private romance

In order to facilitate the extraction of samples and tests, before arriving at the hospital, Song Mingzheng asked Mu Chenyuan to be transferred to another hospital.

In this way, he and He Tingzhao are in the same hospital, and the upper and lower floors are different.One was blowing on the air conditioner in the single ward and eating strawberries brought by the nurse, while the other was lying in the intensive care unit, with blood oxygen saturation up and down, struggling for life and death.

But what they had in the past was not the same, probably because He Tingzhao has never suffered from what Mu Chenyuan has suffered, so He Tingzhao always looks weaker.

This seems unfair again, but I still don’t know from which perspective God looks at it, what kind of life is really fair.

When Song Mingzheng pushed open the door, Mu Chenyuan was just about to go to sleep.

The boy turned his head listlessly, thinking it was a nurse.He was temporarily transferred to the hospital today. The distance from the hospital where he lived was not too close, and the journey was bumpy.Last night I went to bed too late to catch up on the draft, and I was really sleepy. I wanted to go to bed earlier, but when I turned around and saw Song Mingzheng, I immediately regained my energy. "Ah, brother, you are back!"

It seemed that he would never run out of vitality, but this energy that had nowhere to be released radiated to himself, which made Song Mingzheng feel extremely uncomfortable.

People like him can't get along with sunny people, and all the points are not on the same line.

Before Song Mingzheng came, he went to the emergency room to have his arm treated, and he didn't know how many wounds he had cut when he was stitching them up, but he didn't mean to count them.Just to save time, he didn't let the nurse anesthetize, and sewed it up directly, so the pain in each strip was very clear, a total of eleven.

The temperature dropped at night, and his hands were numb from the cold after being outside for a while. Song Mingzheng couldn't tell whether it was the numbness caused by the cold or the pain from the stitches. These were not important things to him.When he was dealing with the wound, he was still staring at his mobile phone and busy with overseas business. In order to fly back from France as soon as he landed, he wasted a lot of time and time, which somewhat disrupted his original plan. He was originally a person who liked to follow the plan. people who do business.They earn shady money in this way, so naturally they have to be more cautious to avoid making mistakes.

The nurse didn't know who he was, and gave a few more precautions. Seeing him like this, she couldn't help but want to say a few more words.Song Mingzheng didn't listen, he just picked up his coat and turned around to leave. In fact, he never cared much about his own affairs. Except for He Tingzhao, he lacked interest in all affairs, which naturally included himself.

It doesn't matter if you get hurt or not, in fact, it doesn't matter if you live or not.

It's boring, apart from being with Xiao Zhao, it's really boring to think about his life carefully.

He didn't bother to pull down his sleeves, Mu Chen could see from a distance that he really didn't like lying and concealing many times.

It's not the person he cares about, and it doesn't matter whether the other party cares about him or not.

But obviously Mu Chenyuan cared.The second time the line of sight touched Song Mingzheng, his eyes fell on his bandaged arm, and he suddenly became nervous, and his voice immediately raised eight degrees, "What's wrong with your hand! What's wrong with you!"

Song Mingzheng threw his coat on the sofa with one hand, and threw the heat preservation box on the table with the other, apparently not intending to answer his words, "eat supper."

Mu Chenyuan was leaning against the head of the bed, but at this moment he lifted the quilt and sat up.He is quite proficient in transferring. He basically doesn't need anyone's help, and he doesn't need a transfer board. He can often transfer his upper body from the bed to the wheelchair with just a push of his hands.But seeing Song Mingzheng's left hand wrapped so tightly today, he was obviously a little anxious. Mu Chenyuan pulled off the handbrake and dragged the wheelchair over by the bed. The movement was too big and the wheelchair slid backwards, with two thin legs Being dragged down and mopping the floor, Nei Ba's feet curled up against each other without any support, and they suddenly sprained inwards, with the soles of his feet almost facing the sky and touching his calves. Of course, Mu Chenyuan didn't feel the pain, but his center of gravity was tilted, and his whole body He fell directly to the ground.

There was another slap, but this one landed firmly in Song Mingzheng's ears, and he could hear it clearly.

Song Mingzheng turned his head to look, and felt that fate was really amazing, as if it was mocking him all the time.He didn't need his help at all. Mu Chenyuan had been lying on the ground for as long as his fuss and astonishment. Song Mingzheng didn't need to react at all. He had already pulled the wheelchair behind him. Press straight on the ground, raise the two legs to make a passive flexion position, then sit on the footrest first, then hold the supports on both sides, and sit back directly. The whole process takes less than 30 seconds.

Mu Chenyuan breathed a sigh of relief, feeling like he was used to it.Song Mingzheng sat on the sofa and looked at him directly, feeling like a knife was piercing his heart. Even if there were thousands of injustices in this world, when the balance was on He Tingzhao, he would feel sad.

