what is the relationship between us

After eating, Meng Xinci was washing the dishes when Xu Chunye called.But fortunately, they didn't urge him to go back to the film and television city, but told him that he could come later today.

The staff of the production team were delayed by other things, and now Meng Xin has resigned and there is no one, let him rest at home first, and then go to the production team to gather in the afternoon.

Meng Xinci felt that he was lucky enough to be home. In this way, he could stay with Wan Junxiu for a while longer.

After washing the dishes, Meng Xin resigned and went to the living room, only to find that Wan Junxiu had turned his head to one side, looking drowsy.

His physical strength is always inferior to others, even if the small bookstore on Wenlin Street is open and the students go to class at noon, Wan Junxiu will sit behind the counter and take a nap.

If it was said that when Meng Xinci was still at home, Meng Xinci could help with some things, then in the past two years, only Wan Junxiu has been able to support him.

At first, Wan Junxiu thought it was nothing. The year he didn't take Meng Xinci home, he was also alone. There was nothing wrong with him.

But he ignored too much, he ignored that he was no longer a 22-year-old young man, he ignored that he had been paralyzed for almost ten years, and even more ignored that he had a serious illness.

Lack of energy is common, and sometimes sudden body pains.

So the habit of taking a nap at noon had already been formed before he even realized it.

Meng Xinci couldn't bear to wake him up, but he felt that it would be uncomfortable for him to sleep in a wheelchair.What's more, I'm afraid I've been sitting all morning waiting for myself, so it's time to lie down and relax.

He tiptoed to Wan Junxiu's side, bent down and hugged Wan Junxiu.

Sensing the changes in his body, Wan Junxiu let out a sleepy sigh, and said with half-closed eyes: "I didn't sleep... I just closed my eyes and rested for a while. After a while, I will get up and trouble you when you go to the set. Just in a wheelchair…”

That being said, his head was already leaning on Meng Xinci's arms. It is estimated that Meng Xinci could fall asleep just holding him like this.

Meng Xinci walked slowly, almost every step at a time. No matter how slow he walked, Wan Junxiu's drooping feet couldn't catch the slippers. Blue feet were exposed.

Meng Xinci put him on the bed and held his neck to position him so that he would not choke on his own saliva when he fell asleep.

Wan Junxiu lives alone, and most of the time he uses a urine catheter. The urine bag is almost at the critical point, and Meng Xinci helps him empty the urine bag.When he went out to wash his hands, he pushed the wheelchair in and put it where Wan Junxiu could see and reach him as soon as he opened his eyes.

Seeing Wan Junxiu's eyes closing and closing, Meng Xinci couldn't help but lowered his head and kissed his eyes, and said softly: "Go to sleep, I'll sleep, I know you're sleepy, I don't have to leave so soon, you When I wake up, I will carry you to the wheelchair."

I don't know how much Wan Junxiu heard, anyway, he didn't struggle any more, despite the sleepiness.He muttered something, but Meng Xinci didn't hear it, and when he saw him again, he had already fallen asleep.

Anyway, it was still early, and Meng Xinci also kicked off his slippers and crawled to Wan Junxiu's side to lie down.

He looked at Wan Junxiu quietly, but his feet were restless, he gently rubbed his toes against Wan Junxiu's limp paralyzed feet, feeling Wan Junxiu's body temperature personally.

Meng Xinci didn't make a sound, just watched Wan Junxiu sound asleep quietly.

He couldn't sleep, he slept for a long time on the plane, he would wake up terribly, he just wanted to have a good time with Wan Junxiu.

He hasn't been on that Weibo for a long time. Ever since he knew that his Weibo was picked up by netizens, he has never posted on it again.

What's on your mind is what's on your mind, and you should hide it, or talk to your closest people.

Instead of writing it out and being seen by strangers.

He took out his phone and opened Weibo, and found that it was not like that time when comments and private messages were 99+ at any time.

The last one or two is to tell him that "Where Are You Settled" will be remade, and I wish Meng Xinci his story will finally be seen by more people.

Meng Xinci smiled silently, then turned his head to look at Wan Junxiu who was lying beside him.

He leaned sideways, lowered his head and kissed Wan Junxiu's temples.Wan Junxiu, our story will be seen by more people, are you happy?They don't know you, don't know me, but they don't mean their blessings.

We, too, are blessed.

Meng Xinci pulled Wan Junxiu's hand out of the bed, then pushed his curled fingers away, and put his own hand on it.

For some reason, I just wanted to hold Wan Junxiu's hand, not only wanted to hold his hand, but also wanted to take a photo.

The movement was too big, and Wan Junxiu was woken up.

Wan Junxiu didn't know what he was going to do, and wanted to withdraw his arm. Meng Xinci took a picture with his mobile phone in one hand, and took him with the other, and said happily, "Don't move, let me take a picture."

Wan Junxiu had just woken up, his whole body was still soft, and he didn't have the strength to really pull his arm back, so he could only let Meng Xinci do whatever he wanted.

The voice of the person who just woke up still had a bit of a voice: "Is there anything good to shoot, it's so ugly that it looks like a chicken foot, I despise myself."

