private romance

This time it was much longer than before.

Because this time gave him vision, he has a deeper perception of time than before.

But it turned out to be a more tortured experience.

Mu Chenyuan had basically given up struggling. He no longer had expectations of the police, and he didn't even think he could get out alive.Sometimes I hold the determination to die, look around, only suppress the panic and calculate in my heart how to maximize the benefits, at least fight to the death.It's just that this mood is still filled with strong unwillingness most of the time. After all, no one is willing to die willingly.

Resignation is really a very difficult thing.

Sometimes he was worried about grandma. If he really died this time in this encounter that he had no ability to resist, it would be even worse because the old lady who had been sending her family away for half her life was really unwilling to let go of the vortex of fate. Miserable people.

Maybe the last root is also broken, and grandma will lose hope of life.

Occasionally there are some outlandish and absurd ideas, such as if he voluntarily donated for matching, Song Mingzheng wondered if he would be lenient and willing to give his grandma a more stable and prosperous old age.

But after thinking about it, he denied it again. People like Song Mingzheng couldn't accurately describe his character based on all his understanding and guesses in the past year, let alone guess his thoughts.Mu Chenyuan has given up these useless speculations, thinking that for a bad person, instead of seeking his kindness, it is better to find his own chance of survival.

It was cruel, and it was too cruel for him.

Looking around, there is a vast expanse of whiteness, all of which are various testing medical equipment, as well as bright monitoring probes.He knows some things, and some things he doesn't know, and when he looks at them, he feels fear.

During this period, Song Mingzheng never showed up once, as if he didn't care or ask about his affairs at all.Every day someone came to bring him water and food, and checked his temperature and heartbeat.There are no nurses, but nurses occasionally come to check his skin condition, whether he has developed bedsores due to the pressure.The living conditions actually look like they're a little better.Because of the visual bonus, he can see the specific appearance. From the initial resistance to the later voluntary eating, Mu Chenyuan did not go through the same struggle as before.

He was put on electronic shackles, no longer like the complicated shackles before.Probably considering that he himself cannot move freely, his two slender legs are no longer locked by huge chains.Sometimes Mu Chenyuan would feel that he was like a prisoner who had traveled through time, the kind who was supposed to be cut off after Qiuhou.

As for the items he carried with him.oh

He remembered that the wiretapping system that the little policeman who contacted him was looking forward to was crushed by that woman shortly after he got in the car. He had never seen a woman with such strong hands in his life.But it's not too surprising that there are so many things that are beyond the scope of his knowledge.

The woman raised her eyes and smiled slightly, "Mr. Mu, this brand has a special recording device, and I suggest you equip it with a special one. Their family is quite unscrupulous. In order to sell bugs, if you install software in their mobile phones, the effect will be discounted." .”

This was said first, and the police on the other side could hear it, and then there was a crisp "pa——"

His mobile phone broke into two sections, which looked crisper than his broken spine, which was directly divided into two halves.

Unabashedly ridiculed, just as arrogant as Song Mingzheng.

That foreign doctor came twice, and Mu Chenyuan hated him no less than Song Mingzheng, so the two of them had no communication.Recalling the scene when we first met, I was very respectful to this person, and even felt that Song Mingzheng was the doctor specially found for him. I wished I could use all the beautiful words I could think of to praise him. evil pen.

In a state of restlessness and powerlessness, he has absolutely no means of resistance.He could only let them do some tests for himself. Most of the tests he had never done before were not ordinary routine tests, but Mu Chenyuan thought in his heart that these could probably be regarded as preparations for heart transplantation , but he didn't know what to do.

So he procrastinated, and as he counted the time, he had already been in this unknown hospital or sanatorium for half a month.

Fleeting time.

It's not that Song Mingzheng can't remember him, but he also has a very strong unwillingness.Staying at home and surrounding He Tingzhao every day, this kind of unwillingness can be suppressed a little.

In fact, there is no reason to persuade him to give up.

There is no reason for him to give up willingly, even if this persuasion comes from He Tingzhao's mouth.

It's just that if it's someone else, he can easily admit that he can't do it.But He Tingzhao couldn't do it, so this awkward stalemate began to pull repeatedly in his own heart.

