private romance

Compared with disappointment, He Tingzhao's expression at that moment can be called astonishment.

He knew Song Mingzheng too well, and the way they got along was like this. He Tingzhao would often make some requests that seemed too pampered. No matter whether Song Mingzheng answered or not, he just hoped that he would not look so lifeless and lifeless.

His Ah Zheng was only in his twenties, so he should also be happy.

But he was rarely turned down.He Tingzhao could accurately judge Song Mingzheng's mood from his tone, whether he really refused or was waiting for him to act like a baby.What's more, he is actually very measured, knows where the line is, and will not make requests that make it difficult for Song Mingzheng to balance.

In fact, you don't have to go out at all, even if you really hope that your lover is by your side.

He was very sensible, but it was hard for He Tingzhao not to be sad when such a small request was directly rejected.

After all, he is a pampered person.

"Then... you are going out tomorrow... okay, you just go." He Tingzhao was stunned for a few seconds, and Song Mingzheng just knelt beside him like this, quietly waiting for him to recover without saying a word first .

Their pupils intertwined with each other, and at every moment in the long years, they were projected into each other's eyes like this moment, and then turned into a gentle amber of thousands of years.

"Let's go home earlier," He Tingzhao shrugged, the entire arm can only be driven by the shoulder, and finally connected to the useless palm.The only stiff index finger that was straight but could not be bent was rubbed against the palm of his hand, Quan Zuo was the only provocation, "I just said I'm not going anywhere...I still hear it", Song Mingzheng just leaned quietly Beside him, listening to these difficult and trivial words, he didn't argue a word.

He was always more silent than usual when he felt guilty.

"Okay, it's okay." He Tingzhao shook his head, and quickly put away his emotions. He couldn't do too many actions, so he smiled at Song Mingzheng and tried to get him to eliminate his negative emotions. I'm here, don't worry about me."

"I'm sorry." Song Mingzheng apologized softly. For him, the only mistake was that he spent too little time with He Tingzhao, and nothing else was a problem.There has never been a balance in his life, and everything is only He Tingzhao, his lover who grew up with him. "When you feel better, let's go to Seljalandsfoss."

Go and see the rainbow there.

"Then let's bask in the sun with me today." He Tingzhao smiled and didn't agree directly.There are too many words about the future, and it is hard to tell which sentence is really achievable.But what people can have is always only the present "A Zheng, half a day, half a day is always okay?"

"Okay, put on some more clothes, don't catch a cold." Song Mingzheng got up straight away, and if he asked him to say something about refusing, he wished he could stab himself, "Take a look around."

His wandering is to go to sit on the terrace for a while, which can be regarded as an agreement between two people.

The house they live in now is still where Song Mingzheng lived when he first arrived in S City, and then he drifted away with He Tingzhao for almost two years. Did not move again.So if he really wants to say it, his memories of this place have become all related to this person around him.

The terrace is large, and the garden is downstairs.Song Mingzheng didn't let people pruning them deliberately, so they grew wantonly, and the vines climbed everywhere, forming a dense and spectacular net. Looking down from the top, it looked romantic and crazy, just like their owners.

Under their protection, there is an entire garden of Casablanca. After a long time, this lily has become entangled with vines and connected by veins, forming a rather unique and strange scene.

Song Mingzheng pushed He Tingzhao's wheelchair over, put a recliner on the terrace, put his arm behind his head, so that he could slowly move the person onto his shoulders for him to lean on.It seems that after the last attack, He Tingzhao became much weaker, leaning against Song Mingzheng's arms, his whole body was limp without any support.Adjust the position of his head on the shoulders so that he will not lean back during the transfer process. Put the immobile left hand on the abdomen and put it on the abdomen, then slowly lift him up horizontally at the bend of the legs, and transfer to the other side recliner.

Song Mingzheng only dared to straighten up slowly, for fear that the sudden change of position brought to He Tingzhao would make him dizzy.

