Rose Manor

A cold is as lingering as the autumn rain, intermittent, and it has not been cured for half a month.

Shen Jianian was holding the water glass. Before the medicine entered his mouth, he could imagine the unpleasant smell in his mind and frowned deeply.

Fu Jichen was watching her from the side. She couldn't secretly throw away the medicine. She could only close her eyes, throw all the medicine into her mouth, drink a large amount of water, and swallow it.

With a "click", the iron box of cookies was opened - this was the third box of cookies that I had opened since I fell ill. The first two boxes were eaten with medicine.

"You will get better quickly if you take the medicine." Fu Jichen coaxed a child and touched her forehead, "I could have recovered a few days ago, but you secretly threw away the medicine and refused to take it."

Shen Jia Nian felt guilty after being told that, and his voice lowered: "How did you know?"

"Aunt Cheng was cleaning and found pills under the bed." Fu Jichen wanted to laugh when he said this. "I don't know if I should be smarter. Wrapping paper towels and throwing them in the trash can is more reliable than throwing them under the bed, or flushing them into the toilet. .”

Shen Jianian's eyes lit up, why didn't she expect that?

"I'm not here to give you advice." Fu Jichen looked at her clever appearance, his smile deepened, and he knocked on her forehead, "My son is even better than you when taking medicine."

Not to mention how smooth it is when feeding medicine to little rice cake. Dissolve the medicine with water, put it in a small spoon, and feed it to his mouth. He will open his mouth and swallow it obediently.

After finishing the drink, I realized that the taste was not right. My eyebrows wrinkled and I couldn't even vomit.

Shen Jianian didn't want to be lectured anymore, so she quickly changed the subject: "What day is it today?"

Fu Jichen glanced at the calendar: "Thursday."

"I'm going to Dr. Zhao again tomorrow." Shen Jianian looked melancholy, hugging his legs with his hands and resting his chin on his knees. "It doesn't seem to be effective. I still have nightmares and wake up from my dreams."

She is now able to face her mental illness, but she still cannot recover. Just like this cold, she is not getting better even though she is taking medicine.

Fu Jichen: "The doctor said that psychological treatment is a step-by-step process and there is no need to rush it. Did I tell you not to put too much pressure on yourself?"

Shen Jianian: "I don't want this."

Fu Jichen hugged her and patiently coaxed her: "Take your time."

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

After staying in the treatment room for more than an hour, Shen Jia Nian looked up at the sky with a sad face.

The weather was good today, the sun was shining brightly, and Shen Jia Nian narrowed his eyes.

Fu Jichen looked at his watch and saw that it was almost lunch time: "Why don't we eat out at noon and take you for a walk in the afternoon. Since you have been sick, you rarely go out to play."

Speaking of "playing", Shen Jia Nian was somewhat nostalgic for the scene when she, Fu Jichen, and Bai Changxia went to the forest park for a picnic when she was just pregnant with the little rice cake.

Shen Jia Nian opened his mouth and was about to agree, but then he thought of Little Nian Gao: "We have been out for a long time, I am worried about Little Nian Gao."

"He's fine at home. Do you want to see him?"

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

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

Little Nian Gao was lying on the sofa, with his two fat legs raised and kicking randomly in the air. The confinement nanny was changing his diaper, and Little Nian Gao was holding a small mallet toy dangling in his hand.

Cheng Jin explained on the side: "He just peed and felt uncomfortable. He frowned and kept moaning."

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

Little Nian Gao slowed down the movement of shaking the stick, opened his eyes wide, twisted his head, and looked around for his mother.

Shen Jianian shouted again, and the little rice cake found its direction, stopped shaking the mallet completely, grinned at Cheng Jin's cell phone, and drool dripped down the corner of his mouth. The confinement sister-in-law quickly took out a piece of paper with one hand and wiped his saliva.

"Can you rest assured now?" Fu Jichen said, "He is accompanied by Aunt Cheng and Sister Lin."

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

Seeing that the distance from the bustling city center was getting further and further away, Shen Jia Nian's troubled mind had a trace of doubt. He grabbed Fu Jichen's finger and asked, "Where are we going?"

Fu Jichen took the opportunity to hold her hand: "I'll take you to climb a mountain and break a sweat."

Shen Jia Nian was stunned for a moment. She couldn't remember how long it had been since she had climbed a mountain.