His lover didn't see anything wrong, and his life was still the same. Maybe it was because he spent more time at home, so he was more clingy to him than before.

Although the most troublesome thing for Song Mingzheng has not yet been resolved, and the hidden dangers in his heart will always exist with the development of He Tingzhao's body, he also enjoys it and can live in a false calm and deceive himself.

until

"What did you say?"

The knuckle fingers pinched the back of the phone, it seemed that it didn't take much effort, but the owner's suppressed anger could be clearly seen from the whitening of the fingertips.

"Data error?" Song Mingzheng felt his soul and sex being separated, and every word on the phone sounded ridiculous to him, "Are you kidding me, Boris? Did you consider the consequences before making the call?"

"Third Master, there are some things we have to admit, and we have to face them in the end."

The doctor's Western accent was not very recognizable at first, but under the deliberately correct words, he forcibly squeezed out a hint of coming from afar, "But I don't think it's our team's fault, the people are directly brought by you."

Almost at the same moment, the quality inspection report was sent to him along with the transmission.Song Mingzheng stretched out two fingers to pinch a corner of the thin paper, and glanced at the content on it.

But there is no need to be careful at all, most of them are useless nonsense, only the last line is very clear.

The results indicated that the HLA-A, B, and DRB1 loci of the patient He Tingzhao were inconsistent with the donor.

"Redo." Song Mingzheng's voice was quite calm, "If there is no reasonable explanation, you will die together."

"Master...it's obvious..."

Song Mingzheng closed the line, the rest of the words were meaningless to him, listening to one more word was a waste.

He calmed down for a while, and picked up the fluffy document again.Because of He Tingzhao's physical condition, he learned most of the above data by himself, but he doesn't need to look at the data.

It didn't take 2 minutes for Song Mingzheng to judge the authenticity of the thing in his hand.

When the rationality returns quickly, the anger will be reduced a lot, and it will be replaced by deep sorrow and sadness.I already have the answer in my heart, just go through the formal verification.

It must be the result of the lover wanting to send it to him and wanting him to believe it.

If you make me believe it, then I will believe it.

Then I couldn't find anything.

Song Mingzheng felt powerless. If He Tingzhao got involved in everything, his intelligence, IQ and combat effectiveness would obviously drop by more than one notch. This was a situation he knew very well and was powerless to change. Love must be his eternal love. His weakness is a scar on his heart, the most painful piece of flesh dug out.

So much so that He Tingzhao didn't want him to have any more thoughts about Mu Chenyuan, even if he just found such an excuse that can be said to be a cover-up to fool him, he had to pretend he didn't know.

Then I admitted it.

"Third Master."

The nurse knocked on the door on time, with the same voice as Burris on the phone, as if he had gained confidence in front of him.Whatever tantrums he throws, it looks like impotent rage that doesn't make sense.

"Young Master He will bring you some snacks."

The pinch time is just right.

When he is irritable, Song Mingzheng always subconsciously likes to eat some sweet snacks.

It's a demonstration, it's a show of favor, it's a show of love.

It is to tell you that the report card is fake by me, and the sample is replaced by me. I will lie to you openly, and I will wait for you to give up willingly.

It doesn't work if you don't want to, who told you to love me.

Who made me love you.

"Send it back." Song Mingzheng sighed, "I'll feed him a piece later." At the same time, he didn't stop his hands, and sent a message at the same time.

"I'm too lazy to care, just toss around."

It took less than a second for the message to be sent out, just like the countless similar ones he had sent in the past, it would be received quickly and strictly enforced, even if it was just two random words.

Song Mingzheng stood up, and when he walked through the half-covered curtains, a void of light fell on his face, and then his face, which could not pick out any flaws, walked into the shadow ahead without hesitation.

The story had come to an end for him, but it was worse than expected when he thought about it.

He had to return to He Tingzhao's side, so that he could barely heal his anxiety and wounds for a short time.

The lover is naturally waiting for him.

Gentleness is the cure for all violence.But Song Mingzheng felt that this sentence was wrong, and said it more romantically. He Tingzhao was the medicine to cure all his own violence.

