A cold lingers like autumn rain, intermittently, and hasn't gotten better for half a month.

Shen Jianian held the water cup, and before the medicine entered his mouth, he could imagine the unpleasant smell in his mind, and his brows frowned deeply.

Fu Jichen stared at her beside her, she couldn't throw away the medicine secretly, she could only throw her heart sideways, close her eyes, throw all the medicine into her mouth, pour a big mouthful of water, and swallow it.

With a "pop", the tin box of cookies was opened—this was the third box of cookies to be opened since I got sick, and the first two boxes were all eaten with medicine.

"Take medicine obediently to get better quickly." Fu Jichen touched her forehead in a coaxing tone, "I could have been cured a few days ago, who asked you to secretly throw away the medicine and not take it." ”

Shen Jianian was said to be weak-hearted, and his voice lowered: "How do you know?" ”

"Aunt Cheng cleaned up and found a pill under the bed." Fu Jichen wanted to laugh when he said this, "I don't know how to learn to be smarter, throwing a trash can in a tissue is more reliable than throwing it under the bed, or simply flushing it into the toilet." ”

Shen Jianian's eyes lit up, why didn't she expect it.

"I'm not here to give you advice." Fu Jichen looked at her clever appearance, his smile deepened, and he knocked on the door of her head, "My son is better than you when he takes medicine." ”

When feeding the medicine to the little rice cake, don't mention how smooth it is, dissolve the medicine with water, put it in a small spoon, feed it to his mouth, and he obediently open his mouth to swallow it.

After drinking it, I realized that it tasted wrong, my little eyebrows wrinkled, and I couldn't spit it out if I wanted to.

Shen Jiannian didn't want to be preached anymore, so he quickly changed the topic: "What day is it today?" ”

Fu Jichen glanced at the calendar: "Thursday." ”

"I'm going to Dr. Zhao tomorrow again." Shen Jianian looked melancholy, holding his legs with his hands, resting his chin on his knees, "It doesn't feel like it's working, I still have nightmares and wake up from my dreams." ”

She can now face up to her mental illness, but she still can't recover, just like this cold, she is obviously taking medicine, but she never gets better.

Fu Jichen: "The doctor said that psychotherapy is a step-by-step process, and there is no urgency. Did I tell you, don't put too much pressure on yourself. ”

Shen Jianian: "I don't want this. ”

Fu Jichen hugged her into his arms and patiently coaxed her: "Take your time." ”

The next day, Friday, the day when he went to see a psychiatrist every week, Fu Jichen made time to accompany Shen Jiannian.

After staying in the treatment room for more than an hour, and then coming out, Shen Jianian looked up at the sky with a sad face.

Today's weather is good, the warm sun is shining, Shen Jiannian squinted his eyes.

Fu Jichen looked at his watch, and it was almost time for lunch: "It's better to eat out at noon, and take you to go shopping in the afternoon, since you are sick, you rarely go out to play." ”

Speaking of "playing", Shen Jianian misses a little nostalgic for the scene when she and Fu Jichen, as well as Bai Changxia and his wife went to the forest park for a picnic when they were just pregnant with the little rice cake.

Shen Jianian opened his mouth, and just wanted to agree, but then he thought of the little rice cake again: "We have been out for a long time, and I am worried about the little rice cake." ”

"He's fine at home, do you want to see him?"

Fu Jichen said, took out his mobile phone and made a video call to Cheng Jin.

Cheng Jin was used to this, and after connecting the video, he said hello and pointed the camera at the small rice cake.

The little rice cake was lying on the sofa, the two little fat legs were cocked, kicking in the air, the confinement lady was changing his diaper, and the little rice cake was dangling around with a small mallet toy in her hand.

Cheng Jin explained on the side: "He just peed, he felt uncomfortable, frowning his eyebrows and humming. ”

"Little rice cakes." Shen Jianian called his son's name in the video.

The little rice cake shook the little mallet and slowed down, opened his eyes wide, twisted his head, and looked around for his mother.

Shen Jianian shouted again, the little rice cake found its direction, completely stopped shaking the small mallet, grinned at Cheng Jin's mobile phone, and saliva flowed down the corners of his mouth. Yuesao's sister-in-law hurriedly took out a piece of paper to wipe his saliva with one hand.

"Now you can rest assured?" Fu Jichen said, "He is accompanied by Aunt Cheng and Sister-in-law Lin. ”

Shen Jianian nodded, had lunch with him at the restaurant outside, and then drove to the suburbs.

Seeing that it was getting farther and farther away from the bustling city center, Shen Jianian's sleepy brain had a trace of doubt, and he grabbed Fu Jichen's finger and asked, "Where are we going?" ”

Fu Jichen took the opportunity to hold her hand: "Take you to climb the mountain and sweat." ”

Shen Jianian was stunned for a moment, she couldn't remember how long she hadn't climbed the mountain.

When he arrived at the place, Shen Jianian knew that the so-called mountain climbing was to go to Tanfu Temple. The long stone steps with no end in sight, just standing at the foot of the mountain and looking at it, my legs couldn't help but tremble.

Fu Jichen zipped Shen Jianian's coat, worried that her sweating and blowing would aggravate the cold, he took her hand: "Let's go." ”

Shen Jianian retreated: "What if I can't walk halfway up?" At that time, you can't go up, you can't go down......"

