sick wife

Hearing Feng Xin defending himself so much, Shang Congshu's heart, which had been retreating all the time, finally calmed down gradually.

So is she going to perform well?

There is still some time before Mother Feng's birthday, and Shang Congshu has already started planning what clothes to wear and what makeup to wear that day. Elders like girls who look well-behaved and sensible, and a proper dress can also add impression points.

If Fengxin knew that speaking out would make Shang Congshu so anxious, and started preparations from a long distance away, then she would have to delay speaking a few days later.

"I'll be with you, don't worry so much." She brought the milk tea again, and approached Shang Congshu's mouth.

Shang Congshu shook his head, "No, I don't want to drink this."

She turned her face away and bumped into Feng Xin's arm, a cup full of milk tea still fell on her body, some overflowed from the straw at the mouth of the cup and fell into the socket of her collarbone.

Feng Xin leaned over to help Shang Congshu clean it up with her lips.

Shang Congshu blushed, put his hands on Fengxin's shoulders, and almost wrinkled the clothes, but he didn't refuse. Feeling the slight itchiness of his collarbone being kissed, he couldn't help but hug Fengxin, holding Fengxin with one hand. To touch Feng Xin's hair.

"What do you want to drink?" Feng Xin asked, she tasted the overflowing milk tea.

Shang Congshu was afraid of getting fat, so he didn't want to drink milk tea so late, probably it has something to do with Feng Xin's way of raising it, and it has gradually become round, although it is not obvious.

"Drink a new one during the day," she said.

Hearing this, Feng Xin almost immediately understood the little insistence of restraint for the sake of beauty, raised her hand and circled Shang Congshu's waist, pinching that tight waistline.

I don't know if Fengxin has her own girlfriend filter. How does she feel that Shang Congshu doesn't have meat on her body, she is thin and thin, but she looks good no matter what, she is cute if she is fleshy, and she is beautiful if she is thinner.

Shang Congshu went out for a while today, and he was still busy with drawing when he came back. He might be exhausted, so he fell asleep soon, and slept soundly.

When Feng Xin came out of the shower, it was rare for Shang Congshu to fall asleep earlier than her for the first time. He noticed that it was several hours before taking the medicine, which should have nothing to do with the effect of the medicine.

Previously, Shang Congshu often suffered from insomnia due to auditory hallucinations, and he couldn't sleep no matter how sleepy he was. Now that his sleep quality has improved, it doesn't seem like he still has auditory hallucinations.

Feng Xin moved lightly and lay down next to Shang Congshu, as if she sensed the heat source around her, and soon Shang Congshu snuggled up to her, with skillful movements, her hands and feet were hugged across Feng Xin's body.

Muttering in a daze, calling Feng Xin's wife.

Feng Xin thought of Shang Congshu drawing for several hours after she came back from get off work today, holding Shang Congshu's right arm and gently massaging it.

"Did I wake you up?" Feng Xin asked.

Shang Congshu shook his head and said softly, "I haven't slept, I'm waiting for my wife."

Feng Xin saw that Shang Cong Shu's sleepy eyes couldn't be opened, and couldn't help laughing, "Will your head hurt?"

Those medicines have some side effects. She often sees that Shang Congshu's reaction is slower than before, but it doesn't affect her normal life, and she gets sleepy easily.

Shang Congshu didn't feel it at first, but as soon as Feng Xin asked, it hurt, and his head felt heavy, "Well...it hurts a little, I need my wife to rub it to get better."

Feng Xin lowered her head, and planted a superficial kiss on Shang Congshu's eyebrows, her heart was about to melt. She put both hands on Shang Congshu's temples, and rubbed them regularly.

She was still nervous about Shang Congshu's condition, so she nagged a few more words, asking the same as usual, "Have you seen any strange people recently, or heard frightening voices?"

She really wanted to get into Shang Congshu's heart, to see what Shang Congshu would think, whether he would be as suspicious as before, suspecting that she was a bad person.

