wife addiction

Zong Xian took good care of me. In addition to daily care, he would push me outside for a walk when the weather was good.

I couldn't sit up, so Zong Xian modified a wheelchair so that I could sit like an ordinary person and see the world.

The snowy winter has passed, and the grassy spring has passed, and finally, the scorching summer is coming again.

When Zong Xian looked at me, he always had a smile on his face, and when he slept at night, he always kept a punch distance from me. Occasionally, I would see a trace of sadness in his eyes when he turned around.

One summer afternoon, he pushed me for a walk in the garden. At this time, it had been two months since I moved back from the hospital. Except that my eyesight and hearing gradually returned to normal, there was no improvement in anything else.I overheard Zong Jie and Zong Xian saying when they were arguing that it was already a miracle that I could wake up, and the possibility of returning to a normal person is almost zero.

Because of this sentence, Zong Xian had a big fight with him, and shut him out for a week, until one day Zong Jie solemnly apologized to him, and the matter was over.

Sometimes I can't help but think that Zong Xian's mind is actually quite small, and he can go to war just for a word.

I was thinking wildly, and he pushed me under the shade of the plane tree, turned on the phone, and played pure music.

The clear sound of the piano is like a slowly flowing stream, which adds a bit of coolness to the scorching summer, and this faint coolness seems to be mixed with a little sadness.

Zong Xian sat on a stone bench beside him, shook the fan in his hand, squinted his eyes, and looked at the pool in the garden in a daze. I followed his gaze and looked at the red rose that replaced the medicinal herb. Part expectations, but also a bit melancholy.

Zong Xian didn't say why roses were planted on this most fertile land, and I couldn't ask.

I always feel that he is using this method to commemorate the love he can't get, because he said that he has someone he likes, probably because of me, he and the person he likes failed to hold hands in the end.

After staring at those flowers for a while, he suddenly turned his head and showed me a mysterious smile: "Wait for me!"

After speaking, he stood up and walked out of the garden. Just when I was wondering what he was going to do, he came back excitedly with a digital camera in his hand.

Was it to take a photo?

I think that these flowers in the garden are blooming so grandly, and it is indeed necessary to keep a few photos as a souvenir. When autumn and winter come, no matter how prosperous the petals are, they will wither and wither and turn into dust.

However, Zong Xian put the camera in my arms and walked towards the patch of roses.

The fluttering butterflies and busy bees were disturbed by him, startled a lot at once, flew around him for a while and then left. He pinched the stem of a red rose, measured the length, and took the flower folded down.

I was shocked, is he crazy?This piece of flower is usually so precious that even Yun'er can't touch it, how can I fold it? !

However, I couldn't make any sound, and watched him pick more than half of the roses before returning to me with a strong fragrance.

Under my suspicious gaze, he calmly picked off the thorns on the branches, interspersed the branches, and weaved a delicate rose wreath.

The garland is very beautiful, but I saw several cuts on his fingers, the bright red blood was more dazzling than the blooming roses.

Without looking at the wound on his hand, he looked at the wreath, adjusted a few protruding branches, and put it on my head with satisfaction.

The aroma of roses gradually spread from the top of my head.

I looked at him in surprise, he rubbed his hands, picked up the camera in my arms, took a few steps back, squatted down, and showed a happy smile: "Xiaoying, look this way."

I looked at the black lens, and in my astonishment, thousands of thoughts seemed to be sucked in, leaving only an inexplicable touch in my heart, mixed with incomprehension and regret.

After taking a few photos of me, he stared at me fixedly, his eyes as calm as a pool of water, so quiet that he seemed to be able to swallow people in.

I was shaken by his gaze, and in embarrassment, I turned my eyes away and looked at the flowers and plants in the garden.

These flowers and plants have not been taken care of by anyone since they were injured. They have been in a state of crazy growth throughout the summer, and even the cobblestone road has been taken over by spreading honeysuckle. Only the rose garden behind the pool has been carefully cared for by Zong Xian. Now there has also become a mess.

It would be great if I could recover. I don't want to be as strong as a normal person, but I just want to be able to move my limbs and take care of this garden.

My thoughts drifted farther and farther away, and suddenly someone kissed my lips.

I was startled, and when I came back to my senses, I quickly looked at the face that was close at hand.

It's Zong Xian!

I was instantly relieved.

Zong Xian kissed me like this suddenly and crazily, not once or twice, I can't even move my tongue, I can only let him ravage in my mouth, not to mention, we have already held a wedding, even though I didn't know it at all Circumstances, but I have no reason to reject him.

Moreover, the most fundamental reason is that I like him, and of course I also want to have a skin-to-skin relationship with him.

