Self-cultivation of spare tire

When Huo Yan rushed to the hospital, the lights in the operating room were still on.

Xu Lanting was like a lonely ghost, sitting on the corridor of the hospital.

The man's face was pale, and his eyes were blank.

He seemed to have lost all consciousness, leaving only a shell in the world.

"Brother," Huo Yan pressed Xu Lanting's shoulder, "Chen Zhu will be fine." At this moment, he didn't know what to say, so he could only hold Xu Lanting's shoulder tightly, silently comforting the man.

On the phone, when Huo Yan heard Yang Yi say that Xu Lanting parachuted to save someone in the rainstorm, he felt that Xu Lanting had confessed to be there.

Unexpectedly, Xu Lanting broke out in a desperate situation.

He also dug Chen Zhu out of the grave.

Chen Zhu is the only survivor in the hardest-hit area—if he can come out of the operating room safely today.

I have to say that Xu Lanting is a very unique person.

He always seems to be able to break out of desperate situations with a lot of ruthlessness.

Huo Yan didn't understand how Chen Zhu and Xu Lanting, who were so different from each other, could get together.

Now, he seems to understand a little bit.

To a certain extent, both of them are the same ruthless characters, and there is a reckless rebelliousness in their bones.

Although one is a gentleman and the other is a scumbag.

"Don't worry, Lord Yan dare not accept your people."

Xu Lanting seemed to finally have a sliver of consciousness, the eyeballs in the sockets moved, and finally landed on the door of the operating room in the distance.

"The best experts in the country have been invited," Huo Yan said, "Chen Zhu's injury was bandaged in time, and he was still breathing when he was delivered. Don't be too..."

Xu Lanting suddenly said, "Huo Yan." He looked at the door, but he seemed supercilious and didn't pay attention to anything.

"Did you know," a smile appeared on the man's pale face, "he called me 'brother'."

Huo Yan was dumb for a moment, not knowing what to say.

Xu Lanting had no expression on his face, and his voice was flat, "Tell me, how much virtue must a person like me have accumulated in his previous life to meet such a silly kid like Chen Zhu."

He seemed to be talking to himself, and said to himself: "You know, when I ran out of the disaster area with him on my back, I was never so scared in my life," Xu Lanting said, but his eyes were calm and weird. Calmly, "But now, I am suddenly not afraid."

"Xu Lanting, calm down."

Xu Lanting patted Huo Yan's hand, and said lightly: "I figured it out, whether it's the world or hell, as long as I don't let go, I will go wherever he goes."

Huo Yan: "Xu Lanting!" He finally understood that if Chen Zhu didn't make it through today, Xu Lanting would really die with him.

There was a faint smile on the man's lips, he laughed at himself, "I just don't know, I've done all kinds of bad things in my life, if I'm on the same road to hell as him."

Xu Lanting's eyes were empty, and he said coldly: "I'm going to hell, but Ah Zhu..." He lowered his eyes, looked at his blood-stained hands, and didn't make another sound.

Huo Yan looked at his faintly mad posture, and didn't make any more noise.He only prayed from the bottom of his heart that Chen Zhu could come out of it alive.

The operation lasted from daytime to late at night, time was like stagnant water, and lifeless enveloped everything around.

Huo Yan had already fallen asleep leaning on the back of the chair, but Xu Lanting always maintained the same posture, not even changing his gaze.

He was like an empty shell nailed in place, waiting for the answer of fate.

Whether to continue in the world or go to hell is a matter of an instant.

People kept coming to the door of the operating room, and people kept leaving.

Someone advised Xu Lanting to go to rest, and someone sighed and pressed Xu Lanting's shoulder, and left in silence.

Suddenly, Xu Lanting seemed to hear the cries of many people.

This natural disaster has taken away too many people. Those who are buried in the mud and sand have husbands, fathers, and mothers—each of them still has concerns left in the world.

But in the end, the one who was left behind was the one who was more sad than heartbroken.

Xu Lanting was the calmest among them, because he would never be the one left behind.

At this moment, it was unexpectedly calm.

