Little mortals' dreams come true

The road from the Central Hospital to the Minghua Community was not long, but Han Sheng made too many turns and made too many risks, so the ten-minute journey seemed endless.

Ah Cheng, calm down...

After the anger dissipated, Li Fan's gentle voice lingered outside Han Sheng's closed consciousness for a long time, until the matter was irreversible, and then it rang in his ears belatedly.

Cruel scenes emerged one after another, and it was a replay. Han Sheng realized it later, but it seemed like he had seen it for the first time.

Li Fan fell on the ground, staring at the materials that fell on the ground, choked up and couldn't speak, it didn't look like the scheme was successful, why didn't he see it.

Li Fan was thrown on the bed, the corners of his eyes were red, he grabbed his clothes, but he didn't use any strength, he said, Ah Cheng, it's not what you think, why did he ignore it.

Li Fan was tied hands and feet, screaming in embarrassment, such a painful voice, such a desperate cry, why he refused to stop and think about why.

When did he stop crying?Quiet as if dead, barely breathing, resisting all the atrocities without saying a word, doesn't he hurt?

How could it not hurt? The manic anger made him feel uncomfortable. He stabbed his body one after another like a knife, and the blood gushed out bit by bit. More and more, it was slickly wrapped around the place where the two touched, like Speak silently, inexhaustibly, endlessly, instead of the owner who has been in pain silently, tell the whole heart, but in the end it is nothing more than dry stains, no one cares about it.

It was so painful, so painful, how could he bear it.

Why, in the end, there was no hatred in his eyes at all.

Han Sheng recalled all the way, peeling off the cocoons, touching all the strands that he didn't want to see and listen to, as if he had stroked his own murderous knife, pressing it inch by inch, how sharp it was when stabbing people, the blade pierced into the palm of the hand Just as deep.

The most bitter thing is remorse, and the most fear is blindness.

Han Sheng ran all the way, and stood at the door of the apartment in a daze, holding the key, but he didn't open the door for a long time.

He dare not.

From the moment he moved into this apartment, he opened the door countless times, filled with thousands of emotions, boredom at first, disdain later, until he gradually became insensitive, and finally gave birth to a faint sense of familiarity, It seems that I am extremely tired late at night, and the aroma of food blowing in my face when I open the door is inexplicably reassuring.

But he has never been so at a loss like today, like a child who has made a mistake and ran away from home, afraid to push the door that once left a light for him in the middle of the night.

The hand holding the key was trembling, and the nosebleed that was hastily wiped away remained on the back of the hand. It had completely dried up and turned into a small piece that was not so obvious, almost disappearing on the skin, but it hurt Han Sheng's cheeks all at once. Eye.

He raised his hand violently and pulled his hair violently, as if he wanted to press his head and push himself into the door.

Why don't you dare, what qualifications do you have to dare not!

Now that you have done something, you have to be responsible for your actions!

It was as if the wind roared in his heart, and he was escorted into the door.The room was very quiet, Li Fan's leather shoes were piled up at the door in a mess, and next to them were two pairs of ugly cotton slippers, one big and the other slightly smaller, lying in a mess, huddled together, as if clinging to each other.

Has he been, barefoot?

Han Sheng's heart was empty. He remembered that at the beginning, Li Fan bought two pairs of plain blue cotton slippers. It is said that in order to get a discount, he bought two pairs of the same style and placed them neatly together.Han Sheng didn't care about the style, but he vaguely remembered that the fabric of that pair of cotton mops was very soft, and it was much more comfortable than the weirdly colored pair in front of him.He didn't notice, when did Li Fan change their slippers?Are the old pair broken?

Somewhere in my heart was cracked, and many details that I hadn't noticed before, like spring rain, were probing, and hit my heart bit by bit, splashing a pool of water droplets that didn't know my emotions.

When did the curtains change from beige to your favorite light gray?

When did the ornament on the coffee table in the living room that always hit my computer when I was working was removed?

When did Li Fan, who doesn't drink coffee, buy a new coffee machine?

How come the string of jingling shell wind chimes hanging on the door frame of the bathroom but often sweeping to his forehead disappeared?

……

When did this small apartment, bit by bit, become what the ideal home in my heart should look like.

For a moment, there seemed to be a spring breeze passing through the chest, suddenly like a dream, and like waking up from a dream.Han Sheng stood at the entrance, turning back time, he seemed to be able to see Li Fan busy in the room alone, the soup that had been boiling for a long time was warm in the kitchen, and the aroma filled the air. Watering the green plants.

The more beautiful, the more ironic.

Han Sheng forced himself to end the recollection of drinking poison to quench thirst, and gently, even breathing, pushed open the half-closed door of the bedroom.

Li Fan fell asleep.

Han Sheng unconsciously breathed a sigh of relief, he was too afraid to face Li Fan's calm gaze.

But in the next second, my heart throbbed again.

Li Fan curled up on his side, except for turning over slightly, his whole body remained almost the same as before he left, even his crumpled trousers were still wrapped around his calves, huddled together awkwardly.

Although the days in April are not so cold, the nights are still chilly.The air conditioner was not turned on in the room, and Li Fan had nothing to cover his body, he could only hug something. The skin exposed to the air was already red, with deep and shallow bruises all over it.

