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It was the first time Zhou Yuan heard Zhong Fuchu praise a person as cute, and he used such affectionate words as a child, so he couldn't help asking: "How cute is the cutest?"

But Zhong Fuchu said: "As cute as you."

Zhou Yu'an blushed, lowered his head in embarrassment, rubbed his forehead against Zhong Fuchu's chest, and whispered, "I'm so envious of your brother, can I see him?"

Zhong Fuchu lightly stroked the back of his head with his hands, but instead of answering his question, he asked, "What are you envious of?"

"I envy him for having a brother like you, I wish I had a brother like you!" After he finished speaking, he felt that something was wrong, and shook his head violently, "No, no, no, I still want you to be my man more than my brother." friend!"

After all, if there is a brother, there will be a sister-in-law. He just wants to monopolize Zhong Fuchu by himself.

He didn't see the disappointment flashing in Zhong Fuchu's eyes, and continued:

"Speaking of my brother, I had a dream last night. The dream was very real, as if it really happened. In the dream, I was locked in a dark cage with a brother. I don't know who he is, but I I was very dependent on him, I kept crying because I was afraid, that brother lit a match for me, and said he would take me home, then..."

Speaking of this, Zhou Yuan suddenly stopped, and Zhou Yuan suddenly remembered that this dream was in Tanghuang last night. At that time, he seemed to be sent to a room, and he woke up shortly after falling asleep. As a result, there was darkness in front of him, and he was terrified. I bumped around and felt a dull pain in my chest. This "dream" seemed to have entered my mind at that time.

"What happened later?" Zhong Fuchu's voice brought him back to his senses, he raised his eyes and found that Zhong Fuchu was looking at him eagerly.

"Later... I was taken home by someone. That brother was left alone in the cage. When I went back, I saw him looking at me, looking at me."

Zhou Yu'an lowered his head sadly, and said in a nasal voice, "Although it was just a dream, when I think of that scene, I feel very sad. The cage is so dark, and he must be very scared. It's a pity that I couldn't take him home. He will definitely blame me. .”

He had had many nightmares, but this dream inexplicably made him depressed. What impressed him the most in the dream was the way that brother looked at him at the end. He couldn't see clearly, but for some reason his heart ached when he thought of it.

"He won't blame you." Zhong Fuchu said suddenly.

Zhou Yu'an raised his head in a daze, and Zhong Fuchu was looking at him, his eyes were filled with too strong emotions, so strong that he couldn't understand.

"How do you know?" Zhou Yu'an asked, but found that Zhong Fuchu's eyes seemed a little red.

He was about to ask him what's the matter, but Zhong Fuchu turned his face slightly, and his voice was hoarse:

"He must be very happy that you can go back."

After the operation, his body was still weak, Zhou Yu'an quickly fell asleep again, Zhong Fuchu sat by the bed, his eyes fell on Zhou Yu'an's sleeping face.

When Zhou Yu'an asked about his younger brother, at that moment he suddenly had an impulse.

He really wanted to tell him that you are the cutest kid in the world.

But he never knew that he had an older brother, he even seemed to have forgotten the nanny's "son" who used to live in the attic, watched him grow up, quietly chased him but didn't dare to approach him.

He didn't know how complicated the bond was between them, he didn't know the difficult past 20 years ago, and he didn't know how much courage he needed to hold him in his arms again.

He stayed by Zhou Yu'an's hospital bed last night, tossing and turning for a decision, and almost didn't sleep all night.

In fact, he has not been able to sleep peacefully for a night these days, and even if he falls asleep, he will be awakened by dreams.

It's just that the dream is not the nightmare of the past, but Zhou Yu'an's crying voice, looking into his tearful eyes, asking him over and over again: "What about me?"

He had to start taking sleep aids at night again, and indulged himself in work during the day, restless day and night, and almost turned himself into a dead person.

But no matter how intense the work is, it won’t help. He will pay more attention to bed No. 42 during the ward rounds. Here comes a person...

Memories are hidden in every corner of the hospital, like an invisible prison, making it difficult for people to move.

As if after a short sweet dream, he wakes up and continues to move forward with a heavy load. He forcibly tore down the softness that had taken root in his heart, tearing it bloody, just like 20 years ago, they returned to strangers and separated by fate.

But it all came crashing down last night.

When he saw Zhou Yu'an lying on the operating bed without a sound, they almost missed it forever. At that moment, all the avoidance and patience were in vain, and all the pretending to be rational persisted.

Only then did he know that some memories cannot be forgotten in this life, and some people cannot be let go in this life.

He opened his eyes and thought about it all night. When the first rays of sunlight illuminated the ward in the early morning, he made a decision that was related to his life.

There are not many 20 years in his life. He has lost and suffered for 20 years. In the remaining years, he does not want the most important person in his destiny to live in a place he cannot see.

"Fuchu!"

Zhong Fuchu came back to his senses, Zhou Yu'an frowned tightly, as if he was having a nightmare, calling his name intermittently, he held Zhou Yu'an's hand, leaned over and kissed lightly on the back of his hand.

