The Sick Wife of a Peasant Scholar

When she opened her eyes, she became a sickly and happy bride. Her husband was a poor scholar named Song Yichen who repaid her kindness by marrying her. He didn't talk much. He would quietly hand her a candied fruit after she drank the medicine, and tuck the corners of the quilt for her when she fell asleep. She knew this was kindness, not love. The lessons learned from my parents in my previous life are still in my mind—— The eaves propped up by others will collapse at any time. But what can she do in her frail body? You can only live first and live day by day. Later she discovered that living seemed not that difficult after all. The chicken soup stewed by my mother-in-law, the handkerchief embroidered by my sister-in-law, There are also pastries hidden in his sleeves every time he comes back from the academy. She occasionally draws some patterns, but she just feels that she has to find something to do in her life. It's not that I want to be a strong woman, I just don't want to make myself feel like I'm a useless person. She never imagined living like this day by day, He actually lived a different way of living—— He went from scholar to number one scholar, and she followed him from the county seat to the capital. When he is in trouble, she can give him some advice; When she wanted to do something, he supported her with everything he had. It turns out that the best relationship in the world is not about someone depending on someone. But when you walk forward, you know there is someone behind you, Will always be there. Slow, daily, two-way healing. If you also like this kind of story of "slowly warming up the days", You might as well come in and sit.