private romance

"Why are you, like this, doing this?"

There is a light in the fog by the sea, but you see it is going out.

He Tingzhao's voice was weak, and he didn't ask any angry questions, but it broke Song Mingzheng's heart, and his Xiao Zhao seemed very sad.

Then he is doing something wrong.

He knew that these were two questions, he asked him why he found a Mu Chenyuan, and also asked him why he cut his own palm.

But Song Mingzheng couldn't reply calmly with one sentence.

"Baby, listen to me." Song Mingzheng leaned over, rubbed He Tingzhao's face with the back of his hand, and carried the torn palm on his back. He Tingzhao cried and said he wanted to see the tears, but he didn't He Tingzhao did not get his wish.

There are many times, I feel, this kind of protection will be better for you.

"As for me... I asked the doctor, it's best to do heart surgery in your current situation."

Song Mingzheng calmed down, but his words were still trembling.He tried to use the gentlest tone to explain to He Tingzhao, but he was afraid of stimulating his emotions, so he quickly arranged and combined all the words in his mind, and found the most gentle and suitable words for him.

He's really not good at these.

Baby, how can you not think too much.

"Everything in the world, all gene pools, and bone marrow banks." Song Mingzheng also felt a pain in his heart when he recalled it.He was originally not a character who was willing to get too close to others, and he had never bowed his head in front of anyone in his life. It is impossible for him to give anyone half of his love, and he had to put on a love skin to carry this picture of him. Even Song Mingzheng himself felt sick when he went to get in touch with Mu Chenyuan who knew everyone would love his face.

It's not as good as snatching it.

"I've searched many times. Baby, do you remember that I was busy for a while? You asked me if there was something in Corsica, no... I was looking for a match for you. Come up, I have to check it myself, and sift through one by one, there is really no difference."

In fact, now is not a good time to talk to He Tingzhao about this. Song Mingzheng doesn't know if he will be stimulated by it, but it seems that he has to say that he must give He Tingzhao an acceptable process, and say it to himself. out the answer.

It's just that when he said these words, Song Mingzheng cut himself in his heart again.In fact, he has to revisit everything that happened in the past year every day to remind himself to be vigilant in the future.At the same time, he whipped himself for being weak and incompetent. No matter what, He Tingzhao would never blame him, but he himself could not live without guilt.

When you die, I shall wither immediately.

It's just the struggle now, and I don't know if it makes sense.

"No way, I can't watch you die."

Song Mingzheng's tone suddenly dropped again, just like in those dark nights in the past, when they were burning with love, the soft whispers that lingered in their ears after kissing were like gurgling water, telling about their unstoppable love for He Tingzhao.

"I can't watch you die."

"I asked people to choose among all the hospitals and all the medical records they could get. It's just a needle in a haystack, Xiao Zhao."

He leaned over gently, leaned over and kissed He Tingzhao's forehead.The mask hanging on his face protruded and touched his Adam's apple.The white mist in there fluttered, and He Tingzhao's breathing was slow and difficult, but he stopped crying, as if he had finally truly calmed down again.

Just say what you want.

Ah Zheng, I don't think anyone will always be invincible, and neither do you.

I just think, you should tell me not to bear it yourself.

It was tiring and painful.

But my boy, no matter what, I am willing to share with you those moments that you think are sad.

I will always love you whether I am there or not.

"But to find a needle in a haystack, I am willing." Song Mingzheng pressed his forehead tightly, unknowingly they cuddled each other and were closely connected.He Tingzhao's crumpled little finger was broken off and put on a blood oxygen clip. Song Mingzheng didn't dare to touch it, but only hugged him with his upper body, and held the crumpled, twisted palm with one hand, giving him All the heat you have "we're lucky again, aren't we?"

At this point, he unconsciously smiled again.Slightly raised the blooming lip flower, with a hint of hysterical madness "Baby, I, I thought about it. If I can find a suitable match, no matter it is far away in the polar region, or the owner himself is amazing Characters. Hmph, there are no extraordinary people, even princes and nobles, I will snatch them for you."

"But look, you've seen him, and he's just an unremarkable little piece of shit."

"If it weren't for your original one, it really wouldn't work." Song Mingzheng laughed a little louder, and held He Tingzhao's palm and gently moved it to his chest as if joking. The operation is so painful, and he has cultivated blessings for eight lifetimes, and he is not worthy of giving you a heart."

He Tingzhao's head moved slightly, slowly rubbing against Song Mingzheng's face.

He finally listened to the story in its entirety, and it was exactly the same as what he thought.