Under the loose pajamas, the slender legs wrapped in foot-wrapped cotton shoes swayed slightly, and the arc of the fall was particularly obvious.Song Mingzheng hugged him very firmly and carefully, he would not fail to hug He Tingzhaolai, but he hoped that his lover could be comfortable in this short 2 minutes.

No matter how lightly his movements were, He Tingzhao was still a little dizzy with this high and low lifting.Song Mingzheng helped him cover the blanket, leaned on the armrest of the recliner and stared at him silently.Only after He Tingzhao could open his eyes did he dare to go back to his room and ask the housekeeper to bring some snacks up.

He Tingzhao didn't have much to eat, and the two of them often had such moments a few years ago, when Song Mingzheng would personally mix two glasses of soda, hold one in his hand, and feed him with a straw in the other hand.Later, his health became worse and worse, and gradually he couldn't see the wind. Song Mingzheng mostly preferred to let him lie on the bed, even though he actually preferred to look at the starry sky and clouds outside.

"It's too cold." Song Mingzheng stretched his long legs, turned over and sat on the edge of the terrace, next to He Tingzhao, took a sip of the drink and frowned, "I'll ask them to change to another."

"It's so hot," He Tingzhao blinked at Song Mingzheng.Xu Shi was in a better mood and smiled extraordinarily brightly.Song Mingzheng loves the way he smiles so much. He just thinks that it only interprets the four words "touching eyebrows and eyes", which is better than thousands of outstanding appearances in the world. "I hear you wearing so many clothes." , you have to let me eat something comfortable."

"No, if you have to drink, I'll drink it first and then feed it to you with my mouth." Song Mingzheng pointed at the balcony with his slender fingers, and turned to talk to He Tingzhao.But he didn't really mean to change the drink again. When he pampered He Tingzhao, he was always indulgent and arrogant, and he wouldn't listen to anyone's words, even if it was the doctor's "You don't find it disgusting."

"Ah Zheng helps me change diapers every day and doesn't think I'm disgusting." He Tingzhao raised his eyebrows when he heard this. They have been together for so many years, and they can say anything.Song Mingzheng is a taciturn character by nature, and only when he is alone like this can he show a little love.

There are not many times when we can see each other like this, but it has never been worn out.

"Besides, we Ah Zheng are so good-looking." He Tingzhao raised his right arm tremblingly, and let it hang down on the small table beside him.His fingers were tightly clenched and closed into a fist, and they were clasped in the palm of his hand. He had to press down hard, so that the fork inserted into the fruit could be "smashed" into the gap between his fingers by him, and then leaned against the contracted The muscles were passively clamped, "Feeding me with my mouth is my wish."

Song Mingzheng just looked at him quietly and didn't go up to help.If He Tingzhao's hand falls off, he will help him pick it up again.In fact, this is a process of patience for Song Mingzheng, but there are some things that cannot be helped.

To love someone, you have to keep his only self-esteem, and then slowly transform that self-esteem into something that makes him proud.

My boy, I will always love you and I will always be proud of you.

He Tingzhao raised his arm and picked up a piece of dragon fruit danglingly.He wasn't wearing a brace, and his whole arm was shaking visibly to the naked eye, and his limp palms naturally drooped when his wrists were raised.He Tingzhao shook his wrist twice at Song Mingzheng, showing a somewhat smug look, "Come and eat."

Song Mingzheng's lips curled up in an arc, blooming flamboyantly.

The young man turned over and jumped off the balcony, the posture was the same as when He Tingzhao saw him for the first time more than ten years ago when he climbed over the fence.

Some habits have not changed from childhood to youth, just like he always loves someone.

He bent down, bit off the fruit that was about to slip off the drooping fork, and then drank the drink in his hand.

Leaned over.

His lips were soft and sweet, greasy like melted fruit and the milk tea that He Tingzhao hadn't drunk for many years.

Just like they do every day.