I'm not the only one in the mountain

On the day Xiao Li was discharged from the hospital, Song Li was on duty. There were not many patients during the Chinese New Year, so he saw a few patients here and there, and came to see him in the ward near the end of get off work time.

"what happened to you?"

When he entered the door, Xiao Greed was sitting on the bed gnawing on an apple bored, Gu Donghe had just packed up his things, Song Li had dark circles under his eyes, his lips were dry and rolled up, and his face was sallow.

"Has He Wenchuan harassed you?"

"Mess with him..." Song Li leaned tiredly at the end of the bed, raised his hand and rubbed the center of his brows, and shook his head mockingly, "I'm really scared."

"The He family has not been peaceful recently, so please be careful." Gu Donghe took the fruit pits that Xiao Greed had left and threw them into the trash can, and pulled a piece of paper for him to wipe his hands, "If you can, stick as little as possible. "

Song Li smiled: "Where do I want to touch?"

There was too obvious helplessness and last resort in what he said, Xiao Greed and Gu Donghe were all taken aback, looking at him questioningly.

"Someone from the He family is looking for me."

One sentence exploded like a bomb, Gu Donghe's eyes sank, and Xiao Greed frowned tightly.

"Who."

"He Wenliang, the third young master of the He family." Song Li said simply, "Let me be with He Wenchuan."

"They want to drag you into trouble for He Wenchuan?" Xiao Greed thought quickly, and blurted out, speaking tactfully.

Song Li's eyes didn't change, it was a tacit agreement.

"I don't know what He Wenchuan said to make them believe that he would choose me."

"What are you going to do?"

Song Li lowered his eyelashes and smiled bitterly: "I don't know. If I don't agree, my parents may be involved. They can do it."

Xiao Greed: "But if you agree, I'm afraid it won't be so easy to get out of the muddy waters of the He family."

At this time Gu Donghe spoke: "He Wenchuan is not so easily taken into the ditch, it is not a fuel-efficient lamp."

"He Wenliang wanted to draw a line for He Wenchuan, which hindered his father's eyes. He Wenchuan couldn't see it, but he didn't shy away from it at all. Instead, he seemed to be willing to step in."

"It's not that simple. The matter of the He family has not yet been settled, so it's better to be careful."

Song Li nodded, took a long breath, and tried to put aside those emotions: "Let's go, I'll take you back."

The formalities were completed a long time ago, Xiao Greed got into the co-pilot, Gu Donghe put on his seat belt, Song Li followed behind with his hands in his pockets.

"Okay, let's go back to work." Gu Donghe straightened up and said to him.

Song Li nodded, didn't say much, and waved at Xiao Li: "Let's go, go back and have a good rest."

Gu Donghe got in the car, started the ignition, Xiao Li followed the car away, saw Song Yue getting further and further away, and finally disappeared in front of the hospital: "Song Yue is having a hard time..."

"No matter how you choose, it's a pitfall. The key point is what He Wenchuan wants to do."

"I don't believe in sincerity. These two words have the least weight these days." Xiao Greed looked out the window, "Opening and closing your mouth is a lifetime of one heart. It's easier to say than to eat."

Gu Donghe glanced at him: "Don't think about it, just generalize."

"How heavy is it to you?" Xiao Greed turned to look at him.

"It weighs as much as you weigh." Gu Donghe smiled, and Xiao Li looked at his side face in a daze.

This old rascal looks pretty good...

cough.

Xiao Greed coughed unnaturally, and confused his inappropriate thoughts: "Then you have worked hard."

Gu Donghe saw that his cheeks were slightly red and he was still pretending to be calm, so he couldn't help laughing.

Kind of cute.

On the other hand, when Song Li returned to the hospital, he was not so relaxed and happy. In the empty department, there were only a few nurses chatting in the nurse's station. He sat in the office and sorted out the documents for a while, and the door of the office opened.

The sound of leather shoes hitting the floor was slow and rhythmic, and the coat was opened and swayed behind him with the movement, a gentleman as if he really was like this.

Song Li clenched the document in his hand: "What are you doing here?"

"Of course I came to invite Dr. Song on a date." He Wenchuan spread his hands, showing his innocence, and said nonsense that he didn't even believe, "Dr. Song has rejected me so many times, is he really so cruel?" ?”