However, I am very clear in my heart that his brain twitching behavior from time to time is just to show me. Even when he said that he loves me every day, it is just to relieve my psychological burden. Otherwise, why? Every night, he keeps a punch distance from me?

If he really loved me as he said, with the instinct of a man, he would have penetrated me no less than a thousand times.

I suddenly felt very sad, whether it was me or Zong Xian.

Zong Xian accepted me only because of his benevolent nature and his strong sense of responsibility. He believed that he had an unshirkable responsibility for my injury.

Yet neither kindness nor a sense of duty is equal to love.

I don't want to restrain him. I am an empty flowerpot abandoned by God. How can I deprive others of the right to bloom just because I can't bloom?

"Are you crying?" Zong Xian left my lips and reached out to wipe away the tears from the corners of my eyes, but I couldn't stop the sadness in my heart, and the tears flowed wantonly like bursting a bank.

"Why are you crying?" Zong Xian frowned, stroked my face, a little at a loss.

I was completely lost in my own thoughts, my eyes were closed, and I couldn't stop crying.

Zong Xian was afraid that I would be choked on by my own tears, so he quickly took out the tissue in the cloth pocket behind the wheelchair and wiped my tears. While wiping, he carefully asked me if I felt uncomfortable.

My throat became tighter and tighter, sore and sore. I sobbed so hard that I finally couldn't help coughing.

Probably because the depression in my heart has been pent up for too long, or maybe I just coughed too much, my stomach was churning, and the food I ate at noon rushed out.

Zong Xian hastily tilted me aside, supported my shoulders, and gently smoothed my back.

The wreath on my head, fell off, fell into my vomit body, dirty.

However, none of us had the time to take care of it, and after spit out a large puddle of filth, I finally recovered, took a few breaths, and was surprised to find that my tongue could actually move, and my mouth seemed to have the ability to open and close .

When I opened and closed my mouth in amazement to verify whether a miracle had really happened to me and was finally able to control my mouth, Zong Xian eagerly called Yun'er's name to the garden gate, asking her to come and help quickly.

Yun'er was washing clothes, when she heard the shout, she rushed into the garden in panic before she could wipe her hands.

Seeing the filth on the ground, without waiting for Zong Xian's order, she immediately returned to the kitchen, bringing a towel and a large glass of water.

"Brother Ying, what's the matter? Could it be that the lunch at noon is not to your liking?" Yun'er nervously supported me, handing water to Zong Xian and asked.

Because I was unable to speak for a long time, Zong Xian became my mouthpiece. When Yuner asked me questions, she gradually ignored me and asked Zong Xian directly.

Zong Xian shook his head with embarrassment: "I can't tell, it was fine just now."

I gasped a few more times, finally suppressed the turmoil in my stomach, opened my mouth, and tried to utter a few syllables: "I...it's okay."

When I said this, not only Zong Xian and Yun'er were taken aback, but I was also taken aback.

They were surprised because I spoke suddenly, and I was shocked because my voice was dry and hoarse with long-term inactivity, and the pitch was uneven, which was worse than Xiaoci's strange cry.

If Xiaoci was here and heard my voice, she would inevitably show off her might to me.

Yun'er was so excited by the miracle that happened to me that tears filled her eyes, and Zong Xian flicked her forehead amusedly: "Why are you crying? It's a good thing that Xiaoying can talk."

"I'm happy, I'm happy!" Yun'er rubbed her forehead that was hurt by bullets, curled her lips in dissatisfaction, wiped the stains on my chin, and asked me expectantly: "Brother Ying, what are you doing?" It's going to get better soon, right?"

I froze for a moment, blinked my eyes, and suddenly thought that I could talk now, and I didn't need to show people with my eyes, so I said, "Maybe."

"What is maybe!"

Zong Xian was quite dissatisfied with my answer, he took a sip of water, pushed Yun'er away, pinched my chin, and poured all the water into my mouth.

My eyes widened instantly, my face was hot as if I had entered purgatory, just as the water swirled around in my mouth, I sprayed it all out again, splashing Zong Xian all over his face.

Zong Xian is too bold!

Yun'er is still watching!

Is it really okay to do such a thing in front of a girl who is not out of the cabinet?

Zong Xian chuckled, grabbed the towel in Yun'er's hand and wiped his face, holding the cup to my lips as if nothing had happened, and urged: "Wash your mouth!"

I looked at Yuner with a blushing face, Yuner was covering her mouth and smiling, her face was slightly red, but her eyes were bright, like a child who found some interesting toy.

I looked away and took a deep breath, opened my mouth, and tried to take a sip of water.

Zong Xian greatly appreciated my performance, helped me turn sideways, spit out the water in my mouth, and took advantage of me.

"Good performance, a kiss as a reward."

He kissed my forehead without any pressure, but I was so embarrassed that I wanted to find a crack in the ground and sneak in.