private romance

It is really Song Mingzheng's habit to wake up early and prepare breakfast himself.He Tingzhao's likes and dislikes are familiar to everyone, and what he avoids is even more familiar. His tastes have become highly overlapped with He Tingzhao's in the years of living together.So whether He Tingzhao really likes to hate these things, or he just followed Song Mingzheng's lead, is the secret between each other.

Song Mingzheng stewed the porridge, and it would take a while. If it wasn't soft enough to melt in the mouth, he wouldn't have fed it to He Tingzhao at all.He Tingzhao was not so weak that he couldn't even swallow a mouthful of porridge, and eating was not a very difficult task, but some things were on Song Mingzheng's heart, and he was afraid that he would be wronged.Song Mingzheng did this carefully for him, and He Tingzhao knew in his heart that with his body, he couldn't give Song Mingzheng any feedback in life, but whenever Song Mingzheng fed him, He Tingzhao would make trouble for him. Smiling, "Ah Zheng, it's overcooked, there's no taste in your mouth, kiss me, make me sweeter", with pursed lips, waiting for Song Mingzheng to come up to him and kiss him.

It's not He Tingzhao who is so sweet, it's Song Mingzheng who is sweet, his whole heart has been sweetened.

Song San looks fierce, but he is actually quite coaxing.He Tingzhao's parents often came to visit him from Dongcheng. In fact, the family was not at ease with his body like this, but every time he could hear He Tingzhao say that after all these years, he was really taken care of. good looking.

People who live a good life can always tell that they are very happy at a glance.

Song Mingzheng returned to the bedroom lightly, with little movement and almost no sound. It was still early, and he was not in a hurry to get He Tingzhao up. He still had time to urinate for He Tingzhao and massage for a while.

He went to the bed and sat down, turning the temperature up a bit.Then I fetched a new towel and called hot water, and the temperature just happened to rise when I came back.Feel free to unbutton a few pajamas, the temperature is indeed too hot for ordinary people.

Throwing off the quilt, slowly bent He Tingzhao's paralyzed leg, and then turned his back gently to one side. After finishing this, He Tingzhao's hands were still awkwardly placed just now, Song Mingzheng held two tender white palms and placed them by his sides, and then he changed his posture.This is convenient for taking off the diapers that He Tingzhao changed earlier, and when tearing off the Velcro, you should try to slow down as much as possible to avoid making noise.

In fact, Song Mingzheng didn't pay attention to many things deliberately, because after doing too much for too long, he has naturally formed the habit of taking good care of the person in his heart.

Diapers don't contain much urine, only very little liquid.Song Mingzheng rubbed his palms to warm them up, and put them on He Tingzhao's lower abdomen for a while. He Tingzhao's stomach, which has been paralyzed for many years, is indeed not small. The layer of fat and soft flesh on his stomach swayed gently with his hands, but Song Mingzheng felt that it looked very cute on He Tingzhao's body.

□□A small trickle came out again. It wasn't that He Tingzhao drank less water, but that he changed Song Mingzheng frequently, so that he wouldn't be like other patients who were so full that the diapers were bulging. Putting on a new one, the Velcro is torn off, and there is a smell everywhere, and the patient is uncomfortable and the people who take care of it are also uncomfortable.If Song Mingzheng was not around, he would explain the same to the nurse here in Xicheng.

A few times when He Tingzhao went back to his home, the caregivers at home were not as careful as Song Mingzheng, but they were still conscientious. He Tingzhao didn't feel too wronged, but Song Mingzheng was annoyed when he brought him back.He Tingzhao leaned against the bed and giggled at his irritable appearance, "Everyone is Ah Zheng."

How can anyone be as nice to me as you are.

"No," Song Mingzheng said angrily, "No one can treat Xiao Zhao badly."

When He Tingzhao heard the words, he waved his drooping right hand lightly, and Song Mingzheng went to the bedside and lay quietly beside him, with a very aggrieved expression, as if he was the one who hadn't been taken good care of.

The deformed palm slowly rubbed against his face, and He Tingzhao said softly, "Then Ah Zheng don't leave me, and no one will treat me badly."

we will be together forever.

Back then Song Mingzheng swore to him in front of the hospital bed that he would treat him well forever, and he would never be wronged.

Now, it's time for He Tingzhao to comfort him, he wants to swear to Song Mingzheng, I really believe that you will treat me well forever, and I have not been wronged at all.

After changing the diapers, Song Mingzheng went to the bathroom to wash his hands, and when he came back, he sat on the bedside and gave He Tingzhao a massage. He carefully took his right hand, but that hand moved slightly, and the stiff index finger poked his palm mischievously. .

"Are you awake?" Song Mingzheng leaned over and kissed his sleepy lover, "Is it still disturbing you?"

"Sleepy", He Tingzhao was in a daze, and only knew to move towards Song Mingzheng's direction, but of course his body didn't respond and had no effect. Song Mingzheng leaned down by himself, touched He Tingzhao's face, and put his The upper body was hugged in his arms, "Sleep again? It's still early." The oxygen mask came one after another, and white mist appeared quickly. He Tingzhao was already trying his best to adjust his breathing when he woke up. "Ah Zheng...do you want to leave today?"