"What nonsense are you talking about? It's ugly, how soft is this hand!" Meng Xinci corrected him, raised his eyebrows again, and said with a sly smile: "But no one else can pull it, but I can. "

Wan Junxiu raised his head and looked at Meng Xinci, not knowing what to say. Sometimes he really couldn't catch up with what the kid said.

Meng Xinci simply pulled his hand over to his lips and kissed Wan Junxiu's hand, then put his hand back under the quilt.

He originally wanted Wan Junxiu to sleep for a while, and wanted to make sure that he would never wake Wan Junxiu again.But when he lowered his head, Meng Xinci was stunned.

He suddenly found a white hair growing on Wan Junxiu's temple.

It was just a thin strand, hidden in a pile of black hair, which could hardly be noticed, but at this second, Meng Xinci felt that this white hair was so dazzling that Wan Junxiu's dense black hair could be ignored.

Meng Xinci felt like a fishbone stuck in his throat, and the heart hidden in his chest beat inexplicably fast.

He really felt very uncomfortable, Wan Junxiu is only 34 years old this year, he is in his prime, and it is the best time in a person's life.He has seen too many elites in Shanghai these years, they are the same age as Wan Junxiu, they wear suits and leather shoes every day, and go in and out of the most prosperous areas in Shanghai.

Obviously they are not as good-looking as Wan Junxiu, but at first glance they are more energetic than Wan Junxiu, and even look younger than Wan Junxiu.

Why does Wan Junxiu, who is also in his thirties, have a white hair?

Meng Xinci started to be scared for no reason, so scared that his voice trembled: "Wan Junxiu, why do you have gray hair?"

Probably even Wan Junxiu himself didn't know about it, and he looked at Meng Xinci with wide eyes in disbelief.

The hand that had just been stuffed under the quilt stretched out again, tried to raise it to his head, and rubbed it aimlessly a few times.

Wan Junxiu looked at Meng Xinci in horror, and asked him: "Where is it? I don't know, are there many? No, I didn't see it when I took a shower last night. Did you read it wrong?"

Meng Xinci hadn't recovered from the shock, and didn't feel that Wan Junxiu was also afraid of it. Instead, he said firmly: "There really is, but it's just one, and it's not obvious. You can't see it. I also saw it by accident. Wan Junxiu, why do you have white hair?"

"Yeah, why do you have white hair?" Wan Junxiu was in a daze, and when he heard Meng Xinci's question, he muttered to himself.

Wan Junxiu wondered if he had been so happy recently that he had forgotten that he had actually been writing Meng Xinci for a whole round?

For a whole round, at the age of 12, Meng Xinci was only in his early twenties, while he was already in his thirties.

It stands to reason that thirty is nothing for an adult male, it is the best age for a man.

But how can his body use common sense?

Wan Junxiu is a person who has personally experienced death once, and a person who spent a lot of money to bring him back from the palace of the king of hell.

If he had nothing to worry about, he would not be so afraid of aging, let alone death.

Alone, dragging this lingering body, many times death is more like a relief.

But he has a concern, and a beloved who can no longer be separated.

They've only just been reunited, and two hours ago they were sitting face to face at the dinner table, laughing and saying it was business as usual.

Thinking of this, Wan Junxiu's eyes suddenly turned red, and he tried to get closer to Meng Xinci with the few moving body parts.

Only then did Meng Xinci feel Wan Junxiu's uneasiness and fear, he turned around and hugged Wan Junxiu in his arms.

"Don't be afraid, it's okay, it's just a white hair, you don't know that I have a classmate, he is a young boy, Bai, who is half a year younger than me, and already has gray hair." Meng Xinci felt regretful, regretting himself Why bring up this white hair, and regret that I didn't learn how to coax people from Xu Kaici, otherwise how could this be the most stupid.

"Xinci, have you ever thought... I will leave many years earlier than you... I am in poor health and older than you..." Wan Junxiu was already trembling, "I am not afraid of death, nor am I afraid of old age. , you don’t know, my life was given to me by your father, I’ve had enough of it long ago...but we’ve only just...we’ve just been together..."

The following words have no logic, let alone sense of proportion, as if tomorrow will be separated forever.

Listening to his trembling voice, Meng Xinci felt as sad as if he had been cut open.

It shouldn't have been said about this issue, but on the first day after returning home, Wan Junxiu was made to cry, it was a crime worthy of death.

Meng Xinci dragged Wan Junxiu's head with his hands, making him look directly into his eyes.

A light kiss could no longer appease Wan Junxiu, it could only turn into a lingering and gentle deep kiss.

"No, you will live a long time and will be with me for many years. Wan Junxiu and we have just been together, and we will have many years. Don't be afraid, I will always be here."

The author has something to say: emmmmm sickness and a little bit of abuse will happen, so I won’t be abused outside the episode, and I want to write two sweeter ones.Rehabilitation... let's talk about it.

Then what, I have a nest, and the puppies eat meat and bones, and they will be placed in the nest.

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感谢在2021-03-2204:24:13~2021-03-2307:50:59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 cast the landmine: Banana No Nana, 1 Hanamaki Jumbo; thanks to the little angel who irrigates the nutrient solution: Brother Achen! 13 bottles; thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!