It wasn't until the door of the operating room slowly opened that Xu Lanting realized that he was not at all calm.

The madness in his bones soared instantly, and his hands trembled uncontrollably.

He stared fixedly at the doctor who came out from the inside, and even the doctor was stunned by the look in his eyes.

"Sir, you are the patient's—"

Before the doctor finished speaking, Xu Lanting rushed up—but jumped over the doctor and rushed into the door of the operating room.

"He's dead, isn't he dead?" Xu Lanting's eyes suddenly went dark, he couldn't hear anyone's voice, only Chen Zhu's imperceptible call before he fell into a coma.

His Azhu, his Azhu still left...

Why, why, he was the one who did the wrong thing, why should Chen Zhu bear such an ending?

Xu Lanting's rationality was already tightly stretched into a thread, and before he revealed the answer, he couldn't hold on any longer and completely collapsed.

"I was wrong, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Xu Lanting knelt half-kneeling, not knowing where to confess his sins, not knowing how to exchange that clean person from hell.

He didn't want to accompany Chen Zhu to die at all, because he was always the one to die.

Chen Zhu lived, Xu Lanting died, this is the most fair answer.

"Why not me, why..."

"Sir!" The nurse held Xu Lanting back, thinking that the man was going to rush in, but at that moment, the man seemed to have lost all his strength, and suddenly fell to the ground.

"Xu Lanting!" Huo Yan rushed over and picked up the unconscious man, "Your Chen Zhu is not dead, did you hear that? Xu Lanting!"

Huo Yan looked at the pale man, and anxiously asked the doctor, "Is he..." He didn't say anything, just looked at the doctor.

The doctor squatted down, checked the man's pulse, and breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's nothing serious, I'm overtired, I'll be fine after a night of sleep."

"Fuck," Huo Yan heaved a sigh of relief, but also wished to punch Xu Lanting in the face.

Calmness and rationality are false, and it is true that he has been crazy for a long time.

Huo Yan thanked the doctor, hesitated for a while, and then said, "Can I take a bed with Chen Zhu?"

"What?"

"This man will go crazy if he can't see Chen Zhu." Huo Yan looked at the unconscious man and sighed, "If it's convenient, arrange a ward for them both."

There was the sound of water, ticking, ticking in my ears.

Chen Zhu rolled his eyes, as if he saw the rain curtain all over the sky again, in a trance, he thought that his family was still trapped in the ruins.

However, he vaguely remembered that someone desperately dug him out of the ruins, carried him on his back, and walked out of the abyss step by step.

Xu Lanting, Xu Lanting...

He wanted to move, but his limbs seemed to be filled with cement, and they were extremely stiff.

It's so cold... Chen Zhu could feel the cold water dripping into his blood little by little, into his internal organs, coldly digging open his weak lungs, and pouring vitality into his blood.

It was really cold, Chen Zhu subconsciously wanted to curl up, but he couldn't open his eyes, and couldn't move, only his fingertips trembled slightly.

Suddenly, a warm hand grasped his hand, melting the heat into his veins little by little.

"Sir, after the blood transfusion, you should also pay attention to your health."

The man's hoarse voice came, only a monotonous "um".

The body is not so cold, and the temperature of the fingertips becomes harder to ignore.

The man held his hand, breathed a sigh of relief, and kissed it again.

Chen Zhu heard his hoarse voice, with the exhaustion of the rest of his life, "Azhu, look at me, okay?"

The man called Chen Zhu's name over and over again, kissing his fingertips tirelessly.

"Open your eyes and look at your brother."

"Azhu, if you're still awake, I'm going to be scared."

Just like the night when Xu Lanting carried him behind his back, the man did the same, calling his name over and over again, coaxing him not to sleep.

With some strength in his limbs, Chen Zhu struggled, his heavy eyelids were pushed up with difficulty, and he saw the haggard and pale face of the man.

The man's expression, from the initial stupefied to the joy of regaining a new life, flashed before Chen Zhu's eyes in slow motion.

