private romance

Helping He Tingzhao change his pajamas and diapers again, Song Mingzheng put thick wool socks on over the nursing socks, wrapping his paralyzed feet round and cute like two little balls.Song Mingzheng thought it was cute, so he smiled and stretched out his hand to gently scratch the soles of his feet. Naturally, the drooping soles of his feet did not respond. He Tingzhao glared at him, but leaned against the head of the bed and smiled at him.

Song Mingzheng was going to see the kitchen, and the nurses came to help He Tingzhao cough up sputum, measure blood pressure, and do some tests. The two nurses entered the room, and only dared to joke with He Tingzhao after Song Mingzheng went out, "I thought the third master was at home. We can't even touch your body anymore", "Nonsense, I'll tell him to be careful", He Tingzhao smiled, one nurse pressed his shoulder, and the other pressed against his stomach and squeezed hard, He Tingzhao Tried coughing twice, felt the phlegm in my throat, but it still didn't come out "Hiss... more... use more force", the girl's strength is not as strong as Song Mingzheng, and the pressure is not tight enough, otherwise He Tingzhao would cough it out in one go, But he wasn't a difficult employer, or even overly lenient.According to his own words, there cannot be two annoying spirits in one family. At that time, Song Mingzheng was beside him, gave him an aggrieved look, and continued to massage him.

Coughing a mouthful of clear phlegm, He Tingzhao's throat immediately felt much more comfortable, but the force was also burning.The nurse had sharp eyesight and quick hands, and brought the straw to his lips, while protecting his neck, and asked him to drink "Young Master He, moisten the throat". After He Tingzhao took two sips, he knew that the fruit tea in the past had become a health-preserving herbal tea , smiled and said, "You really listened to Song San, and changed the water for me again. The taste is really bad." The little nurse stuck out her tongue, "You tell the third master, we dare not, if the third master transfers us We can't see you anymore, I miss you so much", "Why are you so sweet?" They played with He Tingzhao's body, and He Tingzhao was also willing to chat with them. Let Song Mingzheng handle it. Most of the people he chooses are young. On weekdays, if Song Mingzheng is not around and can chat with him, some bold girls will call him Brother Xiaohe and whisper to him.He also responded with a smile, really like a younger brother and sister, "Didn't you switch shifts two days ago and say you had a fight with your boyfriend?"

"You know this." The little girl blushed and rubbed her hands to He Tingzhao and complained, "I've seen too much of the third master, and I feel like he's nothing, so we broke up."

He was in a good mood when he heard Zhao and the others joke a few words.It's just that the door creaked, and all the happy atmosphere came to an abrupt end. He turned his head to look sideways, and glared at Song Mingzheng, "Look, it scares people. Song San, can you smile more?"

He was leaning against the head of the bed, with a pillow stuffed behind him, his upper body was sitting fairly straight, but his chest was protruding downwards, which looked rather disharmonious.The two slack paralyzed legs were arranged into a <>, in the shape of a big book title, a soft pillow was placed under the slightly swollen knees, and the feet were turned sideways relative to the insteps, quietly limp.

His body is really not good-looking at all, He Tingzhao's injury is too high, although the limbs have not shrunk to the point of disproportion, no amount of careful maintenance can cover the disability.In order to maintain stability, he had to hook his head to barely sit still. It was obvious that he was a paralyzed patient.His curled and stiff fingers, loose belly, wrinkled skin, and drooping and twisted feet all showed his ugliness unabashedly.He has a couple tattoo with Song Mingzheng on his body. When he was young, he had a broad back, and his strong muscles were full and beautiful. The pattern was an amulet they asked for together.However, after the injury, the muscles atrophied, and the skin gradually loosened, and the tattoo shrank into a dark ball, which was ugly.The original talisman seemed more like a mockery of the young man's ignorance of fate.

In fact, He Tingzhao was a little sad when he saw it in the shower. Song Mingzheng immediately hugged him and took a photo with the tattoo. That night, he rarely took the initiative to choose to have sex with him at night, and kissed his tattoo over and over again.

"Xiao Zhao, it's okay, it's okay, I love you so much."

"I'm so ugly, Ah Zheng", he shed tears rarely, and touched Song Mingzheng's astonished face with his stiff hands, "I will become more and more unworthy of you, won't I?"

"It's good if you live." Song Mingzheng did not deny the difference in appearance. Year after year, no one understood the changes in He Tingzhao's body better than him. He knew that the lover in his arms would age before him. You have to become ugly first, and one after another young, beautiful, and young boys in their prime will appear by your side, "If it were someone else, I could pick out the thorns no matter what, I don't want to", he kissed He Tingzhao's Earlobe, wanting to melt him into his flesh and blood, "If you are alive, I want to be with you. When I met you, I thought, how can there be someone I like like Xiao Zhao?"

Young Song Mingzheng, Song Mingzheng who has become the third master, Song Mingzheng who doesn't know what will happen in the future.

There is only one thing for sure, I will always love He Tingzhao.

Just like at this moment, he came from outside the door and saw He Tingzhao who was smiling at him, the sun shining on his hair made him shine.

Why does he smile so sweetly is the only thought in Song Mingzheng's mind.

