private romance

Talk about heartache and heartbreak, now it looks like retribution.

He has done too many bad things in the past twenty years, and he doesn't care about his parents and friends, God can't help him.So by giving him love, he punished his arrogance on the person he loved.

Song Mingzheng has never believed in these things. If there are gods, then God has no eyes.

When I am arrogant, I always think that I will overturn my fate, but it seems that there is always more powerlessness.

Song Mingzheng didn't have time to respond to him, so he carefully hugged him back on the pillow and lay down, but he only moved one hand, and helped He Tingzhao rub his heart with the other hand, and he didn't dare to stop.Take the time to ring the bell to let the doctors and nurses come in to check on He Tingzhao's condition and provide professional relief.

The doctors and nurses filed in, and Song Mingzheng stepped back a little to give them space.He Tingzhao has changed from a simple cough to a wheezing cough, it looks like there is only breath in but not out.At this moment, he seemed to be speechless, and even sticky saliva fell in strands, staining his chin and collar. Now no one has the attention to wipe it off for him, all the energy is on his heart and lungs superior.

Song Mingzheng stood a little far away, so he couldn't help at this moment.In fact, I really want to push away the crowd and wipe away the drool for He Tingzhao, and I also want to say that playing with Xiao Zhao like this will make her lie down very uncomfortable, but reason always prevails, Song Mingzheng is thinking at this moment.

In the future, he may have to restrain his temper a lot, so that he can spend the long and difficult night with his lover.

A group of people rushed to clean up He Tingzhao, waiting for his coughing to stop and his breathing to stabilize.Song Mingzheng didn't let the nurses do the rest of the nursing work, he did it by himself.

He Tingzhao opened his eyes and was unwilling to close them, the more he felt pain, the more he opened them.Those eyes tripped over Song Mingzheng like a shadow.His breathing still sounded rapid, and there was a constant white mist sprayed into the mask.

Song Mingzheng sighed softly, and leaned over to help He Tingzhao take care of his body.

For convenience after being hospitalized, the hospital has helped He Tingzhao replace the diaper with a catheter, which is connected to a urine bag and hung beside the bed.Song Mingzheng seldom let him use this. He Tingzhao was completely paraplegic and his cervical spine was completely broken. He didn't feel any pain from the intubation, and it was much more convenient. At least he didn't need someone to turn him over for half an hour to clean up. .But Song Mingzheng just didn't want to, he felt pain for He Tingzhao in his heart, not to mention the possible complications in the rest of his life after paraplegia.

But the tube has been changed, Song Mingzheng can't help him again, and it will be even more painful for him to come and go.Turn up the air conditioner first, and then carefully lift off the quilt. All the hair underneath has been shaved, clean and unobstructed. There is some slight redness. It is because this weak body is not used to the sudden arrival of foreign objects. response.

The nurse brought warm water and towels, and Song Mingzheng wiped He Tingzhao's body carefully, then helped him slowly turn to lie on his side, and patted his back to relieve his pressure.The skin is delicate and soft, but this is the manifestation of He Tingzhao's paralysis for too long.

Song Mingzheng wiped a pair of paralyzed feet one by one, gently kneaded the round and retracted fingers one by one, and slowly helped them move.When Song Mingzheng let go, they immediately fell to the outside, with the toes of their feet facing each other.Song Mingzheng lifted them up with pillows, maintaining a posture of stepping on the ground.

He always has to take care of it himself, so that he can feel relieved, or maybe, so that the repressed sense of guilt can disappear a little.

"A Zheng...A Zheng."

He Tingzhao called him from the bedside, and Song Mingzheng leaned over, and by the way, he held a slightly swaying chicken paw and massaged it in the palm of his hand, "What's uncomfortable? Let's talk about other things when you feel better."

He Tingzhao stared at his eyes, unwilling to close them all the time. Song Mingzheng thought that feeling was a little scary, and he suddenly had the illusion that He Tingzhao was about to confess his last words.

Then he absolutely can't.

"Xiao Zhao, go to sleep for a while." Song Mingzheng put his palms on his lover's eyelids, the eyes closed obediently, but restlessly, the eyelashes swayed in his palm, scratching the eyelids that he had cut out by himself. the wound.

He had already been washed and did not bleed. Song Mingzheng was not sensitive to pain, so he didn't feel much pain at first. "I'm here with you."

He Tingzhao seemed to be quiet, but Song Mingzheng knew it.

Before he moved his palm, the tiny moving thorn stopped moving, but the pain in his palm was increasing.

Drops of water rubbed against his wound.

Tears have gravity, they were supposed to fall down, but when they fall into the eyes of the person who loves you, they enter into the other person's heart and become a scar.

Song Mingzheng quickly moved his hand away, subconsciously lowered his head to look, and prayed in his heart that it was the blood that he hadn't treated well and oozing out.

The skin on the palm of the hand has a layer of obvious horizontal and floating, not to mention festering, it is slightly white and split, the pain is obvious, and there is no blood.

Song Mingzheng turned his gaze back, and He Tingzhao had already opened his eyes to look at him, his eyelashes were wet and condensed with tears.He didn't look like pear blossoms with rain, but He Tingzhao just silently shed a few tears.

His palm moved away, and the tears fell down, falling into his hair without breath, as if they never existed.

"Don't cry...Xiao Zhao, you, Xiao Zhao." Song Mingzheng's legs were weak, and he knelt directly beside the hospital bed. He didn't know what to do. His baby, his only sweetheart, how could he cry, because he Make him sad "Don't cry, what do you want me to do? What do you want me to do? You are obedient, I will take you for surgery in a short time, isn't it just a heart? It's okay...it's okay, I'll give it to you, I'll give it to you found…"

He was so scared.

Song Mingzheng's emotions are hard to control, He Tingzhao has been with him for so many years, and the number of times he shed tears can be counted on the fingers.The few times I remember weeping were nothing more than the fact that he was facing incontinence when he was just paralyzed, he was seriously injured outside when he was robbing the territory, and the old lady of the He family who beat him a little hurt died.

Nothing at all other times, whether it was when he knew that he would never stand up again, or when he knew that his heart was failing, or when he saw him bring Mu Chenyuan with his own eyes in the bar that day.

He Tingzhao always believed in him and loved him, so he also gave him the ability to believe and love, which is the only tenderness and conscience left in him.

It is the softness in his heart and the god in his eyes.

You cannot shed tears when a god falls from the altar.

"hand."

He Tingzhao closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and tried to calm his mind.The sprayed white mist subsided in the mask, and every word he spoke was difficult and slow.At this moment, he has no way to comfort Song Mingzheng, in fact, he really wants to hug him.

Ah Zheng, I want to hug you so much.

"Ah Zheng, your hand." He Tingzhao paused every word, every word made his chest hurt like an explosion, eroding his consciousness, "I'm hurt."

"Give me a look, do you hurt?"

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