"Azhu," Xu Lanting saw Chen Zhu opened his eyes, and called the doctor while touching Chen Zhu's face, "Azhu..."

Chen Zhu turned his face away with difficulty, he had no doubt that if he continued to stare at Xu Lanting like this, the man would kiss him in front of everyone in the next second.

He just walked through the ghost gate, he didn't want to go crazy with Xu Lanting.

The doctor came, checked all the data, gave a few more instructions, and left in a hurry.

Chen Zhu looked at the back of the doctor, and said the first sentence, "How is the situation in the disaster area?"

Obviously, Xu Lanting didn't care about these things, he just looked at Chen Zhu, and there was only Chen Zhu's reflection in his light-colored pupils.

Chen Zhu sighed, closed his eyes, and opened them again, "I want to see the professor."

"Okay." Xu Lanting was unexpectedly soft, touched his face lightly, then turned around and ordered someone to call someone.

When the old professor rushed over, the mud on his clothes hadn't dried yet. He seemed to have aged a lot overnight, and the hand holding Chen Zhu was trembling.

"Disaster area..." Chen Zhu spoke with difficulty, those fresh lives, those faces full of hope...

"Death and injury are unavoidable." The old professor sighed. He knew that Chen Zhu was stubborn, so he had to briefly explain the current situation.

Chen Zhu listened intently for a while, his fingertips turning white.

After the old professor finished speaking, he looked at the man sitting quietly aside.

In the past few days, he has basically understood the entanglement between the man and Chen Zhu. In the past, he would never have allowed Chen Zhu to get involved with a man with a complicated background like Xu Lanting.

But when he saw that Xu Lanting carried Chen Zhu out of the disaster area and stood by Chen Zhu's side day and night, the blood bank in the disaster area was in urgent need, and this man desperately gave Chen Zhu blood transfusions.

The man in front of him was far from the rumored President Xu who had a dark face and cruel methods.

In the past few days, Xu Lanting was like a silent shadow, a shadow that would only guard Chen Zhu, guarding Chen Zhu's side every step of the way.

For a while, the professor didn't know what judgment to make.

But because of Chen Zhu's character, the doubts in the old professor's heart gradually dissipated.

In addition, Xu Lanting looked at Chen Zhu with pitiful eyes, like a person in the desert looking at the last glass of water, and the old professor inevitably felt more sympathetic.

Since he is someone close to Chen Zhu, he will never be a bad person.

The professor mistakenly labeled Xu Lanting a "good guy". After comforting Chen Zhu, he patted Xu Lanting on the shoulder again.

"Okay, now that he is awake, don't watch him cry to death every day, go to sleep."

Xu Lanting paused for a moment, then twitched his mouth, "Thank you, Professor."

Sure enough, after the professor left, Chen Zhu laughed softly.

Cry to death?When Chen Zhu thought of Xu Lanting wiping away tears and looking like a little widow dying, he couldn't help laughing.

But after laughing, Chen Zhu was unexpectedly silent for a long time.

After a long time, Chen Zhu looked at Xu Lanting who was sitting in the corner and staring at him.

Chen Zhu smiled faintly, "Have you seen enough?" He said helplessly, "Xu Lanting, when did you become so..."

Before the word "timid" could be uttered, Chen Zhu was hugged tightly by the man who suddenly stepped forward.

Xu Lanting buried her head in his shoulder and took a deep breath, as if she wanted to smell the vitality of Chen Zhu before she could confirm that his Ah Zhu had really returned.

This time, he really made a way out of the desperate situation.

Trapped in a familiar embrace, Chen Zhu seemed to be able to hear the violent wind and rain that night.

That night, Xu Lanting also hugged him like this, kissing and coaxing him over and over again.

It was the first time in Chen Zhu's life that he felt weak. He fell into Xu Lanting's arms and fell into the gentle eyes of the man.

The wind and rain were precarious, and finally someone propped up a world for Chen Zhu in the wind and rain.

He doesn't have to be brave anymore, and he doesn't have to face everything alone.

He can cry out for pain, cry, and show weakness.

