private romance

Your name is a mantra, do you know what is good?

For me, that's not something else that can be buried and made up for.

"can."

Song Mingzheng moved his lips. He had just drank water, but his throat seemed to be burned instantly, becoming hot and painful.

The words are soft and the voice is low.His words passed through those electric currents and passed back to He Tingzhao's ears.For a moment, He Tingzhao almost thought he was deaf, and what he was facing in those few seconds was not the Song Mingzheng he could face.

It was his familiar lover, but that side was never given to him.

"Then I will accompany you." The deep voice was like a spell, and no matter how familiar two people are, they couldn't fully understand each other's psychological activities at all times. They could only distinguish whether you were sincere or false, and whether you wanted to be with me. Towards a common desire.

"Wait until you're dead... No. Wait until you're almost dead, Xiao Zhao."

"We die together."

Do you have to talk to me about this question directly, then I can answer you directly.

Actually, I wanted to tell you a long time ago, Song Mingzheng thought.Sometimes his lover is too kind, maybe it was because he was injured too early. Ten years ago, He Tingzhao was forced to pick up a gun. In the following years, he forever cut off those past thoughts and returned to his original innocence.

If not, maybe He Tingzhao has been assimilated and influenced by him now, and has become like him, a cold-blooded animal with no emotion in essence.

In that way, they only have each other in their eyes, without a little compassion for all beings, maybe it will be better, maybe it will be better.

The opposite is true silence quiet again.

The announcement sounded in the hall, and the flight attendant sweetly reminded that the passengers on the connecting flight can prepare to board the plane.

Their phone call can end at this point.

In fact, there is still time, but Song Mingzheng feels that there is always a little space for them to digest the mutual devouring struggles about death and love, and they need a little more courage to balance each other.

He walked slowly to the security check. There was no one in line for the first-class cabin, so he didn't dare to check first unless he went to his subordinates.Originally, Song Mingzheng could go in first.But he was holding the phone, waiting for He Tingzhao's response.

I want to die with you, do you agree?

Just like you didn't care about my rejection back then and chose me, and then stood in front of me.

"Ah Zheng, no."

When I got a response, it overlapped with another announcement from the airport, but Song Mingzheng heard it.

"No."

He repeated it again.

Song Mingzheng didn't continue to ask further questions. It seemed meaningless to him to continue discussing these words. He believed that He Tingzhao clearly understood.

It's as if he has never been afraid of ghosts and gods, nor does he believe in these things.

A person's life is obviously only one life, and no one can say clearly whether there is an afterlife.That being the case, after a person dies, how can he control what the living person does?

If you are alive, you can control me and not harm the world.

He Tingzhao, you are considered a meritorious deed.

"Okay." He smiled, his brows and eyes were lowered, and his lips were tender. "Baby, I'm about to board the plane. You have a good rest and call me if you have anything to do."

"You will not die, and I will live."

It is undeniable to say this.

"Ah Zheng!" He Tingzhao anxiously wanted to say something else, but before he could say it, Song Mingzheng's voice drifted away.

"Wait until I take you home."

He took the initiative to hang up the call.

Just as He Tingzhao was adjusted and hugged, the busy tone in the earphones and dizziness made him feel a little like weightlessness.

At this moment, he still maintains absolute trust. He has never doubted Song Mingzheng's infidelity to him for a moment, even if he saw him take another boy to the bar they used to love to hang out with.He knows Song Mingzheng's temper, and also understands that love is not a constraint.

He asked people from the He family to check his whereabouts, so before passing through the west city, there were still people in the family trying to dissuade him.Those ambiguous words were all worried about the trust between them. If Song Mingzheng had someone outside, and they fought face-to-face, the He family would probably suffer.

Looking at these obscure words, He Tingzhao actually thought it was quite amusing.There is no need to talk about the tacit understanding between them, but there are always other people who worry about them. Occasionally, he can personally feel Song Mingzheng's irritability, and he can also understand his loneliness.

I am indeed afraid of losing you, I am afraid of losing you when I love each other.

But I always feel that this day is coming sooner than death.

Sitting in a wheelchair with the back raised, he was wheeled into the bathroom to wash.At this point, for most people, it is still the beginning of the day.

He Tingzhao glanced at the mirror, he was still quiet, his brows and eyes looked gentle and peaceful, his face didn't look bloody, but he looked like a boy with a good temper, although he was far from being a good-looking person.

He got tired of looking at this face, not to mention this long-paralyzed body.

So Ah Zheng, what on earth are you still attached to me?

I am worthy of you loving me so much, but Ah Zheng, if you atone for your crime, even if you go to jail, you should be released in more than ten years.

This bullet is no debt worth paying off with the rest of your life really.

What's more, I don't regret it.

The nurse squeezed the toothpaste on the electric toothbrush and stuffed it into the slightly exposed gap in his curled hand.He Tingzhao pulled his gaze back from the mirror, leaned on the headrest and nodded his head sideways, "Help me...I haven't recovered recently, so I probably won't be able to raise my hand so high."

It's just a pain that spreads from the chest to the entire shoulder, and it hurts too much to lift.

If you can't hold it, it will fall, and it's really hard for you to clean it up everywhere.

The nurse took the toothbrush out of He Tingzhao's hand as promised.After removing the foreign matter, the gap that was originally propped up was quickly squeezed into a gap by the retracted fingers, and it was no longer visible.If you need to use it next time, you still have to massage your finger joints for a while, and then slowly move your fingers out.Leave some gaps and try to insert some items that He Tingzhao can do for him to try.

The wheelchair was opened a little, because it was a special wheelchair in the bathroom that needed to be washed and changed, so it was much lighter.It's just that He Tingzhao is not bound by the usual electric wheelchair. He has three layers of corsets that are one finger wide around his waist and abdomen. The fat squeezed out of the corsets is thinly bulged. It wasn't very comfortable, but fortunately he didn't feel it, and that was the only way to tie him stiffly to the wheelchair.

The pair of tender feet that were somewhat stuffy just stepped on the pedals without a soft pillow to cushion them, and the toes stretched and shook slightly with some muscle tension.Like a row of little mushrooms growing.

He Tingzhao was taken care of by the nurse and washed up, his brows and eyes drooped slightly, and as usual, he calmly faced his paralyzed body without any ability to take care of himself.

He lost his appetite for breakfast, but after tossing around in the bedroom a few times, it was already nine o'clock in the morning.

It was three poles high in the sun, He Tingzhao was changed into clothes, everything was taken care of, and he sat in a wheelchair and began to do nothing for the day.

Good morning, useless paralytic.

He greeted himself in his heart as in the past, then moved his arm with difficulty, and pressed the calling bell.

"Have all of Song Mingzheng's recent contacts been found out?"