"He Wenchuan, please let me go."

"It's late, no one came to see you?"

He Wenchuan was still smiling, but the smile that fell on Song Li's eyes was extremely terrifying. He felt cold sweat roll off his vest, and his heart felt chilly.

"You designed it?"

"You can't say that," He Wenchuan stood still in front of the desk, looking down at Song Li, "This is just a small trick for me to chase you."

"We're not suitable," Song Lizhen laughed angrily at him, "What are you doing for?"

"Didn't I tell you? Of course it's to get you."

Song Li closed his eyes heavily: "Can we talk about it? What are you doing?"

"I also tell you clearly, I, He Wenchuan, want you." A trace of eagle-like sharpness appeared in He Wenchuan's eyes, piercing straight through Song Li's body like two sharp swords.

"Just for that matter?" Song Li felt very tired, "Will the young master of the He family lack so many bed partners?"

What he said was correct, He Wenchuan had a lot of experience, and it wasn't a broken episode that night. It was hard to tell what it was like, but it made him think about it for a long time.

"This has nothing to do with what I want you to do." He Wenchuan took off his glasses and put them in his pocket. This action meant that his patience was gradually exhausted. He took a few steps and walked around the table. Song Li pushed the table and stood up. Get up and take a step back.

However, the force value was not enough, he was pushed back against the wall, the back of his head was knocked, and there was a "boom" sound, which made his eyes stare, before he could react, his lips were blocked.

He struggled and resisted vigorously, but the blocked voice could not be uttered, only a weak and meaningless voice, which always seemed so different to his ears.

He Wenchuan pressed his hand, and he was so menacing that he threw away his helmet and armor.

After finally letting go, Song Li glared at He Wenchuan angrily, his lips were moist and a little red and swollen, and the corner of his mouth was bitten.

He Wenchuan stopped laughing, his eyes were full of darkness: "Let me ask you one more question, yes or no."

"...I said we are not suitable."

Song Li's eyes were red, and he was panting slightly.

"Not suitable? Then do I want to remind you that we were not suitable that night?"

"He Wenchuan!"

Song Li shouted in horror, but was forced to stop by He Wenchuan's eyes.

He said in a low, dark voice full of desire/desire: "Shout down, use your voice when it is useful, and don't let people listen to it. This is a hospital."

Song Li felt his heart beating against his chest, the voice in his ears moved away and neared for a while, his fingers trembled slightly, he could hardly feel the existence of temperature.

The whole world is flying away.

He Wenchuan rolled over his body, regardless of his struggle and resistance, clamped his hands as before, stretched out his hands and pulled off his pants, even though the air conditioner was turned on in the office, he could still feel a trace of pain after removing the covering skin. In the cold, Song Li trembled all over, and his resistance became more intense.

"He Wenchuan, what are you going to do!" He was pressed against the wall, and when he heard the sound of his trousers being undone, his heart sank and he struggled crazily, "Are you crazy? Don't mess around—ah!"

The sharp pain made him cry out. The presence of the hard object was so strong that he almost felt his body being torn apart. Before he could recover from his trembling, the foreign object began to hit him for the second time, and he was almost about to be crushed. He fainted, his eyes turned black, and he bit his lower lip tightly to prevent himself from making a sound.

"I said that the voice should be used where it should be used, but not here."

A devil-like voice rang in his ears, Song Li's painful head was sweating, and the dark red at the end of his eyes was wet, the eyes were wet but full of pain.

The ointment on the desk was used as a tool for committing the crime, and the familiar smell spread from the tip of his nose, which was the last feeling he wanted.His body trembled with the movement, he was in a standing posture, his legs were weak, and the people behind him were indifferently at a distance, only the place where they fit was hot and intimate.

The distance from the cloud to hell is only an instant, pleasure and pain coexist.

The imaginative smell spread out in the office, Song Li wanted to reach out and grab something, but he couldn't grab anything, the white coat was wrinkled, but the wall was smooth and cold.

The body can't lie, the numbness felt like an electric current, stretched the nerves all over his body, and endured it with a soft waist, his rationality collapsed for a moment, he cried with a blank mind, his voice trembling unreasonably.

"Don't...don't..."

"Your family, and yourself, now only I can save them."

