The Chinese New Year's Eve dinner was eaten at half past seven in the evening, and the Spring Festival Gala had not yet begun.

Cheng Jin's craftsmanship is so good that she has nothing to say, the chicken, duck, fish and shrimp are all made by herself, and each dish has a unique taste and a delicious taste.

Shen Jianian ate a lot at Pei's house at noon, her stomach was actually not very hungry, in order to live up to Cheng Jinyi's busy afternoon, she ate a lot of dishes and drank a bowl of wine-stuffed balls.

She felt like her belly was about to burst.

Before the Chinese New Year's Eve dinner was finished, the Spring Festival Gala began, and the sound of the TV in the living room was turned on very loudly, which could be heard clearly in the dining room.

There were only a few cats and dogs watching TV.

The auspicious people brought by Shen Jiannian were unsociable, and he was hovered on the back of the sofa alone, looking at the few below condescendingly, quite with the momentum of occupying the mountain as the king.

At half past eight, Shen Jiannian helped Aunt Cheng clean up the leftovers on the table.

Her hand was injured, and Aunt Cheng told her to put it down.

Fu Jichen simply pulled Shen Jianian to the living room, she didn't want to sit still, so she proposed to Fu Jichen to go out for a walk, as if it was to consume food, otherwise the stomach would be uncomfortable at night.

"Not afraid of the cold?" Fu Jichen looked outside, the snow that fell in the evening had now accumulated a thick layer.

"Just wear more."

Fu Jichen asked her to wait, he went upstairs to the cloakroom and found the thickest down jacket, almost equivalent to a quilt, wrapped around Shen Jianian, and put a scarf and hat on her.

She didn't wear the white leather boots that she wore during the day, but thick snow boots.

When I opened the door, the wind swept the snowflakes on my face, and it was cold.

Fu Jichen was the same as usual, a black coat was put on the outside of the cashmere sweater, which made people serious and indifferent, but his eyebrows and eyes were soft, and he took Shen Jianian's hand and walked out of the villa through the courtyard.

After the ban on fireworks, Chinese New Year's Eve was quiet, walking on the road only to hear the sound of the wind blowing the branches, occasionally driving by a car, unhurried.

The snow boots on Shen Jianian's feet were waterproof, and she stepped into the unpolluted clean white snow and made a deep footprint.

She said, "Fu Jichen, I'll draw you a flower." ”

She let go of his hand, her heel did not move, she turned her toes, and drew him a six-petaled plum blossom with her footprints.

Under the street lamp, Fu Jichen's hand was copied into the pocket of his coat, the light was melting, and his eyes were full of smiles.

Shen Jianian stomped the snow on his feet, took the initiative to shake his hand, and the two of them walked in the silent snowy night, with no destination, as if they could go to the earth.

On the ground, Fu Jichen stumbled under his feet, almost slipped, and even Shen Jiannian, who was held by him, tilted to the side, he snorted, there was a sharp pain in his left leg, cold sweat broke out in his palms, and a layer of sweat oozed out of his forehead in an instant.

Recently, the pain in my left leg has become more and more frequent, and I wonder if it is related to the weather.

This winter seems to be exceptionally cold, with more snow than usual.

Shen Jianian stabilized her figure, and suddenly felt a slippery hand, which was the sweat in Fu Jichen's palm, as if she had been fished out of the water, and she looked at his leg by the street light: "Are you okay?" Did you get to your feet? ”

"Nope." Fu Jichen's back molars gritted very tightly, and two words were squeezed out of the teeth.

Shen Jianian looked up at his face, it was very bad, and it was abnormally white: "Let's go back." ”

She put her arm around him and walked back.

Fu Jichen tried his best to control the unnaturalness of his left leg when he walked, and he didn't want Shen Jianian to see the abnormality, but the pain was irrepressible, and after walking a few steps, his leg trembled in pain.

If someone looks from behind, they will see that his leg is lame.

When the two got home, Fu Jichen sat down on the sofa, his sideburns were wet, his back was also wet, and his gray cashmere sweater was soaked black with sweat.

Shen Jianian knotted his eyebrows: "Are you really okay?" Don't be pushy......"

Fu Jichen pulled her to sit beside him, put his arm around her, his body sank into the back of the sofa, the pain did not relieve much, his throat rolled up and down, cold sweat trickled down his neck into the collar.

Cheng Jin cut a plate of fruit and brought it out of the kitchen, and saw two people in the living room: "You guys are back." When I got closer, I found that Fu Jichen was not in a good state, "Sir, what's wrong?" ”

Shen Jianian didn't know either, it was said that his feet were slippery, and he didn't fall, so it didn't hurt very much.

"It's fine." Fu Jichen's voice was hoarse.

Shen Jianian thought about it, and still made it clear to Cheng Jin: "When we were walking, his foot slipped a little, and then that's it." ”

Cheng Jin knew that Fu Jichen's leg had been injured, and it was in Yicheng at the time, she didn't know much about it, and returned to Beicheng after the operation, because he was busy with work, he didn't rest much, and he needed to go out during that time, he was all using a cane or a wheelchair.

