Shen Jianian's eyes showed puzzlement: "I'm not sick." ”

When the words came out, Shen Jianian reacted, he said "psychiatrist", she only noticed the word "doctor", and subconsciously refuted it.

She pursed her lips tightly, didn't say a word for a while, and lowered her eyes.

"Am I ......" Shen Jianian closed his eyes, his throat seemed to be stuffed, and his voice was hoarse, "I'm too nervous little rice cake." ”

She realized it herself.

It may be that she was bitten by a snake for ten years and was afraid of the well rope, and watched the little rice cake fall into the water and encounter life-threatening conditions, her spirit continued to tense and she forgot how to let go.

She was so scared.

Little Rice Cake is a child she gave birth to in ten months, she can't watch him hurt a little, she doesn't know how to protect him, she can only choose to use the stupidest way, hold him firmly in her arms, and never let go.

This is not normal. She knew it in her own heart, but she couldn't help herself.

Seeing her blank eyes, Fu Jichen's heart seemed to be tightly grasped by a hand, he put his hands on her shoulders, and said in a low voice: "Jia Nian, the little rice cake is our child, I love him very much, I hope he can grow up healthy and happy, protecting him is not your responsibility alone, we need to work together." You can't take everything on yourself, you can do it for a day or two, and if it goes on like this, you'll get tired. ”

The bones in Shen Jiannian's body seemed to be pulled away in an instant, and the whole person fell softly into his arms, tears flowing from his closed eyes. She grabbed the clothes on his chest and shook slightly from crying.

Fu Jichen hugged her tightly: "I've always been by your side, don't be afraid." ”

"What should I do, I don't know what to do......" Shen Jianian asked him with a whimper, his voice so low that he could barely hear it, and he was like a whisper.

Fu Jichen stroked the back of her head with his big palm: "Let's go to the doctor and listen to what the doctor says, okay." ”

Shen Jianian didn't speak, he was tired from crying, and fell asleep in his arms.

Fu Jichen held her neck and carefully flattened it, covered her with a quilt, and patiently and meticulously wiped away the tears on her face little by little with wet tissues.

Next to them were their children, their heads turned sideways, their fleshy faces white and powdery.

He looked at the mother and son, his heart was sour and iron.

*

The next day, at nine o'clock in the morning, when Shen Jianian woke up, he found that the child next to him was gone, so he sat up in shock, raised his eyes and saw Fu Jichen pacing in the room with the child in his arms, and the heart that had jumped to his throat slowly fell, but his heartbeat had not slowed down for a while and a half, and he was still beating fast.

Fu Jichen turned his back to her, and didn't notice that she had woken up, the little rice cake lying on her father's shoulder opened her dark eyes, grinning at her mother, saliva flowed from the corners of her mouth, dripping on her father's shirt, and her little hands were clenched into fists and stuffed into her mouth.

A simple and ordinary scene, for Shen Jianian, it was like seeing flowers blooming all over the mountains. She curled the corners of her lips and laughed heartily for the first time in a long time.

The little rice cake snorted, as if in response to his mother, Fu Jichen noticed it, put one hand on the child's back, turned around, and saw Shen Jianian who was sitting on the bed.

"When did you wake up?" He asked.

"Just woke up." Shen Jianian got out of bed and put on his slippers and stretched out his hands to the child, "Little rice cake, mom hug." ”

The little rice cake took out the little hand that was gnawed in his mouth, planted his body forward, and threw himself into Shen Jianian's arms. Fu Jichen waited for her to hold it steady before letting go, and took out two tissues to wipe his son's saliva.

Shen Jianian: "You also have it on your shoulder." ”

Fu Jichen turned his head sideways, his eyes drooped, and sure enough, he found a watermark on his shoulder, and went to the cloakroom to change his clothes.

Shen Jianian shook the hand holding the little rice cake, and said softly: "Our little rice cake has soiled one of my father's clothes again." ”

The little rice cake was as if she was shy, and her head was buried around her neck.

Fu Jichen changed into a shirt and came out: "I'll hold the child, you go to wash." ”

"Don't worry, I'm holding the little rice cake ......" Before she finished speaking, she suddenly realized that they had only talked about that topic last night, pursed her lower lip, handed the child to him, and went to the bathroom by herself.

Soon after washing, Shen Jia read out, she cried last night, her eyes were a little uncomfortable, she walked to Fu Jichen with her eyelids, as if she had made a lot of determination, took a deep breath, and asked the sentence: "When are we going?" ”

"What?" Fu Jichen wiped the child's saliva, and just after wiping the small rice cake, it flowed a little, like a faucet that couldn't be turned off.

“…… See your doctor. ”

Fu Jichen was stunned for a moment, looked at her face, last night he proposed to see a psychiatrist, she cried fiercely and did not agree. He didn't want to persecute her, and planned to find another opportunity to persuade her slowly.

