the sky is sugar

"Hug." Jiang Lin said.

It's just that we haven't seen each other for a week, but at this moment, it feels like thousands of years have passed. The shoulders of both of them are wet. Neither of them spoke, just hugging each other tightly in silence.

I don't know how long it took before there was a knock on the door, and then Aunt Liu's voice sounded: "Master, the doctor is here, let him in?"

"Wait a minute." He Yancheng let go of Jiang Lin, and looked at him without saying a word. When his eyes moved to his lips, he kissed him vigorously without thinking.

The longing, worry, loneliness, and grievances of the past few days all burst out at this moment, but disappeared in this passionate kiss.

After a while, there was another knock on the door, and Aunt Liu asked in a low voice, "Master, can you come in? Your legs can't be dragged anymore."

The two separated gently, He Yancheng reached out to wipe the tears on Jiang Lin's face, smiled and hugged him tightly.

"Does your leg hurt?" Jiang Lin leaned his chin on his shoulder, and his voice still had the nasal sound of crying.

"Well, it hurts." He Yancheng said, "But it's worth it."

As long as you can see him, standing in front of you, it's really worth it.

"Let the doctor take a look first." Jiang Lin turned his head and glanced at the door.

"Listen to you." He Yancheng smiled and said to the door: "Come in."

The doctor looked at his calf, checked other places for injuries, and then told them to go to the hospital for an X-ray examination, so far it looks like a fracture.

Then two medical staff came in and carried He Yancheng to the ambulance on a stretcher, and Jiang Lin also got in the car and went to the hospital together.

On the road, He Yancheng held onto his hand tightly as if no one was around, and kept staring at him. Jiang Lin was a little embarrassed by his look. He tried to let go of his hand several times but was grabbed back even harder. The people next to him pretended to be I didn't see it, only a nurse covered her mouth and laughed from time to time.

After finally arriving at the hospital, He Yancheng was pushed inside for various examinations, and Jiang Lin sat on the bench outside alone in a daze.

His heart was still beating very fast. He really didn't expect that fool to jump directly from the balcony. Although it is said to be on the second floor, the second floor of the villa is not low at all. He was scared to death at that time.

He was suddenly a little confused, not knowing whether it was the right person or the wrong person to come to He Yancheng.

"Excuse me, are they family members?" A doctor took off his mask and suddenly stood in front of Jiang Lin. His voice sounded above his head, "The patient wants to see you."

When he entered the ward, He Yancheng's right leg had already been plastered, and when he opened the door and came in, he smiled brightly at him.

Jiang Lin moved his mouth, feeling sore in his heart.

He knew that after He Dong found out about this matter, it was even more impossible for them to meet again, and maybe... there was no way for them to be together.

"Are you worried?" He Yancheng smiled and stretched out his hand to sit on the side of the bed, "I'm fine, it's only on the second floor, just put on a plaster cast and it will be fine soon."

"He Yancheng...you are like this, I really...I have nothing to give you, I really don't know what to do." Jiang Lin lowered his head and looked at the four hands that were clasped together.

Yes, he didn't know how to respond to this desperate love. It was the first time someone could do this for him, something he had never dared to think about.

"Just like me a little more." He Yancheng hugged him gently, "And no matter what happens, don't give up. This is what I want most."

No matter what happens, don't give up.

But in the end it was you who gave up first.

Because He Dong went abroad, he couldn't come back for a while, so He Yancheng clamored to be discharged from the hospital the next day and go home to recuperate. In fact, he wanted to take advantage of this gap to stay with Jiang Lin for as long as possible.

It's a pity that it was only a day later, and He Dong's plane came back early in the morning.

Because of the reports, the servants and bodyguards at home can probably guess the relationship between the two of them, so most of them just don't bother if they can.

The servant is because Aunt Liu told her that she can go if there is anything, and the bodyguard is because after contacting He Dong the night He Yancheng was injured, he followed the instructions and waited for him to come back to deal with the matter, including Jiang Lin.

He Yancheng knew that Zhao Qi did this through the people He Dong sent to investigate, but now he can't get out and he can't do anything about that grandson. Sure enough, the words of that kind of person are unbelievable, but he didn't expect to be photographed .

Aunt Liu came to knock on the door early in the morning, her tone obviously anxious: "Master, get up soon! The chairman got off the plane, and he will definitely be very angry when he comes back to see you two. You should think of a way."

In fact, the two of them didn't sleep all night. They chatted, hugged and kissed each other, and cried bitterly.

There is no way, what should come will always come, and what should be faced cannot be avoided.

"Don't worry," He Yancheng firmly held Jiang Lin's hand, with a serious face, "Let's go together."

"Well, together." Jiang Lin smiled at him.

He Dong sat on the sofa in the living room on the first floor, watching the two boys walking upstairs slowly, their faces became increasingly ugly.

"Who told you to come here?!" He Dong stared at Jiang Lin, gritted his teeth and said, "You are quite courageous at such a young age! How dare you pester my son!"

Yes, he doesn't think that He Yancheng would like men now, he always thinks that Jiang Lin is responsible for all this, it must be this disgusting homosexual pestering He Yancheng.

