private romance

You smile at a flower, and the thorn is the rose's return.

When Song Mingzheng hurried back to the hospital, He Tingzhao was already awake, and the nurse was giving him a massage.He had just turned over with his limbs on his back, revealing that his back was a bit bent and flushed, not yet the level of bed sores, but the skin was a little broken, and a trend had already formed indistinctly.

He was so distressed at the moment that he didn't know what to do. All the conversations and scenes that had evolved in his heart along the way disappeared in an instant.They are familiar with each other. After so many years, Song Mingzheng still has no way to tell any lies or presuppositions to his lover, as if all evasions are hurt, turning into sharp swords to hurt others and oneself, and silence becomes a will to resist. instinct.

Because of the sudden deterioration of his condition, He Tingzhao could only lie flat and rest as much as possible in the ward. The doctors and nurses reduced his physical activities, especially daily passive movements such as turning over to decompress.Song Mingzheng knew these things early in the morning, and he also understood that these were not a problem in the face of life and death. He didn't even take this matter to heart before, and his mind was full of fear that He Tingzhao might leave him at any time , but when I saw it with my own eyes, I felt that even the slightest discomfort in He Tingzhao's body would make him sad.

After receiving the medicine from the nurse, and the rest of the care, since Song Mingzheng is here, he must be the one to do it.

I haven't seen her in the past few days, but the body that is kept balanced by soft pillows on the bed seems to be much thinner than when I was at home.The hospital is really a grinding place, Song Mingzheng often feels that He Tingzhao is like a warrior, he dares to fight here day and night.

Baby, I know you've tried so hard.

Song Mingzheng didn't make any sound, and almost the wind that was blown by every move was weak.He was afraid that He Tingzhao would be sleeping and resting before coming here, so he didn't let anyone notify him in advance, but when he came in, the nurse automatically gave him the medicine, everything seemed to be in good agreement.

The other protagonist seems to have never been left behind, and he can always be in his rhythm, or Song Mingzheng is following him, unable to move, his nerves are cut off from the reaction of the outside world, but he can always perceive everything spiritually.

"A Zheng." The voice was weak, but it seemed to be a little louder than the few words I heard every day in the CCU, "You have to kiss me, the ulcer in my mouth hurts to death."

"It'll be all right if I kiss you?" Song Mingzheng found that his voice was trembling when he spoke, and he didn't know how He Tingzhao felt when he heard it, but he couldn't stop talking.So both of them knew each other's sadness, but they had to put on a smiling mask to get along with each other, "Then what's the use of a doctor? You're still suffering in the hospital, why don't you go home and stay by my side every day."

"Okay."

So the tone, gentle and gentle, became visibly cheerful, "Is Ah Zheng going to take me home?"

"Come to the hospital earlier than the promised time, and go home before spring comes, okay?"

He knew that if he looked over, what he could meet with his eyes must be a gentle smile waiting for him.This kind of gentleness will make Song Mingzheng fall into a trance, and always agree to all He Tingzhao's requests in a daze, even if he knows in his heart that he shouldn't, he still has no way to say the words of refusal.

Probably even he himself gradually understood in this day and night torment that the day of separation may be tomorrow, so he wanted to hold this person tightly in his arms, and the two of them would grow old in this moment, and they didn't want to go anywhere. go again.

But really not reconciled.

Song Mingzheng has never succumbed to anything in his life. In fact, he is so high-spirited that people can't speak. Occasionally, if there is any advice that can be listened to, it is only what He Tingzhao said beside him.But most of the time, He Tingzhaodu just became the person who silently accompanied him, his support and comfort, but it would never stop him from doing what he wanted to do.

So after going back and forth, he became the paranoid and crazy Song Mingzheng of today, and He Tingzhao also became weak day after day because of his pampering and indulgence.Going round and round, falling in love has become a knife that intensifies their separation.

The finger covers the wound, and the medicine is applied to the fingertip and passed to another person through skin-to-skin contact.Even if the other party can't perceive it, love must have crossed these blocked nerves and reached the lover's heart.

"Want to go home?" He couldn't help it, but still succumbed to the inertia of so many years. "Smear the medicine on it, and I'll take you back right away."

The winter sun finally warmed up a little, and it fell on this not-so-big ward.He Tingzhao maintained the posture with his back to him and leaned against layers of soft pillows, and obediently responded, with a slight gasp in his words, "Ah Zheng... Thank you for your hard work."

Probably have to work harder to take care of me.

This one came home with a hint of giving up.

