MTL - Sick Wife-Chapter 1 , bleak

It's Christmas Eve again, and tomorrow is Christmas.

Four or five swan feathers of snow fell in a row, and the wind was as sharp as the sawtooth on the edge of the leaves. This winter was extremely cold, and the golden and silver trees planted in the city’s greenery were crushed by the snow.

The heater was turned on in the bar, and a woman was sitting at the bar who was drinking lightly.

Beauty, and the women around who come to have fun are out of tune.

Whoever encounters it will not recognize the current style as the same person as the motorcycle girl who liked to wear overalls and black boots twenty years ago...

With a tray in hand, the waiter walked over to Fengxin, put the wine on the table, and gestured to Fengxin in the other direction, "Hello ma'am, there is a man in a blue short skirt at that table. The guest ordered you a glass of whisky, please enjoy."

She didn't look at it for a long time, and replied lightly, "I'm sorry, I have a family, it's not very convenient."

The waiter was not surprised and seemed to be used to it.

Fengxin doesn't come to the bar for fun, the old staff here basically know it.

In the past few years, Feng Xin liked to be immersed in the company. She almost went back to work late at night, and came to work early the next day. At first everyone thought that Feng Xin was for promotion, and she worked too hard .

After Feng Xin was promoted to management, it was still like this day after day, even the boss was frightened, for fear that Feng Xin would not be able to stand up, so Feng Xin would not be allowed to work overtime, and Feng Xin must be on time Take a break from get off work.

Fengxin has nowhere to go, so she comes to this bar every day after get off work, sometimes sits until it gets dark, and occasionally sits all night on weekends.

It was snowing heavily outside, Feng Xin put on his jacket and scarf and left the bar.

Cold, she still strolled slowly.

Whenever she went back, the woman was not angry.

At first Feng Xin was sad, even if it was just a smile, a simple hug could relieve her fatigue, but after a long time, Feng Xin became numb, and she lived with no expectations and no hope. .

"I'm back." Feng Xin twisted the door and shouted habitually.

She took off the padded jacket, shook off the residual snow on it, changed her shoes and socks, went to the kitchen, and saw the six cans of soda in the refrigerator, her eyes sank.

Feng Xin took the key and went to the bedroom.

Feng Xin couldn't help but think of her loose skin with crow's feet all over her eyes after taking off her makeup, and a little brown spot on her cheeks. Compared with Shang Congshu, she was really too old.

She took out a beautifully packaged apple from her bag and put it on Shang Congshu's hand, "Happy Christmas Eve."

The woman did not speak with a blank face, only looked down at the apple tied with a pink bow ribbon, and gently rubbed her fingers...

Feng Xin does not know whether Shang Congshu is in a sober state or a diseased state. In the first few years of his mental disorder, Shang Congshu would still snuggle in her arms when he woke up, and act like a spoiled child with her. Shaishuo Niannian told Feng Xin that he apologized and liked.

Gradually, Feng Xin lost patience with Shang Congshu, and occasionally ignored Shang Congshu. When Shang Congshu did not get sick, he also ignored Feng Xin.

"Gudong..." Shang Congshu accurately threw the apple into the only trash can in the bedroom.

Like the apple thrown away by Feng Xin on Christmas Eve last year.

Feng Xin didn't continue to manage Shang Congshu, she didn't even change her expression, she got off the bed, picked up the apple, washed clean and peeled, and sat on the sofa to eat.

Shang Congshu turned his back to Feng Xin, his eyes looked at the snow falling outside the window.

She opened a gap in the window, the cold wind blew on her face, and drifted into the bedroom with snow the size of a red bean. The contour of the waist under the wrap is thin and thin.

She suddenly opened her mouth, her trembling eyelashes fell with snow, and her words were colder than today: "If you're too tired, lock me in."

Feng Xin's action of nibbling on the apple didn't stop, her face didn't change: "You think I haven't thought about it? Twenty years have passed, and what are you talking about?"

If I went back 20 years ago, Feng Xin would have put Shang Congshu into a mental hospital, so that she would not suffer for so long. Now that she is at this age, she can only Go on, what else can I do.

Perhaps she no longer loves Shang Congshu, but she can't help it. Shang Congshu's parents are alive, and he has a brother and sister, and no one in the family is willing to take over.

If you don't even want Shang Congshu, what should Shang Congshu do?

Shang Cong Shuneng, who became ill, was dying. She didn't listen to anything she said. , for fear of hurting others.

Shang Cong is comfortable at home.

Several years ago, Shang Congshu was clamoring for ice cream in the middle of the night. Feng Xin dragged his tired body after two days and two nights, and ran downstairs with bare feet to give Shang Cong. Shu bought it back.

Shang Congshu will be sad to see her injured foot.

She didn't want to torture herself in this way, she just wanted to tell Shang Congshu that she had just come back from get off work and was very tired and needed a rest. No time for shoes.

Shang Congshu refuses to wear clothes, hides in the closet and does not come out. Feng Xin is afraid that Shang Congshu will freeze, and the heating will be turned on from morning to night. , be nice.

The same thing is tossing again, Feng Xin is really exhausted, suffering from physical and mental pain.

Cool faces, no warmth.

Slowly, Feng Xin only stayed at home for a few hours, and did not want to see Shang Congshu's lifeless appearance to him, those eyes, there was not even the slightest warmth, only endless fear.

Evening.

Feng Xin did not turn off the lights after taking a shower, lay down on the bed, and Shang Congshu rarely approached behind her. She closed her eyes and could clearly feel the fingertips drawing on her eyebrows.

"Sister, do you still love me?" Shang Congshu's voice came from the pillow, Feng Xin didn't open his eyes.

Cong Shu, if you had known that one day I would look so hideous, you would not have chosen me back then, I am not a good partner, and the thought of losing you would have been more than once or twice...

The author has something to say:

The second female is a patient with intermittent mental illness.

The theme of this article is that the heroine will never leave the second girl, keep the promise of love, and be unswerving to the second girl.