want to lie to me to love you again

Fang Zhiyi sighed for a while, seeing that his body was still exposed in the air, she reluctantly got out of bed, found him a clean dress, helped him up and put it on casually, and then cleaned him casually with a clean tissue.Only then did he have time to go to the toilet to deal with himself.

Unexpectedly, he and Song Zhicheng didn't make it last time, and this time they had a relationship by accident, which has to be said to be fate.

But Fang Zhiyi didn't have the extra energy to think about what was going on at this time, he just rushed out and ran out, because there was a half-dead person outside waiting for him to manage.He always had to make sure that Song Zhicheng was completely out of danger before he could properly settle accounts with the person who plotted against him.

After he came out, he saw that Song Zhicheng was still lying there quietly, his whole body was still dying, but it was not as scary as before.He stood by the bed and watched him for a long time, and suddenly felt very upset, and wanted to sweep all the furniture around him to the ground.In fact, he did exactly that. He frantically kicked and threw everything that could be knocked down in Song Zhicheng's bedroom.

Of course, the big and small bear dolls on Song Zhicheng's bed were not spared, they were all caught by Fang Zhiyi and ravaged ruthlessly, and then they were thrown into the corner like garbage, out of sight.In fact, when Fang Zhiyi saw these little bear dolls for the first time, he knew what was going on in his heart.Most of these dolls were given to him when he was a child, and the other half were probably collected by him. He probably wanted to miss his former playmates in this way.

But Fang Zhiyi saw it in his eyes, not only was there no touch in his heart, but he found it ridiculous. He felt that it was an unforgivable crime for you not to show up when I was most helpless, and he actually did these things in a hypocritical way. , which is even more disgusting.

That's right, it's disgusting.

Fang Zhiyi kept brainwashing himself. In the end, he succeeded in persuading himself, and the way he looked at Song Zhicheng on the bed changed again. It was no longer unbearable, but another more complicated color.He hated him almost as much as he hated his father.

His father destroyed his entire world, and he destroyed his beliefs.

Who knows what it was like for the 11-year-old him, waiting under that tree from day to night alone?That day, if no one passed by there, I was afraid that I would be frozen to death in that snow field.

Fang Zhiyi said to himself in the floor-to-ceiling mirror in a daze, "Look at you, why do you feel bad? The Song family father and son are just as ruthless, they don't deserve sympathy at all. Yes, they don't deserve sympathy... "

After softly saying the last sentence, he slowly picked up the phone and dialed a number, "Hey, bring your tools and come to Moyuan Community again."

"..."

"Yes, it's still that person."

"..."

"What's wrong with him? He's dying. You are limited to arrive within 10 minutes, otherwise you can disappear in Yunchang Prefecture. Yes, it is so unreasonable." After finishing speaking, he hung up the phone and turned to leave He sat down on the edge of the bed, touched Song Zhicheng's forehead, and found that his hands were still hot. Beware that he would be so stupid, he finally went to fetch an ice pack and put it on his forehead.

Probably because of his weak body and high fever, Song Zhicheng's body shrank violently the moment the ice pack was put on it, which shocked Fang Zhiyi.After he reacted, he thought about pulling the quilt to cover him, and then he saw the dirty sheet, and couldn't help sighing, it was too... But at this moment, all his strength was already in the bed just now. I was so consumed by my tantrums that I didn't want to move at all.So he could only give up on himself and let the piece of filth be imprinted on the bed sheet, then put his hands through Song Zhicheng's arms, lift him up, who was limp, let his head rest on the pillow, and then pulled the quilt over to him He covered his shoulders, and then pressed down with his hands, thinking that it shouldn't be cold this time, right?

After all this was done, the ice pack was placed on his forehead again, but Song Zhicheng was still trembling, and he seemed to be unable to breathe. At this moment, he was opening his mouth slightly, like a fish deprived of oxygen, constantly spitting out Hot gas.Fang Zhiyi accidentally pinched his nose, seeing him breathing harder, couldn't help feeling a surge of pleasure in his heart.Just like last time in the hospital, he also put his hands on his neck...

In his heart, there has always been a demon living there, and this demon is always reminding him in his mind that killing him will treat him as liberating him, and liberating himself as well.

But can it really be liberated?He asked back.

the answer is negative.From that snowy day 15 years ago, he was doomed to bear shackles all his life.And Song Zhicheng, probably like himself, can never be detached, otherwise, how could he have such a poor mental state, and even use self-harm to gain temporary peace.

This is indeed fate, it was preordained in the previous life.The two of them will be entangled with each other and fall into hell forever.

Just when Fang Zhiyi was sitting motionless on the bed and had almost turned into a sculpture, a pleasant doorbell and knocking woke him up.He hurriedly dragged his heavy body to open the door.

After the doctor came in, he only took one look at Fang Zhiyi, then went straight to the bedroom without saying anything.He went to the bedside and lifted Song Zhicheng's quilt first, planning to give him a full-body examination.But first of all, he was frightened by the temperature of Song Zhicheng's body like a soldering iron, so he took a step back.

"You you you...you you you..."

"What's wrong with me?" Fang Zhiyi frowned impatiently, "Cure him quickly."

"..." The doctor was so angry that his eyes almost popped out. He looked at Fang Zhiyi for a while, and finally shook his head and said, "It can't be cured."

Fang Zhiyi let out a "tsk", pinched out the cigarette he had just lit and threw it aside, saying, "Can't be saved? Why?"

"In this case, you should directly call 120 to send the person to the hospital, instead of calling me, a private doctor, to come and see it. Let's put it this way, if I read it today, he will die at his hands sooner or later. Besides , look at you like this, do you want him to die on purpose?"

"..." Fang Zhiyi frowned, "What do you mean?"

"As soon as I touched it, I knew that he had a fever of at least forty degrees, and you didn't take any measures to cool him down. You just threw an ice pack on his head and covered him with a quilt." So strict, are you trying to suffocate him on purpose? This...what is this?" The doctor saw the dirty marks on the bed sheet sharply, you...you... last night... ...front or back? "