In Zhou Yuan’s life where he was afraid of pain, he never felt that being hospitalized was such a happy thing. Zhong Fuchu didn’t have to go to work for the time being, and stayed with him all day because his right hand was injured. Zhong Fuchu would not let anything happen. He made it, and when he ate a candy, he peeled off the candy wrapper before feeding it into his mouth.

"There's a man in the opposite window! Hit him!"

"Poison is coming! Run, run!"

"Wow, good luck, eat chicken tonight! You are too good!" Zhou Yu'an leaned half in Zhong Fuchu's arms, poked the screen with his left finger, and took a screenshot of the chicken eating page.

Because he couldn't bear to be bored, and because he was really "handicapped" and couldn't play the game, he asked Zhong Fuchu to help him play. Originally, he wanted to be a military adviser to command Zhong Fuchu, but in the end Zhong Fuchu came down in twos I was proficient at the beginning, and then I ate chicken a few times.

He just wanted Zhong Fuchu to help him play again, but Zhong Fuchu turned off his phone, hugged him slightly, and asked in his ear: "What do you want to eat tonight?"

Zhou Yu'an felt his ears itchy, and twisted in Zhong Fuchu's arms, but his waist was squeezed lightly and gently. He raised his head and leaned on Zhong Fuchu's shoulder, thought for a while and said:

"I want to eat chicken."

"...I can't play any more, I need to rest my eyes." Zhong Fuchu said seriously.

Zhou Yu'an was overjoyed when he heard it, his shoulders trembled slightly as he laughed, and the wound on his chest was affected, he hissed again in pain, and said with a wrinkled face, "I really want to eat chicken, the kind with two wings."

Zhong Fuchu let him go, lifted his coat to check the bandages, frowned and said, "I just added a painkiller stick, does it still hurt?"

Zhou Yu'an especially liked the way Zhong Fuchu was so nervous, so he nodded and said, "It hurts, but just kiss me."

Zhong Fuchu sighed, Zhou Yu'an had used this childish reason to ask for kisses three or four times today, he knew that Zhou Yu'an was still a little uneasy about their relationship, but he didn't feel impatient, instead he leaned over and kissed her. He caught his chin and kissed him.

Zhou Yu'an thought that Zhong Fuchu would give a light kiss like the previous few times, but he didn't expect this kiss to last for a long time. He was forced to raise his head, his lips and tongue were gently sucked and licked, and all the sensitive parts in his mouth were licked. As soon as he teased, he couldn't help but grab the bed sheet under him, and his eyelashes trembled slightly.

When he was let go, the corners of his eyes were wet and red, and he was panting heavily, but Zhong Fuchu's complexion remained the same. He couldn't help secretly hating the disease he had, and he was short of breath at every turn, which affected his kissing performance.

He was secretly annoyed, but Zhong Fuchu suddenly asked him:

"Can you manage to get me back?"

Zhou Yu'an was startled, and he reacted quickly when he saw the playful smile in Zhong Fuchu's eyes, his whole body turned red immediately, he arched his back slightly, nodded slightly, and hummed softly.

It wasn't until Zhong Fuchu went out for a long time that the heat on his face hadn't completely dissipated, so he patted his cheek and forced himself to calm down and think about the choice Zhong Fuchu gave him in the morning.

Zhong Fuchu ran into Song Dixin when he was buying dinner for Zhou Yuan outside the hospital. The two hadn't seen each other since the end of the consultation. Song Dixin couldn't help but asked about Zhong Fuchu's recent situation, and unexpectedly learned that the two got together again. thing.

"You really decided? But you are not..." Song Dixin looked around and mouthed, "Brothers?"

Zhong Fuchu ordered a piece of chicken soup, and said calmly: "I used to worry about this problem, but now I don't think it's important."

Song Dixin couldn't recover for a long time, he was just an outsider, he couldn't tell what was right or wrong, he could only lament the impermanence of fate.

Instead, Zhong Fuchu asked him suddenly: "Doctor Song, if a person was stimulated when he was young, is it possible that he will lose part of his memory?"

Song Tixin was startled, and soon realized that Zhong Fuchu might be asking Zhou Yuan, and replied: "It is indeed possible, children are more fragile psychologically, and after receiving external stimuli, they may selectively forget what they don't want to remember. In addition to being young, it is possible to forget all of them.”

He paused, and continued: "However, it is also possible that when receiving similar stimuli, he will think of it a little bit."

Zhong Fuchu was silent when he heard the words, he bid farewell to Song Dixin and returned to the hospital, opened the door of the ward, Zhou Yuan was sitting on the bed in a daze, saw him coming in, his eyes were as bright as stars, and the dimples at the corners of his mouth were filled with a pure smile.

"Fuchu, you're back!"

At that moment, he looked at Zhou Yu'an's smiling face, but thought in his heart, it's a good thing he doesn't remember.

Such a painful memory, he would rather he forget himself than think about it.

He will bear those heavy pasts and that relationship that is not tolerated by the world alone. No matter whether Zhou Yu'an will know about it in the future, and whether he will hate him after knowing it, he will not go back.