The feeling of being persecuted was not good. During that time, Shang Congshu was seriously ill, and everyone around him couldn't believe it. He was in fear every day, and he didn't know how tense he was and how much pressure he had endured.

Shang Congshu said truthfully, "No."

Before Feng Xin could relax, Hu asked, "You won't lie to me, will you?"

It's not that kind of deception, it's a lie told when the disease is uncontrollable and mentally disturbed.

For example, he is obviously ill, but the patient has no self-knowledge ability. In order to pretend to be an appearance that ordinary people agree with, he starts acting.

Shang Congshu was awakened by Feng Xin's question. She yawned, and there were small wet tears at the end of her eyes. Is this the most difficult level for a mental patient?Even if the disease is controllable and gets better, you still have to work hard to prove that you are not sick?

The foot under the blanket kicked Feng Xin with little effort.

"Really not, do you believe me?" Shang Congshu rested his forehead on Feng Xin's shoulder, baring his teeth and claws, and said fiercely without any deterrent effect: "I'm angry, I want to scold you!"

Fengxin flicked Shang Congshu's forehead with his index finger, "Okay, please be considerate of me, I am worried about you, I don't know what is going on in your heart."

If they hadn't experienced those things, they would be like ordinary young couples, perhaps Fengxin would still be 90.00% sure of making a correct guess about Shang Congshu's inner world.

Now Fengxin only feels that it is vague and invisible, although he can see it, he can't touch it, he can't clearly know the outline, and he can't even see it when there is fog.

Shang Cong Shujiao snorted, turned over to sit on top, she leaned over to look at Feng Xin, "I am what you think of me."

If Fengxin sees her as a foolish lunatic, then she is a lunatic; if Fengxin sees her as a rowdy naughty, then she is a naughty one.

"You are not allowed to ask such questions in the future." She solemnly requested.

Feng Xin straightened up suddenly, Shang Congshu's expression changed, he became shy, and stared at Feng Xin with reproachful eyes.

After teasing Shang Congshu, Feng Xin was in a good mood, "Don't let me ask, how can I understand your situation?"

Shang Congshu thought about it, and pondered: "We go to the hospital once a month and let the doctor come to see you. Anyway, you can't keep asking..."

She retreated from "don't ask questions" to "don't keep asking questions", not wanting Feng Xin to be too worried, so she gave Feng Xin the right to ask appropriately.

Now Fengxin confirms that Shang Congshu is really not sick, because real patients don't realize that they are abnormal, and resist going to the hospital and taking medicine.

Shang Congshu offered to see a doctor regularly, Feng Xin was very happy, she hugged Shang Congshu and pressed into the quilt, "Baby, you are awesome and brave."

She covered the quilt and prevented Shang Congshu from sticking out his hands and feet, and said, "I won't bother you anymore, go to sleep."

Shang Congshu originally planned to fall asleep, but now he is very awake, sleepy and unable to fall asleep, looking at Fengxin with resentment, "Well, I don't want to sleep now."

She leaned against Feng Xin and asked Feng Xin to hug her, "Tell me a story."

She remembered that in the first few years, Feng Xin would tell stories to lull her to sleep every night, although it was the same in this life, but she missed the previous feelings very much.

At that time, Fengxin was in a different state of mind, she only had one thought for Shang Congshu, to do what Shang Congshu liked, but now Fengxin mostly wants to appease Shang Congshu's emotions, so she is so obedient.

"Okay." Feng Xin responded, and began to tell stories to Shang Congshu.

Those scientists' stories should be almost the same. She talked about modern poets, Wen Yiduo and Dai Wangshu's life background and life experience.

Feng Xin is actually not interested in these things, but in order to pursue Shang Congshu, she forced herself to learn a lot, for fear that she would not find anything to talk about with Shang Congshu.

