private romance

Holding his lover in his arms, he finally fell asleep gradually.However, it may be that he was really tired, but what was revealed to Song Mingzheng was not a dream that made him happy.

It was blood that couldn't be thicker, but what he saw was He Tingzhao's youthful face.He was equipped with a gun that did not belong to him, it was a gift from himself.

Enemies from all directions have almost wiped out the Song family. The Song family has been in power for a hundred years, but it will only take a moment for the Great Xia to fall.These people flocked, and finally gathered in City S, he broke up with He Tingzhao, the young man raised his head and looked decisively, "I'll go wherever Ah Zheng is."

He didn't think he was lucky at first, that he could escape with any extraordinary ability.

He Tingzhao returned to the He family and knelt in front of the ancestral tablet. The He family has been a serious and clean businessman since their ancestors, and they have come to where they are today step by step.He Tingzhao knelt at home for a day and a night, and begged him for the capital to turn things around. The He family was dragged into this quagmire of the weak and the strong, a world without rules.

Knowing him at that time, my heart ached so much, the white jade-like knee was so swollen that I couldn't touch it, it was blue and purple and covered with bruises, he had already carefully applied the medicine, but He Tingzhao still pinched him in pain arm.After painting it, I hugged him and said that it didn't hurt very much, and laughed at him for being too stupid to even believe such a lie.

In fact, people like them don't have the beauty described in those TV and movies, and they talk about morality in the world, but they are all products of the exchange of money and power.Emphasis on love and righteousness is just a disguise in sheep's clothing. Occasionally, there are one or two who are really willing to give their hearts, and they are all fools.

He is just one of them.

He Tingzhao learned piano when he was a child, and his fingers are beautiful, long and powerful.Song Mingzheng has long forgotten these things, and now he only remembers the soft and boneless touch of them hanging in his palm.But in the dream, he seemed to feel that force clearly again, and his wrist hurt from holding it, but he was able to break free.It's just that no matter in the past or now, whether He Tingzhao's hand is strong or weak, he just lets him hold it.

If he can't hold it, then hold him yourself.

"A Zheng, where are you, I will really go with you."

They are also used to talking about love, the young people always promise the sky and the sky, saying love words about the ends of the earth and the world.It's just that when it's time for the fulfillment, when disaster is approaching, it's already touching to fly separately, He Tingzhao hugged him, and really insisted on following him.

He gave He Tingzhao a gun and taught him to fire it in the dark.He bowed his head to kiss his boy, thinking that life is kind of cool, and he hasn't thought about the cruelty of the future.

The young master of the He family who grew up in the greenhouse followed him without hesitation into the darkness where there was only cold wind.

They shuttled through the flames and embraced amid the sound of explosions. The boy gradually forgot the fingering of the piano, but learned to judge by hearing the sound, and the next second he stood in front of him and shot.

They watched the stars drink and smoke together, and then quit together.

They went to get tattoos together, and he said, "A Zheng, you want to live a long life."

The last can of spicy wine he drank in his life was fed to Song Mingzheng with the last sip, his pupils were shining brightly, and he had a gentle smile, "Ah Zheng, we are about to win, and no one will dare to bully you in the future. You have been running for so long, I really want to go home, my flowers have missed this year's flowering period."

The bullet whizzed through the night wind.

Song Mingzheng knew it was a dream, but he still felt a sharp pain in his heart.

Xiao Zhao.

Xiao Zhao.

How could there be so much blood, so much fresh blood, as if he had seen it everywhere, He Tingzhao's whole body was covered with inexhaustible blood.He just fell into his arms like this, the warm blood made him feel warm in winter, but his body was as cold as if he had been frozen.

He Tingzhao leaned against Song Mingzheng's arms, and seemed to want to say something to him, but there was still blood dripping down his lips. Song Mingzheng wiped it for him with trembling hands, but he couldn't clean it, his whole chin was covered with blood. Faint traces of red.

"A...Zheng..."

He moved his lips, opening and closing them slowly, it seemed that every time he said a word, his sanity gradually lost a little.

Song Mingzheng was clear, he could hear, but he couldn't hear any other voices, but unexpectedly, he heard He Tingzhao's weak voice.

