string sound dream lovesickness

Have we ever been in love?Is meeting you just my imagination?Are those memories just a dream of mine?Why don't you answer me?Am I still the one you love the most?

——Mo Qingxian

On New Year's Eve, Shao Yan gave birth to another son.

Meng Yuannian hugged the small ball, his eyes watered.If it is said that the sky is ruthless, but it will always compensate you in different ways.Like Meng Sixian, like this little guy with the same birthday as that person.

He carefully pressed his face against his small forehead, and looked at Shao Yan with indescribable happiness in his heart: "It's called Meng Xiao, Xiaoyao's Xiaoyao, what do you think?"

"It's fine if you think it's good." Shao Yan stretched out her hand to meet Meng Xiao, poked his little face with her finger, and then said with a little regret: "Unfortunately, it's not a girl."

"The son is very good, and the son is also very good." Meng Yuannian looked at their mother and son, and his mood this time was even more subtle than when Si Xian was born.He found an excuse and went out, sitting on the bench in the hospital flower garden, the pain and helplessness in his heart could not be controlled at all.

He thought about missing that person one more time, and using up all his thoughts. Life is already full of disasters and disasters, so why would he bother to bring in another poor person.

Suddenly, he remembered Mo Qingxian's heart-piercing shouts in Mo Rou's ward that day, and the words that made him despair.Thinking of his bloodshot eyes, all his memories of him stopped at the moment when they were apart.

As sweet as you have been, you have been hurt as much.He clutched his head, feeling that he was almost fainting from the headache, and the tyrannical restlessness that he hadn't experienced for many years began to move around again. He grabbed his hair tightly, feeling so uncomfortable that he wanted to go crazy.

Pei Qing immediately sensed that something was wrong with him, and hurriedly ran over to support his shoulder, only to see his pale face and big beads of sweat rolling down continuously.He shouted in a panic: "Yuan Nian, Yuan Nian? Are you okay?"

"Go home, hurry up." Meng Yuannian uttered a few words with difficulty, and firmly grasped Pei Qing's hand, his fingers hurt like steel.Pei Qing gritted his teeth and hugged Meng Yuannian. Fortunately, the parking lot was not too far away. When he got Meng Yuannian into the car, he was already exhausted.

He looked at Meng Yuannian as if he was about to pass out at any time, and finally remembered the illness he hadn't had in ten years.He didn't dare to delay and immediately drove to Meng Yuannian's residence.

As soon as he got home, Meng Yuannian couldn't help kicking the flower pots on the stairs indiscriminately, screaming and hanging down the handrail, his tall figure showing his fragility.He yelled at the servant in the living room: "Get me the medicine!"

The servants were also taken aback. After living a comfortable life for so long, they almost forgot the fact that Meng Yuannian was a patient.He hurriedly took the medicine box and was about to go up, but Meng Yuannian's bloodshot eyes were too frightened to move.

"Put it there, everyone get out!" Meng Yuannian didn't bother to look at their timid looks, and reached out to take the medicine box by himself, but Pei Qing took it halfway.He supported half of Meng Yuannian's body vigorously, and helped him to the room: "Come into the room quickly, I'll fix it for you, this is not the time to lose your temper."

Meng Yuannian endured the irritability of wanting to curse and leave, and let Pei Qing support him.He was so uncomfortable that his uncomfortable eyes couldn't see clearly.He said to Pei Qing in a deep voice: "Give me the medicine and go out, I'm afraid I won't be able to control myself."

"Don't underestimate me, I will fight back." What Pei Qing said was like a joke, but the expression on his face was extremely serious.Meng Yuannian didn't say anything anymore, and went straight to the bed when he entered the room, clutching the bed sheet with both hands, remembering the sound of "stinging, stinging" nails.

The medicine box is full of medicines that he needs to take when he gets sick, so he doesn't need to look for them, just take them out.He supported Meng Yuannian's head, and saw the pulsating veins on his forehead, which looked particularly shocking. He didn't dare to delay and stuffed the medicine into Meng Yuannian's mouth.

Meng Yuannian swallowed it like that without drinking any water. He closed his eyes and his shirt was soaked in sweat, making it sticky and uncomfortable. "Pei Qing, help me take off my shirt, I'm in a panic."

Hearing what he said, Pei Qing froze and looked at Meng Yuannian's back swallowing and spitting uncomfortably, before stretching out his hands to unbutton him nervously.Meng Yuannian couldn't wait for him to dawdle like that, he tore off all the buttons in a fit of rage, but he couldn't get the strength to drag his clothes off: "What are you dawdling about, hurry up!"

"Oh, that's good." Pei Qing hurriedly pulled off his clothes from behind, looking at the large piece of jade-like skin, he felt dry mouth.

Meng Yuannian has always taken good care of himself, and his physique, which can never eat fat, has kept his figure in shape.The narrow and thin waist is smooth and graceful, mixed with beads of sweat, which is surprisingly sexy.Pei Qing couldn't bear to look at his maddeningly beautiful face, and pulled the quilt aside to cover him.

Meng Yuannian turned over and lay on his back, the effect of the medicine came soon, and he began to feel drowsy as soon as he squinted his eyes.When falling asleep, Pei Qing clearly heard him calling: "Ah Qing."

Of course he knew that it wasn't calling him, but he also felt very happy to hear him calling like that.He sat down beside Meng Yuannian and quietly looked at his sleeping face, but this face, which was always teasing, was so sad that it wanted to make people cry.

He stretched out his hand to brush Meng Yuannian's eyebrows, and brushed away the broken hair on his forehead, revealing his complete face.Meng Yuannian, who was sick, was a little more beautiful than when he was better, with a charming sense of vulnerability, which made people admire him.

Pei Qing lowered his head and kissed Meng Yuannian's lips lightly, and they parted quickly, his heart beating like thunder, and tears flowed out uncontrollably.

He thought, obviously this was the person he met first.He used to stay away from him to escape this ominous feeling, but now, he regretted it.It would be great if people could predict the future, how many mistakes should be avoided?

"I know what you're thinking. There may be no one in this world who understands you better than me and loves you more, but I can't say it." Pei Qing stroked Meng Yuannian's sharp and round chin, with a sad tone. is talking to himself:

"Xiao Nian Nian, it would be fine if I didn't escape back then. It would be fine if I was still the brother Pei you relied on when you were young. Who do you want me to like? As long as you are happy, it doesn't matter who I like. But the first year , I also want to be willful and presumptuous, but what qualifications do I have now? I dare not... What a poor coward."

Pei Qing pulled a chair and sat beside Meng Yuannian's bed waiting for him to wake up. His expression was very calm and peaceful. He clasped his hands and looked at the empty spot in the room casually. His heart was empty but heavy. .

When Meng Yuannian woke up, Pei Qing had already fallen asleep leaning on the chair. Meng Yuannian was in a daze for a long time before looking at Pei Qing carefully.He is already in his early forties but still always likes to pretend to be young, pretending to be in his early thirties, what a thick-skinned person.However, if I hadn't been with him for these ten years, I might have been very lonely.

He gently sat up and put the quilt on Pei Qing's body, and took out a cigarette from the drawer, but just looked at it and didn't light it.His lips were itchy and his heart was a little empty. He wanted to smoke a cigarette, but he couldn't smell the smoke. He sighed and leaned on the head of the bed, thinking of the soft and waxy touch when he kissed Mo Qingxian, and the faint but waving breath. The never-ending peach fragrance.

In such a late night, Ah Qing, I really miss you.