private romance

Song Mingzheng's eyes were a little red, He Tingzhao looked at him tenderly, it seemed that this also made his own eyes sore, they didn't seem to dare to blink anymore.

After a while, He Tingzhao grinned.

"elder brother…"

"I'm in so much pain..."

Song Mingzheng's tears fell instantly.

His Xiao Zhao is strong and gentle, never giving in, and never showing weakness.

He couldn't bear it for a moment, he couldn't bear it any longer.

As for the donor, the sooner the better, the operation must be performed as soon as possible.

He has always been a silent man, but he has never been silent.

There was crackling and restlessness outside the window again, and the continuous cloudy sky continued, and it rained heavily this night.

In the other corner of the city, Boris still heard the voice that he wanted to avoid no matter what, the voice that He Tingzhao was thinking about.

Before connecting the phone with his almost trembling fingers, he sighed and sipped the last sip of dry red. There was still sticky scarlet on the wall of the tulip-shaped cup, like the undried blood of a life fragrance.It's just that there is too much helplessness in this world, but it's not like other creatures are as comfortable as the wind.

He comes from the hometown of this bottle of red wine, the other half of the earth, a country where guns are legal. For this doctor who has been wandering between black and white all year round, it is by no means the first time he has been confronted at gunpoint. allow.

However, that was definitely the first time he had received such a gaze, it was some kind of raptor ready to go, gathering anger, anxiety and impatience in a sharp ice mound, but his reason was already as thin as a thin layer that was about to melt. Ice and blood-colored magma seem to erupt under the snow field at any moment, putting him and everyone related to him in danger.However, that was the most sincere and pure gaze, anyone could see through the desire in it at a glance, he would only go crazy for He Tingzhao.His desire is so pure, so clean, so impeccable, there is no room for negotiation.

"What's the matter?" The deep male voice on the phone was obviously a lot hoarse. According to a doctor's first reaction was to persuade the other party to quit smoking, this impulse was restrained by Boris.

"Cough, please prepare the donor. It's better to send it here. It's more convenient. The preliminary preparations are in place. Let it stand here for about a week before you can start trying. We will manually adjust it, just like repairing a machine."

"Why did it take so long?" After every word, Song Mingzheng lowered his voice, he was still calm, but obviously with strong impatience.He has lived for more than 20 years, and spent half of his time in the sea of ​​swords and flames. Ten years ago, even the enemies killed him at the door of his house without bowing his head. Now he can't bear it anymore. Apart from worrying about He Tingzhao's health, there are many more. A sense of anger at one's own inability to do anything.Of course he knew that no matter how anxious he was, he couldn't be in a hurry for a while, but as long as he thought of his lover's pale and weak face, those eternally unstable breathing, and the fading of memory similar to Alzheimer's disease, Song Mingzheng felt his throat was dry and dry. After a long time, blood came up, and I couldn't suppress the irritability no matter how much I smoked.

"Don't worry, just treat it as disinfecting and adjusting the experimental equipment before the experiment begins." Burris has seen too many big men, and he tried to respond in a seasoned tone, but he knew he couldn't hide the war in the end Jing "I guarantee that Young Master He will not have any problems during this period of time."

The other party simply hung up the phone without any intention of continuing the chat.Burris understood that his previous tactful sophistication was useless, and he could not win time and conditions from Song Mingzheng, because what that man wanted was for the doctor to react as quickly as after being stabbed by a knife edge.He picked up the empty glass with a light red mark, as if he saw the corpse that was about to be emptied and wiped out.If it was me ten years ago, I'm afraid he would moisten his blue eyes, but now, Boris has lost the ability to cry.

He knows exactly what he should do.

——"Mu Chenyuan."

In two different places, two different voices sounded at the same time.But one sighed in pity, and the other gritted his teeth calmly.

Mu Chenyuan didn't know the hell in front of him, he was sitting alone in a room that didn't belong to him, humming softly in a wheelchair.There is a computer in the room, and he carries a digital tablet with him, but his work efficiency is not very good.As the night passed, he barely drew anything, and tapped his fingers on the armrests of his wheelchair, his out-of-tune riffs were the only human smoke in the room.But Mu Chenyuan didn't care that much. The image of Song Mingzheng walking towards him in his imagination filled his heart like sunlight. If his soft legs were lucky enough to have some strength left, Mu Chenyuan would even shake them like a primary school student .

It's nice to be in love, it's a joy to be in love.

Perhaps it is true, just as the center of a typhoon is the most peaceful place, the prey may also look at the predator with loving eyes before being bitten to pieces.

— A deep black shadow covered Mu Chenyuan's figure, and he looked so small when curled up in the wheelchair, it seemed that he was about to dissolve in this shadow.