"Now...you can..."

"broke up."

He smiled and closed his eyes in Song Mingzheng's arms.

"Xiao Zhao..."

"Xiao Zhao, no, no...don't break up...don't...don't sleep...baby."

"Xiao Zhao, hold on a little longer... hold on a little longer, okay, okay? We...we're going home, we're going home..."

"Xiao Zhao...Xiao Zhao?"

"Xiao Zhao—!"

Song Mingzheng woke up suddenly.

He turned over and sat up in an instant, panting heavily.When I came back to my senses, I almost couldn't hold it anymore.Song Mingzheng lowered his head slightly, water dripped onto the quilt, and his pajamas were already soaked.Song Mingzheng covered his face with his hands, and buried his face deeply in his palms, not knowing whether it was tears or sweat from panic.

"Ah...zheng", there was a slight movement around him, the voice in the dream overlapped with reality, Song Mingzheng turned his head and saw He Tingzhao sideways facing him, looking at him with smiling eyes, "Don't be afraid."

"I'm here."

He didn't even need to ask, he knew what Song Mingzheng dreamed about.

Song Mingzheng was so excited by these two words that he could hardly control his emotions, he leaned over almost instantly, and pressed tightly against He Tingzhao's cold body.In fact, he always had to be more careful in the past, for fear that he would feel uncomfortable if he was squeezed, but now it seems that he can't take care of it anymore, and only needs the comfort of his lover.

"Xiao Zhao... baby... don't leave me, don't leave me... um... huh?" Song Mingzheng hugged He Tingzhao, but he touched the scar on his back again, his lips trembled, that one that can always fascinate people The soulless face was full of tears, like a wounded child.

He has become the third master, and his power is far greater than when his father was alive, but his soul is much more fragile than when he was young.

"No..." He Tingzhao was struggling to speak after being awakened by Song Mingzheng just now, and he was wearing an oxygen mask. He raised his right hand hard, and slowly rubbed it to the highest place he could lift, barely touching Song Mingzheng's face .

That deformed hand was already extremely ugly after ten years.

But gentle, bit by bit, wiped away tears for his lover.

"A Zheng, I", he said softly, but seemed to be more determined, "I won't...die, Ah Zheng, I will, stay with you...for a long, long time."

"A Zheng, I too... don't want to leave you alone."

Alone in this world.

Staying up all night is really too heavy a burden for the current He Tingzhao. When he picked him up again, he was obviously in a much worse state. For a few days in a row, He Tingzhao began to struggle when he woke up. No matter how careful he was, he finally They all had a pale face, and their bodies trembled in the wheelchair for a long time before they could be moved again.Song Mingzheng was so scared that he didn't dare to go anywhere, he didn't even bother to ask Mu Chenyuan, so he honestly stayed at home for a few days.

It's just that he was in good spirits all the time, and he tried his best to cover up his discomfort, so as to alleviate Song Mingzheng's uneasiness.

Obviously they are still only in their twenties, but they seem to have entered the bottom line.He Tingzhao could only lie on the bed and rest these few days. He occasionally looked at the scenery outside the window, but he didn't feel much longing for the lost "freedom". He was always attached to this world.

Because the world is so gentle to him.

Song Mingzheng opened the door and came in. The young man's face was dazzling, his eyelids were half closed, but when he saw the person lying on the bed, he couldn't help but curl his lips.He has nothing to do in his free time, except for helping He Tingzhao take care of his body and talking with him, Song Mingzheng doesn't have any special hobbies, it seems that he only wants to stay by He Tingzhao's side.It is a life that lacks interest, but for him, the two of them together have become very interesting.

"A Zheng, come here", He Tingzhao leaned on the bedside and called him, the sunlight hit his face through the gap, making his delicate face gentler than usual, and his eyes were full of tranquility.Song Mingzheng quickly walked to the edge of the bed and sat down, leaned in and kissed lightly, "What's wrong?"

