MTL - Sick Wife-Chapter 67 ,goodbye

Soon, the door opened from the inside.

Guan Beibei saw the girl standing in front of her eyes. She was in line with the age stated on the Internet. She seemed to be only twenty years old.

Light grass-colored knitted sweater, with a long thin cotton skirt, carefully braided head and tail, and a few small velvet hairpins in the light gray hair.

It is a gentle and comfortable feeling from the outfit to the inside and outside temperament.

"Listen to the wind?" she asked.

Tingfeng is Shang Congshu's screen name. Shang Congshu talked to her and likes to listen to Jay Chou's "Maple", so there is the origin of this screen name.

According to the online self-report, Shang Congshu was in a very difficult situation. Choose to try to send her to a mental hospital with others.

Guan Beibei doesn't have deep contact with mental patients, but she knows a little bit, the general symptoms are severe enough to require compulsory treatment, and it is unlikely that she will keep herself clean and decent when it comes to dressing up.

Now that Shang Congshu is in front of her, it doesn't look like she is mentally abnormal.

"Huh?" Shang Congshu was stunned for a while, and suddenly thought of something, his eyes lit up a few degrees, "It's me, are you Sister Shell?"

The girl smiled, was very happy with her arrival, and invited her into the house warmly.

She couldn't help but wonder if it was a lie made up by the girl? This is different from what Shang Congshu said, being illegally imprisoned, unable to enter or leave the free room, and being chained to his wrist every day.

She has never seen a place where she was imprisoned, it would have such a warm environment.

Guan Beibei glanced at the TV in the living room inadvertently, and the black LCD screen reflected Shang Congshu, who was staring at her intently behind him.

She turned around cautiously.

Shang Congshu did not cover up, still staring at her.

Guan Beibei was a little nervous, and put the noodle soup in his hand on the table, "A lady just came by the door, it should be breakfast for you."

Although she is not small, she always feels something strange.

Shang Cong Shudada ran into the kitchen, took out a clean bowl and chopsticks, put all the soup noodles in it, looked at Guan Beibei expectantly, "Thank you for visiting me, this is breakfast for you."

Guan Beibei wanted to refuse, but Shang Congshu's inactive eyes kept looking at her, and he took a few chopsticks and noodles symbolically.

She tentatively said, "Why haven't you sent me a message in the last few days? I thought something had happened to you."

Shang Congshu had a distressed look on his face, "The phone is still in the hospital and I haven't brought it back."

Next, Shang Congshu spent nearly half an hour describing his life in the hospital and how he escaped.

Guan Beibei listened very carefully, she thought carefully, and asked: "Since no one forces you to be hospitalized, why should you stay in the hospital obediently? Once in, unless the guardian nods, it will be very difficult for you come out."

Shang Congshu's expression drooped down to the naked eye, "At that time, it was better to go to the hospital if you were obedient to continue dating with my girlfriend..."

Guan Beibei could never be such a person in her life, but she knew that there are many love brains in the world, and subconsciously classified Shang Congshu into this category.

"She has already treated you like this, so there's no need to continue dating, right?" Guan Beibei complained casually, but he didn't really want to intervene in other people's personal emotional affairs.

She brought the topic back, "By the way, about your aunt's cheating, I went back to China yesterday to pay attention, and the magazine has already removed the disputed works. I remember you saying However, when the magazine has not been officially listed, I have communicated with the editor-in-chief, but they choose to ignore it, you can…”

Guan Beibei's voice stopped abruptly, her hand on the chopsticks accidentally touched the mouse, and the computer on the coffee table suddenly turned on.

The page is a drawing software, a Korean-style comic strip, a character with long black hair is locked in the bedroom, the outfit shown in the mirror is a white suit skirt, but the character himself is wearing pajamas.

The other character, a light gray girl, was wearing the outfit of the black-haired character in the mirror, with a smile on her face, almost the same as the current Shang Congshu.

Bubble dialogue on the side—

Light gray-haired girl: [I'm going to work. 】

The girl with long black hair was locked in the bedroom, crying in sadness and despair: [Cong Shu, please, let me out. 】

[Shh, you are Cong Shu. 】

Guan Beibei was taken aback by this comic strip, and cold sweat broke out on her back. She looked back at Shang Congshu, but the other party didn't think there was anything wrong with the comic, and looked at her seriously, expecting She went down.

"I have something to do at home..."

Guan Beibei got up from her position, she can be considered to have seen many cruel and dark cases, she can maintain calm on the surface, but in fact her heart is already turbulent.

She added: "We'll chat another day, you can make an appointment for a suitable time and place."

Shang Congshu followed and got up, looked at the face that had hardly moved, and asked in frustration, "Sister Shell, are you going back?"