Chen Zhu closed his eyes, felt Xu Lanting's warm breath and violent heartbeat, and only then did he really feel like he had narrowly escaped death.

That nightmarish rainy night finally passed.

They are all still alive.

Xu Lanting's words to take him home finally did not lie to him.

"Xu Lanting, it's okay." Chen Zhu felt the man's slight trembling, raised his hand, and slowly placed it on Xu Lanting's back.

Speaking of which, Xu Lanting has recited him many times, and every time, it is so unforgettable.

Chen Zhu was very familiar with the man's shoulders and back, and the temperature under his palms once supported him out of desperation.

Chen Zhu sighed, and put his hand on the man's shoulder helplessly.

In this life, Xu Lanting is the only person who can carry him on his back for such a long distance.

There was a burst of moisture on the shoulders, Chen Zhu endured the sore nose, and said with a smile: "It seems that the professor is not lying when he said that you cry to death every day."

The man froze, and then turned his face to the side, about to kiss him.

Chen Zhu raised his finger and pressed it on Xu Lanting's lips, his eyes were more solemn than ever, "Xu Lanting, you still owe me an answer."

"Okay." Xu Lanting kissed his fingertips, and also, his Azhu couldn't be with him so vaguely.

He must give him a clear answer, a future where he can see hope.

And a belated, solemn apology.

Under someone's persistent lobbying, Chen Zhu was transferred to the capital for rehabilitation.

Although the injury on Chen Zhu's leg was a penetrating injury, fortunately the degree of bone fragmentation was not serious, and with the timely treatment, there would be no problem as long as he recovered properly in the future.

During the hospitalization, Chen Zhu was not idle. While following the doctor's orders for treatment, he spared no effort to make suggestions for the reconstruction of the disaster area.

Fortunately, Xu Lanting had no intention of intervening in his work—to be exact, he dared not.

In the past few months, Chen Zhu did not ask what Xu Lanting was doing, and Xu Lanting did not exceed the rules.

They tacitly understand each other and maintain just the right distance.

Chen Zhu knew that Xu Lanting had been planning something behind his back, but he didn't need to ask him anything.

What Chen Zhu needs to do is to wait for Xu Lanting to give him an explanation, an explanation.

After years of tossing and turning, the grievances and resentments between them cannot be explained clearly in a few words.

But this time, Chen Zhu waited patiently for Xu Lanting to sort out the mess between them.

Only when we have a thorough understanding can we be together frankly.

Chen Zhu was waiting, and Xu Lanting was also waiting.

But this time, they are not waiting for an answer, but waiting for the time to come, and for something to happen.

Chen Zhu concentrated on his rehabilitation treatment, while Xu Lanting stayed by his side every step of the way, dutifully playing the role of nanny and bodyguard.

Occasionally, when he was free, Xu Lanting hugged him and basked in the sun. The gentle sunlight shone on him, as if his heart and lungs were warmed up.

Xu Lanting seems to have a stomach full of love poems, when the fragrance of flowers blows and a ray of sunshine falls, his love pours out.

The feelings that had been hidden in the little newspapers for those years finally had a chance to stand in the sun.

"A dollar rose, born to be a ghost, the confession of a lonely man—" Xu Lanting said softly, and a fiery red rose appeared out of nowhere, "Baby, you have cracked the secret in the love poem, that rose where?"

Chen Zhu looked at the rose in front of him, and then at the palm of the man's scar that hadn't faded.

Roses have thorns. If you want to get them, you have to go through thorns and thorns, regardless of your own safety.

This is Xu Lanting's obsession, and also Xu Lanting's crazy love.

"Honey, do you dare to take it?" Xu Lanting kissed Chen Zhu's cheek, but the hand holding the rose was not so firm.

He was afraid that Chen Zhu would not pick it up, and he was also afraid that Chen Zhu would pick it up.

Chen Zhu said that what he needs is a lover who stands side by side, but Xu Lanting has nothing but paranoid and crazy love.

He was afraid of Chen Zhu's abandonment, and even more afraid of Chen Zhu's compromise.

