Chapter 324 Between Getting Old and Old

A city is like a long and rapid life journey. Sometimes it is so slow that people think that the future may always be like this. Sometimes the changes are sudden. In the early signs and panic, the dawn breaks, and the glory and honor are reborn in the new changes.

The sunshine of Istanbul really illuminates Liuyun's heart, not to mention the hazy love.

But Liuyun is a little worried about Pan Xiaoqing. She looks energetic, but always seems to have something on her mind.

Liuyun can't get close to her, but he can't leave.

This is the relationship between the two now. It is clearly linked together, but because of the spreading flood, it has become a sea, separating the Eurasian continent, and he is still waiting for a bridge that can let him slowly walk into Pan Xiaoqing's life.

After the dinner, Zhang Wenwen deliberately avoided Mu Chun and took Liu Yiming's car to leave.

Mu Chun thought, if you don't want to say it, don't ask for the time being.

This is also one of his working principles. Everyone has things they don't want to say and times they don't want to say. If a therapist must require the other party to say everything before he can treat, his work is basically hopeless.

Just like a therapist, if he can only treat patients in the hospital, then this therapist may not be a completely satisfactory therapist.

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On Monday morning, Sun Xiangyun woke up with a severe headache. He didn't dare to get up immediately, but called his wife to see his condition, whether his face was not coordinated, half of his face collapsed, his eyes couldn't turn around or his mouth was crooked.

His wife said no, it looked pretty good. Then, Sun Xiangyun asked his wife to take a mirror, looked at his face carefully in bed, and then slowly sat up.

Why is the head so painful? Sun Xiangyun's heartbeat was getting faster and faster, and he became flustered because of worry.

His wife was also very worried when she saw him like this, so she could only accompany him and serve tea and water.

Sun Xiangyun shook his head, reluctantly drank a glass of water, and didn't want to eat a bite of breakfast.

It's not that the headache is getting worse. After getting up, the headache is much relieved. His wife said that it's because the room faces north and is too cold. It's better to wear a hat when sleeping. Old people can't stand the cold.

Sun Xiangyun thought it made sense, so he searched in the cloakroom for a long time and put it on after finding it.

"Is it not good-looking?"

Sun Xiangyun asked his wife tremblingly.

"It's pretty good-looking. The color of this sand dune is very special and suits your style. It seems that we bought it when we traveled to Mongolia a few years ago."

Sun Xiangyun also remembered what his wife said, "Indeed, I felt much better in the past few years than now, only two or three years."

When Sun Xiangyun said this, his wife suddenly felt sad. After all, she was many years younger than her husband. She never felt that her husband was old before. She saw that he had a regular life every day and always maintained his passion for creation.

In his wife's heart, she never thought that her husband was getting old. Although there was a five-year age difference, she always felt that her husband was as young as herself, or even younger than her.

On the K3 international train from Ulaanbaatar to Moscow, Sun Xiangyun was more energetic than many young college students. In the morning, he would stand by the window of the aisle of the sleeper car to shoot the sunrise, and he would also paint the scenery along the way. After entering Russia, he was even more amazed by the beauty of Lake Baikal and painted several works in succession.

When the train stopped at the station, Sun Xiangyun was interested in everything on the platform. His wife Amin always felt that an artist might be as curious as a child all his life and full of energy all his life.

It is precisely because of her husband's vitality and fresh sense of life that Amin has always been as innocent and romantic as a girl.

She never thought that her husband would be grabbed by the throat by aging one day.

But this morning, this Monday morning, Christmas had just passed, the Christmas tree was still lit, and the festive atmosphere was still everywhere. Even when Amin went to buy breakfast in the morning, there were still many Christmas flowers in the vegetable market that had not been moved away, and the red leaves were very beautiful.

But why did she suddenly feel that her husband was old, and aging was crawling on his face like a gecko?

Become ugly.

Amin instinctively didn't want to look at Sun Xiangyun any more. The sensitive Sun Xiangyun immediately caught his wife's uneasiness and asked, "Have I aged a lot?"

After asking this, his wife didn't know how to answer. Fortunately, the sound of the oven was heard in the kitchen. Amin immediately said, "I'll go get the sandwich. You should wash up and prepare for breakfast. You will feel comfortable after breakfast. Eat something hot. I went to the market to buy fresh yam and cooked pumpkin porridge in the morning."

Amin slipped into the kitchen. Sun Xiangyun, who was sitting alone in the restaurant, was in a state of anxiety, just like a child waiting for the college entrance examination results. However, this list was not about whether he had been admitted to a good school, but whether he would be sent an invitation card by the god of death.

Many terrible pictures flashed in Sun Xiangyun's mind. The better he was at painting, the stronger the picture was. He felt that some things would bring you happiness, but also increase your unhappiness. You couldn't refuse because it was difficult for you to only want half.

Now he felt that even lifting the cup to drink a sip of water required willpower and concentration to complete the task properly. He picked up the water cup at home, a dark blue dolphin cup that he brought back from Italy.

He and his wife each had one, but now he felt that this cup was very unfamiliar, and there were many uncleaned water stains on it, and there were some faint white spots on the edge of the cup. He didn't know if it had been there for a long time.

Looking at the cup, he suddenly felt even more nauseous. The nausea caused by the headache in the morning had gradually dissipated as the headache eased, but now, Sun Xiangyun felt that there was a little man in his stomach squeezing the towel, and he wanted to vomit every time he squeezed it.

Later, his intestines began to cramp. Sun Xiangyun didn't dare to continue sitting there, so he quickly stood up and held the table, chair, wall, and went to the toilet.

Sitting on the toilet but couldn't pull anything out.

He got up in frustration and walked to the sink, wanting to press his tongue with a toothbrush, and spitting out a little might be fine.

So he put the toothbrush into his mouth and pressed down on his tongue. Every time he pressed it, Sun Xiangyun's stomach rolled once, but he couldn't vomit anything.

It was really uncomfortable to not be able to vomit, and uncomfortable and unable to vomit.

The wife heard the noise from the toilet in the kitchen and came over with a plate, only to see Sun Xiangyun turning on the tap to fill the toothbrush cup with water.

"Ah, are you okay?" The wife didn't know how to ask, so she could only reluctantly ask what she wanted to know most.