Above, please use some force

In the end, He Wen was so tired from doing it in Shen Cheng's arms that he didn't even have the strength to move a finger. He lazily lifted his wet eyelids.

"Brother, how long are you going to hide it?"

After a pause, Shen Cheng picked up He Wen and walked to the bathroom. The warm water washed his body, and his fingers swept over the shocking strangle marks, bite marks, and scratch marks.

"Understood," the tone was deep, and there was still some hoarseness that hadn't disappeared. Shen Cheng lowered his eyes, the hair in front of his forehead was leaned on Shen Cheng's body with all his strength by the hot water, He Wen stroked his hair, and the rising mist His eyes were too cruel, "reason."

"I love you." Fingers went into the raging mouth and pulled out the liquid, Shen Cheng still lowered his eyes, "Is this reason enough?"

He Wen turned around, grabbed Shen Cheng's hair and pulled it vigorously, biting his earlobe fiercely with his teeth, blood flowed down the corner of his mouth, and dripped into the water at his feet.

"Does it hurt?" He Wen didn't let go, but bit harder, as if trying to tear off Shen Cheng's ear, "At that time, my heart would have hurt ten thousand times."

There was more and more blood, and a lot of it flowed down Shen Cheng's neck.

Shen Cheng remained silent from the beginning to the end, cleaned up the small opening on He Wen's back, and then wiped his back with a towel.

"Come with me to the hospital to see Shang Jun tomorrow." He Wen loosened his teeth, licking the blood on Shen Cheng's earlobe wantonly with the tip of his tongue.

There was silence for a while, and there was a low voice in the bathroom, "Okay."

As if all his strength was waiting for this word, He Wen cursed a few words, put his chin on Shen Cheng's shoulder socket, closed his eyes and let him wash himself.

A while later, Shen Cheng wiped He Wen's body clean, carried him out of the bathroom, and after seeing the extremely messy mattress, he licked his bitten and swollen lips.

After he changed into a new set of bedding, he turned around and saw that the man was already sleeping on the sofa.

There was a soft light in his deep eyes, Shen Cheng bent over and carried him to the bed, then lifted the quilt and lay beside him, with his arms in his arms.

The next morning, He Wen rolled back and forth in the bed but failed to get up. There were footsteps in the room, the curtains were drawn, and the sunlight came in, illuminating everything in the room.

The bag on the bed moved, and a disheveled head popped out from under the quilt, followed by fiery curses, "What time is it? What are you doing so early?"

Shen Cheng was neatly dressed, a rare casual attire, a white shirt, a silver-gray vest, and the cuffs were rolled up. His usual rigor was a little less serious, and he was a little more lazy. Coupled with that stern facial features, The strong contrast will make people unable to help but be attracted.

"It's eight o'clock, didn't you say you're going to the hospital in the morning?"

"Fuck!" He Wen roared, opened his heavy eyelids, but when he saw Shen Cheng's outfit, he suddenly became sober.

"Just going to the hospital, what are you doing dressed like this? Seduce those young nurses?" He Wen raised his lips, "Change it out." He said in a domineering tone that could not be refused.

Shen Cheng handed over the milk, then opened the closet by himself, and changed his clothes.

When the two went out, Uncle Wu was already waiting. When he saw He Wen, he bent slightly and smiled kindly, "Good morning, Mr. He."

"Good morning." He Wen hooked his lips and smiled, he squinted at the man beside him, it seemed that the other party should have said something to Uncle Wu.

There was a lot of rain in April, and it was still sunny when we went out. When the car drove to the hospital, it started to drizzle with flying slant.

He Wen scratched his slightly damp hair, put his hands in his trouser pockets to find the cigarette case, pinched it and let go.

The words "no smoking" on the wall were so eye-catching that he couldn't ignore it.

When he appeared in Shangjun's ward, Qi Yue was standing at the door with a cold face and folded arms, as if the living should not come near him.

"What's wrong? Who got mad at Boss Qi?" came a teasing voice.

Seeing the person coming, Qi Yue's face changed, and he said lightly, "The one inside is hopeless." After a pause, Qi Yue tugged the tie around his neck, his brows were full of frustration and exhaustion after anger: "I tried my best, I waited, I pretended to be my grandson, I pretended to be a fool, but in the end I failed."

The man who has always been refined can swear, and he is on the verge of breaking down, which explains too many things.

"Go buy a preserved egg porridge." He Wen passed Qi Yue, and when he was about to open the door to enter, he said something suddenly, and strode into the ward without waiting for his reaction.

"Preserved egg porridge?" Qi Yue was puzzled, he glanced at Shen Cheng, and swallowed the question that came to his mouth, because he felt that this man would not give him any answers.

As soon as he entered the ward, he was overwhelmed by the strong smell of oranges. Looking at the orange peels in the trash can and the bags of oranges on the table, the corners of He Wen's eyes twitched.

He strode over and snatched the orange from the man on the bed, "Shang Jun, do you want to eat it to death?"

"That's his smell." Shang Jun lost much weight, looked at He Wen with bloodshot eyes, and begged, "Give it back to me."

The next moment when he saw the person outside the door, he obviously became alert, "What are you doing here?"

