enchanting forensic doctor

Because Song Weiran's emotional and mental state is not very good, Zhaoxi went through the procedures for him to suspend school, Song Weiran did not refuse, and went back with Zhaoxi.Song Weiran seemed very quiet along the way, except for occasional questions from Zhao Xi, she basically didn't say a word, just sat there quietly, in her own world.

Song Weiran hesitated at the moment of entering the door, but still walked in with Zhaoxi.

"Go take a shower first and have a good rest." Putting down Song Weiran's luggage, Zhao Xi dragged his coat and said to him.

The amber eyes looked at him for a while, and then said softly, "What about you?"

Until they went back, Zhao Xi hadn't had a good meal or slept for nearly a week.At this time, he looked extremely haggard and exhausted, and his whole person even looked a little decadent, completely without the enchanting appearance that charmed all living beings.

Song Weiran knew that he had stayed up all night because of Ye Minghui's autopsy, and then he hadn't had a good rest because of his heart.Later, he was busy going through the formalities of suspending his studies and taking care of himself. He could imagine how tired Zhao Xi was now.

He patted his head and smiled faintly, "Go and wash first, and leave me alone."

Song Weiran glanced at him and said nothing, found out the clothes she changed and went into the bathroom.

Zhao Xi threw herself heavily onto the sofa, and raised her hands to cover her eyes.He can see the child's silence and alienation.He knew that there was no going back between them. When the child clearly expressed his liking that morning, the relationship between them changed.When he saw the child protecting that child so crazily, when he cried bitterly in his arms until he fainted, he knew that he already had a different feeling for him.He wanted to hug him and kiss him, but now they couldn't even speak a few words.He clearly felt that the child was still deliberately keeping a distance from him, except that his heart knot had not been opened.Until now, he still doesn't know why the child said goodbye to him that day. He was so sad and was about to cry, but he still choked up and said it.

Why?What is it for?

Zhao Xi didn't know, he only knew that their current way of getting along made him very irritable, even a little uneasy, and he had a bad premonition faintly in his heart.

When Song Weiran came out of the shower, Zhao Xi had already fallen asleep on the sofa, in an uncomfortable way.

Song Weiran stood aside, quietly looking at the sleeping man.He didn't know why Zhao Xi brought him back, was it on a whim like saving himself in the first place?Or is it because you feel sorry for yourself?Or is it an act of desperation because there is nowhere to send yourself away?

He didn't know, but no matter which one he wanted, it wasn't what he wanted.What he wants, this man will never give.

Walking slowly, stretched out his hand and gently touched the familiar but unfamiliar cheek.He became thinner, haggard, and his skin became rough, but the moment he touched his skin, his heart still beat unnaturally.

Chao Xi who was touched suddenly tilted her head, avoiding the slightly wet fingers.Song Weiran's hand immediately retracted like an electric shock.

Standing next to the sofa and looking at him with complicated eyes for a long time, she went into the bedroom and took out a blanket from the cabinet, and gently covered him.Even though Song Weiran tried not to disturb him as much as possible, Chaoxi, who was in a light sleep, still woke up when he was covering her with a blanket, opened her eyes slightly, looked at Song Weiran whose hair was still dripping, "Did you wash it? Why don't you dry your hair?"

Song Weiran was a little embarrassed by his sudden awakening, stood with his head down, avoided answering his question, and said softly, "I'm done washing, you can go."

It looks like a rabbit that has been frightened all the time, and it doesn't have the look of the domineering little wild cat back then.

Zhao Xi gradually opened her misty eyes, stared at him for a while hesitating to speak, but finally said nothing, stood up and walked past him to leave.

After walking a few steps, he stopped, "If you are tired, go to bed and sleep for a while." After that, he never looked back.

Song Weiran stood there for a long time, but in the end she still didn't listen to him, but lay down on the sofa.The body was covered with a thin blanket, which was not warm at all. He slowly curled up his body and hugged himself tightly, as if this way he would not feel so cold and so lonely.

to the bedroom?

How could he go to his bedroom.As long as he thinks about the crazy sex and love he had with someone in that room and on that bed, the intense panting on the phone that night will echo in his ears.

So here it goes, just like before, just sleep on the couch.It's good to keep such a distance. If his heart hadn't crossed over at the beginning, wouldn't he be so sad now?

Ye Zi, if you hadn't fallen in love with Zhang Nan, would you still be laughing unscrupulously in my ears now? Did we all do something wrong?Shouldn't we be greedy for things that don't belong to us from the very beginning, so now these are all punishments?

Leaf, you tell me, you tell me...

When Zhao Xi walked into the bedroom after taking a shower, there was nothing on the bed.Walking into the living room, as expected, I saw the person on the sofa curled up in a ball and fell asleep with only a thin blanket covered.Even when he was asleep, his eyebrows were still tightly knit together, the expression on his face looked so sad, and there were even traces of tears sliding down the corners of his eyes.

Walking to the sofa, squatting down, watching him quietly.

Covered with such a thin blanket, and fell asleep without even drying his hair, does the poor kid want to catch a cold?