He Tingzhao supported the mattress with the heel of his right hand, trying to sit up straight, but most of his body was limp and weak, and only the part above the chest could be moved with his right arm, and it was only driven out passively.Seeing that the person was about to lean to the side, Song Mingzheng took advantage of the situation and gave him a force from behind, so that he could lean forward and sit, instead of leaning softly on the cushion behind him, in fact, the whole thing was supporting He Ting Zhao's back, let him lean on his hand.

There is a circle of weak and soft fat on the side of the waist, which is inevitable after being paralyzed for a long time, but Song Mingzheng doesn't talk about it, in fact, he quite likes the feel of this fleshy circle, growing on He Tingzhao's body not only makes him feel cute, but also Reassure him.He Tingzhao stayed in the hospital for a long time back then, and that time was extremely gloomy for Song Mingzheng. He Tingzhao's weight once dropped to double digits, and his skinny appearance made him feel terrible when he recalled it. I also somewhat understand that his appetite is not very good, and it is much smaller than that of a healthy person. It is just that he can eat more or force himself to eat more, and he has to reassure his lover who is worried about his body.

He Tingzhao squinted his eyes, as if he felt very comfortable.With the help of Song Mingzheng's strength, he propped himself up with the heels of his palms and sat up, leaning his body against the opponent's arms, but instead of lying limply inside, he was able to get close to him, and he could raise his neck to be in his ear Softly said, "A Zheng, let's go out and play."

"No", Song Mingzheng refused almost without hesitation. Seeing He Tingzhao's precarious appearance beside him, Song Mingzheng was so hard-hearted that he almost refused to accept "the wind is too strong, you will get sick if you go out", "Oh no Well", He Tingzhao was embraced by Song Mingzheng, leaned on his shoulder, and whispered in his ear, "You are still here."

The skin around the ears immediately felt a tingling sensation, Song Mingzheng's lower body immediately began to burn, and he felt a faint feeling.But this is not a big problem for him. Song Mingzheng's face remained unchanged, and he had a secret feeling. This feeling will always disappear secretly, like a flower drifting by in the whispering wind, and it will slowly go away after whispering softly. go.The two of them had very little sex life. Song Mingzheng was at the time when he was full of blood, so it wasn't that he didn't know how to crave, but He Tingzhao's body was getting worse day by day, and his heart problem became a heart disease that kept him awake at night. He had already learned to control it. desire.

As long as this person is by his side, this is his only wish, and he can bear everything else.

"I can't feel bad for you," Song Mingzheng lowered his eyes, and He Tingzhao's left hand was hanging by his side, as if it didn't belong to him. His fingers were slightly bent into claws, but they were not curled up. They really didn't feel stiff. Every knuckle can be kneaded, and the care is very good.Song Mingzheng fished up the fallen left hand, and held it tenderly, He Tingzhao was wrapped in his arms again unconsciously, leaning against him comfortably.Song Mingzheng actually has a very oppressive face. It would be a lie to say that the aura of years of fighting is not terrifying, but his appearance is not very useful to He Tingzhao, and he has never been fierce to him, but He Tingzhao Zhao is very afraid that he is talking to herself like this now.

Gentle and gentle, but it made him sad.

Song Mingzheng looked at him, his tone was gentle, but serious and serious, "Xiao Zhao, wait a little longer." With a little force, he held him in his arms, pressed his chest tightly against him, and then gently, as he always did, Like the promise of "You'll be fine, baby, just trust me."

He Tingzhao didn't think that he would really agree, but he couldn't help but feel uncomfortable when he really heard Song Mingzheng say this.

"Yeah," he buried his face in Song Mingzheng's shoulder, and gave a small reply.

He won't ask about his physical condition, which doesn't mean he doesn't know. It's not that He Tingzhao has never been afraid, but he has never panicked.

The person who can make him sad with one word has always been the person who can make him feel safe with one word.

Song Mingzheng would always do what he promised him.

I'm waiting for you.

Then I wait for you.

"It won't be long." The man kissed his hair, and then kissed his lips along the way. "Baby, it won't be long. We will raise it later. I will accompany you wherever you go, and we will go to Fairfield again." Banksy watching the aurora, Milan Cathedral singing, I will plant Casablanca for you in the yard, where there are flowers you like..."

The sun is in full bloom, and there are always people who are imagining the future with you.