private romance

This answer sounds unusual, more like ambiguous.

People in love are too sensitive, let alone homosexuals who don't have much sense of security.There are many questions that Mu Chenyuan wanted to ask, but if he continued to ask, he would appear too ignorant. He was never such a winkless person.

After thinking about it carefully, he felt that there was still a long time ahead, and he had enough time to get to know Song Mingzheng.

If Song Mingzheng is willing, he has made plans for the rest of his life.

There are too many unsatisfactory things in life, for Mu Chenyuan, he just wants to have as few regrets as possible.He doesn't have the obsession that he must be together for a lifetime, and people have to live in a way that they feel comfortable with.

This house is not too big, and Mu Chenyuan didn't think there was any difference, he just thought it was Song Mingzheng's permanent residence, so it was a bit cooler.If possible, he really wants to live with Song Mingzheng, no matter whether he moves here or Song Mingzheng goes there, he can spend more time together.Looking at this empty room, Mu Chenyuan couldn't help but sigh in his heart, it really is easy for him to live alone.

But he also felt that Song Mingzheng was careful. He had been paralyzed for a long time like him, and he happened to be a painter. He could clearly see that the original structure of the house was not like this, and that it had been remodeled here.The widened entrance does not see any chairs, the bathroom is extra large, obviously for the convenience of wheelchairs, and even the bedroom is an electric lift bed, I don’t know how busy it must be to prepare all of these suddenly.

Stupid, Mu Chenyuan couldn't help laughing, he grinned like a cute little rabbit showing his canine teeth.How can I be so troublesome, the titanium alloy sports wheelchair does not take up much space, so there is no need for such a large space.

He is really a caring man, probably the more mature a person is, the more silent he is.Mu Chenyuan looked at the back of the man who was preparing supper in the kitchen. The man had broad shoulders and narrow waist, leaning casually wherever he could, there was a view everywhere.He didn't feel the wound on his forehead hurt anymore, instead, in this quiet time, the unconscious bust was injected with quiet and gentle power.

He is like a lion, but his eyes are squinted in the sun.

Mu Chenyuan made sufficient preparations, but the result disappointed him a bit.After washing in the bathroom for a long time, his feet were severely deformed, and Mu Chenyuan felt more disgusted the more he looked at it.Sitting on the bathing chair, he rarely picked up his legs one by one, and put his left leg on his right leg first. This ordinary male posture with two legs could not keep him balanced. Mu Chenyuan panted and supported himself in the bath. The armrests of the chair were used to stabilize the body, and then one hand was used to support the body to maintain balance.

With the other hand, he picked up the erected feet and cleaned them well.His feet were swollen all the year round. The insteps of his feet were as tall as an egg, and his toes were all huddled together, almost forming a triangle. There were large and small old scars on them, which were really unsightly and embarrassing.He seldom cared about taking care of them, so he let them become what they are today. Mu Chenyuan's legs can't be straightened at the knees at all. Feet are barely able to touch the ground with their toes.

It's so ugly, Mu Chenyuan thought, but what to do, this is his body, before he met Song Mingzheng, Mu Chenyuan never cared about it, he was even proud of it.After carefully cleaning his feet, Mu Chenyuan looked at his hands, which were also covered with scars, with thick joints, rougher than the hands of ordinary old women, these are his body.

But it is such a body, full of scars, that has supported him to live until now, Mu Chen far does not feel that he is worse than anyone else.He doesn't believe in fate, let alone that he can't get back a gentle future.

He won't be disgusted either.

Mu Chenyuan bit his lower lip, his delicate brows frowned and then relaxed. To the person he likes, he believed that Song Mingzheng must be gentle.

After getting out of the bathroom, Mu Chenyuan immediately received the supper that Song Mingzheng had made, without any intention of going any further.Song Mingzheng put down the food, turned around and left without even a single intimate approach.

"elder brother"!Mu Chenyuan's heart was broken. He felt that the years when he was wandering and begging alone in the past did not make him feel uncomfortable now. Song Mingzheng stopped when he heard the words, his slender fingertips were still resting on the doorknob, and he squinted and looked sideways at him." Doctor...Did the doctor tell you not to take a bath?" Mu Chenyuan rolled his eyes, blushing and didn't dare to look at him. He could only stare at his own feet that were placed askew on the pedals. They were still dripping with water." When the wound touches water, will it...be inflamed? What should I do if I have a fever?" Mu Chenyuan's voice became smaller and smaller. , let's sleep together..."

Song Mingzheng narrowed his eyes and stared at Mu Chen's excursion for ten seconds.During these ten seconds, the two of them were completely silent, and Mu Chenyuan's clever words seemed to have lost their effect, and he could no longer say even a soothing word.He was sensitively aware that the atmosphere in the air was not a physical and psychological contest, and Song Mingzheng was not thinking about it, but struggling emotionally.

He is, angry.

Why are you angry?Mu Chenyuan was uneasy. Is it not too much to make this request?We are all grown men, since we are together, sooner or later we will have to take this step?

Where did I make a mistake.Mu Chenyuan thought, maybe he was too impatient, and seemed too careless about his relationship. Brother Zheng is such a good-looking person, don't think that you only want his body.

"I have something else to do." Mu Chenyuan was about to say something else when he heard Song Mingzheng speak coldly, his voice was not high, but it seemed to be covered with frost, "If you have a fever, call me", he opened the door Turn around and go out "I already told you not to touch the water."

So it is!Mu Chenyuan suddenly realized, and secretly scolded himself for being careless.Song Mingzheng had already said not to take a bath after getting wet, so he didn't listen, no wonder he was angry.

He really only paid attention to his own body, Mu Chenyuan suddenly felt moved again.Looking at the supper on the table, he thought happily, even if he didn't take that step today, he still had a good time.

