private romance

It is indeed time-consuming and labor-intensive to take care of patients with high paraplegia. When everything is tidied up, they don't know how long they have wasted.

He Tingzhao was covered with several layers of clothes by Song Mingzheng, wrapped up like a round glutinous rice dumpling.The edema from taking the medicine has just subsided in the past few days, and she has returned to her original thin appearance, but after being dressed like this, she looks a little plump again.Song Mingzheng felt a little more at ease now, otherwise it would be very difficult for him to feel at ease.In fact, sometimes he also feels that he is in danger, but regarding He Tingzhao's big and small things now, as a human being, he can't predict the real tomorrow, so he has to become more cautious in order to deal with the details of life. With a small body to resist the fate that does not want to yield.

The garden I saw when I opened the window was only covered with a layer of white. When Song Mingzheng pushed the wheelchair and brought him out, the outside of the house was already white, as if he had regained the innocence of his youth.

He Tingzhao's interest obviously increased. Although he was weak, he was fixed on the wheelchair and could not move at all.But those black eyes showed undisguised joy. In fact, even his eyesight was gradually declining due to the influence of the brain, but even if he could not see as clearly as before, it could not offset the current happiness.

Inadvertently glanced sideways from the corner of her eye, the corners of her lips that were hidden under the heavy scarf lifted up quietly.

What's more, Song Mingzheng was also beside him.

For the safety of users, wheelchairs generally do not set the seat too high.Especially for electric wheelchairs, the size will be strictly measured, accurate to the millimetre. If the center of gravity is too high, the wheelchair will roll over, especially for users with weak self-care ability, such as He Tingzhao. Very serious consequences may result.

The people around He Tingzhao, not only Song Mingzheng, but his parents, servants and housekeepers, including nurses, all know this.Therefore, the center of gravity of all his wheelchairs is very low, and the feet are very low from the ground. If it is necessary to lie down or stand upright, the original center of gravity of the wheelchair will be changed through manipulation.It's just that this kind of design seems a bit procrastinated at this moment. There is a little snow on the ground, and the wheelchair will not pass the pedals if it moves forward, and it will rub against He Tingzhao's legs.Originally, Song Mingzheng wanted to help him raise the back of the chair and recline it, so that those thin, unconscious legs would not get caught in the snow, and he could push him forward by himself.But then He Tingzhao's gaze would naturally look up, and Song Mingzheng knew that he would not speak and would not be dissatisfied.But since he was brought out to play, He Tingzhao even had more difficulty getting up than before, so why should he have any regrets when he finally came out.

After finally coming out, why let him have any regrets.

In the bottom of his heart, he couldn't help sighing again. Song Mingzheng had tried his best to restrain himself, but he still couldn't stop the sadness like a mountain roaring and a tsunami in his heart.

Baby, what am I going to do, I really don't know what to do.

But he couldn't show the slightest expression on his face. Fortunately, Song Mingzheng did it more skillfully.He is used to it. Many people think that his face is the true state of his heart. He also understands it, but what kind of protective color is it, or is it just another way of showing cowardice? Can't say anything.

Song Mingzheng fixed the umbrella on the wheelchair a little, so that it could continue to cover He Tingzhao's head, so as not to let snowflakes fall on him.I turned around and squatted down in front of him to help him remove the wheelchair pedals and adjust them up a bit, so that it would be easier to move on.Electric wheelchairs are not as easy to remove as the footrests of ordinary wheelchairs.The cold wind blew, and it was a little cold outside. Song Mingzheng suddenly came out of the air-conditioned room, his fingers were somewhat numb, and the speed of disassembly was not fast.

After putting on several pairs of pants, the legs on the pedals are still not as thick as normal people.Although the owner can't feel it, they still can't stand the cold.The custom-made cotton boots tightly wrapped a pair of paralyzed feet, but they still couldn't conceal their disabilities. At this moment, they were tilted on the pedals, and there were already signs of slight twitching.

Song Mingzheng held the soles of the shoes with one hand, carefully held them off the pedals, then slowly bent his calves and flattened them so that he could put them in his arms, not just letting He Tingzhao's paralyzed feet be like this Hanging in the air without effort.

"Ah Zheng...Brother, hold your umbrella."

In the howling cold wind, He Tingzhao's voice trembled a little.It was clearly above what Song Mingzheng could see when he looked up, but it sounded like he was far away.

"Don't do it, don't do it..." He Tingzhao couldn't help him, he couldn't feel it, and he couldn't even see Song Mingzheng's movements completely, but he could see Song Mingzheng's hands shaking when he removed the screws, so he only did it on this day. In an instant, he felt extremely sorry, "I'm sorry...you hold the umbrella, don't make me worry."

"It's okay, it'll be fine soon, I got the umbrella behind and you hold it."

Song Mingzheng responded.This wheelchair was customized two months ago based on the latest physical examination results of He Tingzhao, and the joints were too tight and had not been dismantled even once.He is indeed a little slow, and it is even more impossible to take off the umbrella and fight it by himself. It is nothing to him to be covered with snowflakes.

It's not really a thing, but it will make his helpless lover in the wheelchair feel very sad.

The romance that was supposed to be a rare snowflake in the south has also become unattractive.

In fact, he felt that even if it took a little effort, it didn't waste too much time.Because no matter what, he couldn't let He Tingzhao stay in the freezing cold for so long.It only took two or three minutes at most from when he squatted down to when he put the two legs and feet that he had been holding in his arms and cared for carefully back up again.

Baby, with only this little time, you can't wait any longer?

Later, he slapped himself a few times, and drew a few bloodstains on his wrist, all of which were just anger and punishment for himself.Even though he knew that he hadn't wasted much time, and it wasn't even a waste of time, he was still full of anger towards himself, and it seemed that he had never reconciled with himself one day in his life.

It was he who didn't notice.

The oxygen mask was still on his face, it was adjusted by Song Mingzheng before he went out.He Tingzhao's head rested on the headrest, slightly leaning back, as if he would naturally show it occasionally when he was out of breath.His eyes were half closed, but not completely closed, so that even if Song Mingzheng raised his head to see it, he didn't notice anything unusual immediately.

"Is your heart a little uncomfortable?"

Song Mingzheng stood up and leaned forward a little, rubbing his hands to warm up while asking in a warm voice, planning to put them under the blanket to rub his heart for him, "Can I go to the garden for a stroll and go back to rest?"

His pale and bloodless face had a little sparkle from his slightly parted lips, and the obedient bangs on his forehead hung down to his cheeks, looking soft and lovely, not much different.

Song Mingzheng thought so too.

But he got no response.