Rose Manor

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

After saying this, Shen Jianian realized that he was talking about "psychiatrist." She only noticed the word "doctor" and subconsciously refuted it.

She pursed her lips, remained silent for a while, and lowered her eyes.

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

She realized it herself.

Maybe it was because she was bitten by a snake once and was afraid of the well rope for ten years. She saw the little rice cake fall into the water with her own eyes and faced life-threatening danger. Her spirit continued to be tense and she forgot how to let go.

She was too scared.

Little Nian Gao was the child she gave birth to after ten months of gestation. She couldn't stand to see him get even the slightest bit hurt. She didn't know how to protect him, so she could only choose to use the stupidest method to hold him tightly in her arms, and then Don't let go either.

It's not normal. She knew it, but she couldn't help herself.

Seeing her confused look, 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, little Nian Gao is our child. I love him too. I hope He can grow up healthily and happily. Protecting him is not your responsibility alone. We need to work together. You can't take everything on yourself. One or two days will do. If this continues, you will be tired."

It was as if the bones in Shen Jianian's body had been taken away in an instant, and she fell softly into his arms, with tears flowing from her tightly closed eyes. She grabbed the clothes on his chest and cried so hard that her body shook slightly.

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

"What should I do, I don't know what to do..." Shen Jianian asked him in a sob, her voice so low that it was almost inaudible, like babble.

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

Shen Jia Nian said nothing, tired from crying, and fell asleep in his arms.

Fu Jichen held her neck and carefully laid it flat, covered her with a quilt, and patiently and carefully wiped away the tears on her face bit by bit with a wet tissue.

Their child was sleeping next to them, his head tilted to one side, his chubby face white and pink.

He looked at the mother and son, feeling sad and sad.

*

The next day, at nine o'clock in the morning, when Shen Jia Nian woke up, he found that the child beside him was gone. He sat up in shock and raised his eyes to see Fu Jichen holding the child and pacing in the room. His heart, which had jumped to his throat, slowly fell. It was just a heartbeat. It didn't slow down for a while, and it was still jumping very fast.

Fu Jichen turned his back to her and didn't realize that she was awake. The little rice cake lying on his father's shoulder opened his dark eyes and grinned at his mother. Drool dripped from the corner of his mouth and dripped on his father's shirt. His little hands clenched into fists and he Gag in mouth.

For Shen Jia Nian, this simple and ordinary scene was like seeing flowers blooming all over the mountains and plains. She curved her lips and smiled sincerely for the first time in a long time.

The little rice cake hummed, as if responding to its mother. Fu Jichen noticed it, put his hand on the child's back, turned around, and saw Shen Jianian sitting on the bed.

"When did you wake up?" he asked.

"I just woke up." Shen Jianian got out of bed, put on his slippers, and stretched out his hands towards the child, "Mom, hold the little rice cake."

Little Nian Gao took out the little hand that was chewing in her mouth, leaned forward, and threw herself into Shen Jianian's arms. Fu Jichen waited for her to hold him firmly before letting go, and took out two tissues to wipe his son's saliva.

Shen Jianian: "You have it on your shoulders too."

Fu Jichen turned his head and lowered his eyes. Sure enough, he found a pool of water marks on his shoulder and went to the cloakroom to change clothes.

Shen Jianian shook the hand holding the little rice cake and said softly: "Our little rice cake soiled one of dad's clothes again."

Little Nian Gao seemed to be shy and buried his head in her neck.

Fu Jichen changed his shirt and came out: "I'll hold the child, you go and wash up."

"No rush, I'm holding the little rice cake..." Before she finished speaking, she suddenly realized that they had just talked about that topic last night, pursed her lower lip, handed the child to him, and went to the bathroom.

After washing up quickly, Shen Jiannian came out. She cried last night and her eyes felt a little uncomfortable. She closed her eyelids and walked up to Fu Jichen, as if she had made a lot of determination. She took a deep breath and asked: "What are we doing?" Time to go?"

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

"...go to the doctor."

Fu Jichen was stunned and looked at her face. Last night he suggested seeing a psychiatrist, but she cried fiercely and did not agree. He didn't want to force her, and planned to find another opportunity to persuade her slowly.