In fact, there are some things that Song Mingzheng hasn't said yet, including many specific details.But he didn't need to know anymore, and there was no need to add to those things that Song Mingzheng didn't say but he already knew.

When did it start to have clues?

He Tingzhao thought for a while, surrounded by his lover's warm breath.His Ah Zheng is really a perfect person in every way, being with him may indeed be the happiest thing in his life.

If he was not injured and paralyzed, there must be many possibilities for his future, but no matter how He Tingzhao thinks about it, he still thinks that the probability is similar to those of his friends and classmates in the past, who went abroad to study for a few years and then came back to do business.

He will have a very long life, but without Song Mingzheng, it seems that when he can run and jump, it will be extremely boring.

He Tingzhao couldn't get out of the room, couldn't go further, and couldn't stand by his side.But these years of being imprisoned by the body and soul did not exhaust him, his lover had already given him enough.

Therefore, during these times of being taken care of, it is actually an interesting thing to slowly study and understand the person around him, and only He Tingzhao knows it.

Ah Zheng, I don't envy others, I even think that many people should envy me, the fact is the same.

It's just that I don't think about what they call "envy", envy that I have such a good-looking you, envy that I have such a powerful you.

It's very lucky to be hurt by Song Mingzheng, isn't it?

His memory has really deteriorated, alas, this is a bit troublesome.He Tingzhao recalled carefully, trying hard to find that part in the memory full of Song Mingzheng.

It seemed that it was also a rainy day.

It is about the same size as when he was lost in the garden, except that it is cold outside in the rain, but it is very warm at home.

He is not as uncomfortable as he is now, and he can't breathe after sitting in the wheelchair for a while.In fact, a heart problem is a very strange manifestation. It starts with back pain, then shoulder pain, and finally neck pain.Due to years of rehabilitation, his body has been able to maintain at a level, and there is no regression, but he still does not see improvement.In fact, He Tingzhao was also a little impatient. Originally, he also thought that he would have a long and long future with Song Mingzheng, even with his current paraplegic body.

How can it be done like this all the time?There hasn't been much progress. They are less than 30 years old now. If it takes another ten or twenty years, it will be difficult for Song Mingzheng to take care of him.

He Tingzhao secretly increased the amount of training, a little bit less obvious every day, even if Song Mingzheng noticed it, it didn't matter, as long as his health was good, Ah Zheng would be happy too.

So he didn't take those pains to heart.

Having been paralyzed for so many years, he was no match for a healthy person.At that time, He Tingzhao asked the nurse to rub his shoulders and necks secretly. The master and servant agreed that no one would tell Song Mingzheng that the young people were full of happiness.

In that mansion in the west city, at least the nature of the past many years has been like this.No matter how bad-tempered Song Sanye is, the other master here still makes people who are close to him feel at ease.

But it didn't work, and then it didn't work.He Tingzhao has a very high tolerance threshold for pain. Song Mingzheng has always felt that he is afraid of pain, but in fact he is not. Most of the nerve pain after paralysis is borne by him one by one. ".

Or in fact, it was He Tingzhao's intentional "guidance". He hoped that Song Mingzheng could learn to be like him, when he felt pain and tired, he would vent to the other party like him.

He couldn't bear it anymore, it was really too painful.Even now, they have appeared more and more frequently, rainy or cloudy, he is repeatedly torn in this suffocation and heart-pounding pain all the time, but he still can't get used to it.

Thinking of these, He Tingzhao is always ashamed.Ah Zheng, I am causing you trouble again.

He has tried his best to endure it, but he still feels that the time to hide it is not long enough, or if he can behave calmly, don't be so directly in front of Song Mingzheng.

He passed out while recovering.

When he woke up that day, He Tingzhao knew that his condition was not very good, and even his dizziness was worse than before.Song Mingzheng was always extra careful when he picked him up from bed, and the words he asked had been the same for more than ten years. That day, his tinnitus was severe, and he couldn't quite hear what Song Mingzheng was asking him, so he just answered them one by one according to his subconscious habit. He knew Song Mingzheng so well.

He only woke up a little when he was carried into the wheelchair. If Song Mingzheng was not at home, He Tingzhao would have stopped his rehabilitation that day. He is not a child, and he knows that reckless and impulsive actions are of no benefit.But Song Mingzheng was in a good mood those few days. Near the end of the year, all the work was done, and he could stay at home for a long time. That was the first day he just came back.After being tired outside for so long, He Tingzhao really didn't want to spoil his interest.

