Divorced, still making trouble?

Ji Mingzhe didn't go to see Ji Haodong. After the other party died after serving his sentence, he, as a relative, donated all the useful organs in Ji Haodong's body.

A few days later, after the handover of various procedures was completed, Ji Mingzhe took back Ji Haodong's ashes from the police.

Immediately, he began to prepare for the other party's funeral.

However, Ji Haodong committed many crimes during his lifetime, and his death was dishonorable, so the funeral was very simple and deserted. Only Ji Mingzhe came to the cemetery bought a few days in advance with the ashes, and calmly watched the staff put it into the ground.

Afterwards, Ji Mingzhe stood in the cemetery for a whole afternoon. He didn't bow to Ji Haodong, nor did he put on mourning clothes for his biological father. He just stood there silently looking at the two-inch black and white photo on the other's tombstone.

During those few hours, Ji Mingzhe didn't think about anything and seemed to think a lot. When the dusk fell, he finally looked away, turned around and walked out of the cemetery.

On the way, Ji Mingzhe met Ji Shaoze who was walking towards him with a cigarette in his mouth.

When passing by, he nodded to Ji Shaoze, and then let him continue to walk out, but Ji Shaoze stopped him.

"I heard that you donated all the old man's organs?"

Ji Mingzhe stopped, turned around and looked at his half-brother in front of him, and said, "Yes."

Ji Shaoze nodded and said nothing more.

Ji Mingzhe thought for a while, took out a piece of A4 paper from his pocket, unfolded it and handed it to Ji Shaoze, saying, "This is the list of recipients."

Ji Shaoze didn't answer, just glanced down, and then said in a low voice, "The old man has done bad things all his life, if these organs can help a few people, it can be regarded as atonement for his sins."

"En." Ji Mingzhe responded, and then he waited for a while, seeing that Ji Shaoze had no intention of continuing the conversation, he said goodbye to the other party, turned and walked into the night that had become dark in the blink of an eye.

Ji Shaoze stood where he was, watching his back gradually disappearing in the darkness, and suddenly thought in his heart, maybe this younger brother who is related to him by blood is not as bad as they thought.

Qiu Ye leaned against the car door and smoked a whole pack of cigarettes, and finally saw Ji Mingzhe walking out of the cemetery.

He rubbed Kun Zhan's numb legs, stepped forward immediately, and held Ji Mingzhe's hand, "Get in the car, there are a lot of mosquitoes here, and I've already been bitten several times."

Seeing him, Ji Mingzhe was slightly stunned, and let the other party take out the keys from his pocket, then opened the car door, and led him into the car.

"How did you come here?" he asked.

"After get off work, before you go home, I'll come and take a look." Qiu Ye said.

Ji Mingzhe didn't speak, and lowered his head to turn on the car's air conditioner. Although it was already night, Qiu Ye usually got off work much later than this time, and the other party obviously rushed over specially.

"Show me how's the leg injury?" Qiu Ye took out the mobile phone with his thigh stuck in his trouser pocket and threw it on the center console, then pulled Ji Mingzhe's ankle and rolled up his trouser leg.

More than ten days have passed since the car accident, and the wound on Ji Mingzhe's leg is almost healed, but after standing for too long today, the newly grown flesh and blood are now glowing dark red, especially Ji Mingzhe's fair skin, that strip The scars are shocking to look at.

And he was about to heal, but he didn't really recover completely. Ji Mingzhe's injured left calf was obviously swollen compared with the other good leg.

Qiu Ye frowned, "Have you been standing all this time without taking a break?"

Ji Mingzhe didn't answer, just quietly watched Qiu Ye take off his shoes, then put his calf on his knee, and stretched out his hand to massage him from the sole of the foot to activate the blood.

Ji Mingzhe flinched back a bit.

In addition to the two months in the hospital before, Qiu Ye has been considerate and gentle to him for a long time, but the other party's kindness still makes him feel dazed and unaccustomed.

"Don't move," Qiu Ye looked up at him and pinched the soles of his feet.

Ji Mingzhe didn't move anymore, and let Qiu Ye continue to massage him.

During the massage, Qiu Ye looked very serious. The warm yellow reading light in the car cast shadows of different shades on his overly aggressive and sharp facial features, making his already soft expression even more gentle.

Ji Mingzhe looked at Qiu Ye in a daze.

He has never been a pessimistic person. If he wants to get what he wants, he can do whatever he can to get it, but that is when he is capable.

But now Qiu Ye's liking is a gentle knife that pierces his chest, allowing him to savor the deep affection and at the same time slowly linger him little by little.

"My neck is a little itchy, can you see if I've been bitten by a mosquito?" Qiu Ye suddenly stopped his hands and said.

Ji Mingzhe came back to his senses, looked down, looked at his neck, and asked, "Where?"

Qiu Ye tilted his head and said, "In the collar on the left."

Ji Mingzhe opened his neckline according to what Qiu Ye said, and then touched the red and swollen area with his fingertips, "There is a bag."

"It's itchy, give me a lick." Qiu Ye said.

Ji Mingzhe looked up at him.

Qiu Ye looked at him without changing his expression, "I heard that saliva can relieve itching."

Ji Mingzhe didn't move, he sat quietly on the passenger seat for a while, then he retracted his legs, leaned over and licked Qiu Ye's neck.

Feeling the moist tongue sucking on the itchy place, Qiu Ye took a breath, and then reached out and rubbed the back of Ji Mingzhe's head.

After a while, he tugged at the hair in his hands, and at the moment the person in front of him raised his head, Qiu Ye lowered his head and kissed Ji Mingzhe's wet lips.

"Ji Mingzhe," he murmured vaguely, stretched out his hand to put down the seat, then pulled him into his arms, and kissed him even harder.

When the two parted panting, Qiu Ye wiped Ji Mingzhe's red and swollen lips with his thumb, and looked at him gravely.

When he hated this person deeply before, he imagined all kinds of ways to torture him after turning over one day.

However, when he could really do it, his emotion and state of mind towards Ji Mingzhe had already changed.

In the past, he took pleasure in making this person suffer, but now looking at the depression in the other person's eyebrows, he wanted to say, "Don't be unhappy."

But at his age, he can no longer be desperate for love like he was when he was a boy. He has experienced too much, has too many ties, has too many scruples, thinks too much, and dare not say anything easily.

So he could only swallow back the words that reached his throat, and said instead, "I'll take you to see Xiao Nian tomorrow, that kid should miss you."

Ji Mingzhe closed his eyes and hummed.

When walking back, Qiu Ye told Ji Mingzhe, "You don't know yet, Xiao Nian has made great progress recently, you can stay in the outside environment for a while, and you won't push me away, and one day he called The name of the cat I raised."

Ji Mingzhe was a little surprised, turned his head and asked, "Dr. Gu found a new treatment method?"

"It doesn't count," Qiu Ye said, "It's because they gave Xiao Nian a second scene memory stimulation, and Xiao Nian's reaction was better than the last time."

Ji Mingzhe nodded clearly.

However, Qiu Nian's situation is not as optimistic as Qiu Ye said.

The next day, when the two went to the rehabilitation center to see Qiu Nian, Qiu Nian, who had always only recognized Ji Mingzhe, looked at Ji Mingzhe unexpectedly, let out a heart-piercing scream and attacked him.