"It's Friday, let's go today." Fu Jichen's tone contained room for negotiation. If Jia Nian is not ready today, she can make an appointment at another time. It is already good that she can take the initiative to say go to the doctor.

Shen Jia Nian only hesitated for three seconds and said softly "Hmm".

The two of them went downstairs to have breakfast with their children in their arms. Shen Jia Nian tried his best to divert some of his attention from the child and asked Fu Jichen, "Don't you have to work today?"

Fu Jichen: "It has been arranged."

Shen Jia Nian drank the porridge and said nothing. How could she not know that during the past few days when she was alone and nervous and anxious, Fu Jichen felt uncomfortable and had to keep an eye on the mother and son. He suffered more than she did.

After breakfast, Shen Jia Nian changed into the clothes for going out, but could not take a step out of the door. His eyes were glued to the little rice cake. He was being held by his confinement nanny and was eating milk powder. His little feet in socks were dangling, looking very happy. I don’t know yet that my mother is about to go out. Even if he knew, he wouldn't cry. He has been very well-behaved since he was born.

Fu Jichen put his arm around Shen Jianian's shoulders and led her forward: "Let's go early and come back early. Little Nian Gao will be fine at home."

Driven by the strength of his arm, Shen Jianian took a step forward, but it was still difficult to take the second step. The hands in her sleeves were clenched into fists. She told herself over and over again that the little rice cake was taken care of by Yuesao and Aunt Cheng, Yunding Palace Garden There were security guards at the door, so he would not be taken away again and put into a dangerous situation, but she still couldn't overcome her psychological worries.

She was really sick, much worse than she thought.

"Let's go." Fu Jichen said, "If you are worried, we can make a video call to the confinement nanny in the car and let you see the little rice cakes at any time."

He understood her psychology, so he never said anything urging or forceful, but always coaxed her so gently and patiently.

Shen Jia Nian reluctantly looked away, went out with Fu Jichen and sat in the car.

As the car started to move, the distance from the gate became further and further away. The panic in Shen Jia Nian's heart doubled. In the end, he broke out in cold sweat and his fingers trembled. It was exactly the same as when he was frightened on the boat in the reservoir that day.

If it's more serious, it might be syncope...

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

The person who answered the phone was Aunt Cheng. Fu Jichen said straight to the point: "Where's the little rice cake?"

"Little rice cake has just finished eating milk powder and is being held by the confinement nanny for a walk."

"Turn the camera on him."

"Hey."

The camera was set to the rear, and Cheng Jin pointed the phone at the little rice cake. The confinement sister-in-law didn't go far, and walked around the living room with the little rice cake in her arms. The little rice cake was very active after eating, and she was restless in the confinement sister-in-law's arms. Her little hands were not grasping. A handful of flowers on the table is like pulling a handful of tassels from the curtains.

Fu Jichen handed the phone to Shen Jianian: "Look, the little rice cakes are very good."

Shen Jianian focused his eyes and stared at the screen. He took his mobile phone over and looked at the little rice cakes in the video. His little mouth was mumbling words that only he could understand. His little hands were busy, grabbing this or that, occasionally raising his head. Look at the ceiling, point to the light above, and make an "ooh" sound.

No one spoke in the video, and Cheng Jin stopped talking. He acted as a humanoid stand and held up his mobile phone so that Shen Jianian could see the little rice cake at all times to confirm that he was safe.

The video call was not hung up until we arrived at the hospital.

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

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

He raised his hand to open the window crack wider, and the cold wind blew in. He squinted his eyes because of the cold wind. He put his hand into his pocket and touched it. He suddenly remembered that he had quit smoking long ago.

There are always special moments when I want to smoke a cigarette.

After twirling his fingertips, he finally gave up the urge to ask Qu Mo to buy a pack of cigarettes. He turned back to the door of the doctor's office and waited against the wall.

The doctor's assistant arranged a rest room for him, but he didn't go because he felt restless and couldn't sit still.

An hour and a half later, the door opened. Fu Jichen walked into the office. Shen Jianian sat in the gray-blue sofa chair and looked at him. He clasped his hands and put them on his lap. There was no expression on his face, but He seemed so fragile and helpless again.

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. It may be difficult to completely return to normal in the short term. It is best to come here once a week. I will then develop a targeted plan based on her situation. treatment plan." (End of chapter)