Suddenly, Chen Zhu stretched out his hand and pulled out the thorns under the rose little by little.

"Xu Lanting," Chen Zhu smiled faintly, "What have you ever seen me be afraid of?"

Xu Lanting paused for a moment, then leaned on Chen Zhu's shoulder and smiled, "Yes, our Ah Zhu is much braver than me."

He dared to be smashed when he was the youngest, and he dared to smash his head under the cage.

Now, why doesn't he dare to face the doubts of the world, face Xu Lanting's love, face his own heart?

Chen Zhu's love is equally vigorous, a little wind can start a prairie fire.

"Azhu," Xu Lanting kissed Chen Zhu's forehead cherished, "Thank you."

Thank you for your bravery, gentleness, magnanimity, and enthusiasm.

Xu Lanting hugged Chen Zhu, lazily basking in the sun, smelling the fragrance of flowers, as if he could live like this for a lifetime.

Under Xu Lanting's careful care, Chen Zhu recovered quickly.

During the hospitalization, Chen Zhu also felt the man's meticulous tenderness, and Xu Lanting was almost obedient to him, pampering him to the point of doting.

Even Huo Yan, who came to visit him, couldn't stand it anymore, "Just let him get used to him, sooner or later he will become a strict wife."

Xu Lanting smiled meaningfully, "My husband is strict, thank you."

Under Huo Yan's astonished and surprised eyes, Xu Lanting calmly opened the insulated box, poured the stewed bone broth into a small bowl, and handed it to Chen Zhu.

"You, you..." Huo Yan stared at Xu Lanting, then at Chen Zhu, mumbled for a long time, turned his head and left.

Looking at the person who left like a ghost, Chen Zhu laughed, "Are you surprised?"

Xu Lanting patted his head, but didn't tell him that Chen Zhu was thin and fair back then, and was half a head shorter than Xu Lanting.

Who would have thought that Xu's boss would be given a...

Xu Lanting rubbed Chen Zhu's hair, and said in a warm voice, "Okay, hurry up and drink the soup."

Most of the time, Xu Lanting looks like a tender "beautiful wife".

However, when Chen Zhu insisted on staying up all night, Xu Lanting showed his long-lost strength, hugging him under the quilt.

It was then that Chen Zhu remembered that Xu Lanting was not a "good wife" who washed her hands and made soup, but a "tough guy" who could carry him through the entire park downstairs.

"Okay, go to sleep."

Chen Zhu was pressed on the pillow by Xu Lanting, and when he heard this, he was a little dissatisfied and moved away.

Chen Zhu: "I was in a meeting just now."

"Hmm." Xu Lanting turned a deaf ear and lifted his leg in plaster high.

"Xu Lanting, the damage in the disaster area is very serious now." Chen Zhu couldn't move, so he could only reason with him, "I must—"

"You have to sleep." Xu Lanting stood beside Chen Zhu's bed with arms folded.

Chen Zhu pursed his lips and turned his face away.

Seeing that people were really angry, Xu Lanting sighed, and bowed to cover Chen Zhu's quilt.

Through the quilt, the man leaned over and hugged him slowly.

Xu Lanting coaxed Chen Zhu in a low voice, "Ancestor, don't worry about it, huh?" He sighed, "Go to bed first, and I will help you with the reconstruction of the disaster area."

Xu Lanting stretched out his hand, pinched Chen Zhu's soft earlobe, and said with a smile, "I'll be your secretary, and I'll help you, can it work?"

Chen Zhu hid, but was hugged even tighter by the man. He said angrily, "Who dares to bother Mr. Xu to help me? You're so stupid."

As far as Xu Lanting's earth-shattering ability is concerned, wherever he goes, there will be a bloodbath, and he can't afford it.

After finishing speaking, Chen Zhu closed his eyes helplessly, and slowly began to feel sleepy.

For a long time, the man's deep voice gently brushed past his ears.

"I'm willing to be the mud on the soles of your feet."

The man's words were as light as the wind, gently scratching Chen Zhu's heart.