MTL - Sick Wife-Chapter 69 , crying bag

Feng Xin washed vegetables in the kitchen, fried a plate of eggs and beans, turned off the electric hot pot, and did not move anything. She listened carefully, and suddenly there was no sound outside, it was very quiet.

She put down the spatula and went out to have a look with her apron on. She couldn't find Shang Congshu in the living room.

The balcony was crying.

Feng Xin walked towards the balcony.

Shang Cong Shuzheng squatted on the ground, crying to himself around the pot of ball chrysanthemum, "Why can you two hold one?"

Speaking, Shang Congshu pinched off one of the pink-purple chrysanthemums. The flowers originally had similar ends, but now there is only one solitary swaying in the wind.

Shang Congshu refused to let go of the two "sinners" hugging in front of her, clutching the flower that was picked, feeling aggrieved and sad, "I want to soak you in water to drink !"

Seeing that Shang Congshu didn't do anything to hurt himself, Feng Xin returned to the kitchen and continued cooking.

The ingredients in the kitchen are all what Shang Congshu likes to eat. Even when Feng Xin is so angry, he habitually buys it according to Shang Congshu's taste when shopping for vegetables.

Fengxin took the time to make eggplant minced meat and a pot of pork ribs soup.

"Wash your hands and eat." She put the dishes on the table and said to Shang Congshu.

Shang Congshu was holding a small porcelain cup with a small ball chrysanthemum in it, and when he heard what Feng Xin said, he pretended not to hear, turned his body and faced the other side without Feng Xin, refused to speak.

Shang Cong was in a hurry, stood up and wanted to follow the trend, and shouted: "This is mine."

Feng Xin raised the cup and didn't let Shang Congshu touch it, "You pick my flowers to make tea, what if I drink it?"

"It's obviously my flower!" Shang Congshu retorted.

Feng Xin didn't like seeing Shang Congshu ignoring her. It easily reminded her of the past when she couldn't get a response. It made her feel colder than the winter moon when the heavy snow crushed the golden and silver wood.

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Shang Congshu snatched the cup over, only the soaked chrysanthemum was left inside, his eyes suddenly became hot, "No, I don't like it..."

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Feng Xin turned on the faucet, squeezed the hand sanitizer on the palm of his hand, wiped Shang Congshu's hands and rubbed it, he could hear Shang Congshu's ups and downs breathing before his emotions completely calmed down.

And the hoarse voice, how familiar it is, the days seem to return to the way they get along so much.

Grind soft...

"A Xin, are you still angry?" Shang Congshu muffled, with a pitiful gesture, and flattered: "I'll weave it for you again."

Feng Xin: "Re-woven is not the original one."

Feng Xin suddenly clenched Shang Congshu's hand and clasped it tightly, biting Shang Congshu's ear not too gently, she was still angry, this kind of soft gesture, rubbing with them on the bed The hints she had passed did not calm her down.

She doesn't accept that Shang Congshu thinks others are more important than her. This behavior will magnify infinitely in her heart, burning hot holes one after another in her senses like tongs.

"I'm angry, what else can I do." Feng Xin washed the hand sanitizer foam, but there was no expression on his face, no smile, probably still unhappy.

Shang Cong's face was slumped, the table was full of favorite dishes and she had no appetite. She climbed up Fengxin's legs and refused to eat well. She had to stick to Fengxin to stop crying.

"A Xin put this for me." She pointed to the corn in the pork ribs soup.

Put out the fengxin and string it with chopsticks, so that it is convenient for Shang Congshu to eat.

Shang Congshu was not happy again, and shouted, "It's hot, it's hot, it's hot!"

Fengxin touched her lips and tried it, it was warm, and it was just right to eat now, not too hot.

She caught a glimpse of Shang Congshu looking straight at her from the corner of her eye, as if she was waiting for something, Feng Xin had to blow it symbolically, and then give it to Shang Congshu.

Shang Congshu took over, and then he began to eat corn contentedly.

After dinner, Feng Xin walked to the balcony to call Wen Yu.

She was in a bad mood, and her tolerance for Wen Yu was not as good as before. Usually, she saw that Wen Yu was for Shang Congshu's mother, so she endured it again and again, but she didn't expect that she would ask Wen Yu to send meals for the day Come here and take care of Shang Congshu, who can't do well.

This is not at all.

Feng Xin asked the most important question first, "Aunt Wen, what did the doctor say?"

Wen Yu probably said to Feng Xin what she understood, "It's not impossible to treat Shu Shu's illness at home, but if you want to be like in the hospital, you need to get up at a fixed time and take medicine at what time. , when to move, what time to go to sleep, it is more difficult, and someone needs to watch it... If you have hallucinations or delusions of persecution, it is better to be hospitalized."

Of course the doctor suggested hospitalization, but Shang Congshu did not meet the conditions for compulsory hospitalization.

, and aggravate the patient's condition.

Home treatment also requires proper exposure to the external environment when the patient is emotionally stable, not just at home.

Feng Xin knew what she wanted, and suddenly asked Wen Yu: "I think it's very strange, you can bring Cong Shu from childhood to adulthood, with three children alone, I won't starve her or cold her, and now I just ask you to prepare her three meals a day, and you don't want to care."

Wen Yu didn't explain, she actually bought breakfast and planned to bring lunch and dinner to Shang Congshu, but she was so frightened by the lawyer that she didn't dare to stay any longer.

Feng Xin didn't want to accuse her, she felt sorry for Shang Congshu, and she couldn't wait for a response from there, so Feng Xin hung up the phone.

She turned and went back to the living room. Shang Congshu was washing dishes in the kitchen. Everything seemed calm. She cried too hard before, but her eyes were still swollen.

Into the night.

Feng Xin had been tired all day, and she started to feel sleepy not long after she lay down. She knew that Shang Congshu was not sleeping well, so she didn't sleep well, so she wanted to spend more time with her.

The sweet and soft person in her arms suddenly became unusually quiet, not like before, either to hold Feng Xin tightly, or to tell the story of a scientist.

She was so obedient, her eyes were brighter than the moon, she stared at the ceiling and turned naughty, she could see that she was not sleepy, but she did not dare to make trouble.

Feng Xin saw all of this, and her heart ached slightly, she clenched her arms and asked, "Would you like to watch a movie before going to bed?"

Shang Congshu shook his head and said vaguely, "A Xin doesn't like watching movies."