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In the middle of the night, Ye Yichen wanted to go to the bathroom.

He gently lifted Liang Qi's arm and stuffed it under the quilt, then picked up the phone, turned on the flashlight of the phone, and quietly got out of bed.

Liang Qi hadn't had a good night's sleep these days, maybe he was tired from crying tonight, and fell asleep holding him, Ye Yichen didn't want to wake him up.

Groping for the wall, Ye Yichen slowly walked out the door with the help of Ye Yichen. When he came out from the door of the ward, he accidentally knocked down a person.

Ye Yichen was startled, what's going on?This man doesn't sleep, why is he sitting at the door of his ward?

But he still apologized and said: "Sorry... I didn't notice..." I really didn't notice that there was still one person squatting at the door at this point.

The other party did not speak, and slowly stood up in the dark corridor, then stepped forward, hugged Ye Yichen, and sighed: "Ah Chen..." The satisfaction and grievance brought out in the voice, he You may not even realize it.

"...Song Yu?"

Ye Yichen hadn't reacted at the moment when he was hugged, but after he heard Song Yu yelling "Ah Chen", Ye Yichen finally understood that the person squatting at the door of his ward without sleeping most of the night was who.

It's Song Yu.

Really, I haven't seen you for a long time, and I'm alone.

"What are you doing here?" Ye Yichen was still a little dazed in his sleep, he didn't react at all, and unconsciously wanted to push away the hug.

Feeling Ye Yichen's resistance to him, Song Yu felt desolate in his heart, so he could only hold Ye Yichen to his chest harder, his voice choked up unconsciously.

"Ah Chen...Ah Chen..." Song Yu buried himself on Ye Yichen's shoulder, feeling the smell that he hadn't felt for a long time, his nose sore, and blurted out, "I miss you so much!"

This sentence is like an opening, tearing out all the secrets that have been in my heart but never said.

"I miss you, I really miss you... I miss you so much that my heart hurts... I can't do anything, I can't do anything. Ye Yichen," Song Yu said, his eyes sore , "You are so cruel... Please, I beg you, take pity on me, let me stay by your side... I beg you, Ah Chen..."

He couldn't speak what he thought, and couldn't sleep all day and all night.

He moved back to the house he lived in before, looked at the balcony, and remembered that Ye Yichen once said that he wanted to raise a dog there.

Watching the TV, I remembered that Ye Yichen often sat there in the middle of the night, writing scripts while turning the TV to silent.

He couldn't bear it anymore, really couldn't bear it...

The whole room is covered by the shadow of Ye Yichen, but this person will never come back again...

Even, this person is about to die.

He will never return to his side... There will be no more him in this world.

Song Yu's eyes went blank, remembering what the doctor said during the day, holding Ye Yichen in his arms at this moment, he suddenly felt the cruelty of life - he didn't cherish this person before, but now he is about to lose it forever.

Not even a chance to take a look at it again.

He was wrong, he was really wrong!He knew long ago that he was wrong!

But because he is cowardly!He is cowardly!He couldn't admit that he regretted it! !

How dare he admit that he regretted it!Ye Yichen has already followed someone else!and!He is going to die! !

Even... When this person is sick, he can obviously care about it, and he can obviously find out as soon as possible.He didn't!Why didn't he pay attention to anything!

For countless nights, Song Yu sat on the edge of the bed on the balcony with a wine bottle in his hand, wishing to go back in time and smoke his former self to death.

Ye Yichen was speechless and at a loss.

He never felt that Song Yu was a person who couldn't let go of the past, and besides him, he had better choices, didn't he?

He pushed the person in front of him away, frowning and wanted to go to the toilet, but Song Yu went crazy because of his refusal.

Song Yu took him to the wall, stretched out his hands, and held him tightly, "Ye Yichen, talk, talk!"

From the very beginning, Ye Yichen expressed his attitude with silence, which made Song Yu panic and feel severe physical and mental pain.

"...I'm going to go to the toilet." Ye Yichen turned his head and said helplessly.He really couldn't hold back anymore.

Hearing what he said, Song Yu blushed rarely.

He put down his arm propped on the wall, and hugged Ye Yichen by the waist, "Where is the toilet, I'll take you there!"

"...??" Ye Yichen, who was hugged by Princess Song Yu, had countless words of motherly criticism in his heart!Is this person out of his mind! !

"You let me down, I can go by myself!!"

Ye Yichen wanted to get angry, but he held back and didn't say anything.

Every time he thought that Song Yu was completely far away from his life, this person could refresh his cognition.

Song Yu didn't listen at all, he was tall, holding Ye Yichen across his arms, and walked towards the end of the corridor.

It's been a long time since I saw this person, why is he so thin?

When he first picked him up, the touch in his hands was like holding a handful of skeletons, and it would fall apart with a light touch.

Song Yu's heart was sour, he wished that the corridor was [-] meters long, so that he could hold the person in his arms and walk straight to the end.