Why can he get up so quickly?The paralysis didn't seem to have any effect on Mu Chenyuan. Every part of his body is healthy, allowing him to live in this world for a long time.

Obviously he doesn't deserve it.

Song Mingzheng remained silent, Mu Chenyuan didn't see anything, he felt that his left hand injury must be in a bad mood, such a thing is excusable.It never occurred to him that Song Mingzheng was struck by his ability to take care of himself, how much he hoped that He Tingzhao would also have the ability to take care of himself.

It's just that Song Mingzheng couldn't tell, and he couldn't tell He Tingzhao either.Desire is something that sometimes looks exactly like vanity.

When it is spoken out, those who listen will be sad.

Falling off the bed was just a minor episode for Mu Chenyuan, and his attention was all on Song Mingzheng.Immediately came over in a wheelchair, wanting to see what was going on with his hands.But Song Mingzheng said earlier that he didn't like to be in close contact with Mu Chenyuan, and he still didn't forget it. After all, the pain from kicking against the wall gave him the illusion that his paralyzed lower body was feeling the pain.In the past few days, Mu Chenyuan took the time to find a lot of information. Many of them said that it was because of the psychological trauma left by the patient in childhood. Reminiscent of his boyfriend's dull personality, and without the protection of his parents, Mu Chenyuan had already given Song Mingzheng the information in his mind. Ann has experienced countless sad childhood experiences, and she is very moved by herself, and I feel sorry for him even more.

This kind of desensitization treatment is needed, but there is no rush, you have to take your time.Mu Chenyuan thought he was understanding and not in a hurry, so this time he obediently stopped by the sofa, brought the lunch box first, and prepared to chat with Song Mingzheng while eating.

In any case, he was very happy from the bottom of his heart to see Song Mingzheng who suddenly came to deliver food at such a late hour.

"Look, you scared me to death! Brother, what's going on with your hand? It made me fall, ouch, it hurts."

Mu Chenyuan pouted, and the little tiger teeth were hidden in the two thin lips.While opening the insulation box, he talked to Song Mingzheng, "And why did you suddenly transfer to another hospital today? You said you did it, and why didn't you tell me when you came back?"

Before Song Mingzheng sat down to catch his breath, he was upset by Mu Chenyuan's series of questions. It would be impossible not to say a word. As long as he remained silent for a little longer, Mu Chenyuan would have more questions waiting behind him. with him.

"Not long after I came back, I scratched my hand myself. This place is in the city center. I have acquaintances here. I'll get you a new rehabilitation therapist."

He answered all the questions, but he was unwilling to explain a few more words, including why he cut his hand. In fact, Song Mingzheng could lie, but he was too lazy to say it.

Sure enough, all Mu Chenyuan's attention fell on the sentence "I can afford it". The supper was delicious, but he suddenly felt that he couldn't eat it.

The longer he spent together, the more he felt that Song Mingzheng was working hard.Even though there are many things about this man that he doesn't understand, many times it's his sixth sense, and he knows very well that this is the result of Song Mingzheng deliberately not wanting him to understand.

But in every move, he seemed to be able to clearly perceive that Song Mingzheng was very lonely in his heart, and he had a soul that no one could approach.He himself has experienced a lot of suffering, and he had many pessimistic and dark thoughts in countless nights of poverty, which he thinks is very resonant.This kind of sympathy made him feel a lot of affection for Song Mingzheng besides having a good impression of him. Mu Chenyuan felt that Song Mingzheng must see a psychiatrist. The more obvious the morbid state is, the more it means that he needs to be rescued. .

Then I have time to wait slowly, and I can also slowly warm him up.

Just like today, he felt very distressed when he heard about Song Mingzheng's suicide, so he felt a sense of responsibility as a boyfriend, and immediately felt that he should do something.

"Brother, why did you... hurt yourself?"

Mu Chenyuan stirred the rice in the bowl with his chopsticks, his eyes drifted a little, and finally he could only land on his feet.The two long-abandoned paralyzed feet received very little attention from him. In fact, one of them has been twisted just now. Now the ankle is very swollen, and it has a tendency to become more swollen. Mu Chenyuan took a look. I knew that the sprain was serious, and it would definitely swell into a pig's trotter tomorrow, but the number of times his legs and feet were swollen was too many to count, so there was no need to pay too much attention to it.

He stretched out his hand and lifted it a little under the knee, and then naturally brought that foot to the front with the traction and stepped on the pedal. When he let go of his hand, it immediately tilted to the side, and the toes seemed to be buckling inward because of swelling. Some, but as long as it can maintain a normal posture.

