private romance

Before the new year, He Tingzhao was admitted to the hospital again.

The way to send him to the hospital, and then to the rescue, finally managed to escape.Song Mingzheng seemed to know everything he should do, but he didn't seem to know anything.It seemed that everything was just his mechanized instinctive reaction, and his rationality had stopped at the moment when he discovered that He Tingzhao had lost consciousness, so he was no longer under his control.

If it was the past, he would always be furious, and everyone around him would be trembling, as if sitting on pins and needles, for fear that he would accidentally provoke this master and make him angry again.But this time it didn't. Song Mingzheng didn't even have the strength to lose his temper. He just became more silent, as if he had lost the ability to speak, and only the most basic physiological reactions remained. Normal, or even scarier than when he was still angry.

Whether it was the calm before the storm or the dark cloud that swallowed the thunderstorm after all, the servants in Xicheng were finally relieved after hearing the news of He Tingzhao's awakening.

Although everyone should be aware that the other owner of this mansion may not have a long life, but people are always good for them, the savior is alive, but it may also be the center of wind and rain .

Song Mingzheng failed to understand people's small thoughts, even if it was put on his face, he actually didn't bother to guess and respond.Maybe the rumors always think that he is difficult to guess, but in fact, as long as he doesn't take the initiative to provoke, he is a person who will never take the initiative to find trouble.

Maybe some people are born to suffer, and some people are born to be successful. The world is full of strange things, and there are naturally people.

Born to live for another.

He went to the hospital every day to take care of He Tingzhao, and stayed in the CCU for a few days.Those few days Song Mingzheng could only go in and see him for half an hour every day, but this time he became very obedient, and the rest of the time he waited outside, standing where He Tingzhao could see him as soon as he woke up when he opened his eyes.Every night at [-]:[-], the driver would come to pick him up and take him back to Xicheng. Song Mingzheng basically ate. Occasionally, work would be postponed if he intervened temporarily, but he would still make do before going to bed.The night time is reserved for work. All his businesses, those that are on the surface and those that cannot be on the table, are all proceeding smoothly and have not been affected in the slightest.This seems to be the case with money and capital. As long as someone is operating normally, no matter what is going on outside, regardless of whether you have a wedding or a wedding, it will always be the most objective and direct expression, responding to everything with cold numbers.

During this process, until before going to bed, he would stop every half an hour and ask how He Tingzhao was doing in the hospital.Occasionally, He Tingzhao's state is not very stable, and Song Mingzheng's expression doesn't seem to fluctuate too much. He will still tap the computer in the process, and then some bluntly ask the doctors and nurses to take special care of He Tingzhao. It has been delivered.

His every reaction will become right and wrong in others' mouths, so there are two more rumors about Song Sanye quietly.

Probably the lover who was raised at home was dying, or Song San met someone outside who was more in line with his taste.

So much so, it sounds strange.These words rarely reach Song Mingzheng's ears, and the perpetrators can always be avoided, not to mention the righteous master doesn't care.

He had a real feeling, which only existed when He Tingzhao was injured many years ago.He hadn't felt it for many years. He thought he had forgotten it, but he didn't expect to experience it again. It still made him feel extremely frightened and unforgettable.It's how she pretended to be calm, but she couldn't hide her panic.

That was his own feeling of being separated from this world at an accelerated rate.

Song Mingzheng was very clear that he did it voluntarily, even when he thought that He Tingzhao would leave him, he couldn't wait to end it quickly, so he hurried to the little guy who slipped away quietly in advance.

But in the process of chasing, he felt panic and fear. Ten years ago, Song Mingzheng couldn't understand why, but now he has understood, and he doesn't know when.

Maybe it was when he found out that He Tingzhao fainted suddenly during Xueluo this year, or it could be when the doctor announced that he had heart failure, or it could even be further forward, when he hugged him again and again to wake him up, he would always be dizzy and dizzy in his arms When lying down for a long time.

Xiao Zhao, I'm really afraid that I won't be able to catch up with you.

When they were alive, they were alone in a wheelchair and the other was strong and strong.After death, one person will drift far away, and the other person will be left with no support.

They love each other like this, but going round and round, the chasing footsteps are always one after the other, but no matter who is chasing the other, they are always afraid that they will not be able to keep up.

No one would disturb Song Mingzheng when he was working. In fact, his work was always done quickly.In the process of waiting, he actually hated how things ended so quickly, and there was no time for him to escape for a while.

But he had to find something to do for himself.So after closing the door and in the dark room, he began to use a dagger to cut any random part of his body back and forth. There was no special position, and he suddenly remembered it whenever he thought of it. He didn't care about it at all, this complete body of himself, with a stunning appearance in the eyes of others, was always just a gift from him to He Tingzhao.If his master likes him, he will be happy, but if his master no longer loves him, then he is always ready to destroy himself.

After the pain passed, he began to think about He Tingzhao again, but what he was waiting for was a large swath of sobriety.When He Tingzhao was there, Song Mingzheng often had nightmares, those lights, gunfire, and bullets and blood. The clips before He Tingzhao's injury cursed him for so many years like a revolving lantern.But whenever people are not around, in fact, he can't sleep all night, sometimes even nothing, just miss.

Simply miss him.

I miss you so much, he said countless times in his heart, Xiao Zhao, I miss you so much.

He would get up from the bed, or the sofa, or the floor.Remove the bed sheet or sofa cover that was stained red by your own blood, go to the bathroom, fill a basin of water in the bathtub, wash it by yourself, wash and wash, and finally bury the whole person in the foam-filled bed. in the bathtub.

If I go ahead of you, I'll just wait for you, anyway, I won't be too far away from you.

But he can't die before He Tingzhao.

As long as he is alive, no one can bully He Tingzhao.There are always people who the He family can't stop, but no one can be tough on him.He had to die behind He Tingzhao, because his Xiao Zhao would hurt, and he had to protect and love him all his life.

Why hasn't it dawned this night.

Song Mingzheng changed his wet clothes, went to drink the cold porridge delivered last night, and then began to investigate the ghost legends.These things are really something he has never understood before, and now he has to start to make up again, to see which one can be used as his spiritual sustenance.

He spent every day of He Tingzhao's hospitalization like this.

It was daylight.

"Third Master, Young Master He will be transferred to the general ward today."

The author has something to say: I have slightly modified this chapter, and put some of the content later, because I want to make a small connection with the extra episode mentioned in the comment area