As a result, what she learned was only Shang Congshu's habit of listening to stories after his illness, which allowed her to use it. Before Shang Congshu was not ill, she never used it.

……

Fengxin watched Shang Congshu fall asleep again, hugged her tightly in her arms, the night was quiet, her mood was not high, how long could her Congshu last like this...

The next day.

This weekend, Feng Xin didn't set the alarm clock, she fell asleep until she woke up naturally, and it was already ten o'clock when she woke up.

The table in the living room was covered with something, Feng Xin opened it, and there was a plate of toast bread spread with condensed milk, and a fruit plate was cut up beside it.

Shang Congshu was lying on his side drawing a manuscript. The autumn and winter morning light was very warm. It shone into the room from the window and fell on Shang Congshu's body. From his hair to his waist, the whole body was bathed in hazy and gentle light.

Simple sky blue long and wide knitwear, the bottom is a long skirt, white thick three-layer irregular skirt, the outermost layer is decorated with lace, hooked into two small bows, the innermost layer of skirt material is the longest, The design of the lotus leaf pleated skirt with large arc.

"Cong Shu, let's go to the playground later." Feng Xin said.

Shang Congshu is timid, and dare not play many playground items. The weather outside is very good now, and there is the largest Ferris wheel in China. Her purpose is to let Shang Congshu stand under the Ferris wheel and let her take pictures.

Well, it sure looks good.

Shang Cong Shu Tongren walked around twice, "Well, but I want to stay at home."

Although the manuscript is not in a hurry to hand it in, she is anxious to make money and wants to buy a gold bracelet for Mother Feng. Of course, the sooner the manuscript is handed in, the better.

Feng Xin disagreed, "No, the doctor said that you should be properly exposed to the new environment outside."

You can't just stay at home, which is not conducive to the recovery of the disease.

Shang Congshu still wanted to find some reason not to go out, but suddenly thought that Fengxin was really exhausted because of her, and even on weekends he was thinking about doing things that would make her better... The words of rejection were instantly speechless.

Feng Xin's patience is different from ordinary people, to the extent that even Shang Congshu's biological parents would admire.

But if Feng Xin is lazy, she will not take good care of Shang Congshu.

Shang Congshu urged, "Okay, then go wash up and have breakfast."

She went back to the master bedroom, sat in front of the dresser, and prepared to put on makeup.

How can a date lack a sense of ritual.

After Feng Xin brushed her teeth and washed her face, she watched Shang Congshu's makeup process while eating toast.

Shang Congshu is choosing color contact lenses, one pair is brown and light gray, and the other is blue-toned, "Ah Xin, come here and help me choose, I don't know which pair to wear when going out."

Feng Xin saw that Shang Congshu was so serious, so he went to sit cross-legged on the side, took advantage of Shang Congshu's unpreparedness, sucked kisses with his plump lips, and teased him with his tongue.

Sensing that Shang Congshu wanted to avoid him, Feng Xin clasped the back of her head and deepened the kiss.

The sound of Shang Congshu's blushing heartbeat was heard all over his ears, and after a while, Feng Xin was satisfied and let go.

Shang Congshu protested, "I'm putting on makeup, you can't make trouble!"

Fengxin just knew that Shang Congshu needed makeup, so she rushed to kiss when the makeup was not complete. Otherwise, when Shang Congshu finished the makeup, she might not even be able to touch her face, let alone kiss.

"I've already made trouble." Feng Xin spread her hands, "I'm having breakfast, and you made trouble too?"

The toast she just ate and the condensed milk on her lips all tasted sweet like milk.

Shang Congshu's face was hot, and Fengxin couldn't make a fuss, so he turned the topic back to the color contact lenses, "Choose a pair for me, which one looks better?"

Feng Xin leaned on the dressing table with one hand, tilted her head to look at Shang Congshu, and was not in a hurry to help with the selection.

She gestured silently to Shang Congshu, and tapped her lips with her index finger.