Seeing that he was still there, people were half calm.I don't feel the need to ask anything, just stay together and fall in love.

"The weather is very good today." The back of the chair is relatively low, and He Tingzhao can only be regarded as lying on the wheelchair with most of his body, so he can't control the wheelchair. In fact, he can't see much of the scenery outside the house. So cold."

"The next cold snap will take half a month." Song Mingzheng answered, already thinking about not asking He Tingzhao anything that might make him unhappy.He went to the wheelchair and turned on the handbrake, and pushed him to lie down in front of the French window.In fact, there is a reclining chair not far away, but picking it up and moving it is nothing more than making He Tingzhao suffer a lot. It seems completely unnecessary. "It will still be cold before the Lunar New Year, so wear more when you get up."

"Let's talk when it's cold."

Because of pushing the wheelchair, Song Mingzheng stood a little behind him, and when he heard this, he subconsciously looked up and swept out the window.So when he wasn't paying attention, He Tingzhao quietly raised his head to look at him.This movement is really difficult for him to do now, and the wound immediately hurts, but the person's eyes are bright, and he naturally curled his lips when he didn't realize it.Because he knew that Song Mingzheng would take care of him, plus the time before he was injured, over the years, he rarely had the opportunity to look up seriously.But in fact, He Tingzhao likes him very much, because he admires him from the bottom of his heart, and worship comes from endless love.

With this kind of psychological bonus, every time his waywardness originally required a little presupposition.But being loved unconditionally for many years, the presupposition is gone, and she is indeed a lot more courageous.

Thinking of these, He Tingzhao was very happy.Of course, there are more than these, there are many more, almost everything related to Song Mingzheng.

At first he thought it could be explained by simple love words, but after thinking about it, it wasn't all.It is also related to his own sense of satisfaction, which is a kind of fulfillment when looking back at life and finding that there are no regrets in life.

So now I just hope that Song Mingzheng will have no regrets as much as he can.

Do with him what you can do with him, make him happy if you can make him happy, and untie him if you can.

Try to keep him in this world as much as possible. If a person has a soul, it's nothing more than waiting for him for decades.

Still feel worth it.

After he is paralyzed, everything needs to be helped and taken care of by his lover.So no matter how you look at it, it was Song Mingzheng who was with him, but after turning around like this, when one of the two lives was counting down, the responsibilities between them were reversed silently, and the relationship between them became more and more serious. Important and inseparable.

"When the weather is good, I feel comfortable on my body." Song Mingzheng turned his eyes back to him. He Tingzhao lowered his head just a moment ago, squinting his eyes and pretending to look at the flowers outside, waiting for Song Mingzheng to lean down to his side "That's why I have the energy to play with Ah Zheng."

"I'm happy when you're in good health."

Song Mingzheng rubbed He Tingzhao's head, fluffy hair with a lot of volume.When he was a child, he followed the trend and learned to be rebellious for several years, and went to drift the lightest gray hair, but unexpectedly, this incident did not affect his hair quality, it was still thick and thick.Song Mingzheng liked to rub his head when he was standing, and felt that it was the most energetic and vital thing on He Tingzhao.Occasionally, when I think about it, I still feel a little bit emotional. I don’t know if he has already guarded his lover’s gray hair.

"I don't want to go out to play either." Hooking up a chair, Song Mingzheng sat next to him, pulled the hand that was resting on his lap, and began to massage the soft and curled paralyzed hands.The two were in the warm bedroom, chatting facing the scenery in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, "I just wanted to stay by your side."

With the decline of the body in the past two years, many rehabilitation massages by He Tingzhao have stopped, and the living habits have gradually changed unconsciously, but the impact on the immobile body itself is not only subtle and subtle .The fingers curled up in the palm of each other became tighter and tighter. Song Mingzheng gently rubbed the knuckles and then slowly straightened out the curled part of the middle knuckles. He Tingzhao didn't respond, but his limbs were very honest.The paralyzed palm trembled in his hand, silently protesting, "Does it hurt?"

