private romance

He couldn't say a word of no at all.

Song Mingzheng's eyes became bloodshot unconsciously, but it wasn't because of his staying up late.Distressed from the inside to the outside, spreading to the surface of the body, his pampering is more like a way of self-torture.

They stared at each other for a few seconds, Song Mingzheng silently looked away, and then lowered his eyelashes.He gently held He Tingzhao's limp and useless hand that was about to slip off his leg, put it on his heart, and slowly leaned towards him, hugging his lover vaguely.

my baby.

He Tingzhao leaned against Song Mingzheng's arms, except for the obstruction of the long oxygen pipeline, nothing else made him feel uncomfortable.Such a quiet and happy time, a moment counts as a moment, he is already taking advantage of God.

In fact, he was very scared.

He has a strong sense of insecurity.This uneasiness is related to Song Mingzheng, but it is not the uneasiness between ordinary partners.

From the moment he woke up after being injured, even though the doctor hadn't told him what kind of situation he would face in the future, He Tingzhao could clearly feel that for the rest of his life, he would never run like an ordinary boy Freedom and a long life.

As usual, He Tingzhao felt that he was not a careful person. He was just an ordinary boy who obeyed his parents' requirements, studied the lessons they asked him to learn, and did what they asked him to do. In his life outside of life, he also loves luxury goods, likes to rely on his family background to act willfully, and has caused some small troubles.It is also because of this that he has the courage to go forward, follow Song Mingzheng, grow up with him, and follow him to choose a road without turning back.But young people don't know the feeling of sorrow. He never thought that he would be paralyzed, and there would be so many complications, and the paralysis would be like this, which made him fall into a lonely and lonely life.

It was only after this that he began to become more careful.He began to remember that Song Mingzheng liked spicy food, but he was allergic to spicy food.He Tingzhao acted like a baby to coax Song Mingzheng, and slowly changed his voice with a soft voice.Many times he is not willing to show weakness. Even if the effect is minimal, he insists on rehabilitation. He gritted his teeth and let the rehabilitation practitioner break away the slowly clamped fingers. He hoped that he would be better and that the gap with his lover would not be so big.So he seldom shows weakness because of his body, and all his meekness and softness are given to Song Mingzheng.

If his lover is willing to build him a castle, then he is willing to be the canary in the castle.

His Ah Zheng hates alcohol and coffee, but he likes to drink milk; he doesn't like crowded places, and he doesn't like to join in the fun, but he actually likes children and is willing to be with a group of children; because he takes care of himself, every day He only sleeps for four to 10 minutes at a time, whether it is noon or night; he doesn’t like sweets, except for cherry pudding, he seems to like everything related to cherries.

He only had the gunshot wound on his back, but Ah Zheng had thirteen scars on his body, and I only blocked one for him.He didn't know how to take care of people at the beginning. When he first became paralyzed, he wanted to tell the nurse many times. It made me uncomfortable at all, but he was so gentle.

Ah Zheng is actually a very gentle and gentle person, but he doesn't know how to express his emotions. He is a child who has never been loved by his parents.He will listen to all patient explanations, no matter who said them.

This is He Tingzhao's anxiety.

When I woke up, the sky was covered with thick clouds, and there was a world of colorful plants in front of me.He was at a loss, and couldn't remember how to go back anyway. He drove the wheelchair around in the garden, going deeper and deeper, until the wheelchair ran out of power and he couldn't move any more.

Then came the downpour, and he was alone in the rain, and to his horror, he couldn't think of such a simple thing anyway.

From this second, he knew that it would not be too long before he and Song Mingzheng were separated.

But that's fine too.

He is more afraid of forgetting than saying goodbye.

Song Mingzheng was the name engraved in his heart, if he would forget it, then he would rather die sooner.

"A Zheng", He Tingzhao called softly, only two words, but no further words.

In fact, he wanted to ask, but he didn't think it was necessary.

Ah Zheng, why didn't you ask me, why didn't you find the servant first and the nurse first, but you directly.

You must know, right, I am not so ignorant.

I can't remember anything about them, just you, I just remember you.

If you die, who will love you.If I forget you.

If I forget you.

Ah Zheng, I'm so scared.

The brief tenderness didn't last long, and He Tingzhao fell into a coma again.When he woke up again, he was awakened by the sound of light rain.

He couldn't remember when the nightmare ended, how long he fell into the black chaos, and at what moment he dreamed of a transparent wind chime, jingling in the crystal-clear rain and dew, the time in the dream is always The progress was so confusing, as if they had grown up in the years that were too confusing to be real.

