private romance

The execution hall is bright and clean.

The instruments of torture extend along a long passage from light to heavy, and the guest rooms on both sides have been converted into many hidden secret rooms, but from the outside, they are more like an ordinary home decoration, even equipped with a tea room , for the executioner to take a rest.

It's not too different from what He Tingzhao remembers, and it's still the style Song Mingzheng likes.In extremism, there is some romance. Maybe lunatics like them just like the sense of ritual that belongs to themselves, giving you a bullet and then giving you a bouquet of flowers.

In the past, He Tingzhao had tried to let Song Mingzheng get in touch with some hobbies that ordinary people would like. Whether it was before or after he was injured, he had tried hard, but He Tingzhao didn't find even a little bit that could make Song Mingzheng really interested.

He will follow him to do many things, skiing, painting, horseback riding, fencing, diving, Song Mingzheng will accompany him to travel around after he was injured. Immediately arranged to take him there after pushing work, without any shirk or impatience, Song Mingzheng would be by his side even if he was recovering in life, and gave him a whole lot of patience.

It's just that he must be involved in these things. If not, Song Mingzheng can just stay in the room by himself for a whole day without eating or drinking.He still remembers being shocked when he first found out that Song Mingzheng had this habit when he was a child, seeing him sitting alone in a room where he couldn't see his fingers, compared with the people in the dungeon under him at this moment, He Ting In fact, Zhao didn't think there was much difference.

At that time, he didn't turn on the light, but just ran over barefoot on the floor, and lay down in his arms in the dark, begging for a hug.The arms of the young man who is not yet an adult are far less broad than they are now, but they can still wrap him around, and his chest is warm.

Then he held He Tingzhao's healthy legs and feet at that time, exerted a little force as if punishing him, then lifted his clothes and put them into his arms to warm them.

"The floor is so cold, Xiao Zhao needs to wear shoes."

At that time, he felt that Song Mingzheng must be very abnormal psychologically. Maybe it was influenced by his family atmosphere, or maybe it was the loneliness caused by living alone in S city after traveling across the ocean, or maybe he was cultivated by the Song family. The most suitable heir, his interest lies in life and slaughter, in the antisocial personality under that perfect skin.

He Tingzhao originally thought that he could change him, or warm him enough.That day in the bar, he leaned in the private room and saw the boy who was following Song Mingzheng. Even though he already had a solid answer in his heart, he still felt a little sour and melancholy.

If he hadn't been injured and paralyzed, or he had retained control of both hands.It doesn't take much strength, it's good to be able to hug Song Mingzheng.

Song Mingzheng would never push him away, but he couldn't do it himself.

If he was as lively and cheerful as that boy, would his lover become a gentle and kind person in the past ten years.They don't need to face such absurd things today, as long as they live an ordinary and happy life like everyone else.

Ah Zheng, I know you have worked hard, and I know how hard you have worked so hard to have everything you have today.

But, but.

In the past, there were vows of eternal love and sweet words, but none of them were intended to make you suffer today.

Even though you have said it countless times, you have never taken it seriously. I really don't need you to be responsible for my illness.

The lights in the corridor gradually dimmed, and the designer had a bad taste. The graffiti on both sides of the corridor gradually turned darker, and then slowly twisted into a ball.When someone takes a closer look, they will find that it has turned into a rather terrifying wall painting.It's like [-] floors of hell, slowly walking to the deepest part.

At the end is the elevator, only the first floor and the down key.

"Young Master He, why don't you have something to say, so we can explain it to you?" The electric wheelchair was already slow to push, so it was important to keep it steady so that He Tingzhao would not be able to sit comfortably, and the nurse didn't dare to speed up.This section of the long corridor actually took a few minutes here and there. When approaching the elevator, the nurse was still not at ease and advised, "You have just been discharged from the hospital. How can you feel better? It's very cold down here, isn't it?" It's easy to get sick."

"It's okay... Where am I... It's not easy to get sick?" He Tingzhao nodded slightly. Every word he said could feel the scorching pain, densely packed like needles. "I can go back to rest early after the end, right? Don't worry." The crumpled and paralyzed hand placed on the abdomen tremblingly lifted a little, slowly raised a little bit along the handle of the wheelchair and "rubbed" on the handle, softly raised a little wrist, the whole palm immediately drooped, and he used that The back of the hand at the heel of the palm slightly rubbed the corner of the nurse's clothes beside him, "Come with me down, don't be afraid, Ah Zheng won't say anything."

As long as I don't die, he will be very good.

The nurse didn't dare to see him exerting so much effort, so he hurriedly grabbed his trembling wrist and repositioned it by his side.Then he stopped persuading him and pressed the elevator to send He Tingzhao down.

There was still light in the torture hall, like a normal place to live, but it was really dark below, not to mention He Tingzhao, even the nurses who took care of him had blurred vision.But there were not many lights installed in this place, and the only two ceiling lamps had been used for an unknown number of years, and they were scattered far away, revealing a faint yellow light.

It was cold all around, and there was a stench coming from nowhere.Everyone was well aware, even a little bit afraid, that there were probably some detainees who hadn't seen the sun for many years and died of suffocation and disease, but it seemed that He Tingzhao was here, and those who followed him were more or less calm.It seems that this sick and weak young man who is crooked in the wheelchair and cannot even sit in the wheelchair if it is not fixed by the chest plate and restraint belt, is indeed their backbone.

"Young Master He."

There was movement in the dark place. The people who came were two dungeon guards, a man and a woman. They were burly and capable.He Tingzhao squinted his eyes and probably got some impressions. They were also one of Song Mingzheng's confidantes many years ago, with cruel and tyrannical personalities. No wonder we haven't seen each other for so many years. Said it was a good place to go.

Some people just take pleasure in torturing their own kind, and Song Mingzheng understands them far better than himself.

"There is no letter from above, otherwise they would have known you were here." The man and woman had a respectful attitude, looked at each other and smiled, "We will clean up below."

"I didn't tell him when I came here. Anyway, I can hide it for a while...cough...cough cough..." He Tingzhao just felt that he hadn't been in such a cold space for a long time, and he started coughing without saying a word. As soon as you move the nasal oxygen, it will deviate from the position.The nurse rushed to help him adjust, and rubbed his chest regularly through the clothes.The left foot with the arched instep was moved slightly sideways, and it was not stable when stepping on the soft pillow. The instep turned slightly, and the soles of the feet tended to be in the sky. The nurses massaged him one by one, but he still looked very weak and dim No one spoke, just waiting for him to relax for a while.

The signal of the male guard in the middle rang, he took it out to look, and reminded him loudly, "Young Master He, there is a message from the third master, we are not allowed to keep you for too long, or we will send you up."

"Open the door and show me the kid you brought a few days ago...I'll be leaving in a while."

He Tingzhao also didn't want to embarrass others, it was not an easy task to make a living under Song Mingzheng's hands, so don't add trouble because of him.

The female guard asked the man next to him what he meant with her eyes, and after receiving tacit approval, she responded, "I'll go unlock it. Here, please follow me."

The nurse followed behind with a wheelchair, and it was not too short a distance.

Look at Ah Zheng, He Tingzhao is very tired leaning on the headrest, he thought silently in his heart, tell me, is this a trouble for me, you just need to love me more.

作者有话要说：明晚一定打架！「行辉2020-12-1423:36:33￣2020-12-1523:42:20期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦￣感谢投出地雷的小天使：九疏桐1个；

Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: 17 bottles of Jiushutong; 5 bottles of Miaogan and Shangzhu; thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!