"The muscles are in good condition. The third master is back? The muscle tension is not as high as usual." The rehabilitation practitioner has known each other for a long time. The whole team of He Tingzhao is very clear about He Tingzhao's condition. Sometimes Song Mingzheng answers the phone or leaves because of work. Suddenly, they couldn't meet each other at first, but as soon as they saw He Tingzhao's condition, they knew that Song Mingzheng was not there.

It's not that the nurse is incompetent, He Tingzhao's nurse is definitely one of the best, but it still seems to be worse than his lover.

"I'm leaving again in two days." He Tingzhao leaned on the headrest and squinted his eyes. Today's weather is not bad. He's not as depressed as usual. Let the rehabilitation therapist help him warm up and put on the fixed gloves and assistive devices." I spend a lot less time at home recently than before." His tone could not tell the loss, he is the person who trusts Song Mingzheng the most in the world.

"Third Master is busy. If you go out for a long time, you should take good care of your rehabilitation. Wouldn't it be better for us to make some progress every time he comes back?" , He Tingzhao responded, and started to do the hoop again as usual, with his index finger hooked around the hoop, and slowly sat upright for the rehabilitation activity of the hoop, because the heart failure was severe, the pain had spread from the left to the right, This year he has clearly been unable to raise his right hand as high as usual.

Song Mingzheng took care of a little work at hand and worked out in the fitness area outside the rehabilitation room.Because He Tingzhao was not willing to run to the hospital, Song Mingzheng set up a rehabilitation room for him at home, and it happened to be his gym outside, and the two of them could exercise at the same time.

As soon as there was movement outside, He Tingzhao slightly hooked his lips, knowing that he was here to accompany him. The loop that was originally on slipped off his wrist accidentally, and the rehabilitation therapist picked it up for him, smiling and shaking. shook his head.

The two did not meet or communicate, but they both knew that he was by their side.

After working for half an hour, the door of the rehabilitation room was knocked, and Song Mingzheng came in with his head, showing half of his delicate side face, dripping water droplets from his hair, hitting the towel on his shoulder.

"Xiao Zhao, urinate." When other people are around, he is always reticent, but he takes good care of He Tingzhao. "Take a break."

The rehabilitation practitioner saluted him, helped He Tingzhao put down his hand, and gently agreed, "Take a rest, call me when you are done, and I will come back later."

He Tingzhao looked at him with crooked eyebrows, took off the aids and gloves, and his right hand immediately returned to its previous deformity, hanging on the armrest and trembling slightly, it was exhausted after exercise.The left hand was still dead still, curled up by the side, "Going to take a shower?"

"Well, it's accelerating, and I'm sweating a lot." Song Mingzheng pulled his right hand and rubbed it distressedly. "You should take a rest every 15 minutes." Put your chin on the joystick, adjust the wheelchair, and bump your knee into Song Mingzheng's leg mischievously, "Don't turn up the intensity so much, be careful of muscle strain, then it will be inconvenient to carry me to and from the bed."

Song Mingzheng smiled and lowered his head to kiss his sweetheart. The male fragrance diffused into He Tingzhao's nose, and it smelled very good. They were all scared to death."

"A Zheng, I'm not that serious." He Tingzhao leaned on the headrest and met the tip of his nose, rubbing his ears together. "You shouldn't have to take a bath first. It's just right to go after I urinate. It's all in vain."

"Nonsense", Song Mingzheng rubbed his head, and naturally reached down to rub He Tingzhao's cervical spine to relieve the pain. "You are not dirty, you are fragrant and soft, and I am not willing to touch you with stinky sweat."

The two lingered for a long time before Song Mingzheng pushed He Tingzhao to the inner compartment and called hot water to help him change his diapers.There is a nursing bed in the room, but moving He Tingzhao up and down makes him dizzy easily, and now he is even more prone to palpitations, so most of the time, Song Mingzheng let him sit on the wheelchair to help him change, although the posture is ugly Some, but as long as He Tingzhao is comfortable, it's fine.

The sweatpants have a drawstring, which makes it easier to put on and take off during rehabilitation.He took off his pants, opened his soft legs wide, and Song Mingzheng moved a chair to sit opposite him.Putting the two slightly protruding little feet on her thighs, she stretched out her hand and pulled out the diaper, then opened some clothes, and gently rubbed on He Tingzhao's round belly.He Tingzhao leaned halfway on the back of the chair, and could see the condition of his lower body clearly. He was used to it, and he would not feel that there was anything too embarrassing. You alone."

"Then thank you, Shao He, for appreciating the holy water." Song Mingzheng gave him a light glance, and his subordinates carefully said, "I'm afraid that you won't be able to urinate. After rehabilitation, you can't miss a sip of two glasses of water."

"Song San, why are you like this!" He Tingzhao pursed his lips, raised his right hand to his stomach, and pressed it on Song Mingzheng's hand rubbing him. Tone: "Otherwise, if you drink so much water, insert a urine bag for me."

"Dare", Song Mingzheng hurriedly took his right hand aside and put it away. It didn't matter if it fell down, don't press on his bladder anymore, thinking about why his child doesn't know how to cherish himself at all, he will say let it go If I feel bad."

He Tingzhao tilted his head, like a kitten stealing fish, the lovely Song Mingzheng's heart melted.He helped He Tingzhao change the diaper before being pushed back.