And the young Song Mingzheng sat side by side with him under the wind chime and the eaves. He shook his slender but energetic legs, letting Song Mingzheng hold his hand tightly, and spread out a book of love poems that are a bit heavy for boys.There are ancient words, waka, and Western sonnet rhythms in it. The deep voice is mixed with the shallow rain, and it is the voice of his loved one.

It would be nice if the reality was as sweet and illusory as this, but unfortunately the reality is only illusory to the point of cruelty.

He Tingzhao quietly opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was a head of fluffy black hair, and half of a face full of exhaustion but still so handsome and dazzling.A piece of warmth covered his vaguely sensitive right wrist, and He Tingzhao only guessed from experience that it was Song Mingzheng's hand.That feeling is not real in his cognition, but he has always liked it, and such a hazy touch is also something he cherishes.The inside of the palm was covered with a thin layer of sweat, and the fingers were intertwined, like the hearts of two people pulling the atrium.He Tingzhao just moved his fingertips with a force that he couldn't even feel. Song Mingzheng raised his face carelessly as if awakened from a nightmare. With a little green beard, it can be seen that he has not taken care of himself seriously for several days, has not gone out, and has not even taken a step away from this hospital bed.

I have slept for so long, he must be very worried.

Both of them were at a loss for words for a moment, and in the room shrouded in silence, there were only bits of sound that fluctuated regularly, like a certain love poem of confrontation and neatness in childhood.

"Baby, wake up." Song Mingzheng smiled, gentleness is probably the pronoun for him in He Tingzhao's eyes at this moment.Song Mingzheng rang the bell, and doctors and nurses came in one after another. Oxygen, heart rate monitoring, EEG, and all kinds of complicated and boring instruments were expensive, but they were all available at home.They are updated every year, but in the past many years, He Tingzhao never thought that he would have the day when he would really use them. "Let the doctor take another look."

"A Zheng..."

He Tingzhao was basically still murmuring unconsciously, his right hand moved, and Song Mingzheng held the distorted palm vaguely.The doctors and nurses consciously left some space for them. Song Mingzheng took a towel and wiped He Tingzhao's face. That was the only place in his body where he could feel. Here." After a few more words, Song Mingzheng realized that his voice was unbearably hoarse, but in fact he didn't feel any fatigue.

"It will be over soon, Xiao Zhao", he leaned down, and kept whispering in He Tingzhao's ear, his assurances were more like telling himself "It won't be long...you wait for me, we have lifetime…"

lifetime?lifetime.

He Tingzhao squinted his eyes slightly, looking very satisfied. He always only listened to such promises as love words, but it would be useful at any time.

Ah Zheng, but a lifetime can be long or short.

The doctor was busy in front of him, leaving only a few short shadows at a high speed.Those people were all wearing the same white shirts and the same white masks, they were all as boring as a dreamless night, He Tingzhao couldn't take his eyes off Song Mingzheng at all.

He was very tired, but he still refused to close his eyes.

People, even if you are by your side, you will lose one side after seeing each other.

Song Mingzheng knelt on the ground, holding half of his body vaguely.That flawless face slowly enlarged in He Tingzhao's pupils, and finally there was a gentle hickey.

"Hey, if you have nothing to do, sleep again, sleep again," Song Mingzheng comforted in a warm voice, but the doctors and nurses next to him seemed to be non-existent, and their movements were almost inaudible, making his voice infinitely amplified in He Tingzhao's ears , passed into the deepest mind.

"A Zheng, you", the words fell lightly, and a circle of white mist sprayed out from the mask. He Tingzhao's chest was under the quilt, and it was still clear after jumping and falling, "Do you want...leave me?"

"No", Song Mingzheng listened carefully, and smiled with his head down, "How could I leave you? I will always love you."

"Where are you going?" He Tingzhao spoke with difficulty, and the gentleness revealed in Qingjun's brows and eyes hides the understanding of years of companionship, "You want to go... Ah Zheng, why are you so busy?"

He had an unrealistic worry and hallucinatory premonition that if he let go now, he would lose the man in front of him forever.

why.

But he has been there for more than ten years, and he is not the one who can decide who to let go first.

"I'm not going anywhere", Song Mingzheng knelt on the side of the bed and looked at him with his chin propped up, kissed the back of that limp and useless hand, which was raised by him to be soft and not stiff at all, but it was very comfortable to kiss "I just want You, so you have to stay with me all the time."

He Tingzhao didn't speak any more.

Among Song Mingzheng's slender fingers, the flimsy fingertips were so weak that they bent down softly and lightly tapped on the back of Song Mingzheng's hand.

Song Mingzheng lowered his eyelids, his long eyelashes concealed the enduring affection.They have too much tacit understanding, too much familiarity, he knows He Tingzhao's expectation, just like He Tingzhao also understands his fear.

Some words can stop here.