If he can't get up, if he doesn't go to rehabilitation, Ah Zheng will be worried.

In fact, he has endured alone for a long time, even if He Tingzhao himself didn't realize that it was actually his heart that was feeling the pain, he always thought it was his old injury, something wrong with his cervical spine.

The days of ease have passed for too long, and it is not in the shadow of swords and blood.No one would think at a young age that fate did not let him go after he was paralyzed.

He Tingzhao soon knew what was going on with him, it wasn't that Song Mingzheng didn't want to hide it from him, it was just that such a thing couldn't be hidden, and it didn't make sense to hide it.If He Tingzhao knew, he could pay more attention in normal times, know how to take care of himself, know how to talk about pain.

As Song Mingzheng expected, he calmly accepted that his life was counting down.

Look calm.

How could he be calm, how could he be calm?It's just that he can't panic. If he panics, Song Mingzheng will become more nervous, afraid and blame himself.Even if such a problem occurs, it is a complication that a high paraplegic patient will face sooner or later, and it is not a far-fetched accident.

Song Mingzheng was in his twenties, but he himself was only in his twenties.

Ah Zheng, I also want to be with you forever.

How much he loves this world.

Unlike most paralyzed patients, even in the past, he was a delicate young man raised by Zhongming Dingshi's family, who has seen the colorful upper class and the materialistic pyramid.He felt sorry for himself a lot, but never regretted it, and never felt dissatisfied.He Tingzhao still loves life. He watched Song Mingzheng live as a black and white third master Song, watched the boy he loved grow up to become an invincible man, and watched the face beside him change from a sharp and handsome Become peerless.

Ah Zheng, I really don't want to die, I want to live, because I love you so much, I love being with you so much.

He Tingzhao secretly cried several times at home, and could only pick up when Song Mingzheng was not around.Life has to go on, the two of them, each other have to pretend nothing happened.

It seems that what I am facing is a trivial matter, and it can be cured by spending money on surgery.Or at worst, like paralysis, where the body is limited in some way but can depend on the care of a loved one.

They just got along peacefully like this, living a life no different from usual, and amidst each other's tenderness, they got used to facing the slight development of He Tingzhao's illness.

After such a harsh winter, spring is here.

Song Mingzheng started to get busy again, and He Tingzhao spent most of his time alone in the bedroom recuperating, asking the nurse to call Song Mingzheng, or read a book, and ask someone to change a bouquet of flowers in a vase.Most of these things are done in bed, and he seems to be tired every day.

His illness was crazily eating away at this already severely damaged body, and his lover was also busier than before, until.

It rained all day too.

Song Mingzheng went home and looked at He Tingzhao, then left in a hurry.He Tingzhao was so uncomfortable that he was in a daze all day, and he didn't even notice that his lover had come back.It was already midnight when he woke up, his body was in pain, but he couldn't sleep again.

It was raining heavily outside the house, and he suddenly became worried.

He was worried every thunderstorm day when Song Mingzheng was not around.So anxious in worry and pain.

He Tingzhao asked the nurse to pick him up, and he was going to sit in Song Mingzheng's study for a while, where he found peace.

Song Mingzheng basically only stays in two places at home, the bedroom and the study.One has He Tingzhao around, and the other wants to work.There are all the business documents of Song Mingzheng there, clean ones are not clean, servants are not allowed to enter, only He Tingzhao can.

He was willing to let He Tingzhao know everything about him, to make up for the sense of security he owed to his lover when he was not at home.It's just that He Tingzhao seldom reads it. He needs feedback for his sense of security. He needs Song Mingzheng to know that he believes in him, and that is indeed the case.

There is also Song Mingzheng's spare gun at home, and He Tingzhao's gun was also kept here before.In fact, it is not right to say that it belonged to He Tingzhao, that gun was given by Song Mingzheng, and it is a pair with the one he is using now, they have too many objects belonging to couples.

He Tingzhao's wheelchair turned a corner, and the documents on the table did not fall off, but the tie of the folder was loosely loosened.

It's not an encrypted electronic file, and it shouldn't be anything important.

He Tingzhao only glanced at it.

xxx blood institute hla test report:

hla-i, ii class (ab/dr loci) genotyping results

The results suggest that the patient He Tingzhao and the donor Song Mingzheng are at HLA-A. B. The DRB1 locus is incompatible.

If it doesn't match, it doesn't seem to be something important.

He Tingzhao remembered at this moment that he was sitting in a wheelchair that night.Looking at the piece of paper in front of me, it seems that I can only see the word "Lucky".

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