private romance

Song Mingzheng was not as uncomfortable as he imagined when he woke up.

Drinking capacity is a matter of practice, and he has never been able to drink.First of all, he is not a serious businessman and does not eat outside food.Secondly, he rarely has the opportunity to go to such occasions, he will accompany He Tingzhao whoever can stay at home, and he is always afraid of coming back with the smell of alcohol on him.

If it wasn't for the fact that He Tingzhao's body was slowly weakening, there was a great possibility that he would never appear in this kind of entertainment field for the rest of his life.It's just that he didn't complain when he went there, no one dared to offend him blatantly, even for Song Mingzheng, if the other party really had something that could be good to He Tingzhao, let alone be arrogant towards him, even if it was to let him act like a bull. Horses don't matter either.

It's just that his wish is not always He Tingzhao's wish, and his indifference is not He Tingzhao's indifference.

Always the ordinary sad in the world.

When I looked around, it turned out to be empty.Song Mingzheng opened his eyes almost at the same time, and sat up in the next second.

He began to recall the previous events. Many things should be recalled vigorously by others, but in his mind, it was like a revolving lantern, and it was pieced together in a few seconds.Song Mingzheng didn't have time to think too much, so he turned over and got out of bed, half of his pajamas fell off, revealing the man's extremely curvy cock, he shook his head impatiently, his mind was full of how to explain to He Tingzhao.

Song Mingzheng felt as if he had made a mistake, and felt uneasy, as if he was eager to find He Tingzhao to admit his mistake.But I can't see him crying.

He was going out when the door was pushed open.

He Tingzhao was leaning on the wheelchair, and he pushed the joystick to get in.Just in time, Song Mingzheng and Song Mingzheng looked at each other, then smiled, and said first, "I woke up so early, I thought you were going to sleep until noon." When he opened his mouth, Song Mingzheng's heart was about to break. He knew He Tingzhao's physical condition better.I don't know if this throat is crying or not drinking water, it looks as if it is about to smoke.He didn't speak, and went to lift the blanket on He Tingzhao's body with a sullen face. Sure enough, there was a belt under it. He didn't use it for many years. He didn't know how long he couldn't stand it before he tied it up.

"Use this anyway!" Song Mingzheng didn't dare to attack him, and what he said sounded more like a grievance.After talking first, he bent down and supported his lover's back to move slowly, adjusting his posture.The stiff touch of his hands made people uncomfortable. I don't know how long it has been since He Tingzhao's state has been in such a bad state. Song Mingzheng blamed himself more and more, wishing to bear the pain for him all the time.He didn't dare to carry him directly to the bed, for fear that he would get dizzy, so he could only massage him with a little force while moving.It's just that, stroking his body, He Tingzhao didn't say anything, but Song Mingzheng already understood.

He guarded himself all night.

"No", He Tingzhao leaned his head on his shoulder, and smiled softly in Song Mingzheng's ear, his soft whispers tickled people's hearts, "Ah Zheng, you bothered me last night, you didn't sleep well, and you will climb up in a while." Hug me. I was so troubled that I couldn’t sit up straight before I tied it up, and now I won’t admit it again?” He tried his best to drag his right hand off the armrest, and slowly stretched it towards Song Mingzheng’s waist.The five fingers that are not flat have a strange touch on the side of the waist, and some have curled knuckles, which is not the feeling of ordinary hands, but what Song Mingzheng cares about is not the feeling caused by the deformity, but the coldness of the hand. Not at all warm.

Xiao Zhao's blood circulation is so poor, how sad it must be to stay up all night?

"Go to sleep." Song Mingzheng knelt down on one knee, took off the cold hand on his waist, and then took He Tingzhao's left hand curled up beside him, and held the two fisted hands in his palms to warm them.He had just sobered up, but his complexion might not be worse than He Tingzhao's. "Baby, I'm going to die of love."

"Okay", He Tingzhao let him warm his hands, leaned on the headrest and looked at him.His face is pale, but his eyes are gentle and bright, "Ah Zheng drinks so much and comes home, I will feel bad." He rarely really loses his temper with Song Mingzheng, and Song Mingzheng often thinks that He Tingzhao is too smart, always You can pinch your own dead spot, "Look, I'm worried, I have to fall asleep with you, my back hurts from sitting", he puffed up his cheeks, as if he was cute, Song Mingzheng also knew that if it was really uncomfortable, He Tingzhao would not tell him at all, but when he heard this, his heart turned sore, and he wished he could kneel down and swear to He Tingzhao now that he would never say it again.

"Go and lie down for a while, can I rub it well?" Song Mingzheng pushed the wheelchair to the side of the bed, and was about to carry him up carefully. He Tingzhao poked him slowly with his right index finger, "Let the nurse hold me, huh?" Zheng, go take a bath and sleep with me." His palm moved slowly, climbed onto Song Mingzheng's wrist, and gently rubbed the heel of his palm on Song Mingzheng's wrist. You massaged, I can't do it myself, I can't ask you to help me again, but Ah Zheng... you can rest for a while."