"Don't go," Song Mingzheng laughed softly, "I've been here for the past few days, let's sleep again."

He Tingzhao let go of his strength, and now he relaxes.

"Ah Zheng, I want to hug."

Song Mingzheng just smiled, and kissed He Tingzhao's fair face several times, without daring to stop the oxygen, "It'll be a while, I have to get up slowly, or I'll be very dizzy again."

"I'm dizzy no matter what," He Tingzhao closed his eyes and gasped for breath, "Today I even made an appointment with a rehabilitation therapist, please pick me up."

Song Mingzheng wrapped his hands around He Tingzhao's hair, twirling the strands of hair around his fingers, the other hand was still holding his back vaguely, hugging him in his arms, stroking the loose skin " Xiao Zhao, if you can't take it... just stop, it doesn't matter if I take care of you a little more." Now it's not like before, He Tingzhao's heart has become his top priority, and he collapsed during rehabilitation once In the past, with his mouth wide open and his limbs twitching, Song Mingzheng rushed in and hugged him, scared out of his wits.

"Fool, I'm the one who wants to be better." He Tingzhao laughed softly. He looked extremely weak just after waking up, but his eyes looking at Song Mingzheng were extremely clear.It's just this appearance that always makes Song Mingzheng feel distressed, "I'm not afraid that you will be tired, the third master is really self-indulgent." He slowly moved his right hand, and his stiff index finger fell on Song Mingzheng's unbuttoned chest. After poking it a few times, the white and thin fingertips seemed to be not as strong as Song Mingzheng's muscles. "Fortunately, it won't get better, but I paralyze such a useless body every day, and I can't watch it become more and more ugly."

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, He Tingzhao knew he had made a slip of the tongue.He has been injured for a long time, and Song Mingzheng hurts him so much that he doesn't know what to do. If there were stars and moons that he couldn't pick up before, if he wanted to say something after he was paralyzed, Song Mingzheng would have to find a way to pick them off for him.People live well, so they don't think so much. He can walk out and see things, but Song Mingzheng can't.Usually he has to worry about what to say, he can tease it himself, but Song Mingzheng doesn't know how uncomfortable it is.

He Tingzhao looked up, and Song Mingzheng's face collapsed as expected, as if He Tingzhao said it wasn't him but him, "Xiao Zhao, you can't say that, you will be fine", and slightly retracted the hand on the back After a while, he hugged He Tingzhao tightly, "I love you, I love you, you can't say that, I'm going to be sad, I'm sorry, Xiao Zhao, I'm sorry for you."

"I'm sorry." He Tingzhao coaxed him with a gentle smile. The oxygen mask hadn't been taken off yet. He laughed and gasped, looking weak, but he always looked in a good mood. "Ah Zheng, I am wrong, okay? I am not good-looking, Ah Zheng will like me too, I know, I think about it, I think about it myself." He buried his head in Song Mingzheng's chest and slowly rubbed "I love you too" You, Ah Zheng didn't feel sorry for me, why do you keep saying it? I've been saying it for over ten years." He laughed out loud, as if he disliked Song Mingzheng's naivety, but he was gentle and considerate "If you really feel sorry for me, just keep saying it. Please make it up to me."

I am also willing to live well for you.

Song Mingzheng was silent and hugged him for a long time.But it wasn't completely unresponsive. He stretched out his hand and patted He Tingzhao's back gently. He had a long and long conversation, and he was really tired. He just nestled in Song Mingzheng's arms like this. Give the other person time to breathe.

After a while, He Tingzhao moved, rubbing against Song Mingzheng and saying that he was going to get up.Song Mingzheng responded softly, and slowly put the delicate body in his arms flat, and then raised the head of the bed slightly, so that He Tingzhao could sit up a bit.After a while, turn it up again, and give him enough time to adapt slowly without feeling dizzy.Because Song Mingzheng felt that it would be best not to feel uncomfortable at all, rather than getting over it slowly after being uncomfortable. At most, it would be troublesome and waste a little time.After repeating this four or five times, finally He Tingzhao didn't have much trouble leaning against the head of the bed.

"Xiao Zhao, don't pick it up yet, I'll let you get used to it, if it's too uncomfortable, we'll wait," Song Mingzheng told He Tingzhao carefully.Seeing him put on a familiar smile, and then slightly nodded in agreement, he started to move.He pressed his palm against He Tingzhao's abdomen, and slightly loosened the oxygen mask with the other hand. He Tingzhao frowned slightly, but he quickly let go, and blinked to indicate that Song Mingzheng was fine.Song Mingzheng stopped taking the oxygen further away, let him adapt to breathing on his own step by step, and finally took it off completely.

He Tingzhao was seriously injured and got sick late, but he was in better spirits than others.If there is a reason, there is no reason, it is nothing more than this, it is good to be taken care of all the time.

Some people don't find him troublesome, some people are willing to spend more time and energy in exchange for his physical comfort, some people treat him well, that's all.So even though it has naturally developed to an irreversible level, except for a few sudden attacks without warning, He Tingzhao felt the feeling of dyspnea and angina.

Most of the time, he will always forget these, and have the illusion that he can indeed live with Song Mingzheng for a long time.