Sick Wife

What seems to be said casually, let Fengxin keep touching the woman in his arms, as an emotional outlet, it seems that this can change something, "Don't be silly, I will guilty."

She said softly, but her lips were trembling.

Feng Xin couldn't imagine that if wandering around was Shang Congshu's final destination, it would make her more uncomfortable than killing her.

The crazy Cong Shu is afraid that even begging will be aggressive, so can't he just pick up what others don't want? Starving and freezing, displaced, how did Cong Shu survive the winter of forty years old?

"Who told you to tell me not to die..." Shang Congshu murmured softly, aware of Feng Xin's unusually frightened emotion, and a little annoyed by what he had just said, his little hand tugged at the cuff of Feng Xin's shirt and swayed , "Let's go back quickly, okay? A lot of people here are looking at me."

The feeling of being watched makes Shang Congshu uneasy, and he can always hear many different voices in his ears, some people are talking about her, some people are staring at her secretly.

Feng Xin's decision to keep Shang Congshu here was turbulent as early as the moment Shang Congshu said he was wandering, "Okay."

The movements are so familiar and natural that even Shang Congshu couldn't help frowning. People who didn't know it thought that Feng Xin had done this for many years...

Feng Xin took Shang Congshu away without any hindrance. Wen Yu probably hadn't slept all night. She should have fallen asleep soon after this point. The most important thing is that Wen Yu didn't think of it at all. Feng Xin actually chose to take Shang Congshu away, and most people avoided this kind of thing.

Feng Xin was worried that Shang Congshu would wear the wound on his feet when he walked, put down the backpack he brought all the way, and bent his back to Shang Congshu, "Come up, I'll carry you."

Shang Congshu was lying on Fengxin's back, took the backpack in his hand, and while pulling off the chain, he asked curiously: "I see that you have been holding this belt for a long time, what is in it, such a treasure... "

Her voice stopped abruptly, the silver chain was pulled open, and there was only a bottle of grape-flavored soda in it.

In the daytime, Shang Congshu was arguing about drinking soda, Feng Xin still remembered it, and took it to heart. After three hours of cold wind, it brought Shang Congshu.

Although it was a trivial matter, Shang Congshu was so fondly remembered by Feng Xin, secretly sweet, his face was full of clouds, and he kissed Feng Xin on the back of his neck.

"Axin, you are so kind to me." Shang Cong couldn't hide his smile, opened the can, and tasted the soda, occasionally sighing in satisfaction from his throat.

The moment the warm peck and kiss landed on Feng Xin, she stiffened her limbs almost at the same time, her face was bloodless, and then she took a step, and her movements became slow.

Shang Congshu likes to drink soda very much, even if he fell ill, he did not change this hobby. No matter what the occasion or time of the last life, as long as Shang Congshu wanted to drink, he would immediately roll on the ground drink.

It was hail that day, Feng Xin took an umbrella and took Shang Changshu through the eaves of every house to buy soda at the nearest convenience store.

After coaxing people, Feng Xin just happened to contact a friend that night to inquire about a suitable hospital.

I just wanted to see if going to the hospital would improve Shang Congshu's condition, but when Shang Congshu heard it, he cried and threw the soda in the refrigerator into the garbage In the bucket, I made a random promise, and I would never drink soda again...

Perhaps Shang Congshu thought that the matter of buying soda in the hail made Feng Xin annoyed, so Feng Xin thought of sending her away.

Although Feng Xin has explained many times that this is not the reason, Shang Congshu has not drank soda water for more than ten years in the next ten years. Every day I come home and open the refrigerator, there is a lot of soda.

Cong Shu, who is clearly unable to communicate when he is sick, and Cong Shu who is clamoring to drink soda immediately after hailstorms…

Because of the fear of being thrown away by Fengxin, she insisted on this point, and she refused to drink a sip of soda until she was forty years old, and completely gave up this hobby.

Now listening to Shang Congshu's voice of drinking soda, and the satisfied compliment, Feng Xin lowered her head and looked at the ground, her eyes were dry and her vision was blurred.

Shang Congshu's eyes were full of question marks, and he gently grabbed Fengxin's earlobe, "Oh, what are you thinking about!"

Feng Xin used the word "hateful" on a bottle of soda. It was too heavy. Shang Congshu couldn't understand it at all, and he didn't accept Feng Xin's words about himself.

The gray sky blows a cool breeze, and it may be colder when you drive.

Feng Xin was about to go back to the store to bring two coats out. The woman on her back was drinking soda and suddenly shouted, "A Xin, I'm so hot, I want to take off my clothes."

Feng Xin's senses became sharp, and she turned her face and said, "You are not hot, you will catch a cold when you take off your clothes."

Shang Congshu, like he didn't hear what she said, let go of her shoulders and started to lift her shirt.