Han Sheng didn't dare to look closely, especially the bright red palm print floating on his pale cheek.He was afraid that he couldn't help raising his hand to slap himself in the face. Of course, he deserved it, but he couldn't disturb Li Fan.He didn't dare to make even a little noise that would disturb Li Fan.

It's been a long time since he was so afraid of something.

He turned up the air conditioner, tried his best to control his trembling hands, took off the pair of distressed trousers from Li Fan's ankles, and took out a soft blanket from the cabinet, gently covering his tightly curled body.The hand holding the blanket used great strength, but it fell on Li Fan's body lightly. It seemed that with a little force, that thin body would shatter, and even the trembling fluff on the blanket would hurt. he.

The scars all over his body were hidden under the soft blanket, and even his swollen cheeks were slightly covered. Li Fan curled up on the bed, huddled into a small ball, looking obedient and calm, making people unable to think of not long ago atrocities that occurred.

The painful and noisy voice in Han Sheng's heart finally calmed down a little. There seemed to be a spring bud stretching out from the bottom of his heart, and he poked his head out inadvertently, slowly blooming, and the tip of his heart trembled accordingly.

But that branch grew with blood, and every inch was a scar.

Han Sheng stood helplessly, not knowing what to do.He had been alone for too long, and it was the first time he took care of someone carefully like this, let alone in such a situation.After all, this was the first time he had sex with a human being, without any skills, completely dominated by primitive animal nature, even the pleasure was painful.He remembered that when he was young, he had loved passionately, and he had a lingering dream in the middle of the night, imagining what it would be like for the first time.I had dreamed countless times, but I didn't expect that when this day really came, passion and desire turned into swords that hurt people, and they fell cruelly like this.

The phone rang suddenly, and Han Sheng fumbled for it, only to realize that it wasn't his phone.He turned around and picked up Li Fan's phone that had dropped on the ground, it was Li Luming calling.Li Fan still fell asleep without any reaction, Han Sheng hesitated for a moment, pressed the hang up button, then walked out of the bedroom lightly, closed the door slowly, and then took out his phone and dialed Li Luming's number.

He remembered that when he saw Li Luming in the hospital, he seemed to be looking for Li Fan. Although he was a little embarrassed, the matter was caused by himself and he had to face it.

After the phone call was made, Li Luming's tone still sounded cold, but Han Sheng was no longer angry, only ashamed.

"What's up?"

"Are you looking for Li Fan, he is at home, don't worry..."

Han Sheng originally wanted to say "he's fine now", but he couldn't.Yes, why is it all right, how can I have the face to say it's all right.

"What about others? Are you feeling unwell? Why don't you answer the phone?"

The sharp hit made Han Sheng's face burn hot.

"Yes... a little uncomfortable, I will take care of him, you can continue to work."

Every word seemed like a great irony. In just a few words, Han Sheng felt like his throat was about to bleed.Fortunately, although Li Luming's tone was full of doubts, after hearing this, he didn't ask any more questions. He only asked him to call him if necessary, and then hung up.

Han Sheng stared blankly at the darkened phone screen for a long time before showing a wry smile.

Han Sheng, Han Sheng, you really have the face to say that you will take care of him, what kind of care are you!

Halfway through the scolding, he stopped suddenly, realizing that he was only focused on remorse, but he still didn't do anything well.What is the use of remorse?Li Fan was still curled up in pain, the scars on his body hadn't diminished by half, shouldn't he think about how to treat his wounds first, what's the use of being here...

However, he didn't know what to do, he could only open the search page of the phone tremblingly, like a reckless young man who had tasted the forbidden fruit for the first time, he panicked and opened a list of precautions.

The one who bears it is easy to get hurt, so treat it gently...

To go step by step...

Mishandled, it will tear, you may have diarrhea afterwards, have a fever...

It's ironic that I listed them one by one in detail, but I made counterexamples to them all.

It was so painful.

Han Sheng didn't dare to look any further, as if the rows and columns were all stating his sins.

He picked the most reliable introduction, followed the above steps, bought the medicine, clumsily and carefully cleaned up with Li Fan in his arms, gently squeezed Li Fan's chin and gave him the antipyretic medicine...

Li Fan never woke up, and when he touched the wound, he only moved slightly. Although he was so thin that only his bones remained, his body was limp.

Han Sheng stretched out his hand to tuck in the quilt, checked repeatedly that he hadn't missed anything, and kept observing Li Fan's expression. After making sure there was nothing wrong, he slowly lay down against the edge of the bed.

He didn't sleep under the same quilt with Li Fan as before, but slept in the same clothes.He was afraid that the cold on his body would freeze to Li Fan, and he knew that he was not worthy.

As soon as he closed his eyes, intense drowsiness immediately surged up crazily.The moment before falling asleep, various images kept rolling in my mind.

The bed in the ward, Lin Dong's flipped nails, the medical record card on the bedside, Li Fan lying on the ground, Li Fan kneeling on the bed, Li Fan screaming, Li Fan desperate...

In the end, the picture freezes at the moment when he is carefully cleaning up with his arms around Li Fan in the bathroom. He thinks, when did Li Fan lose weight like this.