When Song Mingzheng returned to the bedroom, his expressionless restraint was completely released. He was still unparalleled in beauty, but his aura quietly changed, and he became his voluntary self again.

The moment Mu Chenyuan called him to stop, he knew what the other party wanted to say. He knew too well those men and women who were eager for his attention. He was a person who was used to being chased.But this was the first time that he was forced to allow the other party to invade so much of his territory, to be in the same room with him, and even have the opportunity to make such an excessive request.

Song Mingzheng was physically xenophobic and disgusted.

He just wants to go home.

He just wants to get back to the person he loves.

In the long dark night, every light is a sin.

It was raining heavily.

Song Mingzheng opened the window, and the rain swept into the window sill one after another, which made him feel depressed.His cigarette was placed not far away, and when he froze for a while and wanted to smoke one, he realized that it seemed to be damp and the lighter would not ignite.

This made him even more irritable.

He actually smoked, but he seemed to have no desire at all when he was at home.He and He Tingzhao quit together when they were young, but after He Tingzhao was injured and unconscious during the period, he had no other way to deal with it, he could only smoke one by one, but this was actually not enough. What role does it play.Song Mingzheng discovered that this only allowed him to stop bumping around when he became a mindless fly, at least he had something to do.

Song Mingzheng searched the room for a while before finding an umbrella in the locker. The new umbrella, which had never been used once, also showed signs of obsolescence because it hadn't seen the sun all year round.Song Mingzheng didn't pay much attention, picked it up and went out the door.Mu Chenyuan slept in the room next to him and turned off the lights, probably already asleep.Song Mingzheng didn't forget to take a look, because going to bed too late would have an impact on his physical indicators, he must create a completely healthy donor, which is not an easy task in a short period of time, but he must think of ways to do it.

The apartment is newly built. If you look up and down the stairs carefully, you will find that some residents have not completed the decoration.But they won't make rumbling noises again, because Song Mingzheng bought the whole building.

He already knew Mu Chenyuan very well, knew everything about him, far more than Mu Chenyuan knew him.He knew that Mu Chenyuan was good at observation, but he was not good at using search engines. He was not that proficient in using the Internet, which stemmed from his years of wandering life.His contacts are even more closed. He has all the contacts of Mu Chenyuan's contact information. Song Mingzheng can memorize the information of those single, non-threatening ordinary citizens.

There are no neighbors in this building, Song Mingzheng intends to keep Mu Chenyuan in captivity in this place.In fact, the entire community has shares in his subordinate company. His next step is to move out all the residents, and then "hire" a group of residents, so that Mu Chenyuan can stay in his network obediently.

To be a qualified embryo, a qualified donor, whatever He Tingzhao needs, he will raise here.Their indicators are too rare, and it is impossible to find another body that is almost identical. This magical creator gave them almost identical genes.

The elevator went up quickly, and when it stopped in front of Song Mingzheng and opened the door, there was no one there.He walked in with a blank expression, and lazily pressed the down button on the first floor.

The phone vibrated twice in his pocket, and Song Mingzheng took it out to refresh, but nothing could be swiped without a signal.He started to get irritable again, and the sense of powerlessness brought about by that unreasonable panic made him feel that the world was as annoying as the rainstorm outside.

He finally went out.

The sky covered with dark clouds does not distinguish between day and night. It seems that the night is darker and darker. There is a strong wind and rain outside the house, and there is a faint flash of white light.

Song Mingzheng held up his umbrella and walked out of the building. There was a 24-hour unmanned supermarket not far away. After smoking Yunyan, which he used to smoke, Song Mingzheng felt that there was a flavor that was a bit sweet.

He loves things that are spicy and sweet, just like He Tingzhao.

When he walked into the supermarket, Song Mingzheng put away the umbrella and threw it at the door.Those two vibrating messages finally popped up, from He Tingzhao's WeChat account that he pinned to the top.

Because of physical inconvenience, He Tingzhao seldom used these things. Basically, the nurses called Song Mingzheng so that they could say a few words.Occasionally I can use WeChat to chat, because he is afraid of disturbing Song Mingzheng's work, He Tingzhao tries to express it in words as much as possible. His only movable finger slowly pokes down, often trembling and pressing the wrong button, he has to press the delete button to start again. Furthermore, it is often impossible to send a word for half a day.But Song Mingzheng was willing to wait, he enjoyed himself, and felt that the waiting process was like a lottery, which made him very comfortable.

When this point was sent, Song Mingzheng thought, it must be because Yin Tian was too uncomfortable.

Just thinking about it like this made Song Mingzheng feel like he couldn't help but feel distressed.He couldn't relieve his lover's pain, and he couldn't even stay by his side.

"A Zheng", a long sound of friction and electric current passed by, only a slight sob sounded from the opposite side, and there was a sound like rain falling.

Song Mingzheng suddenly felt something was wrong, He Tingzhao was at home, how could there be the sound of rain?

"Don't be afraid." He Tingzhao seemed to be holding back his tears, but He Tingzhao was trying to comfort him with a trembling voice, but he stopped talking halfway through.

With trembling hands, Song Mingzheng clicked on the second paragraph.

"I...can you, can you come back, or...or you call home and ask them to pick me up."

"I'm coming out... I'm coming out in the afternoon, in the garden, I know it's the garden."

"But I... I can't remember, I can't remember how to go back... Ah Zheng, I'm so scared, I can't remember!"

Behind is the loss of emotional control, from that familiar voice, a long cry.

"Snapped--!"

The white iPhone fell naturally from the owner's hand and fell to the ground, smashing a huge crack in the screen.

Song Mingzheng's beautiful pupils were suddenly enlarged.

He was like a wandering ghost passing by.