Ning Zhenwei looked at the love tragedy on TV, and couldn't help but shake his head and sigh again, thinking that he was a seventy-year-old man who was about to die, and he had never tasted or experienced any winds and waves, joys and sorrows.

But the society has become too terrible, too loveless, too unclear. Let's not talk about the divorce rate, just husband and wife cannibalism, husband killing wife or wife killing husband, and then there are some examples of collective suicide of the whole family, anyway, it is not like before.

It seems that there are no more warm examples of sharing weal and woe and working hand in hand, as if there is no perfect and inclusive relationship between husband and wife, parents and children, and there are only ugly and bloody facts.

Ning Zhenwei pursed his mouth, his face was proud and proud, their Ning family has always paid attention to a happy marriage, and only useless men rely on marriage to consolidate their careers.

Look at the time again, why haven't the two of them come yet, today is the first time that the granddaughter-in-law has come to the door, and his Xiaoche is also useless, it will take a year to chase a wife, and I think he will get his wife in a month.

The summer sun, with a kind of arrogance, unscrupulously poured into the room where the curtains were forgotten. The dazzling light even climbed up to the head of the bed, enclosing the half-lying person on the bed into the territory.

It is easy to take a picture of the pale and thin appearance of the person who died in bed as soon as the final exam is over.

The sun shines on the skin, and there is a spicy feeling. The excessive light made Ding Qingshi almost unable to open his eyes, so he had to turn his face away, no longer look out the window, avoid the daylight, and cast half of his face into the darkness again.

The slender figure walked in from outside the door, holding the plate in his hand, and before he could say anything, after seeing the movement of the person on the bed, he immediately put the plate on the chest of drawers on the side, stepped on the carpet quickly and silently, and walked in the direction of the floor-to-ceiling window, aiming for the curtain

"Don't pull it on, I'm going to kill germs. ”

Ding Qingshi made a sound one step earlier, although it was so faint that it was almost inaudible, but it still succeeded in making the slender hand pause on the drawstring of the curtain without further movement.

The throat is dry and painful, the voice is very cooked, it is not good, low, hoarse, with a strong sense of brokenness, anyone who listens to it will involuntarily feel distressed, Ning Che is even more distressed and wants to suffer in her place.

"The sun is too strong, give you a shade?"

He didn't expect that a person who was as strong as a cow all year round would suddenly fall ill just after the school exam, which scared him enough.

Hurriedly hugged to the hospital for examination, the doctor said that the mental pressure was too great, Ning Che was entangled in her heart, of course she was a top student and had no pressure on her studies, most of them were afraid of going with him to meet her parents.

Ning Che is distressed and angry, and she boasts of being a bold female warrior every day, and she is able to endure it. Does his identity make her so uneasy?

"It's okay, you let me dry it. I feel like I haven't seen the sun for a long time, and I'm really afraid that I won't be able to sleep and I won't have a chance to dry in the future. ”

People are tired, their hearts are also tired, anyway, they feel irritable, they don't want to move, they just want to squat on the bed.

"Qingqing!"

Ning Che scolded her for talking nonsense in displeasure, and pulled the curtain aside slightly, so that the sunlight would not shine on the face of the person on the bed, and let the white daylight occupy most of the room, so as to satisfy the thirst for sunlight of the person on the bed.

Ding Qingshi raised his right hand and put it in the sun, and then looked at the once slender and powerful hand, which had lost its luster and flesh under the toss of a few days of illness.

Now it's just a layer of loose skin stuck to the bones of the hand, lined with a miserable white color, and it looks like a little devil crying......

"Look, don't you look like chicken feet you made?"

Ding Qingshi was lying on the bed with a little angry and asked lightly, the man who was helping her dispense medicine on the bedside table

"Qiwei's signature dish for the next season can be chicken feet, but if there is no marinade to color, the taste will definitely not be good. ”

"Ning Che, you see that I'm so sick, I guess I won't get better for a while, or if you go to the imperial capital by yourself, I'll recuperate at home, okay?"

Ning Che looked at the weak little hand, carefully put it back on the bed, and patted it gently, not letting her waste her strength.

"When you come out, when you see my family, you will be scared of mental stress, just take a few pills, don't think about the end of the world. ”

Ning Che lowered the medicine to her, looking at her pitiful appearance, she resolutely couldn't soften her heart, it was because he was soft-hearted several times, and she couldn't take the medicine well, and the illness became more and more serious.

"You don't feel sorry for me now, sure enough, Cinderella Liang can't be happy. When the novelty of the prince is over, I dislike it, and it is still the princess who matches the prince. ”

"Take the medicine, then the porridge, and then I'll tell you the story of Snow White. ”

He finally realized that Qingqing, who was sick, was more able to toss people than when he was drunk, and as soon as that poor little eye came out, no matter how hard he was, his heart would be melted.

"I'm fine, I can skip the medicine, just eat. ”

"If you want to take a medicinal diet for a year, you can choose not to take it. ”

"Tyrant, I'm going to divorce you. ”

"I have the strength to repair again, and I think you are up and down and doing nonsense. ”

“......”

Ding Qingshi threw two white eyes at him, bullied the patient, what kind of hero is he.

Ning Che concentrated on the work in hand, and after feeding her the medicine, he began to feed him porridge again, feeding him in small bites, as carefully and meticulously as he was serving a little baby.

"There is no taste at all, your skills in cooking porridge have regressed, or do you mean that you don't care about me and fool me casually?"

The sick female strong man is unreasonable to find fault, and the disgust on the mouth is to death, but there is no reluctance to drink porridge.

"Will I cook my heart for you next time?"

She was sick and cold, her mouth lost her sense of taste, and she couldn't eat it well, and there were many top-level rare warm and tonic herbs in the porridge, so that the taste of the porridge was bitter, and she couldn't eat the taste.

"It's not good, your heart must be black and shiny, and I will be poisoned if you eat it. ”

The patient raised his eyebrows in disgust, looking disdainful of him.

"Okay, then you hurry up and get better, I'll make you a full banquet. ”

Only she is alive and healthy, and he is willing to do anything delicious for her. All he could do right now was to give all his strength to make her get better quickly.

After eating a small bowl of porridge, Ding Qingshi's head should have been covered with sweat and panting slightly. Ning Che just took the towel and carefully wiped her sweat.

"Still uncomfortable?"

"Nope. You tell me stories, and I'm going to listen to the stories of a woman and seven men. ”

Ding Qingshi shook his head, of course, his body was still uncomfortable, but he could still bear it and would not let others notice it.