"Too many things have been done for me, and I'm really sad."

Song Mingzheng was soaking in the bathtub. He buried his head in the water, leaving only a string of small bubbles on the surface of the water.He can hold his breath for a long time, comparable to a professional diver, this is not his hobby, he only likes to do this to calm himself down when he is upset.

The longer the time, the longer he was able to hold his breath, just like he could endure many things in his life.

He and He Tingzhao have retained the same passion as when they first fell in love for ten years, and he also feels that he has not learned how to be a mature lover.

I tried my best to give him a sense of security and tenderness, but it always seemed to make him sad.Maybe they are all men, He Tingzhao always has stronger self-esteem than girls, but most of the time he bears it for him, or maybe it is the natural insecurity brought to him by paralysis, which puts He Tingzhao in an emotional state. It seems that even if he stops, he will never be able to wait for his Xiao Zhao to walk over by himself.

Or maybe, he just wasn't good enough on his own.

It's that I'm not doing well enough.

He is not a person who likes to make excuses, and even in many cases, he is good at taking faults that do not belong to him.In fact, Song Mingzheng understands very well in his heart, but when two people get along, one of them must be more tolerant and bear more mistakes. He not only wants to be the tolerant and responsible person, but also very willing to be the tolerant and responsible person.

To this day, he already knows that everything cannot be as expected, and he also understands that many things cannot be forced by manpower.But he seems to be more fragile than many years ago. It's not that Song Mingzheng can't accept life and death, but he can't accept the tragic collapse of his only intimate relationship.

There is something that cannot be forced, and you always ask for it, and you have to fight for it, so that you can snatch some luck from God.

Coming out of the bathroom, the nurse had already carried He Tingzhao to the bed and was changing his diapers.He Tingzhao lay on his side, his body bent, revealing his slightly deformed spine.The buttocks, which were not too shriveled, were flushed. Song Mingzheng knew that he must have been with him last night and hadn't had time to change his cover. In front of He Tingzhao, he didn't want to get angry at the nurse, and he just blamed himself more in his heart.The nurses were all afraid of him, they all kept their heads down and did what they were doing, not daring to speak.

He Tingzhao squinted his eyes as if he was sleepy, Song Mingzheng leaned over and kissed him, his lips touched the softness, and then received a gentle response "Ah Zheng, I want to hug, I'm sleepy... hug me to sleep", Song Mingzheng didn't say anything , only lightly embraced his upper body and hugged him, and helped him put on the oxygen mask.He motioned to the nurse to let them back down.Originally, He Tingzhao was supposed to wrap diapers again, but Song Mingzheng was afraid that he would get sores, so he stopped wearing them and put a diaper under his body. If he urinated too much, he just changed the sheets. trouble.

With only one hand, he spread the urine pad on He Tingzhao's limp lower body, and applied lotion on his delicate skin, but his movements were still proficient. Originally, he could have been faster, but he was afraid of disturbing the people in his arms. When resting, let the movements be gentle and slow, so that He Tingzhao can have a quiet and relaxing dream as much as possible.

It was the time when the sun was shining brightly outside the house, and he didn't know how many years ago it was the last time he slept in the cage with this person in his arms.

Song Mingzheng looked at his lover who was breathing quietly, his chest rose and fell peacefully, his paralyzed body was soft, and he didn't feel ugly when he snuggled up to his side.In Song Mingzheng's own eyes, it seemed that no matter what, they should have been created by nature.He Tingzhao seemed to be sleeping peacefully in his arms, and felt how much he cherished this moment.Every second you spend with this person is the time you want him to keep forever.

If money and power can be exchanged for these.

If you can.

Presumably he is not the Third Master Song of today, but the taciturn boy ten years ago has grown up.

The scene that appeared in front of him seemed to be slowed down frame by frame. He Tingzhao was peeking at him from the gate of the garden. green leaves.The boy looked at him for a moment, then covered his face and said embarrassedly, "You are so pretty, can I like you?"

Yes, he remembered his answer that day.

Not a single moment of hesitation.

But if possible, Song Mingzheng lowered his head, raised his head with one hand to look at He Tingzhao's sleeping face, and slowly rubbed his back with the other hand.He felt the huge wound and the uneven skin, which was the trace of the bullet that had pierced through and exploded on He Tingzhao's back.

Xiao Zhao, if possible.

Actually what I wanted to say was.

Let me like you first.

His life began to shine when He Tingzhao appeared at the age of 16.Whether it is countless money, power, or beauties in the future, it will be the icing on the cake for his love at first sight at the age of 16.