As she spoke, she had been pulled by Fu Jichen to step on several stone steps, and then heard his voice with a shallow smile: "I'll carry you up." ”

Shen Jianian looked at the man's broad and straight back, and did not doubt the truth of his words at all.

As soon as the words became a prophecy, Shen Jiannian was out of breath, his face was covered with redness, a layer of sweat hung on his forehead, and his speech was intermittent: "I...... No...... I can't do it, my legs are raised...... I can't lift it. ”

The calves were sore and stiff, and every step was difficult to lift, Shen Jianian shook his head as he spoke, and the whole person was almost hanging on Fu Jichen's arm.

Fu Jichen stopped, let go of her hand, took a step down, stood on the steps below, bowed slightly, and turned his back to Shen Jianian, as he said before: "Come up, I'll carry you." ”

A tourist passed by and cast his gaze, Shen Jianian looked away shyly, and pushed Fu Jichen's back: "No, let's just walk slowly." ”

Fu Jichen bent lower, almost half-squatting: "Okay, if you can't climb, I'll carry you." ”

"I really don't need to, so many people are watching."

"Who said that the old husband and wife don't need to be embarrassed."

“……”

What she said a long time ago, I didn't expect that one day he would use it to block her.

After grinding for a while, Shen Jiannian lay on Fu Jichen's back, and when he carried her up, her hands tightly wrapped around his neck, her head rested on his right shoulder, and whispered in his ear: "If you can't carry me later, put me down, don't be strong, after all, I'm not young." ”

Fu Jichen raised his foot for a moment, tilted his head sideways, and pretended not to hear clearly: "What did you say?" ”

"I said, if you can't carry me later, put me down."

"Not that."

"Don't be reckless, after all, you're not young."

Fu Jichen was silent, and after a while, he let out a light "ho", his steps were steady and fast, and the young men younger than him next to him were all left behind by him.

When he was about to reach the top, Shen Jiannian was afraid that he would be tired and struggled to come down.

Fu Jichen didn't let go: "I'm not young anymore?" ”

Shen Jianian burst out laughing: "Why are you still thinking about this sentence." I retracted, Mr. Fu is very young and has competed in college students. ”

Fu Jichen snorted: "Make fun of me." ”

"Nothing." Shen Jianian patted him on the shoulder, "Let me down, I'm resting and I'm not tired." ”

Fu Jichen bent over to put her down, she took out a pack of handkerchief paper from her pocket, and took out one to wipe the sweat from his forehead.

When he arrived at Tanfu Temple, Fu Jichen went to buy incense, and went to the Daxiong Hall with Shen Jianian to pray for blessings. When she came out, Fu Jichen asked her, "What did you ask the Buddha for?" ”

This question reminded Shen Jiannian that on the first day of the Lunar New Year one year, she and Fu Jichen came to Tanfu Temple to offer incense, and Fu Jichen said that he prayed with the Buddha to bless them to be united forever and grow old together.

Shen Jia said: "I ask the Buddha to bless our family of three with peace and prosperity." ”

Next, the two wander around the temple, occasionally encountering a stray cat or two. Shen Jianian pointed to a cat that ran into the bamboo forest and said, "Look, there's a tortoiseshell cat there, so beautiful." ”

Fu Jichen looked in the direction she pointed, and before he could speak, Yu Guang noticed an old man in a robe walking by the fork in the road next to him.

The back was a little familiar, Fu Jichen squinted his eyes and recognized that it was the abbot of the temple.

"Let's go from that side." Fu Jichen grabbed Shen Jiannian's wrist and led her to follow behind the abbot.

Shen Jia was puzzled and whispered, "What are we doing with others?" ”

After walking for a while, the abbot finally found the person behind him, and slowly turned around, stunned.

Fu Jichen greeted at the right time: "How is the abbot doing lately?" ”

After staring at it for a while, the abbot recognized the person and sighed.

Shen Jianian became more and more puzzled in her heart, how could she feel that the abbot's expression became very helpless after seeing Fu Jichen. She had heard Qu Mo say in the past that Fu Jichen often donated incense money to Tanfu Temple, and the amount was not low, it stands to reason that the abbot should be friendly to Fu Jichen, how could it be helpless?

The abbot bowed: "The Lord of Labor Fu is worried, and he has been doing very well recently. ”

Fu Jichen stepped forward: "Where is the abbot going?" ”

"Is there something wrong with Master Fu?"

Fu Jichen glanced at Shen Jiannian, and the abbot's gaze also fell on Shen Jiannian, stayed for a long time, and hesitated: "This is ...... Lord Shen? ”

Shen Jianian was a little surprised, the abbot actually recognized her, she didn't think that the abbot had time to pay attention to the news on the Internet.

Fu Jichen asked the doubts in Shen Jiannian's heart: "How did the abbot recognize it?" ”

"The only woman who can follow Master Fu is Master Shen." The abbot said in a distant tone, "I see that her complexion is not very good, but her body is in trouble?" ”

Shen Jianian had lived in the temple for a while, and the abbot was very impressed by her. At that time, she was not like this. (End of chapter)