He originally wanted to ask in a more tactful way, but he is not good at explaining people, and he hasn't studied much, so he couldn't think of a better way after thinking about it, so he could only ask directly.

If Song Mingzheng is angry, he will let him go, Mu Chenyuan thought, after all, now he understands that Song Mingzheng is a patient with some psychological problems.

As long as he can be happier, the problem must be solved slowly.

"Otherwise? Others will be happy if I cut it, you let me cut it?"

Song Mingzheng leaned on the sofa, propped his head on his left arm that had just been bandaged, and asked mockingly, but it seemed that there was nothing to mention.

"Oh, that's not what it means."

Mu Chenyuan scratched his head in embarrassment, and bit his lower lip with his small canine teeth.He never thought that Song Mingzheng would be so frank, and for a moment he didn't know how to continue. "Brother, I said before, if you are unhappy, you can talk to me, although it can't be resolved..."

"Do not."

Song Mingzheng interrupted him very rarely, unexpectedly, the interruption was very direct, and the contact was very natural: "You can solve it."

The man slightly hooked his lips, revealing an astonishing smile.Song Mingzheng knew that he looked good, but he rarely showed any expression on the outside. A smile was actually considered a luxury, especially for Mu Chenyuan.But probably because of this reason, there are almost no wrinkles on his face, including those nasolabial folds that represent happiness.

"You can make me very happy, once and for all."

Song Mingzheng stood up and put his hands in his pockets naturally. Inside was his gun.He is always used to rubbing the butt of the gun to find his own sense of security.

So the distance between him and Mu Chenyuan widened, and he became condescending again.The words were obviously gentle, but the tone made Mu Chenyuan feel uncomfortable, as if he was really planning something.

But after thinking about it, it's actually normal to have plans, even though Mu Chenyuan didn't know why Song Mingzheng liked him.Mu Chenyuan had considered this issue when they first got in touch. At that time, he once thought that Song Mingzheng had a relatively small sexual addiction, maybe he was an admirer.But he has personally come into contact with that kind of people, and his specific behavior is completely different from that of Song Mingzheng. Song Mingzheng doesn't seem to dislike his body, but his every move is enough to show that he is definitely not interested.

This made Mu Chenyuan feel very insecure. You don't know the purpose of a person approaching you, but you are full of doubts and lack of confidence in yourself. Once you have the actual confirmation, you will feel much better, and you will know that at least he is real. Seriously liking it.

"What can I solve?" Mu Chenyuan sticks out his tongue and smiles in embarrassment. In fact, he and Song Mingzheng have talked about these things several times before, and the answers they get are similar.It's nothing more than your heart and other love words. Mu Chenyuan feels tired after hearing too much, and feels that Song Mingzheng is really innocent, and he doesn't know how to say a few new words.

He rarely answered with such certainty.

"How much do you like me?"

Song Mingzheng asked suddenly, in fact, he was confident in his words.When the two get along, he is almost like a robot running at high speed, calculating Mu Chenyuan's affection for him almost all the time. Based on his trust and time, it is actually not difficult to guess these things.

"Why did you ask this all of a sudden?" Mu Chenyuan was stunned for a moment, and immediately became embarrassed. He was not yet able to accept being too blunt, because Song Mingzheng had always seemed taciturn, so he would not ask him such a question. The problem, or rarely, is the first time "Brother, I really like you!"

But he didn't hesitate, and still spoke his true thoughts honestly.

"I... I actually thought you were just playing with me at first..." Mu Chenyuan began to explain a little stutteringly, he felt that sincerity can be exchanged for sincerity, then everything he said can be used to bring him and Song Mingzheng closer. distance between.

Because he really likes this person, what he said is true.

Mu Chenyuan turned the rim, pulled the wheelchair out a little, adjusted the angle, and faced Song Mingzheng head-on. Although he was always up and down, he would never be able to stand up again, but for some reason, this made him feel like he was It looks like it's a little more formal.

"Brother, you are very nice, really. I have never been in love, and I don't know what it's like to be in love, what should I do... I've told you about this before, and you know what's going on with me. No parents, just a grandma in my hometown... and no money, no education. Now I am just a painter, relying on readers for food, and I don’t know what will happen in the future.”

Mu Chenyuan bit his lip, he would want to look down at his feet when he was nervous.Those are limbs that he cannot perceive, but for him, they are the existence that gives him strength, reminding him that he is also a strong and independent person with a complete body, who has gone through many cities and survived many sufferings , there is nothing that cannot be solved, and there is nothing that cannot be accomplished by his efforts.

"But I like you very much, and I don't know if you like me or not. Maybe you won't like me tomorrow, but it's okay. Let's fight for the day. I want to have a future with you. We can change to a bigger house and live together. Each other is family."

"You say, I can help you with anything I can do. I can give you anything, because I really like you."

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