Shen Cheng closed the door and sat on the chair, "I accompanied him here."

His eyes paused on Shen Sheng for a while, and Shang Jun began to pray to He Wen again, "He Wen, give me the orange."

He Wen threw the oranges in his hand into the trash can, and threw all the things on the table into it, and then he saw something smashing towards his face, and he didn't hide, his eyes warned Shen Cheng not to come up.

Blood flowed down his forehead, and in the bright red color, He Wen's eyes were red, with complex emotional fluctuations faintly.

Seeing the man's pale face and red blood, Shang Jun was stunned for a moment, and the next moment he lifted the quilt and got out of bed like a child who did something wrong, and ran over, "He Wen, I didn't mean it, I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry." He Wen said suddenly.

Shang Jun was stunned again, he should be the one who should say sorry...

Wiping the blood on He Wen's forehead with a tissue, Shen Cheng's expression darkened, and he said the same words as He Wen, "I'm sorry."

Shang Jun didn't understand, he didn't understand the meaning of those three words until many years later.

When He Wen returned after healed the wound, Shen Cheng didn't follow him, he was alone, Qi Yue who went out to buy porridge had already returned, and the bowl of porridge was quietly placed on the table, it must have been cold long ago.

He Wen picked up the bowl of porridge, spooned a little into his mouth, it was a bit cold, and the fishy smell of preserved eggs was a bit strong, but the taste was very good.

"What's the matter with the injury on your head?" Qi Yue looked suspiciously at He Wen, then at Shang Jun.

"Knock on the door." He Wen teased, and took another mouthful of porridge, "Have you changed your preferences?" He seemed to be talking to himself, but also seemed to be asking someone.

No one answered, one didn't understand, and the other didn't know whether to understand or not.

A dull silence followed.

Shang Jun returned to his introverted and tranquil appearance, with his eyes downcast, as if he had fallen asleep.

"I'll go down to get some air." Qi Yue got up and left after finishing speaking.

"How long have you worn the chain on your wrist?" He Wen stood beside the bed, looking down at the people who were close to each other many years ago.

"Forgot." The corner of Shang Jun's mouth curved into a smile, "He said at that time, I can't take it off in my life, not even in death."

"It's really domineering." The corners of his lowered eyes were red, Shang Jun stopped talking, and fell into the long memory, those times that were engraved into his soul.

He Wen rubbed his forehead and whispered, "Sometimes, if you take a step back, you are doomed to never have the chance to move forward."

If at that time, Shang Jun did not choose to leave, but faced him together, what would it be like now?He won't fall, and maybe he won't get into a car accident.

Then he will graduate with Shang Jun, start a business together, and fight for the same dream.

However, no if.

"What are your plans in the future?" He Wen's eyes that cannot be ignored fell on Shang Jun, "Qi Yue is not bad."

"I'm already married." Shang Jun touched the bracelet on his wrist, "There's nothing I can give him."

He Wen's eyes were full of impetuosity, he took out a cigarette and lit a cigarette, took a deep puff, his fingertips trembled slightly because of emotional instability.

"Smoking is prohibited in the hospital." Shang Jun frowned and coughed a few times suppressed.

Through the thin smoke, He Wen looked at him, "The oath is only valid when both parties are alive, Shang Jun, there is still time."

"You really look like him when you smoke." Looking at the arc of the man's light-colored lips, he has noticed that this is the other's habitual action, especially when he is smoking, he is used to pulling one corner of his mouth , revealing a cynical evil spirit.

"I heard that you are going to resign?" He Wen pinched out the cigarette butt and threw it into the trash can, under the raised eyebrows, the shadow was a little unpredictable and irritated.

Looking up at He Wen, he was puzzled, probably because he didn't understand how the news got to the other party, Shang Jun smiled, "Well, I plan to go back to Germany."

He Wen's eyes shot straight over, as if being stabbed in the heart by a knife.

He wanted to tell Shang Jun that Shen Zheng was not dead, and stood in front of him alive and within reach, but Shen Zheng could no longer make the promise he had made back then, and they couldn't go back.

Then he can indulge and cruelly appreciate the regret and pain in Shang Jun's eyes.

After a long time, he heard his calm voice, "Bon voyage." Without staying for a moment, He Wen left quickly, his back even a little heartless.

This was the last time Shang Jun and He Wen met in China. After being discharged from the hospital, Shang Jun quickly completed the resignation procedures and handed over the work in hand.

On the day he left the country, he packed his luggage and locked the door, took the suitcase and got into a taxi.

There was no one to see him off, he was alone when he came, and he was alone when he returned.

My heart was a little empty, as if I forgot something, Shang Jun sat in the car, clasped his hands to his forehead, he thought over and over again, trying to figure out what he had lost, the bracelet was not forgotten, and the eternity was also forgotten. He is well preserved, the most important two things are there.

Until he showed up at the airport, he didn't think of any clues, so he dragged his suitcase into the airport, shuttled among the passing passengers, and the emptiness in his heart became clearer.

What did you forget...

"What are you waiting for?" The voice behind him made Shang Jun's body tremble, and when he looked back, he saw the man smiling at him, with an impression of gentleness.