Ye Yichen frowned and didn't speak. He covered his chest with his hands, and he couldn't breathe—he often did this these days, as if he didn't pay attention, and passed without taking a breath.

"Let go!" Ye Yichen roared in a low voice, the toilet was right in front.

Song Yu didn't look sideways, didn't speak or put down the person in his arms, just went in by himself, pushed open the door of the toilet cubicle with his feet, put Ye Yichen down firmly, stood beside him again, supported him with his hands, his eyes were full of It is distressed.

"Go out, I can do it myself." Ye Yichen looked at Song Yu's posture, a little embarrassed and a little speechless.

Song Yu looked at Ye Yichen, closed and opened his eyes, and finally went out.

He has always known that this person has a strong heart and self-esteem.

But he didn't take good care of him...

Ye Yichen struggled to go to the toilet, leaned on the wall and barely moved out of the toilet, and saw Song Yu standing there smoking in the background.

Tall and dull, the sparks flickered on and off in the darkness.

Hearing that Ye Yichen came out, Song Yu shook his hands, put out the cigarette butt, waved his hands to disperse the smell of cigarettes from his body, walked up to Ye Yichen cautiously with some anxiety, took off his windbreaker, put it on him.

Song Yu's clothes were big and warm, with the smell of tobacco just now, Ye Yichen covered his mouth and coughed uncontrollably.

There was even panic in Song Yu's eyes.

"I... I quit," he said with some nervousness and grievance, remembering that Ye Yichen had persuaded him to quit smoking several times, but then he let it go, "I was just..." Just now, I felt bitter, I couldn't resist ordering one.

Ye Yi Chen Wenyan didn't say anything, he raised his hand to take off the windbreaker that was just put on him, and wanted to hand it back to Song Yu, but Song Yu pressed his hand, his tone trembling, "You hate me so much? You hate me so much? A piece of clothing, you want to be so clearly separated from me?"

Ye Yichen was about to sigh.

"Song Yu."

He didn't know how to tell Song Yu at all, he felt powerless from the bottom of his heart.

He knew that Song Yu knew what he was talking about, but he always deceived himself and others, as if if he held on tightly, the two of them could go back to the past.

"Do you know my current physical condition?" Ye Yichen raised his head, his eyes had adapted to the darkness, and he could clearly see the outline of the person in front of him. Song Yu had lost a lot of weight, and his whole body exuded a sense of decadence.

Song Yu pursed his lips and remained silent, Ye Yichen knew that he also knew that his time was numbered.

"So, don't mention it again, don't argue, and let me spend this time quietly, okay?"

Ye Yichen's voice was gentle, and he spoke eloquently. He looked sideways at the long corridor of the hospital, as if he was talking about a very ordinary thing.

Song Yu felt a big rock hit his chest with a "bang dang", which was heavy and painful enough to make him unable to utter a word.

"...Okay." With a hoarse voice, Song Yu whispered from the depths of his throat, "Okay, I promise you everything, I promise you everything.

Ye Yichen turned around and groped back while leaning on the wall, while Song Yu followed step by step.

Walking to the door, he glanced at Song Yu, and said expressionlessly: "Go back, stay in a hotel or go home, don't do this again."

It's not that he cares or is considerate, but that he really hates this kind of drama similar to a bitter drama. He didn't even want to write it in the script for the past two years, but Song Yu can still do it in the hospital corridor.

Use self-pity to coerce the other party, ah, Ye Yichen let out a light scoff.

Song Yu smiled wryly, feeling Ye Yichen's ridicule completely.

He nodded lightly, and watched Ye Yichen go to the bed and lie down, curled up in Liang Qi's arms. Liang Qi was in a deep sleep, but the moment Ye Yichen went to bed, his subconscious embraced him in his chest.

Eyes suddenly hurt, Song Yu touched his chest blankly, it was painful, sore, and bitter.He chuckled, paused, laughed again, and then quietly closed the door of the ward for Ye Yichen.

He also shut himself out, and on the other side of the door were Ye Yichen and his little boyfriend.

Ye Yichen listened quietly to the sound of the door closing, opened his eyes for a while, then stuffed his head into the quilt again, and fell asleep with his head covered.

When I woke up the next day, it was already daylight.

During this period of time in Beijing, there seemed to be very few sunny days. When Liang Qi was rubbing his hair and looking up at Ye Yichen tenderly, the door of the ward knocked twice, and then opened.

Song Yu carried several bags of breakfast, walked to Ye Yichen's hospital bed, and squatted down again. He propped up the small dining table on the bed, and spread the millet porridge and soybean milk he bought on it.

Liang Qi: "...?"

Ye Yichen was still not sober, and when he rubbed the bridge of his nose and put on his glasses, and saw clearly that it was Song Yu, he felt extremely tired.

Song Yu opened the breakfast box, took out a spoon and put it in, and smiled at Ye Yichen, but that smile looked like he was about to cry.

Then he went out, and after a long time, he found a window, stood there silently, and lit a cigarette.

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