jealous tail

When I woke up, the ceiling I saw was different from what I had imagined. It was not at home, not a hospital, but a hotel. Du Tingwei actually got me to the hotel. I said no to the hospital, but he really didn’t.

The back of my hand was swollen and painful, and I knew the needle was inserted even without looking at it. I wanted to see if my blood returned from my previous painful experience, but when I lowered my eyes, I saw Du Tingwei sitting on the edge of the bed with his eyes closed and holding his forehead. He didn't even dare to sleep on his stomach, and only supported one arm.

Now the eyes are black and blue, the abrasions at the corners of the eyes are still red and swollen, the beard has grown new stubble, and the lips are pale to colorless.

No rest, no meal, no time to wash his face, he never left.

I felt a prick in my heart, he is such a beautiful and clean person, but every embarrassment I have seen was born because of me.

How can I be worthy of him? I am unqualified to be a younger brother, unsuitable to be a friend, and hopeless to be a lover.

There was a bird chirping outside the window, and he was awakened by a slight sound, and he didn't even dare to sleep deeply.

I close my eyes and dare not face him. He has seen me at my best and at my worst. I am more cowardly and more dependent in front of him, so I really don’t know. Depending on what you rely on, it will be suitable for everyone and will not hurt everyone.

Du Tingwei, even if you show up a little later, I won't miss you so much.

He gently wiped my eyes with his index finger, coaxing gently, "What a nightmare, why are you crying again?"

The tears didn't stop, so he stood up and lowered his body to wipe it for me, using every finger.

"You may not have noticed that I used to wipe your tears with my thumb, then I wiped it with my middle finger, and then I wiped it with my ring finger. Now I wipe it with my index finger, and then I wipe it with my little finger. In the end, it is best not to use anything, so you Be obedient, keep up with my rhythm, tears will become less and less, smaller and smaller."

"My hands have a lot of thin calluses, so these hands, I don't want to wipe your tears, these hands, I want to play the piano with you in a place full of sunflowers."

"If you don't know how, I can teach you. You are so smart, you must read it a few times. If you are too lazy to learn, I can hold your hand and play."

"Do you know Canon? My mother taught me the piano. She told me at that time that if I have someone I like in the future, I must play Canon with him once.

""Canon, my mother called it Thesongoflove, when playing, the two hands will move closer and apart from time to time, just like a pair of slapstick couples. "

"Divided and combined, one voice will always follow the other, and one hand will always follow the other, until finally, they will overlap, they will be compatible, at the end of music, at the end of life, they will never be separated."

I fluttered my eyelashes, he watched nervously, and stopped talking abruptly, for fear that I would hear him if he said one more word, I felt really despicable, it wasn't that I didn't want to listen, I just didn't dare to listen.

Opening his eyes slowly, he touched my hair excitedly, looking at me up and down, as if he was afraid that I would suddenly lose a piece when I woke up.

"Xiaozhu, what's wrong with you? I'll call the doctor. He lives next door."

I opened my mouth and wanted to say something but found that my voice was so dry and hoarse that I couldn't make a sound. When he saw this, he turned his head anxiously and went to find someone. I grabbed his finger.

He held my hand and coaxed me, "Brother, go call the doctor and be right back, or I'll make a call, and the phone is in the living room outside, and I'll go get the candles, don't be afraid, I'll be right back."

I shook my head and uttered water with my mouth. It was the first time that Ann returned to use his chin. It was the same as learning to speak for the first time when he was one year old. It was very uncomfortable, and his cheeks were a little sore when he moved.

"I'll pour it right away."

He ran wildly again, and I helplessly pulled him again, pointing to the bedside table, where there was a glass of water that was not too hot.

He took a look and explained: "This is what I drank."

I laughed with the corners of my mouth pulled, he rubbed his neck before sitting down, both of us ate a meatball, so what's the difference between you and me now.

He lifted me up slightly, and I actually didn’t feel that much pain in my body. Except for that punch, I didn’t seriously hurt me. The joints that were removed hurt at that time. After I passed out, I didn’t feel it. Yes, I stretched in front of me, it's already healed, but I'm a little weak.

He held the water cup and was fed by me. He took a sip so carefully, like feeding a sparrow. I was impatient, and I lifted the rim of the cup violently, and ended up choking into the trachea that had not been used for a long time. The choked water poured into my chest, coughing My lungs are about to come out.

