ABO Plum Green

Qu Shi'an didn't tell him to shut up either, he was a little surprised at first, but his expression management was still in place.

They all knew that he didn't have a long time to live, that's just right, choosing a day is worse than hitting the day, so let's talk about it today.

After Tang Shi finished talking a lot, he rolled his eyes at Song Yuyang before leaving.

After Tang Shi left, Song Yuyang still didn't sit down. He stood not far from Qu Shi'an, his eyes were red, and he asked Qu Shi'an if he was Alpha in a choked voice forced out of his throat.

Lying on the hospital bed, Mr. Qu said calmly,

"No, it's the Omega you hate the most and love to tease."

He continued: "Do you still remember the time when you celebrated Xu Rong's birthday, and at night I asked Lao Tzu to take you home on the embankment next to the People's Hospital who didn't know who planted vegetables?"

Appreciating Song Yuyang's astonished eyes, he said viciously: "I was split that day. You idiot."

Song Yuyang shed tears in a daze, and walked towards Qu Shi'an belatedly.

Before he came to him, Qu Shi'an took his hand and put it on the back of his neck.

"The big sunken straight line is the incision at the beginning, and the two small ones on the right are the suppression chips that were put in later. They are young and afraid of regeneration during development."

He didn't expect that the scene of his confession would be so embarrassing, but it's okay, let alone, maybe he died before Xia Tian, ​​and there is no chance for him to regret it.

"The ink tattoo is because it is black, so it can be well covered. This one is one of the ink plums on the wall opposite to the clinic room 5 in Building 318 of the Mental Hospital."

With a slightly hoarse voice, it sounded like a devil's crooning.

Qu Shi'an paused and said: "I picked this one when I was 15 years old."

Song Yuyang wanted to ask Qu Shi'an to forgive him, but later found that Qu Shi'an had no reason to forgive him.

He knew he was too stupid, so he just kept saying sorry, hoping that Qu Shi'an would at least not punish himself for his mistake.

Qu Shi'an was very calm, even a little playful, and tortured the incoherent Alpha in front of him.

"To be honest, don't you think it's a bit late to say this now? Why did you get involved in the Shi family's mess. Oh, by the way, I forgot to tell you, Shi Yunke is a fucking contributor to our kidnapping case , I didn't know that you and Shi Shize had such an endless fate, if I knew it, I would take my anger out on you."

Song Yuyang's hand had been withdrawn from the back of the neck long ago, but Qu Shi'an still held it tightly, and even tightened his grip.

"To tell you the truth, ever since I strangled that fat-headed brother Shitou to death, regardless of whether the hands and ears are cured or not, I have no fucking intention of doing any art. I can't even die Even a third-rate artist."

Qu Shi'an's nails are always trimmed and round, but they are still two to three millimeters long, and this little length is painful even if it is printed on the palm of the hand.

"All of this is due to his one thought."

Qu Shi'an said a lot, mainly explaining Song Yuyang's bastard behavior, and sighed in a very sighing tone halfway through.

"It turns out that the good time of my life was wasted on these trivial things."

In the end, Song Yuyang cried bitterly without any dignity. After crying until his head became dizzy, his legs softened and he leaned on the railing of the hospital bed with his hands, and his knees fell to the ground.

At this point, he was even thinking, if Qu Shian was a messy villain, he would spend the rest of his life thoughtlessly atoneting for his crimes, be a killer or cheat, and be beaten in a sack by his enemies in the middle of the night when no one was around. It's also good to be a waste person.

Either way.

As long as he has a little use value for Qu Shi'an.

But he has done too many heinous things in love, and there is no room for maneuver.

He even wanted to bury himself in the quilt that smelled of disinfectant and smother himself to death.

But Qu Shi'an continued to talk.

"Xiao Song, do you feel that most of the past few decades have been smooth?"

I counted how many people swallowed this dude Alpha for the sake of Qu Shi'an's face, and even offered their network resources with both hands.

Qu Shi'an felt an inexplicable relief in his heart, he looked at Song Yuyang's speechless expression.

"It's all right, I liked you so much before, and I didn't want you to suffer at all."

Rather than expressing love, Qu Shi'an is more used to resisting the urge to feel sad.

Take a deep breath.

He stroked Song Yuyang's hair with his fingertips, and finally told a little story.

"Yuyang, do you still remember the first time you brought Zhima back, I guess you don't remember, but you said it was like a child you raised. You never mentioned it again over this dog.

When it was first raised by me, it always liked to sniff our bed, I was very happy, at least there is finally a panting, like you like me.

Sesame really couldn't bear it this winter. Not long ago, at the beginning of spring, I took it for euthanasia.

Until the last moment, it stood upright and arched its ears under my hand.

Yu Yang, we have come to this day, I have a lot of things that I haven't done well, and it's also a problem with my own personality. In fact, we are not suitable in our bones, so I have to force it.

I do not blame you.

But the last time you came to see me, you don't remember it, and it doesn't remember you.

I really let go all of a sudden.

I don't have many years to live, and it should be considered that I have never treated you badly. Since I have already mentioned this today, I will express my opinion.

From then on, I let you go.

You don't have to care about my life or death. "

When Song Yuyang knelt down before, he thought that he would never have a more sad time in his life, but he didn't expect it to happen.

He no longer wanted to be forgiven, and emotion and regret were intertwined in his heart, which made him cry.

The world was completely blurred in tears.

"I loved you back then, so I was willing to do anything I could for you. Everything was my will. It's just that I want to tell you now."

He still looked up to absorb the last trace of love left in Qu Shi'an's words, but he couldn't see clearly.

He really wanted to do something, really wanted to give away the ring that he had bought for many years but had no guts to give it away, and wanted to say that he really misunderstood.

He didn't understand why he didn't do anything until many, many years later.

Missed a year or two, maybe 20 years later it is just a test of time, missed a full 20 years, even though we have spent most of our lives hand in hand, but in love, there are only scars left by the years.

Song Yuyang stood up holding the railing, then leaned over to hug Qu Shi'an, thinking in his heart that this might really be the last time he saw him.

But Qu Shi'an was actually much calmer. He opened his arms calmly, hugging the chest of his former lover tightly, and paying attention to whether the hanging water had returned blood.

There must be traces of love.

Separated and stacked knife scars, a tattoo of a bouquet of flowers from neck to spine, tears left on the shoulders of a white shirt from a tight hug.

These are signs of love.

Qu Shi'an's life was too long. After he was a teenager, he seldom felt that he could relax, and he didn't care at all, so that he only cared about it once in a while when he was dying.

He wants to grow up in the semi-monthly "Reader" magazine, take root in the ups and downs of the world, and germinate in the true love that has been cultivated through suffering.

He really wants to take root in the text.

Once you detect the hypocritical moans of illness and the expired love rotting in the soil, you will die directly because of the poor-quality nutrients before you can grow up.

——Don't drag yourself along.

Right and wrong, at least in his imagination, it was clear once.