A city is like a long and rapid course of life, sometimes slow, so slow that one thinks that the future may always be the same as it is, and sometimes the change is sudden, in the foreboding and panic, the dawn breaks, and the glory and glory are reborn in new changes.

The Istanbul sun does illuminate the heart of Liuyun, not to mention the hazy one.

But Liuyun was a little worried about Pan Xiaoqing, she seemed to be full of energy, but she always seemed to have something faintly on her mind.

Liuyun couldn't get close to her, but he couldn't leave.

This is the feeling that the two of them are now, they are clearly linked, but because of the spreading water, it has become a sea, separating the Eurasian continent, and he is still waiting for a bridge that will allow him to slowly walk into the bridge of Pan Xiaoqing's life.

After the dinner, Zhang Wenwen deliberately avoided Mu and left in Liu Yiming's car.

Mu thought to himself, if you don't want to say it, then don't ask for the time being.

This is also one of his working principles, everyone has things they don't want to say and times they don't want to say, and if the therapist has to say everything in order to treat, his job is basically hopeless.

Just like a therapist, if he can only treat patients in a hospital, then the therapist may not be a completely satisfactory therapist.

On Monday morning, Sun Xiangyun woke up with a severe headache, and he did not dare to get up immediately, but called his wife to see if he was suffering from facial incoordination, half of his side collapsed, his eyes could not turn or his mouth was crooked.

The wife said no, it looked good. Subsequently, Sun Xiangyun asked his wife to take a mirror again, and carefully looked at his face on Shangzai before slowly sitting up.

Why does your head hurt so much? Sun Xiangyun's heart was beating faster and faster, and he became flustered because of worry.

His wife was also very worried when she saw him like this, so she could only accompany him and bring tea and water.

Sun Xiangyun shook his head, barely drank a glass of water, and didn't want to eat a mouthful of breakfast.

It's not that the headache is getting worse, the headache is much lighter after getting up, and the wife said that it is because the room is too cold to the north, and it is best to wear a hat to sleep, and the old age can not withstand the cold.

Sun Xiangyun felt reasonable, so he searched for a long time in the cloakroom, and after finding it, he put it on.

"Isn't it pretty?"

Sun Xiangyun asked his wife tremblingly.

"It's beautiful, the color of this dune is very special, it suits your style, it seems that we bought it a few years ago when we traveled to Mongolia."

Sun Xiangyun also thought about it when he heard his wife say this, "Yes, I felt much better in the past few years than now, and it will only be two or three years." ”

When Sun Xiangyun said this, his wife suddenly felt sad, after all, she was many years younger than her husband, and she had never felt that her husband was old before.

In the wife's heart, she never thought that her husband was getting old, and although there was a five-year difference, she always felt that his husband was as young as herself, or even younger than her.

On the K3 international train through Ulaanbaatar to Mosko, Sun Xiangyun was more energetic than many young college students. In the morning, he would shoot by the window of the aisle of the sleeping car, and he would paint the scenery along the way, and after entering Russia, he was even more amazed by the beauty of Lake Baikal, and painted several works in succession.

When the train arrived at the station, Sun Xiangyun was interested in everything on the platform, and his wife Amin always felt that an artist might be as curious as a child all his life, and full of vitality all his life.

It is precisely because of her husband's vitality and fresh sense of life that Amin has always been as innocent and romantic as a girl.

She never imagined that her husband would one day be dragged by the throat by aging.

But this morning, this Monday morning, Christmas has just passed, the Christmas tree is still lit up, and the atmosphere of the festival is still everywhere, and even in the morning, when Amin went to buy breakfast, there were still many Christmas flowers in the vegetable market that had not been removed, and the red leaves were very beautiful.

But all of a sudden, he felt that his husband was old, and aging crawled on his face like a gecko.

Becoming ugly.

Amin instinctively didn't want to look at Sun Xiangyun more, and the sensitive Sun Xiangyun immediately caught his wife's uneasiness and asked, "Am I getting a lot older?" ”

When I asked this, my wife didn't know how to answer, but fortunately, the sound of the oven sounded in the kitchen, and Amin immediately said: "I'll go get a sandwich, you better quickly wash up and prepare for breakfast, after breakfast, you will be comfortable, eat some, in the morning I went to the vegetable market to buy fresh yam and cook pumpkin porridge." ”

Saying that, Amin slipped into the kitchen, and Sun Xiangyun, who was sitting alone in the dining room, was full of thoughts, just like a child waiting for the college entrance examination list to be released, but this list is not whether he has been admitted to a good school, but whether he will be sent an invitation card by death.

Sun Xiangyun flashed a lot of terrible pictures in his mind, the better he was at drawing, the stronger the sense of the picture, he realized that some things give you happiness, but also increase your unhappiness, you can't refuse, because it's difficult for you to only half.

Now that he felt that it would take willpower to raise his glass and drink a sip of water, he picked up the water glass at home, the dark blue dolphin cup, which he had brought back from Italy.

One with his wife, but now he feels that this cup is very unfamiliar, and there are many water stains on it that have not been cleaned, and there are some faint white spots on the edge of the cup, and I don't know if it has been there for a long time.

Looking at the cup, he suddenly felt even more disgusted, the nausea caused by the headache in the morning had gradually dissipated as the headache eased, but now, Sun Xiangyun felt that there was a little person in his stomach squeezing a towel, and he wanted to vomit once when he squeezed it.

Later, the intestines began to cramp as well. Sun Xiangyun didn't dare to continue to sit in place, so he quickly stood up and held on to the table and chairs, the wall, and all the way to the toilet.

Sitting on the toilet and not pulling anything out.

Annoyed, he walked to the edge of the pool, trying to squeeze his tongue with a toothbrush and spit out a little.

So the toothbrush reached into his mouth and pressed his tongue down, and without pressing it once, Sun Xiangyun's stomach rolled once, but he couldn't vomit anything.

It's really uncomfortable to vomit, and it's uncomfortable and can't vomit.

The wife faintly heard the sound in the toilet in the kitchen, and walked over with a plate, but saw Sun Xiangyun turning on the faucet to collect water from the toothbrush cup.

"Ah, are you okay?" The wife didn't know how to ask, so she could only reluctantly ask what she wanted to know the most.