He messed up in a hurry, pressed me into his arms and stroked my back hurriedly and slowly.

Gradually he stopped coughing, and his trembling body became stable, but he didn't get up like a fool. I knew his little thoughts, and suddenly felt that a person like him became childish, and he was so cute. I was also greedy, because Du Tingwei It's so warm in my arms.

His throat was dry and watery, and then vibrated for a while, and finally healed.

"Brother, it's a little cold."

Reluctantly, he parted his chest, preparing to pull the quilt over me.

"So hold tight."

His hand rested on the corner of the quilt, and then he hugged me tightly, as if reunited after a long absence, his broad palm touched the back of my head, and his arm was still resting on my infusion hand, for fear that the needle tip would hurt the back of my hand.

So I still don't know who it was that made me hug tight.

A song will always come to an end, we have no reason to hold on to it.

He asked me, "Are you hungry, my brother is going to cook you something, what do you want to eat?"

"Brother, can I bring the violin tomorrow?" "Want to hear it?" "Well, I want to play a lullaby for me before going to bed."

We all consciously didn’t mention Jin Yeyu, even though we wanted to go back with the violin, but I don’t want to go back now, I want to stay here, and we didn’t mention the memory of that day, including the things I said I wanted to tell him.

He smiled and touched my head, "Okay, do you want a piano? There is one downstairs in the hotel. I'll ask them to bring it up."

I laughed and shook my head, "That's unnecessary."

"Small candle."

"Ah."

"Write a song for you, okay? I'll sing it for you alone."

I relaxed my face on his shoulder, and for the first time felt that the word "one person" is wonderful, something that belongs to me alone, something that belongs to me alone, such a good thing, seems to wake up from a dream, "Then you start Have you written it?" Fortunately, my voice is hoarse, and I can't hear my mood.

"I will write when you are well. Pick a sunny afternoon and open the windows in the house to let the breeze blow in."

"I want to dig out my favorite fountain pen. It was given by my grandpa on my tenth birthday. It absorbs ink very slowly, but the words written are very beautiful. I want to use kraft paper. The ink may be stained when I write, but the ink can be written out. Sometimes it has a sense of light, like it was written in the last century, it looks more valuable like this.”

"When writing, I need to put kraft paper on the piano, and write while thinking about the song. When the pen tip is pressed hard, the piano will accompany it randomly, which may give me inspiration for composing."

"When I finish writing, I will fold it into a paper airplane, and I will watch it at the window. When you get off work, I will fly down through the window. You will pick up the plane below when the time comes. If the writing is not good, you will Fly back to me on the return flight, and when you’re done writing, just put it in your pocket and hand it to me when you go home.”

He seldom spoke so long, conceived for so long, and played such a long tone, so that my ears were unfamiliar, and I felt uncomfortable for a while and couldn’t understand the words. I would think that I heard these in a dream, Because it's too unreal, I don't dare to answer yes if it's unreal.

"elder brother."

"Ah."

"I want to eat shrimp."

"I'll ask the doctor, and he will give it to you if he asks."

"Then I want to eat Pippi shrimp."

"You can eat any shrimp, as long as it grows in this world."

I giggled non-stop, completely imitating his behavior, and then he laughed with me, and the two embraced and shook together, like two inseparable seahorses.

"elder brother."

"Well, what's the matter?" "You won't give me what I want."

Without any hesitation, he said, "As long as you want, I will give it to you."

Others are always afraid of people who grab their handles, but Du Tingwei loves his handles.

"Then me, then I'm going to die."

His arm stiffened suddenly, I realized that I said something wrong, I wanted to comfort him a few words, but he hugged me tightly, I could even feel the lines of his palm.

"Then let's go together."

He said.

I unceremoniously wiped the secretion from the corner of my eye on his shirt, and suddenly felt endless jealousy.

What I envy is not Du Tingwei who is loved by Jin Yeyu, but what I envy is Jin Yeyu who loves Du Tingwei, because only he can completely abandon carnal desire, friendship, morality and ethics, and hold Du Tingwei in his heart regardless.

How could you not love? Falling in love with Du Tingwei seems easier than dying.

exist?Xiaodu is too busy taking care of her, so she has no time, so give me some money and let me write the lyrics on Weibo @第9号Archer, come and play with me when you have time