When they arrived at the place, Shen Jianian realized that the so-called mountain climbing was to go to Tanfu Temple. The long, endless stone steps, just standing at the foot of the mountain and looking at them, made my legs tremble uncontrollably.

Fu Jichen zipped up Shen Jianian's coat. Worried that her sweating and blowing in the wind would aggravate her cold, he held her hand and said, "Let's go."

Shen Jianian backed down: "What if I can't walk halfway up? Then I won't be able to go up or come down..."

While she was talking, she had been pulled up several steps by Fu Jichen, and then she heard his slightly smiling voice: "I'll carry you up."

Shen Jianian looked at the man's broad and straight back, without doubting the authenticity of his words. The words came true. Halfway through the climb, Shen Jia Nian was out of breath. His face was flushed, and there was a layer of sweat on his forehead. He spoke intermittently: "I... no... I can't do it anymore, my legs." Lift...I can’t lift it anymore.”

The calf was so sore and stiff that it was difficult to lift every step. Shen Jianian shook his head as he spoke, almost hanging on Fu Jichen's arm.

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

A tourist passed by and cast a glance. Shen Jia Nian shyly turned away and pushed Fu Jichen on the back: "No, we can just walk slower."

Fu Jichen bent even lower, almost squatting down: "We agreed that I will carry you if you can't crawl."

"It's really not necessary, there are so many people watching."

"Who said that old couples don't have to be embarrassed."

"..."

What she said a long time ago, she never thought that one day he would use it to block her.

After lingering for a while, Shen Jia Nian lay on Fu Jichen's back. When he picked her up, she wrapped her hands tightly around his neck, rested her head on his right shoulder, and whispered in his ear: "You If you can't carry me anymore later, put me down, don't be brave, after all, I'm not young anymore."

Fu Jichen paused with his raised foot and turned his head, pretending not to hear clearly: "What did you say?"

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

"That's not it."

"Don't be brave, after all, you are not young anymore."

Fu Jichen was silent. After a moment, he let out a soft "ho" and walked steadily and quickly. The young men next to him who were younger than him were far behind him.

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

Fu Jichen persisted: "Am I not young anymore?"

Shen Jianian burst into laughter: "Why are you still thinking about this sentence? I take it back, Mr. Fu is very young, better than college students."

Fu Jichen snorted: "You're kidding me."

"No way." Shen Jianian patted him on the shoulder, "Put me down. I'm well rested and I'm not tired anymore."

Fu Jichen bent down and put her down. She took out a pack of handkerchiefs from her pocket, took out one and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

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

This question reminded Shen Jia Nian that on the first day of the new year one year, she and Fu Jichen came to Tanfu Temple to offer incense. Fu Jichen said that he prayed to the Buddha to bless them to be united and grow old together.

Shen Jia Nian smiled: "I ask Buddha to bless our family of three to be safe and smooth."

Next, the two wandered around the temple and occasionally encountered one or two stray cats. Shen Jianian pointed to a cat that ran into the bamboo forest and said, "Look, there is a tortoiseshell cat there. It's so beautiful."

Fu Jichen looked in the direction she pointed, but before he spoke, he noticed an old man in cassock walking by the side road carrying a pole.

The figure on the back was somewhat familiar. Fu Jichen squinted his eyes and recognized that it was the abbot of the temple.

"Let's go that way." Fu Jichen held Shen Jianian's wrist and led her to follow the abbot.

Shen Jia Nian was puzzled and whispered: "Why are we following them?"

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

Fu Jichen greeted him at the right time: "How are you doing, Abbot?"

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

Shen Jia Nian became increasingly puzzled. Why did she think the abbot's expression became helpless after seeing Fu Jichen. She had heard from Qu Mo before that Fu Jichen often donated money for incense to Tanfu Temple, and the amount was not low. Logically speaking, the abbot should be friendly to Fu Jichen. How could he be helpless?
The abbot nodded and said, "I am thinking of you, almsgiver. I am very well these days."

Fu Jichen stepped forward: "Abbott, where are you going?"

"Donor Fu, is there something wrong?"

Fu Jichen glanced at Shen Jia Nian, and the abbot's eyes also fell on Shen Jia Nian. He stayed for a long time and hesitated: "This is... Donor Shen?"

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

Fu Jichen asked Shen Jianian's doubts: "How did the abbot recognize it?"

"The only woman who can stay with Almsgiver Fu is Almsgiver Shen." The abbot said in a distant tone, "She doesn't look very good, but is she in trouble?"

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