So when He Dong, who was furious at this time, couldn't hold back when he saw the two hands on He Yancheng's arms, he suddenly stood up from the sofa, dragged He Yancheng and pushed him onto the sofa.

"What are you doing!" He Yancheng couldn't stand still and fell on the sofa, staring up at He Dong.

Seeing him lying on the sofa, Jiang Lin was worried that the leg covered in plaster would hit him, and subconsciously stretched out his hand to pull him, but He Dong stopped him with an angry shout.

"Don't touch him!"

Jiang Lin looked at He Yancheng, moved his mouth but still didn't speak, stopped his hand in mid-air, paused, and finally retracted it.

"You're enough!" He Yancheng stood up with difficulty while supporting his crutches, and shouted at He Dong: "What's coming at me! I provoked him first, what's wrong!"

When He Dong heard this, he was so angry that he raised his hand to give He Yancheng a slap, but he stopped in mid-air and finally didn't slap him. It wasn't that he was soft-hearted, but that he knew too well that his son had always been hard-boned and wanted him. Obedient, beating him is useless.

"Da Fei!" He Dong withdrew his hand and yelled while sitting on the sofa.

In less than 30 seconds, a short-cut man with a headset, a black suit and a black tie came in. He Yancheng panicked suddenly, and Jiang Lin recognized that it seemed to be the bodyguard who opened the door for him that day.

He Dong raised his chin, and the bodyguard named Da Fei immediately went over and kicked Jiang Lin on the shoulder without saying a word, kicking him to the ground at that moment.

"Fuck! How dare you fucking hit him!!" He Yancheng's eyes turned red instantly and he wanted to rush over to pull Jiang Lin up, but because one leg was in a plaster cast and he walked too fast, he fell to the ground.

The other two bodyguards standing at the door received the signal from Da Fei's eyes, and they went over to support He Yancheng, and grabbed his arm tightly so that he couldn't pass by even one step.

"I'm fine." Jiang Lin said to him, covering his shoulders.

"Da Fei!" He Dong shouted again.

The next second, He Yancheng watched Jiang Lin on the ground being punched in the face one after another. He couldn't tell whether it was nosebleed or blood from his mouth. Anyway, the color smeared on his fair face was terrible and dazzling.

"Let go of him! Let him go!" He Yancheng yelled as he struggled frantically, "Stop fucking! Stop hitting! Let him go!"

He Dong sat on the sofa, smoking a cigarette, watching all this with a blank expression.

Since the son is not obedient, don't blame the father for being cruel.

He raised a hand, and Da Fei immediately stopped.

Half of Jiang Lin's face was covered in blood, he was lying on the ground panting slightly, half-downcast his eyes trying to look at He Yancheng who was stopped by the bodyguard and was watching him with tears streaming down his face, he raised his hand with all his strength, and gestured to him Sign language that only they can understand each other: "No matter what happens, never give up."

It's okay not to say, but when he said this, He Yancheng's tears became more violent, he suddenly realized something, turned around and scrambled to grab He Dong's leg, crying and saying: "Dad! Dad! Please! Please!" It's gone! Let him go! Let him go! It's not his fault...it's not his fault..."

He Dong took a puff of cigarette, bent down and stretched out a hand to touch He Yancheng's head, his tone was cold as if he was talking to a stranger: "Tell Dad, do you still like him?"

He Yancheng only felt that the surrounding temperature dropped suddenly, his heart trembled from the cold, and the words that his uncle said to him suddenly appeared in his head.

"Your dad used to be involved in gangsters, but he washed his hands and stopped doing those things later. Otherwise, if you see how cruel and merciless he was when he was young, you will know that the things that you little brats are jealous of are all from your dad. Play the rest, Ah Cheng, don't make your father anxious."

He could see the seriousness in his uncle's eyes and the fear of He Dong when he said these words, he didn't take it seriously at that time, but now he understands that a lion is still a beast when it is old.

But He Yancheng couldn't answer him, or he couldn't give him the answer he wanted.

"Da Fei!" He Dong shouted again without waiting for an answer.

"No! No! Dad! Dad! Listen to me," He Yancheng hurriedly grabbed his arm and begged, "I really, I really like him, really, don't force me, don't Force me to be serious, please, let Brother Da Fei stop..."

I can't fight anymore, I really can't fight anymore, my heart hurts and I can't breathe.

He Yancheng only felt that he was about to collapse. He never thought that he would have such a hopeless and helpless day, and he never thought that when his young love really encountered obstacles, it would be so difficult to stick to it. He didn't know what he should do. How to do.

He Dong coughed deliberately, put out the cigarette in the ashtray, glanced at Jiang Lin on the ground, and then at Da Fei beside him with bloody hands.

"No!" Seeing that He Yancheng hit Jiang Lin's face with another heavy punch, he completely lost his mind.

At this time, Yu Guang happened to see a fruit knife in the fruit basket on the coffee table. Without thinking, he rushed to pick up the knife and hit his wrist with a knife. The blood flowed like a column in an instant, and then put the knife against his neck.

Startled, He Dong suddenly stood up and shouted, "He Yancheng!! Put down the knife!"