private romance

Loneliness sounds hypocritical, but in fact, he really doesn't feel anything, and it doesn't matter.

It's just like telling a story, using half my life to describe how to be lucky enough to be loved.Then he suddenly withdrew these favors, he couldn't convince himself, couldn't accept it, and couldn't face the sudden parting.

No matter whether a person is capable or not, at this time, he always has to compete with God.

Song Mingzheng originally wanted to straighten up, but sat back silently. He turned half of his face to the side, and he and his lover looked at each other silently again.He Tingzhao was leaning halfway on the bedside to look at him, unconsciously, his eyes became warm and crystal clear.He seldom cried, and Song Mingzheng protected him very well. In fact, he had never felt such a sore nose in these years.

"Ah Zheng...just talk to me", He Tingzhao called out to him, his voice was not pleasant, but the tenderness and grievance there instantly pulled Song Mingzheng's thoughts into the abyss.But his voice sounded sad, and Song Mingzheng looked back, but he smiled at him again, "I can't... I can't, I'm still alive, Ah Zheng was so scared that he wanted to run away, you still have to take care of me."

The corner of her lips lifted up, but a tear fell down the end of her eye.Song Mingzheng seemed to see only it, and stretched out his hand in a daze, caressing his lover's face, but the drops of water that his fingertips missed had already fallen on his collar and disappeared quietly.

"Don't cry..." Song Mingzheng seemed to wake up suddenly. He seemed to have had a long dream in a very short period of time. He had seen the half of his life that he was forced to move forward in a strange way, but the past ten years have been warm and inviting. And there is no way to pull away no matter what, "Xiao Zhao, don't cry, I was wrong, I was wrong, don't cry."

"Oh, what are you doing wrong?" He Tingzhao smiled, turned his head slightly, and leaned half of his face on Song Mingzheng's palm, "If you have nothing to do, you always apologize, or you are sorry for me, where are you?"

"Ah Zheng, did I never tell you, just to do it again."

"Even if it happens again, I will still block it for you."

"That's why I'm paralyzed." He Tingzhao spoke slowly, his voice was not loud, and he had to make sure that Song Mingzheng heard every word clearly, and it was best not to forget it forever.

If you can't forget him, remember what he said.

"I don't blame you, I don't blame you for the matter itself, and I don't blame you myself."

I love you, I am willing to sacrifice, it is all voluntary, it is my wishful thinking.You don't owe me, and you don't have to pay it back.

The shackles are too heavy, I can't bear you to carry them.

"I know."

Of course I know that a person like me is not responsible to anyone, and you are no exception.

But I love you too.

When Song Mingzheng made a sound, his voice was hoarse as if he had smoked ten packs of cigarettes.He seemed to be inherently passive in speaking and communicating, and he couldn't seem too enthusiastic in front of He Tingzhao.It's just a good thing that they knew each other well enough to lean close to each other, and the power of language dissipated in a moment.

It's just that he still wants to say it.

If you don't say some things, Song Mingzheng will also feel scared, but it's not too late.I originally thought that we had a lifetime to talk slowly, or I was nice to you, so I didn't have to talk about it.

But you still want to hear it.

"Xiao Zhao, I," Song Mingzheng organized his words in a panic without a clue.He lowered his head slightly, his eyes shifted around, erratically.

It just so happened that He Tingzhao was in poor health and had been raised for several years. In 13, same-sex marriage was legalized in France, so he followed him to get married.After a contract was signed, Song Mingzheng, who was destined to ride above the law, obeyed its rules for the first time, and gave He Tingzhao an upright identity in a gentle and gentle manner.

A lover is a lover.It's a partner, a close friend, a relative, not the third master's bed partner, not the third master's lover, but Song Mingzheng's only lover.

Before that, people on the road always liked to describe his face in a colorful way, and his life was legendary.But they will all ignore the existence of He Tingzhao, and they will also ignore that He Tingzhao was injured for him back then.

Song Mingzheng didn't like it very much.

From then on, some people said that he was in love, and some people said that he was willing to marry a paralyzed man, but he was actually a fool with no brains.

Song Mingzheng didn't really care much about it. There were too many rumors, and he didn't even bother to answer them.They had no wedding, and their life before and after marriage was no different.But Song Mingzheng was deeply impressed, he made a long and long vow to He Tingzhao that night.

Just as tense as now.

"Xiao Zhao, to be honest, I don't know how long I will love you." He Tingzhao was in good health at that time, and they often had time to look at the moon outside the window together.

On the night of their wedding, the moon was very round and beautiful.

He hugged him in his arms, and the paralyzed He Tingzhao could only be trapped by him so as not to slip down.The whole body is very soft, with his legs hanging between his legs, and a pair of drooping soles hung on his loose ankles. The ankle joints are protruding, but the soles of the feet are soft.A pair of paralyzed feet rubbed against Song Mingzheng's feet crookedly, and the toes just touched his ankles.

It is no exaggeration, he did have the real feeling of embracing the whole world.

"But I used to love you so much, and I still do now. I am loving every minute and every second I am with you." The meaning of not loving you in the future...Xiao Zhao, I love you, I don't know how to say it."

"Okay, I know." He Tingzhao patiently listened to his nervous oath that he didn't know what he was talking about, and smiled softly at him.The held soft palm gently rubbed against him, bit his lip mischievously during the kiss, and finally comforted him patiently, "A Zheng, then I think you will love me forever."

Moonlight cherished them very much, and they still had a normal nightlife at that time.Close the curtains, the hustle and bustle is quiet, the dream is beautiful, and life is really happy.

"I'm selfish, you can't leave me." He leaned over and hugged He Tingzhao, who was already a little unreliable, and his body kept sliding, and then unknowingly lifted him from his embrace, "I can't...I can't do it alone. You I'm going to die...but I, I'm in my twenties, I don't want to die, so you can't, you can't..."

Song Mingzheng's words were so chaotic that his body gradually trembled slightly.He Tingzhao was surrounded by him quietly, listening to him, giving him strength, and waiting for him to calm down.

He would always comfort Song Mingzheng, but not today.

This is destined to be more memorable to Song Mingzheng than the distant 2013.

Sometimes He Tingzhao would quarrel with him, and when he was helpless, he would always shake his head and say that He Tingzhao was a child.What child, child, little baby, those cute words can all be used on the lover.

But in this relationship, it has always been himself who needs to grow up.

"A Zheng, don't be sad." After a long while, the quiet body in his arms finally responded. He couldn't control his body, and he probably wasn't in a good posture when he was hugged, but in Song Mingzheng's arms, everything seemed to be in order. It's natural and calm, "Sooner or later, I will come. It's enough for you to cry for me a few times and let me listen. For the rest of the time, if you feel lonely, find someone to accompany you."

"I beg you, you have to live well."