"Brother, did you come back so early today?" Mu Chenyuan was startled, and turned his wheelchair around. At that moment, his eyes were filled with spring water, and he grinned with his lips parted, his little tiger teeth glistening. "Did you buy breakfast? There is a restaurant at the door that tastes good. If you don't buy it, let's go downstairs to eat together."

This sound of brother almost rushed directly to Song Mingzheng's Tianling cover, and he immediately recalled He Tingzhao's weak appearance lying on the bed.Unknowingly, he gave this little trash in front of him too many privileges, wasted too much time and energy, and even failed to properly accompany the person he loved.

It was as if at this moment, he had clearly agreed to He Tingzhao, but he still wanted to come out and take Mu Chenyuan to the doctor for an examination when he was sleeping peacefully.He had to calculate the time, so that he could go back before He Tingzhao woke up, "I can't eat today, go out", Song Mingzheng's deep voice almost made the room colder, but Mu Chenyuan obviously didn't notice, he even said it naturally It would be wrong, so he nodded vigorously.

"It's okay, I can push it myself. My legs are useless, and it's not that I don't have long hands." He joked as usual, and gently pushed away Song Mingzheng's hand that was about to touch the wheelchair, then lowered his head quietly, and secretly used his forehead The hair covered the smile on his face when he touched Song Mingzheng's finger.

Song Mingzheng was expressionless, all of this made him uncontrollably sick.He didn't bother to argue with Mu Chen, so he went back to his room, changed his clothes, and washed his hands by the way.

In fact, he has always had a cleanliness.

Mu Chenyuan has survived alone since he was a child, and he has never been slow. Even if he fell into the vortex of love called Song Mingzheng, for this reason, he would not still be unable to see the abnormality of the other party.In the early morning of this day, Mu Chenyuan felt the coolness in the early morning. He knocked on the door of Song Mingzheng's bedroom, and said in a sweet voice, "Brother, put on more clothes. It rained last night, and it's so cold outside."

In fact, he didn't want to go out, no matter where he went, his joints hurt so much on cloudy days, especially the two useless legs that dragged and crawled on the ground when he was a child.

But Song Mingzheng will go wherever Song Mingzheng asks him to go. No matter what, he just needs to be obedient. The future is long.He was always able to comfort himself, and suddenly smiled again, after all, it was just an ordinary morning.

"Brother, where are we going?"

"Hospital." Song Mingzheng turned his head to look at him, Ruifeng's eyes were extremely beautiful, and his pupils were as deep as the sea, like an abyss.

"Going to rebuild so early?" Mu Chenyuan pouted, aggrieved, "Brother, I'm so sleepy..."

The violent elevator bell interrupted Mu Chenyuan's smiling prelude, and Song Mingzheng was side by side with him in the elevator, the two of them stood and sat down, and fell straight down together.

"It's okay." Song Mingzheng chuckled, and his voice sounded in a small space, deep and magnetic, with a slight smile, "I will have more time to sleep in the future."

Before arriving at the place, Mu Chenyuan realized along the road that their destination was still the hospital they had been to last time. He sighed secretly in his heart, it was too expensive here, and Song Mingzheng really couldn't live in it.

This time, he obediently followed Song Mingzheng to the top floor.

Burris was waiting with his lips tightly closed and his fingers crossed. The assistants and nurses standing beside him were also as quiet as dummies. His deep blue eyes were like the deep sea, staring at Mu Chenyuan like a black hole.The air was filled with the smell of disinfectant, covering up all human breaths. The pure white hospital corridors were without any decoration, and they were cleaner than a morgue.

The god of death, who urged the dead to hand over their souls, held up his scythe where Mu Chen could not see, and was preparing to reap his fate.

"Third Master, you are here."

"listen."

Song Mingzheng didn't even look at Boris, but pressed Mu Chenyuan's fragile shoulders, just because he couldn't take it anymore, he hoped this was the last physical contact, no, the last time he saw this face.

This naive, ignorant, and overwhelmed sad face.

"Listen, Mu Chenyuan." Song Mingzheng looked at his smiling face, as if he was expecting him to say something touching, or he hadn't reacted to everything in front of him, and he was ignorant of everything." You stay here well, if you need anything, you can tell them, I only have one request", he raised his eyebrows, and emphasized "Give it to me, okay, okay, stay."

"Got it, where can I go without refunding the money?" Mu Chenyuan stuck out his tongue, liking the close intimacy now. "But what did they call you just now? I didn't hear clearly."

After saying that, he seemed to feel that this was not an important matter. Mu Chenyuan gently held Song Mingzheng's wrist on his shoulder, where there was a string of fine Buddhist beads.

"Brother, will you come to accompany me every day?" He was expecting an answer.

"Of course", Song Mingzheng had a deep meaning, showing Mu Chenyuan's rare smile, and he smiled very genuinely, his face was comparable to the sun, moon and stars, "I will come every day."