Acting as a substitute

Yuan Jiayi was stunned for a moment, then turned his head and wiped away the water stains at the end of his eyes.

He lightly grasped the palm of his hand, then slowly released it, spread it on his knee, showing all the red marks on the tiger's mouth.

"But...it seems useless."

Bo Shenyan raised his hand to cover his cold back.

"Ok, I know."

Yuan Jiayi not only didn't break free, but raised his other hand to cover Bo Shenyan's.

He stroked Bo Shenyan's beautiful joints, and when his gaze passed over the smooth and flat back of his white hand, he couldn't help overflowing with envy.

As soon as he saw Bo Shenyan, Yuan Jiayi couldn't help but think that in the video that day, Bo Shenyan said his choice without hesitation.

Even though he knew it was Bo Shenyan's last resort to protect him.

But no matter what, Yuan Miao died.

It was crushed alive before his eyes.

That was probably the most miserable way to die in the world.

Using the medical tools that Yuan Jiayi was most proud of and depended on for survival, he dismembered his only nostalgia in this world.

His hand recovered, but he no longer dared to hold a knife.

Even seeing the wrench and pliers, Yuan Jiayi would immediately think of the bloody bone pliers, the minced meat hanging on the bone pry, and the sticky hair from the bone hammer hitting his head.

All this made him dare not close his eyes, dare not recall any more.

Only when Bo Shenyan is by his side can he sleep peacefully in a moment of warmth.

Seeing him like this, Bo Shenyan just wanted to go to the chopping board to get a knife, and then put it in Yuan Jiayi's hand, and let him pierce it through his palm.

Let them suffer the same wounds and bleed the same amount.

However, Yuan Jiayi would not do this.

He will only do more cruel things.

It means that I no longer feel sad or happy for him, and all my emotions will no longer fluctuate because of his thin and cautious words.

"Let's separate, it's better than torturing each other like this."

Yuan Jiayi's tears fell on Bo Shenyan's fingers, and then fell on the back of his hand along his fingers.

He shivered from the cold.

The hot tears were assimilated by the cold temperature of Bo Shenyan's hands.

Bo Shenyan lowered his head, unable to see the emotion in his eyes clearly, only the warmth of his hands made Yuan Jiayi feel as if he was holding ice.

"The porridge is almost ready, it's time for Jiajia to eat."

Yuan Jiayi moved his numb ankle, hummed, put on his slippers and turned off the fire.

Seeing him leave his reach, Bo Shenyan suddenly panicked.

He stood up hastily, turned around and rushed to Yuan Jiayi desperately, hugged him tightly, and buried his head on his shoulder and neck.

"No...don't," his eyelids were hot and his voice was shaking uncontrollably, "Jiajia...don't...please...please, don't..."

Yuan Jiayi let him hug him without saying a word.

Facing his indifference, Bo Shenyan stared at his beautiful neck muscles in a daze for a long time, then rushed to the chopping board as if he had made up his mind.

He wanted to pick up the knife on the chopping board to vent his anger on Yuan Jiayi, but before he touched the handle of the knife, he was angrily pushed aside by Yuan Jiayi, who had reacted in time.

Bo Shenyan staggered back a few steps, stared at Yuan Jiayi's calm face with red eyes, pointed at his nose and cursed loudly.

"Why did you stop me, why did you stop me, this is my body, mine! I can do whatever the hell I want! Even if I want to chop off my hands, you don't care!"

Yuan Jiayi has never seen Bo Shenyan so broken down and desperate, and roaring so heartbreakingly, aside from the current situation, he looks like a complete shrew.

After his yelling, the cramped hut became quieter, and his mind gradually regained his senses. Bo Shenyan couldn't help but regret talking to Yuan Jiayi in this manner. He took a deep breath and bowed his head in silence.

"...Don't do this."

Yuan Jiayi raised his hand to wipe away his tears, and drooped his shoulders weakly, "Bo Shenyan, don't be so childish."

Bo Shenyan strode up to Yuan Jiayi's side, holding his hand cautiously, as if worried that holding too many fingers would make him appear too greedy, so he only pinched Yuan Jiayi's two fingers, pitifully begging.

"But I like you, I can't leave..."

"But liking is not something you can eat, Mr. Bo."

Shaking his head to interrupt Bo Shenyan's words, Yuan Jiayi held his cold hand back, "You shouldn't have me in your life, I just give you back the life that belonged to you."

"I don't like...I don't like..." Bo Shenyan kept crying, choked up and couldn't say a complete sentence, "I don't like the old life, I'm not happy at all..."

Yuan Jiayi stood on tiptoe and hugged Bo Shenyan's neck, pressed his lips against the throbbing blood vessels on the side of his neck, and opened his mouth with the same difficulty, tears were hot.

"I deny my bad life in the past twenty years, but I am only willing to admit that I love you."

Bo Shenyan grabbed Yuan Jiayi's waist uncontrollably, tying him tightly and refusing to let go, making it hard for Yuan Jiayi to breathe.

The primal urge in their bodies made them both lose their minds.

The last scene, from morning to sunset, from tears to sweat.

It took Bo Shenyan more than ten hours to tell him the love of his life at the place closest to Yuan Jiayi.