Feng Xin put the person down from his back, held Shang Congshu's wrist, and patiently reasoned, "Can you take it off when you go back? This is a public place, so you can't wear clothes."

This obstructive behavior interrupted what Shang Congshu wanted to do. She felt annoyed and irritable because of Feng Xin's dissuasion, and the soda can in her hand also fell to the ground, her tone became sharp, "I'm so hot, I don't want to wear clothes!"

Feng Xin had to increase her strength to stop Shang Congshu's next step, her hands were stiff, and she asked in a low voice, "Be nice, I'll take you home first."

Feng Xin's humble appearance in this life was all given to Shang Congshu.

But it didn't work at all. Shang Congshu struggled fiercely.

Shang Cong Shu Geng resisted, bumped Feng Xin with his elbow, and ran away quickly.

Feng Xin groaned in pain, stretched out her long arms, and took the person firmly into her arms, her ears and hair were scratched by Shang Congshu, she couldn't help raising her voice, "Look Is there Wu Qing under my eyes? I haven't slept all night! I'm so tired, I told you that I can't take off my clothes here, why don't you listen?!"

Shang Congshu is very sensitive to high-decibel sounds, and was reprimanded by Feng Xin, his hair stood up, his shoulders trembled uncontrollably, and wanted to escape from here, he grabbed and pushed Feng Xin , waving his hands indiscriminately, directly hitting Feng Xin's right eye.

Feng Xin swayed her body suddenly, circles of spots appeared in the field of vision of her right eye, and she burst into tears.

She covered the pain with the palm of her hand and hugged Shang Congshu tightly with one hand, afraid that Shang Congshu would run away, but Shang Congshu's strength was not so strong, how could she control it with one hand .

After only a few seconds, Feng Xin was pushed down and collapsed on the ground. She got up quickly, and Shang Congshu had already run away.

Feng Xin followed the direction to find it, cold sweat broke out all over her body, and her right eye that was just injured was scarlet. She couldn't care less, she picked up Shang Congshu's clothes on a small road. Still warm and warm, she walked down the path, and finally found Shang Congshu hiding here in a taro field.

After seeing Shang Congshu, her facial expression relaxed.

Shang Congshu sat on the ground with his hands around his shoulders, his skin was covered with finger marks from his own hands, and when he saw Feng Xin, he muttered for help, "A Xin, what should I do, these The leaves are so itchy…”

She complained that these leaves hurt herself, and she never mentioned Feng Xin's tearful right eye, as if nothing had happened just now, and selectively ignored certain parts of her memory.

Feng Xin sighed deeply, pushed aside the taro field and walked towards Shang Congshu, and said softly, "Just put on your clothes."

Shang Congshu raised his hand and dressed with Feng Xin obediently.

Although Feng Xin is angry, she is helpless.

She held Shang Congshu's face and let Shang Congshu and herself look at each other, "You look at me, my right eye is injured."

The eyes that Shang Congshu had hit with the back of his hand were still uncontrollably bursting with tears and were very red.

Shang Cong Shumu made a face and stepped back.

"Don't be afraid." Feng Xin's eyelids were hot, she didn't like Shang Congshu's reaction to her, and hugged him tightly, "I don't blame you for hurting me, I just told You, I'm hurt, and I want to be coaxed too..."

Feng Xin is also aggrieved. If she doesn't get an emotional response from Shang Congshu, and is not cared for by Shang Congshu, what can she rely on to support her?

No matter how painful her eyes are, it is not as bad as Shang Congshu's indifference.

She clearly remembered that when she was middle-aged, she would find a cook for Shang Congshu's mouth, ignoring her reaction when she went home, it would be like crazy.

I can't return the love to her, and I have to use this method to make countless nicks on her heart with the tip of a knife, reminding her over and over again that any random woman is better than her in Shang Congshu Eyes are important.

Let her experience the pain of skin peeling and tear her heart apart.

Shang Congshu's eyes were dull, and he didn't show any expression to Feng Xin's vulnerability for a long time. He rubbed his arms against each other, obviously it was cold.

Feng Xin didn't say anything, silently led Shang Congshu back to the store to get the clothes, turned back to the first floor, and picked up the helmet for Shang Congshu to put on.

She put on another set of cycling clothes and protective gear prepared in advance for Shang Congshu, pulled Shang Congshu's hand on her waist, and instructed: "Hold me tight and fall down It's leftover."

Hearing this, Shang Congshu immediately hugged Feng Xin tightly.

Feng Xin recalled the time when she was just reborn, she asked Shang Congshu-

"If one day I go crazy, I will not be able to use chopsticks for several days, stab the watermelon with a knife, talk to myself, and yell regardless of the occasion... Do you still love me?"

"Love, Feng Xin Ai, who has become a fool, will also love Feng Xin, an old lady with gray hair, even Feng Xin who lacks arms and legs."

A woman who loves her so much, how could she become like that...