A trace of unbearableness flashed in He Wenchuan's eyes, and he forcibly suppressed it. If Song Li was awake, he might be able to discern a trembling from the end of his sentence, but his whole body was in confusion.

The usual gentleness melted into weakness, he closed his eyes and opened his mouth, compromising.

"……I promise you."

He Wenchuan secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but his face remained calm. He approached Song Li and hugged him firmly: "I wish I had made this choice earlier."

Song Li closed his eyes, unable to speak, his eyelashes were wet.

He Wenchuan hugged him and sat on the chair, helped him clean up with a wet towel and put on his pants. Song Li slightly opened his eyes and looked at him. He Wenchuan's face was not too good-looking. Lost toughness, a bit soft.

soft.

Song Li tilted his head and stopped looking.

How can I feel that this feeling will appear on this person.

Isn't it ridiculous enough?

The black and white tones of the hospital can be seen everywhere, which can almost confuse the whole world, as if all the colors are just an illusion.

"It's almost time to get off work. I'll take you home, pack up and move to my place."

Song Li raised his eyes wearily: "Do you have to do this?"

"Since you agree, you have to listen to me."

He Wenchuan stood up on his knees, put his hands on his sides, and circled him in the middle.

"I will not restrict you, nor will I do anything to you. Within the scope, you are allowed to be free."

Song Li tugged at the corner of his mouth, showing a far-fetched smile: "Heh... what do you want to do, can I stop you?"

He Wenchuan's face remained unchanged, and he said, "I won't quarrel with you, there are some things you don't need to know."

"I don't need to know? What do I not need to know?" Song Li's eyes were red and wide open, "He Wenchuan, I just want to live a normal life, and I don't want to get involved in your family's mess. "

He Wenchuan looked at him with a trace of pity, as if he was looking at some poor person, he stretched out his hand to touch his face, and was not annoyed when he was opened by a palm, as if he was in a very good mood, with a smile in his eyes.

"You won't get involved, I will protect you."

"He Wenchuan, it's useless to stab someone and then pretend to bandage the wound."

The smile widened, he pressed his hand to the back of Song Yue's head, and printed on his lips: "I stabbed it myself, it's better than someone else hurting you."

"You're crazy."

"I'm not crazy, I just want you." I don't know if it was an illusion, He Wenchuan seemed to sigh, "Listen to me, no one can hurt you."

Song Li clenched his fist tightly, and after a while, he slowly let go.

He didn't dislike He Wenchuan at first, but his behavior really made him sick.

He is different from Xiao Greed, Xiao Greed is like colorless spirits, it can be mixed well in plain water without being conspicuous, but it has the most incompatible temperament; Song Quercus is like warm milk tea, the temperature is neither high nor low, just right Make people feel comfortable.

Adding ice to the milk tea will never be the same again.

Sometimes people are very tenacious creatures who can stick to a behavior, a habit, or a quality for many years or even a lifetime.But people also have the most fragile souls, and every imperceptible detail in life imperceptibly pushes people off track.

Not to mention the sudden drop in temperature, which disrupted all the steps from the inside out.

Peace and well-being have become a past that cannot be returned.

How ruthless this world is.Even if you don't want to get out of your body, but if you want to save yourself the last trace of dignity and pride in this slaughterhouse called society, it's so difficult.

The dilapidated house happens to leak rain, the rule of this world is to be afraid of what will come, even if it is a flying arrow that is aimed at the heart, you can only accept it calmly.

But Song Li didn't want to accept his fate like this. My fate is up to me, but it's just a difficult journey.

"Let's go, do you need me to hug you?" He Wenchuan put on his glasses, matched with the well-dressed clothes, his whole body exuded strong hormones, but Song Li completely ignored him, avoiding his support in disgust and stood up When I got up, it was difficult to close my thighs, and the inner part was probably swollen, with bursts of pain.

He leaned on the wall with difficulty to move, He Wenchuan followed behind him and saw his discomfort, took a box of ointment from the drawer, walked out with him with a smile.

But no one saw the hand he put in his pocket that he wanted to help from time to time. He lowered his eyes slightly where Song Li couldn't see, his eyes were dim and unclear, like a lonely wild wolf.

A lone wolf who walks alone will have something to protect, but he is used to blood and cannot learn the warmth of the world.