"Is it still possible for us?"

Yuan Jiayi's hair was wet with sweat, and he half-closed his eyes tiredly, looking up at Bo Shenyan's affectionate eyes.

Those eyes were red, but there were no more tears.

"I don't know," Yuan Jiayi stretched his arms around his broad back, closed his eyes and pecked Bo Shenyan's lips, "it doesn't matter either."

Bo Shenyan sneered and nodded.

"You have to live better, I will always like you."

The resignation process went smoothly.

But when he packed up his things and left from the department... he ran into a little trouble.

Yuan Jiayi had been held in Song Yang's arms for more than ten minutes and refused to let go, the old man blushed hard.

"Doctor Song, if you don't let go, I will call the police."

Hearing Yuan Jiayi address him like this, Song Yang asked him incredulously, "Are you not going to be a doctor in the future?"

"...Well, it's not..." Yuan Jiayi lowered his head and straightened his messed up collar, "I don't do clinical work anymore."

Song Yang beat his chest and stamped his feet in regret, and took Yuan Jiayi's things and sent him out of the second bone ward in person.

As soon as he arrived at the door, he was stopped by a group of doctors and nurses viciously.

Yuan Jiayi: "..."

Forced to accept everyone's hug, Yuan Jiayi bid farewell to everyone with slightly red eyes.

"I wish you all good health and longevity."

When he passed the emergency ward where he and Bo Shenyan had injections, Yuan Jiayi saw the news broadcast on the TV in the ward.

The headline above is dazzling.

[The popular traffic niche student Sheng Lan may become a murderer, and what awaits him will be a ten-year prison sentence] Yuan Jiayi stood in the hall and looked up at the screen. Sheng Lan, after he got into the car, Sheng Jianghe and Song Jiaoyan in handcuffs appeared in the corner of the camera.

A neat family.

There was no complete piece of skin on their faces, and they were ferocious and scarlet, which was similar to his ankles.

Sheng Jianghe's eyes hidden behind the back of the seat were full of horror, like a beast covered in bruises.

Yuan Jiayi couldn't help but frowned.

Bo Shenyan didn't tell him many things.

But he still knows.

But even he knew.

Also see you again.

Two years later.

A small town in Yucheng.

The weather in early May is already a little dull.

The scent of gardenias on both sides of the road was crushed by the warm wind and scattered in the air wantonly.

Melt into the collar of every passerby passing by here.

Under the setting sun, a tall and thin man walked calmly on the road carrying a 25kg bag of flour, his steps were steady, his frame was well-proportioned, and he was only wearing a simple black shirt and trousers, but his waist became thinner and his legs became longer.

There was thin sweat on the man's forehead, but it could be seen from his light and relaxed smile that it was obviously not because of fatigue.

After turning this corner, he was about to step onto the small bridge to return to his home on the other side of the river, when he suddenly heard the person behind him greet him in a friendly dialect.

"Alright, Doctor Yuan, go back to the house?"

Yuan Jiayi paused, turned around and smiled at him, "Damn, go back and cook."

"The original doctor, Kuo Isaac, you said that you are excellent," the woman sighed, shaking the fan in her hand, "You still have..."

"Oh, it's so hot, I really can't bear it, Madam Lin, I'll go first, you pay attention to your body, don't drink cold anymore."

Hearing what she was going to say, Yuan Jiayi hurriedly changed the subject with a smile.

"Hey Doctor Yuan, run away whenever you say fuck me!"

The woman slapped her thighs with a smile, and stopped calling him when she saw him walking away, and simply leaned back on the recliner and continued to fight with the people beside her.

Yuan Jiayi took out his mobile phone to check the time, walked quickly up the small bridge, and looked at the door from a distance, only to see that the courtyard door of the house was still closed, looking past the flowers in front of the courtyard, Yuan Jiayi looked at the door of the house His eyes were full of smiles.

Walking to the door, he changed his hand to carry the flour, hissed and shook his purple fingers, raised his hand to open the unlocked catch, and looked at the woman who was walking towards him.

"Yunxin, I'm back. Thank you for your hard work. Are you tired? I'll cook today, so you should take a good rest. Hmm... Do you want to eat dumplings?"

Seeing Yuan Jiayi walking into the courtyard, Zhou Yunxin was full of undisguised joy on her face.

"Not tired, not tired, Jiayi, I like to eat whatever you do."

Yuan Jiayi pursed his lips and smiled, and walked over quickly while looking into her arms.

He put down the flour sack and opened his hands.

"Come on, baby, give me a hug."

The milk doll in Zhou Yunxin's arms bared its two deciduous teeth and stretched out its fleshy white arms towards Yuan Jiayi.

"...Pu...Pu...Dad...Dad..."

Yuan Jiayi's heart was melted by her soft cry, and he couldn't help but smile with his eyes bent.

"Hey."

The author has something to say: Hee hee, can you praise me, those two sentences moved me (doge)

Those cubs who like to praise me very much on weekdays, I know you can see it, I advise you to come out and praise me immediately, don't wait for me to cry and beg you.

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感谢在2021-03-0111:45:27~2021-03-0123:48:56期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

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

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 2 bottles of dawn;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!