"Could it be ......" Cheng Jin wanted to say if the sequelae had recurred.

"Aunt Cheng." Fu Jichen interrupted her words, he looked at Shen Jianian, the corners of his tense mouth pulled out a trace of arc, or those words, "I'm fine." ”

Shen Jianian: "Then I'll help you go upstairs to rest for a while, and if it doesn't work, I'll go to the hospital for an examination." ”

Fu Jichen did not refuse, and was carried into the elevator by her.

Cheng Jin was still holding the fruit plate in his hand, looked at the backs of the two people, and sighed.

*

Fu Jichen took a shower, changed into pajamas and lay on the bed, the pain continued, and the sweat on his forehead had just been washed and another layer appeared.

Shen Jianian wet the towel and sat on the edge of the bed to wipe Fu Jichen's sweat, she was not a fool, Fu Jichen had something to hide from her. Fang was in the living room, and he stopped Cheng Jin from finishing his words, and she sensed that something was wrong.

Everyone has secrets, and since Fu Jichen doesn't want to say it, she won't ask.

But she knew that he was in pain right now.

The way he looks is a sign of pain, and he can't deceive people.

Shen Jianian held the towel in his hand, not knowing how to deal with this situation, and stopped talking: "You...... Where does it hurt? Maybe an ice pack would be better. ”

Fu Jichen could see from her eyes that she was worried about him, which was obviously what he was looking forward to the most, but he couldn't be happy. He reached out a hand from the quilt, held her hand and rubbed it twice, and said vaguely: "It's an old problem, I'll just endure it for a while, don't worry." ”

Shen Jianian frowned, if you are sick, the ice compress is useless, you have to use a hot compress.

"You wait."

She went to the bathroom and left the hot water on for a long time, until the water became hot, she soaked the towel in the steaming white water, slowly wrung it out, and her hands were burned red.

She handed the towel to Fu Jichen: "A hot towel should be applied to the painful area, which should relieve some relief." ”

"You have a wound on your hand, so you can't get it wet." Fu Jichen reminded her.

"Just a small wound, almost scabbed."

Fu Jichen sighed in his heart, even if he wanted to hide it, it was estimated that he wouldn't be able to hide it from her for too long, he lifted the quilt and sat up, pulling up his left trouser leg.

There was a scar on the calf, which Shen Jiannian saw, it was a scar left after the surgically sutured wound healed, and she was no stranger to it.

Shen Jianian still didn't ask, silently put a hot towel on his leg, his face had not yet recovered, and he was so pale that he was a little fragile. This is the vulnerability he has never shown in front of outsiders.

"Did it hurt you at that time?" Fu Jichen's voice trembled a little, I don't know if it was painful or because he was sad.

His injury, occasionally painful, can't do anything, after she was in a car accident, there are so many injuries on her body, how much pain should be. Broken bones, scratches to the face, intracranial hemorrhages, and children......

He thought of the words in the medical report countless times before deciding to recover her, and he felt that he did not deserve to be in her world again.

It took him a month, convinced that he couldn't let go of her, and he tried to convince himself to change the mentality of "facing her without shame", and to be doubly good to her in the future, and spend the rest of his life to make up for it.

However, there are some things that cannot be remedied, no matter how good he is to her, the damage she has suffered cannot be erased.

Fu Jichen's question was endless, and Shen Jianian actually understood it at once, he was referring to the injuries she suffered in the car accident, whether it hurt very much.

Without waiting for her to answer, Fu Jichen suddenly laughed self-deprecatingly: "I'm really stupid, how can it not hurt, it should be very painful." ”

Shen Jianian heard Fu Jichen say that he was stupid for the first time, he was a person who was confident in everything, and he even felt stupid sometimes.

Fu Jichen held her shoulders and buckled her into his arms, and the hot towel on his leg fell, but he didn't care.

"It's all my fault." It wasn't enough for him to say it once, he kept repeating, "It's my fault, I'm sorry ......"

Shen Jianian's heart tugged, listening to his apologetic voice, she didn't know why she shed tears, and she felt very wronged.

It may be that another soul in the body is doing trouble, and Shen Jiannian, who loved him before, is doing it.

She secretly wiped away her tears and withdrew from his arms: "Do you still want to put on your legs?" She looked down and saw that the towels had fallen off, so she quickly picked them up, but fortunately the sheets did not get wet.

She went to the bathroom again and soaked a towel in hot water and put it on his leg: "Don't move around." ”

Shen Jianian's eyes were a little red, he didn't want to be seen, he lowered his head, his chin poked between the two collarbones, and suddenly noticed that the hem of Fu Jichen's pajamas lifted a corner, revealing a well-textured abdomen, and he also had a scar on his abdomen, which was a little shorter than the scar on his leg.

The same width as a fruit knife.

She was a little curious, completely forgetting her shyness, pointing to the abrupt scar on his fair skin, and asked, "How did you get this injury?" ”