Since Shang Congshu became ill, no one has come to see her, Guan Beibei was the first one, she was very happy, and a little emotionally excited.

She doesn't have any friends, and she has many friends who are novel authors and comic authors, but these friends are all over the world, and it is usually difficult to get together once.

This shows that the small shells have some weight.

Shang Congshu went back to the bedroom and dug out the red envelope she had hidden. She said, "It's not a public welfare consultation, it's a fee. This is for you."

Guan Beibei felt the thickness and knew that there was a lot of money in it without opening it. She put the red envelope back in Shang Congshu's hand, and said quietly: "If you tell me on the Internet, It's all true, and I'll help you unconditionally, but I'll be very angry if you tell the lie and consume my sympathy."

After all, her time is very precious. The reason why she appeared here is because Shang Congshu said that she was too miserable and helpless on the Internet. The suffering of being forced into a mental hospital.

It now appears that what Shang Congshu said was inconsistent and contradictory.

She looked at Shang Congshu, and then said, "I know you are a famous novelist. It's normal to encounter a bottleneck period, and you shouldn't be looking for inspiration."

Reading the cartoon, she wondered if Shang Congshu was creating something new, so that she could portray herself as such a character.

Similar to this situation, it really happened. There was a composer abroad who lacked inspiration. He pretended to be a beggar and wandered every night, and made up tragic encounters with his friends. When his friends came to help him, he Only to find out that the garage is all in his name.

Shang Congshu's image in Guan Beibei's heart is similar to this "wandering composer".

Shang Congshu doesn't understand why Guan Beibei's current attitude is completely different from the warm and caring appearance on the Internet.

You can only use the first meeting, a little strange, to comfort yourself.

Seeing that Guan Beibei didn't accept the red envelope, she ran back to the bedroom and pulled out a burgundy beret, "I knitted this, and I gave it to you as a gift for autumn and winter."

Guan Beibei asked, "Why don't you clarify my doubt?"

Shang Congshu: "When will you come to see me next time?"

“…”

Shang Congshu counted down the days, "Frostfall is Saturday, Halloween is Sunday. If you are not at work, you can come and play with me, and I will show you my girlfriend."

While talking, Guan Beibei found some problems, Shang Congshu would repeat what he had said before as long as the sentence was long, but Shang Congshu himself had no perception and continued to read If you read it, there will even be a disordered word order...

If you don't combine the top and bottom content, Guan Beibei will hardly understand what it means.

She suddenly felt pity, maybe the person in front of her might really be a patient...

Guan Beibei patiently listened to what Shang Congshu said, and then asked about some manuscripts. At least this is true. The current situation of the magazine is basically the same as what Shang Congshu said.

Before leaving, she said goodbye to Shang Congshu, "I'll give you a scarf as a gift next time, what do you like?"

Shang Congshu's eyes lit up, "Really? I like pink and blue plaid scarves."

"Good."

"Sister Shell, goodbye."

After Guan Beibei left, Shang Congshu returned to the computer and drew on the tablet. After a while, he felt hungry.

There were no ingredients in the refrigerator, so she took a little change and went out to buy food by herself.

I also bought the sugar-fried hawthorn that Fengxin likes to eat.

She posted the example picture on Weibo, and edited a long article with care.

I didn't expect this Weibo to blow up, and it was moved to the school forum not long after, and even the comments below the Weibo were noisy.

[No, no, can a mentally ill person still paint? 】

【You guys are poisonous, you have a mental disability, not a disability in your hands and feet, an IQ and a disability, why can't you paint? You give her the test paper and she will write it too. 】

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Shang Congshu looked at these comments, wondering if he really cared about her, or if he was watching the lively comments, sitting in a chair for a long time, his mind was empty.

She didn't cheer up until someone on Weibo sent a private message to request a draft.

I asked about the settings of the appointment, and while we were chatting, the other party turned the subject to Shang Congshu, "You really drew these? When you paint, your mind will What are you thinking? (curious face.jpg"

Shang Congshu lost interest in an instant, and she silently blocked people.

She already has a lot of followers on Weibo. After she sent out the Weibo request, there was a steady stream of private messages, and she didn't dare to open it again.

It was like this until night, Shang Congshu looked at the clock on the wall, and when it was completely dark, she got off the sofa to look at the lights in the room.

She couldn't help but log on WeChat on the computer, wanting to message Fengxin Q, but afraid of disturbing Fengxin's work, she looked at the chat box, and finally just restrained and sent an emoji.

Not long after it was sent out, there was a sound of opening the door.

Shang Congshu didn't wear any shoes. As soon as the door opened, he threw himself into Feng Xin's arms, smelling the familiar smell, his eyes were red, "Why are you coming back now?"