"Today Friday, go today." Fu Jichen's tone was negotiable.

If Jia Nian is not ready today, it is okay to make an appointment in another time, and it is already good that she can take the initiative to go out to see a doctor.

Shen Jianian only hesitated for three seconds and let out a light "um".

The two went downstairs for breakfast with the child in their arms, Shen Jianian tried to separate his attention from the child, and asked Fu Jichen: "Don't you have to work today?" ”

Fu Jichen: "It's been arranged." ”

Shen Jianian drank the porridge and stopped talking, how could she not know that in the few days when she was nervous and hesitant alone, Fu Jichen was not happy in her heart, she had to pay attention to their mother and son at all times, he had to bear more than her.

After breakfast, Shen Jiannian changed into clothes to go out, but he couldn't take a step out of the door, his eyes were glued to the little rice cake, he was held by the confinement sister-in-law, he was eating milk powder, and his little feet in socks were dangling, looking very happy, and he didn't know that his mother was about to go out. Even if he knew, he wouldn't cry, he was very well-behaved from birth.

Fu Jichen took Shen Jianian's shoulders and walked forward with her: "Let's go early and return early, the little rice cake will be fine at home." ”

Shen Jiannian was driven by the strength of his arm, and moved a step under his feet, it was still difficult to take the second step, the hand in her sleeve was clenched into a fist, she told herself over and over again that the little rice cake was taken care of by Sister-in-law Yueyue and Aunt Cheng, and there was a security guard at the gate of Yunding Palace, and he would not be taken away again and fall into a dangerous situation, but she still couldn't overcome her psychological worries.

She was really sick, much worse than she had imagined.

"Let's go." Fu Jichen said, "If you can't rest assured, we can make a video to the confinement lady while sitting in the car, and let you see the little rice cake at any time." ”

He understands her psychology, so he has never said urging or tough words, and has always coaxed her so gently and patiently.

Shen Jianian reluctantly withdrew his gaze, went out with Fu Jichen, and sat in the car.

The car started moving, getting farther and farther away from the gate, and the panic in Shen Jiannian's heart expanded exponentially, until in the end, cold sweat broke out and his fingers trembled, just like the boat in the reservoir that day, the frightened performance.

If it's more severe, it may be syncope......

Fu Jichen hugged her tightly and immediately made a video call home.

The person who answered the phone was Aunt Cheng, and Fu Jichen got straight to the point and said, "What about the little rice cake?" ”

"The little rice cake just finished eating the milk powder and was hugged by the confinement lady for a walk."

"Turn the camera at him."

"Hey."

The camera was adjusted to the rear, Cheng Jin held his mobile phone and pointed at the little rice cake, the confinement lady did not go far, holding the small rice cake and walking around the living room, the little rice cake was full and active, and it was restless to stay in the arms of the confinement sister, the little hand was either grabbing a handful of flowers on the table, or pulling a handful of tassels on the curtains.

Fu Jichen handed the mobile phone to Shen Jiannian: "Look, the little rice cake is very good." ”

Shen Jiannian's eyes were focused, staring at the screen, taking his mobile phone, looking at the small rice cake in the video, muttering words that only he could understand, his little hands were busy, either grasping this or that, occasionally looking up at the ceiling, pointing to the light above, and making an "oh oh" sound.

No one spoke in the video, and Cheng Jin stopped talking, acting as a humanoid bracket, holding his mobile phone so that Shen Jianian could see the little rice cake at all times and confirm that he was safe.

The video call was only hung up when it arrived at the hospital.

Fu Jichen knocked on the door of the doctor's office, took Shen Jianian in, and explained her current situation to the doctor.

Next was the time for Shen Jianian to communicate with the psychiatrist alone, Fu Jichen went out and stood at the end of the corridor outside the door, where there was a window, it was too cold, and only a crack was opened.

He raised his hand to widen the crack in the window, and the cold wind poured in, and he was blown so wide that his eyes narrowed, and he put his hand in his pocket and touched it, and suddenly remembered that he had already quit smoking.

There will always be a desire to smoke a cigarette at some special moment.

With a twist of his fingertips, he finally dispelled the urge to let Qu Mo buy a pack of cigarettes, turned around and turned back to the door of the doctor's office, leaning against the wall and waiting.

The doctor's assistant arranged a rest room for him, but he didn't go, his heart was not still, and he couldn't sit still.

An hour and a half passed, the door opened, Fu Jichen walked into the office, Shen Jianian sat in the gray-blue sofa chair, looked at him, held his two hands and put them on his lap, obviously there was no expression on his face, but he looked so fragile and helpless.

With Shen Jianian's consent, the doctor informed Fu Jichen of the test results.

"Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder." The doctor said, "Her condition is quite serious, and it may be a little difficult to fully recover in the short term, so it is best to come back once a week." I will then develop a treatment plan that is tailored to her condition. (End of chapter)