private romance

This road exudes a stench, approaching the door, it seems that there is muddy water coming from nowhere again on the road.Although He Tingzhao didn't have to walk on the ground and couldn't see it clearly, but after being paralyzed for so many years, he could still hear the difference in the sound when the wheelchair rolled over the ground.Even the nurse felt that this was not possible, so he rearranged the blanket under his arm a little bit in the middle, and put it up, so as not to wipe the floor at the hem.

The female guard walked in front, and her voice was emotionless, "Third Master personally ordered you to watch carefully, it's not easy to walk inside, young master He be careful."

In fact, if a young boy who can't walk can have any troubles, he can't run.The executioners here are not only the two of them, only they are mostly guarding in the dungeon, but no one really takes Mu Chenyuan seriously.

If it were someone else, they might still be able to lynch and be happy in their hearts. Song Mingzheng has always given them this kind of freedom.But Mu Chenyuan was used to change He Tingzhao's heart, and if he scratched his skin, he would have to report it to the top, let alone anyone willing to talk to him, but this is definitely a good thing on a certain level, and it has reduced a lot of pain torment.It's just that it looks sad again. Now that things have happened, everyone knows what Mu Chenyuan is here. In Song Mingzheng's eyes, his whole skin is just a container for that heart. It's true. , not even a living person.

But he himself doesn't know yet, even though he has made countless horrible ideas, he still hasn't got the final answer, and he doesn't know why he was kidnapped.No matter what, Mu Chenyuan never thought of his own existence, just a speck of sand in other people's love, the kind that will disperse when the wind blows, and won't even leave a shadow.

It sounds cruel, but people here are used to it.

Including He Tingzhao himself.

Just when his waist was sore and his back was tired in the wheelchair, the group of people finally reached the deepest point.It was colder here than when he first came in, and He Tingzhao's entire left shoulder began to turn sore.Even his curled left hand, which had been unable to move for many years, began to become sore, with some slight spasms.

It's just that the movement is not obvious.Not even the nurses noticed.His left hand was still hunched over his chest in a vain fist.Like an overwater, ridiculous chicken paw.

Song Mingzheng wasn't by his side, otherwise he wouldn't be able to tremble even with these almost completely useless limbs.He Tingzhao won't feel anything because of this spasm, and he doesn't need to ask the nurse to help him knead it, but it's just for no reason, casually, and he misses Song Mingzheng again.

Feelings are really hard to talk about.

The female guard turned on the lights outside, and there was actually a light nearby, and it was quite bright, and it was brightly lit for a moment.

She opened the electronic door, and with the sound of the door opening, there was a series of iron doors inside, which she opened after she found the key.

"Hurry up on your side. We are not in a hurry. The third master will blame him. He is locked on the pillar, and he can't even climb up. Safety can be guaranteed."

So brightly lit.The people in the room finally made eye contact with him for a moment, just like that day in the hospital, except that there was a huge glass between them at that time, but at this moment they really faced each other.

Mu Chenyuan felt a little cold.Originally, he didn't feel cold, maybe it was because he stayed here for a long time, but when the outside door was really opened completely, and the light from outside shone in at that moment, apart from the sudden stinging pain in his eyes.The chill that made him feel painful at first swept over again.

He saw the man being pushed out along the light, sitting in a wheelchair and slowly entering the darkness that seemed to belong to him.For a moment he didn't know what happened, and he couldn't even believe it was real.It didn't take a moment for the light from the outside world to light up, and he knew that this time was different from the past, and someone must have come looking for him.Could it be the police who Mu Chenyuan thought of coming over in a blink of an eye?Could it be the one who saved him?Could it be Song Mingzheng who he even thought of coming over?But it wasn't him who came, but the young man he had seen in the hospital.

"Although it is completely unnecessary to say this, I always feel that I should give an explanation to the person I love."

Give the person I love an explanation.

In the first reaction, Mu Chenyuan was almost about to sneer, why, didn't you get an explanation?Why do you want to come and see my rival in love?Or do you want to see how I am tossed, and want to show off the face of a winner.

"Oh... Ah Zheng really is."

When the person got closer and his eyes got used to it, Mu Chenyuan could see clearly what he looked like.His thoughts have never changed. This person looks very ordinary, maybe he can't be called ordinary. Mu Chenyuan actually understands very well that the person in the wheelchair is completely tortured by illness.For example, he will not have such a situation, because he has to do everything by himself, and has to make a living all year round, so his physical fitness is much better than that of the other party.For paralyzed patients, strengthening exercise and doing more activities are all the foundations for a good body.

Song Mingzheng's "lover" doesn't look very lucky.

It's just that he dressed differently from ordinary people. Mu Chenyuan didn't read much, so he only felt that except for his disability, the word "expensive" was written all over his body.

This is exactly the same as Song Mingzheng.

The electric wheelchair is very tall and looks very heavy, but it is not the kind of clumsiness that Mu Chenyuan used to remember, which affects the movement.He was pushed in by the nurse behind him, wrapped in pure white cotton clothing, which is rarely worn by ordinary boys.It's as if he doesn't need to walk, so he won't be contaminated with dust. At first glance, he looks like he is well protected.

Blankets covered him from armpits to toes.Mu Chenyuan couldn't quite see what was going on with his body, except that his sitting posture was a little crooked, and only those curled up hands that were exposed outside betrayed his serious disability, the kind of patient who couldn't take care of himself at all, no Knowing that Song Mingzheng served him several times before his bed.

The young man leaned on the wheelchair and looked down at him, only sighing softly.Then he turned his face sideways, as if he was struggling to even turn his head, this movement made him slightly frown, and then Mu Chenyuan heard him ordering, "Go, call some doctors first." Come down and show him, how can this work? You probably have sores on your body."

"who are you?"

He heard himself asking, but his throat seemed out of his control.Mu Chenyuan struggled to prop up his upper body, his right wrist was handcuffed, and he only had his left hand to support his body.After struggling to sit up, he leaned against the wall, gasping for breath, and finally had some capital to be able to look at the other party.The lower body was lying on the ground in a very weird posture, Mu Chenyuan grabbed his legs with his left hand, threw them on the ground in front of him and set them up.No one stopped the whole process, but the nurse who followed He Tingzhao did not step forward to help.

"How do I usually introduce myself?" He Tingzhao leaned on the headrest, and waited for him to adjust himself before speaking, his voice was weak, "If you say that I am Mrs. Song, don't you owe it?"

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