Perhaps Song Mingzheng was being persecuted, but in any case, this finally represented it.For the first time, this man who didn't believe in ghosts and gods and didn't respect gods and Buddhas, and had never been afraid of anyone, quietly bowed his head in front of fate for the first time.

Forget it, he thinks that as long as the person he loves is happy, he doesn't have to mention any of his wishes, and he can really just be a robot that looks emotionless.

It's just that this feeling may be too difficult.

The matter of bringing He Tingzhao back home was delayed a bit. He's family heard that He Tingzhao was going to be discharged from the hospital, and 1 people disagreed. They couldn't accept that their only son had heart failure and might die soon. It is even more incomprehensible why He Tingzhao would give up treatment and leave the hospital.They vented their anger on Song Mingzheng. The whole He family has been in business for many years, and they shouldn't be so impulsive and irritable, but facing Song Mingzheng, who is more intimidating than their own power and status, their parents' instincts also overcome those acquired influences. .

No matter how great the nickname of Third Master is, it is no bigger than the life of their own son.

Back then, I handed him over to you, but I never thought that there would be today.

Song Mingzheng endured the storm-like anger abruptly, but he and the He family members chose the meeting room in the hospital in a tacit understanding, which was far away from the ward.He Tingzhao was still taken by the nurse to get up and get dressed, without any delay.

Nor will it be heard.

This was Song Mingzheng's first beating in front of the He family, and he was also the only person in his life who really punched him but was safe and sound, apart from his parents who had long since passed away.

Countless people once wanted his life, and many still regard him as a thorn in their side.Those who wanted his life died in the end, and those who regarded him as a thorn in the side had nothing to do, but today, facing irregular fists and kicks, with the screams and tears of his loved ones and relatives, Song Mingzheng remained silent .

All of this happened with his permission.

In this short period of time, apart from the shadows left by his parents' discipline when he was a child, the scars left by his past fights, the new wounds left by his own self-abuse, and now, the traces left by the He family .

In fact, it wasn't that serious, it looked densely packed but it seemed like he had lost consciousness. Song Mingzheng had a very high tolerance for pain, which wasn't even painful to him, but he seemed a little sad today.

It turns out that people will feel tired.

He once really thought that this would take decades before he could feel it.

When he returned to the room, He Tingzhao saw that he was obviously stunned for a moment, and then the associated monitoring system began to issue an alarm.But this surprise only lasted for a short while, and the doctor finally gave him some examinations to calm his mind, and this was the end of a small episode.Then he was really taken back to Xicheng by Song Mingzheng, pushed to the hospital gate and carried into the car from the wheelchair. The He family's car was parked on the other side, and He's mother jumped up to the car and looked at him without saying anything. Just teary eyes.

"Mom, next time you can tell my dad not to hit him, why not hit me." He Tingzhao sank in the back seat, and the seat belt tied him inside like a stiff puppet, shapeless Li, even compared to two months ago, he looks like a different person.It's just that he seems to be in good spirits, and he still seems to be able to say every word of joke in a gentle and gentle way, "I feel so bad for beating him, it really hurts."

Mother He pinched his face, but couldn't say a word of accountability. She was silent for a few seconds, and then smiled back, "Mom will visit you in a few days."

"Okay." He Tingzhao blinked his eyes, the bangs on his forehead grew a little, and danced with his slight shaking, but it couldn't hide the brightness of his pupils, "I'll wait for you."

The windows were rolled up, and they were soon separated one by one.The parting in the adult world often doesn't need to be so clear. It's just that when He's mother returns to her car, she finally can't help crying.

It has been so many years, and she still can't forget the feeling when she received He Tingzhao's injury back then. She felt like falling into an ice cave in the overheated room.Immediately, they knew exactly what He Tingzhao's future would be like, and what would be the consequences of a broken spine.But their son grew up with good clothes and good food, and they planned countless bright futures for him. If he didn't follow Song Mingzheng wholeheartedly, how could he have such an ending.

But his son told them decisively ten years ago.

He wants to take this path, he wants to love this person, he wants to give everything for him, and he will try his best to protect him.

When he came out of the closet back then, Father He asked him if he knew who this boy was and where he came from, and asked He Tingzhao if he knew what he was doing.

Young people are not afraid at birth, no matter how their bodies are, their eyes are as firm and bright as they are today.

"I must be with him."

She didn't know if Song Mingzheng had said this to her son, and if he was as fearless as him.It's just that if this feeling persists alone, it probably won't be able to persist no matter what.

Maybe he really had a good life, as happy as he said.

That's the only thing that comforts them as parents.

The author has something to say: I have repaired it a little bit, and there will be another update tonight, and Xiao Mu will go online next time.

There will also be a small Christmas episode