It suddenly occurred to me that when the two of them quarreled during the summer vacation, I liked to call the arrogant boy a spoiled kid. It was obviously a few months ago, why did I feel that it was so far away?

He stretched out his hand and gently stroked the child's tightly closed eyebrows, over and over again.Fingertips gently traced the line of his lips, leaned down, and gently kissed it.Carefully picked him up, but never thought that a young boy could be so light.An inexplicable pain in my heart.Gently put him on the bed and covered him with the quilt, lay down beside him, hugged him in his arms, and closed his eyes.

Kitty, let's stay together like this.

Neither of them had a good rest for a long time, and it was already the evening of the next day when they woke up.Before he opened his eyes, he felt the warm weight on his chest, and the long, warm breath brushed against his neck. Song Weiran opened his eyes, and there was a patch of wheat-colored firm skin in front of him.As soon as he looked up, he saw the man's peaceful sleeping face.Then he saw that he was in Zhao Xi's bedroom, still being hugged by him on his bed? !

"It's brutal, but I like it."

"Enn... Take it easy..."

Suddenly, I remembered the phone calls that night, those violent body collisions, coquettish moans, and the rubbing of the bed. Everything seemed to go back to that night, everything was so dark and hopeless.

Feeling nauseous for no reason, Song Weiran quickly got up from the bed and ran to the bathroom, lying on the toilet and throwing up.It's just that he hasn't had a good meal for a long time, and he didn't spit out anything except stomach acid.

Zhaoxi woke up the moment he ran down from the bed, heard Song Weiran's uncomfortable vomiting, and hurried to the bathroom, and saw the child sitting on the ground lying beside the toilet and retching.

"What's wrong? Does your stomach hurt? Why did you throw up all of a sudden?" He stretched out his hand anxiously to touch his forehead to see if he had a fever. Yesterday he slept on the sofa with such a thin blanket for so long, did he catch a cold? ?Could it be vomiting caused by fever?Unexpectedly, as soon as his hand touched Song Weiran, he dodged like an electric shock. Zhao Xi stared at her hand suspended in the air, and froze in place.

The atmosphere became very awkward for a while.After a while, Song Weiran stood up from the ground with difficulty, and pressed the flush button.He lowered his head and said to Chao Xi, "Don't worry, I'm fine." He left Zhao Xi alone and walked out, and he never looked at Zhao Xi from the beginning to the end.

Because he was afraid that something might happen to him, Zhao Xi ran out without even putting on his shoes. Standing barefoot on the cold floor, he didn't feel cold at all. He stood there in a daze, speechless for a long time...

After Song Weiran left the bathroom, she never entered the bedroom again, but curled up on the sofa, holding the book left by Ye Minghui, her fingertips trembling slightly.He knew that Zhao Xi was concerned about himself just now, and he also knew that the actions just now had hurt Zhao Xi, but when he thought of how those hands had touched someone else's body, he couldn't help but want to run away.

Opening the pages of the book in her arms, Song Weiran felt inexplicably about to cry at this moment.He really has nothing now, his mother doesn't want him, the person he loves doesn't want him, and the only friend who supported him has already left.What is he going to do now?He has nothing, he has nothing left!

Now he seems to be rowing a flat boat alone, surrounded by the vast ocean, he can't see a little starlight, he can't see a lighthouse, he may be swallowed by darkness and waves at any time.No one to help him, no one to guide him the way ahead, he only has himself.

Flipping the flat pages, asking over and over again, Ye Zi, what do you think I should do?Why do you even have to leave?Why should I be left alone?

The handwriting in the book is gradually blurred, and the soft yellow halo in the hazy field of vision shatters like drops of water. When I quietly look at the pages of the book that have long been blurred, with a slight flick of my eyelashes, the crystals in my eyes are shattered...

Ye Zi, am I wrong, should I not come back with him?Should I have stayed away from him long ago?Should I leave?

Now that we have said goodbye, is it a mistake to meet again?

Yes, he shouldn't have come back in the first place, he was leaving!Get out of here!leave him!

Suddenly he stood up from the sofa as if possessed by a demon, and started to pack his things in a hurry.I didn't have many things, it was nothing more than a schoolbag when I was kicked out of the house, and a travel bag brought back from school.Carefully put away Ye Minghui's books, carried his schoolbag and travel bag to the entrance to change his shoes.

"Where are you going?!" The arm was tightly held by Zhao Xi who suddenly appeared, and his suppressed roar could be heard beside his ears.Song Weiran could even feel his body trembling.

Song Weiran lowered his head and did not answer.

Taking a deep breath, Zhao Xi still held his arm, and asked again in a slightly soft voice, "Where are you going?"

Why did his voice stand up, so sad?

"I It's not convenient for me to live here, it's better to move out."

He suddenly stopped after hearing his words, he wants to leave?

After being silent for a while, Zhao Xi asked, "Where are you moving?"

"I don't know." Finally raised his head to look at Zhao Xi, interrupting what he was about to say, "But there will always be a place."

"Why... you have to leave?" In the black eyes, the sadness was so thick that it couldn't be melted away.

Song Weiran looked at him quietly for a long time, then slowly stretched out her hand, touched his cheek, and smiled lightly, "Zhaoxi, you know, I like you."