Chapter 794: Returning from the Death, Scattered Flowers (79) [Don’t buy repeats]

All of this made his tense and tired nerves relax, and he hugged the person in his arms and fell asleep lightly.

The child lying next to Wen Xien slowly moved his hands until he touched Wen Xien's hand. He hugged both hands tightly, curled up and pressed Wen Xien tightly.

Don't buy it

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As early summer comes, the temperature gradually rises.

The early summer sun shines down from dense branches and leaves, and the ground is covered with sparkling spots the size of copper coins.

Wen Xien slept longer and longer.

Guo Zhenfei is also coming back late. He has been living in Wen Xien's house recently. I wonder if it is because it is more convenient to take care of her.

Although the awakening time was short, Wen Xien found nothing.

She saw the man's black cloth shoes on his feet were torn, but they were pretty clean. Maybe he came in after wiping them clean outside.

Moreover, when a man comes back, he will smell sweaty, his clothes are obviously soaked, and the black clothes he wears are not very clear, and there is also a lot of gray on the clothes.

When a man just came back, he would only look at him not far away for a while, and would not get too close. Maybe he was afraid that Wen Xien would see his miserable appearance now, or maybe he was afraid that the smell on his body would rush to Wen Xien, so he would take a shower and then come to Wen Xien every time.

After drinking the medicine, Wen Xien took candied fruit, and his words were filled with a sweet smell, "You are very busy lately, aren't you?"

Guo Zhenfei touched Wen Xien's face, with dark skin and rough palms, which formed a sharp contrast with Wen Xien's face.

His voice was low and gentle as water. He seemed very happy about Wen Xien's concern, with thin lips.

"Not busy, isn't you bored by being alone?"

Wen Xien knew that the man did not tell her the truth, so she did not continue to ask, because even if she asked, there would be no result.

His eyes stayed on the man's ragged cloth shoes for two seconds, and Wen Xien mentioned another thing.

"The silver is spent."

Guo Zhenfei paused his eyes and then smiled: "Not yet, don't worry about this. When your health is better, I'll take you out for some breath. It's not good to keep it in the house."

After eating the candied fruit in his mouth, the sweetness lingers around the tip of his tongue. Wen Xien lowered his eyes and finally let the man speak his own words.

Her savings were already pitifully small. Since she had a child, the money was like flowing water. I'm afraid that his money would have been spent long ago.

Now the food, medicine, pastries and snacks she eats are all the money she earns from Guo Zhenfei.

Wen Xien knew that Guo Zhenfei had old men and young men, and he had the ability to support these people easily, but if she had the extra disease, she would probably not be so easy.

Medicine is really expensive, and Guo Zhenfei often boils some precious medicinal herbs for her to drink. It is difficult for an ordinary family to afford it.

My chest was so tight that my heart began to get hot again.

Wen Xien closed his eyes and gasped. In fact, it would be nice if he had been sleeping all the time, so he would not feel any pain, rather than being as awake as he is now.

"Yeah, is it hurt again?"

He touched Wen Xien's face and felt wet, which was cold sweat.

The man lowered his head, his face was dim and unclear, and he seemed a little confused and helpless.

"Why does it hurt after taking medicine?"

Wen Xien looked at the man like this, as if he was even more fragile than her. This made her unable to bear to say that the medicine was useless after taking it. Her body had collapsed and even the gods could not save it.

The fingertips of the pink fingertips touched the man's frown all the time. Perhaps because of the fact that he always frowned these days, there were faint wrinkles between his eyebrows.

The gentle and cold touch made the man loosen his brows that had been frowning all the time. He grabbed those hands and put them beside his mouth and kissed them.

Wen Xien looked at Guo Zhenfei quietly, and the expression on his face was pure and clean.

"It doesn't hurt either."

Her words were easy, but her pale and sick face betrayed her.

This made Guo Zhenfei, who had been insisting that Wen Xien had only had a minor illness, feel a little confused for the first time.

He just felt very panicked, his heart was pinched by an invisible big hand, and his eyes were red with stuffy red.

Wen Xien looked at Guo Zhenfei with his eyes down.

Guo Zhenfei was like a big dog abandoned by his master, helpless, uneasy, and even ignorant, whispering in a low voice: "They said you are very sick..."

Not only that, it was serious, those people said that Wen Xien was no longer saved.

Wen Xien sighed, raised his hand and gently touched his face: "Then do you believe their words?"

Guo Zhenfei raised his eyes and looked at Wen Xien quietly, with paranoid and hot eyes: "I don't believe it."

He didn't believe it, or he couldn't believe it.

He doesn't believe a word about those people's nonsense, but many things are not something that he doesn't believe will not happen. Such behavior is like hiding one's own bells.

I can only hypnotize myself over and over again, telling myself that I will get better and everything will get better.

Only in this way can his precarious reason and nerves be stabilized.

Guo Zhenfei lowered his head, his handsome eyebrows and eyes were in a hurry, and asked carefully: "Will you get better, right?"

Then he firmly said to himself: "I will make you better."

This almost became an obsession for him.

This time, Wen Xien felt the extremely intense emotions and emotions that the man had been suppressing and restraining were like a silent flood. It did not explode now, but because of rocks blocking it. Once it broke through, it would run out like a group of frightened wild horses, running out of the valley wildly, unstoppable.

Extremely and sensitive.

Wen Xien felt a little bitter, raised his hand and landed on Guo Zhenfei's head, gently stroked it, touching a beast that was in sorrow.

The pale lips are blue, the face is light and pale, and the eyes are gentle and shallow: "Everyone has his own destiny, everything is destined. Many things cannot be changed by mortals. Birth, old age, sickness and death are the laws of the world."

Guo Zhenfei moved his forehead and lowered his head even lowered, as if it were a stone.

But his words were extremely stubborn, "I don't believe in fate."

Wen Xien gently, speaking the cruelest words in his gentlest voice.

"You can't believe it or not, I can't get better."

The man's eyes were scarlet, his face was slightly twisted, the veins on his neck were stormed, and the excited voices were involuntarily raised: "You will be fine! It will be fine, everything will be fine! Yes, don't say such words again? You are just a minor illness. As long as you take medicine well, it will be fine. If you are so good, how can God be willing to take you away..."

Wen Xien was a little helpless about such a stubborn man. She wanted to say something, but the man had already stood up first.

(End of this chapter)
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