"It's okay, it's a little numb." He Tingzhao shook his head lightly, and smiled sweetly at Song Mingzheng beside him, "I don't even feel pain when you massage."

"Actually, it's good to have a little feeling." Song Mingzheng frowned upon hearing this, as if he was seriously worried, "But I dare not force myself with you."

"It's better to be gentle." He Tingzhao said with a smile, "I'm afraid of pain."

Supporting the thin wrist, he held the drooping paralyzed palm in his hand and raised it a little higher.Song Mingzheng lowered his head and kissed the back of his hand, rubbing it against his face, "I know you are afraid of pain, Xiao Zhao is so delicate, I haven't tried too hard."

"When didn't you work hard?" He Tingzhao opened his eyes wide and pretended to joke with him, knowingly asked, "I worked hard at night, I remember Ah Zheng would work harder if he drank some wine... Oh, I haven't done it for a long time, I don't know Ah Zheng can't use his strength now..."

"He Tingzhao!" Song Mingzheng raised his embarrassing voice a little bit, his face blushed and his heart beat faster when he said a few words, Song Mingzheng also complained about why he was so unfocused and unprincipled, but he still surrendered immediately every time, "No Nonsense!"

"You can't talk about it at home?" He Tingzhao pursed his lips, and the layer of cyanosis on his thin lips became obvious, and his heart felt stuffy and painful after a few breaths, "Ah Zheng... shameless, too... too Thin..."

Seeing that he was suffering, Song Mingzheng immediately leaned over to rub him again, and the embarrassment just now disappeared without a trace.

"Why do you always say these things?" Holding his neck, he moved He Tingzhao's upper body into his arms to encircle him. His soft and boneless body was tightened by him, and his loose and soft belly was pressed against his arms. Song Mingzheng wished he could bury his head completely. Into his body "You all know that I have a thin skin."

"It's not because...wanting to...sleep with you."

He Tingzhao was panting heavily, leaning on Song Mingzheng's shoulder, speaking intermittently and soothingly.Because of the loss of strength, a few strands of silver fell down the chin to Song Mingzheng's collar, and the dark water stains were not so obvious.Song Mingzheng kept paying attention, reached out and lifted his neck, moved it a little to the side, then naturally took the hot towel prepared by his side to help him wipe his lips clean, bowed his head and pecked, "I'm so anxious."

Drooling is actually quite embarrassing, but He Tingzhao is used to it after being together for too long.He knew that Song Mingzheng wouldn't care, so he didn't have anything to worry about. He could accept his status as a patient with peace of mind and enjoy the caring care of his lover safely.

"Is there no news about the Curry you are looking for?" He is not afraid of which pot will not be opened, and He Tingzhao just wants to mention it because of his favor. Originally, Song Mingzheng didn't plan to tell him anything about it.Originally, he wanted to be fierce, but when he lowered his head, he looked at the deer-like eyes and chuckled at him. Song Mingzheng couldn't say anything, "Then it's spring, is Ah Zheng free to take me out to play? Anyway, we are."

"Aren't you going to have surgery?"

"it is good."

Song Mingzheng took a deep breath, and he had to work hard to restrain his emotions in order to pretend that nothing had happened, "You should have a good rest during the Chinese New Year, and I will take you to play in the spring."

"Anywhere?"

"Anywhere."

He Tingzhao's eyes lit up, he smiled and stopped talking.The two have their own ideas, and Song Mingzheng really intends to take him out to play, hoping that he will be happy, so he can be regarded as telling him.

Baby, I really will promise you anything.

But He Tingzhao might not think so, some things would be nice to have an answer.If Song Mingzheng has this kind of heart, he must be sensible, and when spring really comes, he can find a hundred more reasons to stay at home.

It would be nice to be with you.

Needless to say, he didn't even get to the point.After coming and going, it can be regarded as getting a gentle answer that reassures each other.

作者有话要说：感谢在2021-01-0903:36:00￣2021-01-1302:37:53期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦￣感谢投出手榴弹的小天使：九歌1个；

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: 1 scroll;

Thanks to the little angels of irrigation nutrient solution: 19 bottles of Huayu Chunlai; 1 bottle of Thesonofthechoes; thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!