Disciples with unknown origins should not randomly pick them up

Disciples with unknown origins should not randomly pick up chapters to read, then I will charge a few more for them to digest internally.

It took a long time for Xiao Lu, the scumbag, to sort out his own image. The cloth that stretched his stomach was full of water, and he almost drowned him.

See, Xiong Yuesheng's eldest aunt also knew that he was a scumbag and wanted to get rid of her nephew.

Xiong Yuesheng walked back with him. Lu Yinxi looked a bit embarrassed in some fashionable clothes, but in Xiong Yuesheng's eyes, he looked different. He admired Lu Yinxi's fragility for no reason, like glass. Like a bottle, it was easily broken in his hand.

The two of them didn't leave the front yard, but walked around the back door. Lu Yinxi changed her clothes in a panic and was about to come out, but unexpectedly found that Xiong Yuesheng was leaning against the door frame and fell asleep.

Probably because of looking for the Luming Sword, Xiong Yuesheng has been dealing with his father and the eldest lady, Lu Yinxi even felt that he was a bit behind, he shouldn't risk his life to come to this mountain stream, except to eat every day He drank beautifully and fell asleep, he didn't seem to have made any contribution.

He sighed, and sat down next to Xiong Yuesheng.

It seemed that their first encounter was like this, he was sitting next to Xiong Yuesheng, but the difference was that the people around him were crying.

Xiong Yuesheng seems to have very thick skin, but if the wound is broken, it will hurt very much.

But to be honest, who doesn't hurt when hurt.

At this moment, the sun was about to set, and the chatter outside gradually became quieter. Lu Yinxi leaned against Xiong Yuesheng, listening to the other's even breathing.

Really, I was still confessing my love one second, and fell asleep the next second.

At that time, it was the performance of a straight man of steel.

Lu Yinxi played with Xiong Yuesheng's hand, unconsciously, he also fell into a dream.

"Get out, get out of here! Get out, get out, get out——"

"Okay, okay, let's all go out, don't be angry, okay, you just had an operation..."

"Go away—ah!"

At the same time as the game console was smashed out, the door was finally closed. He saw the mess in the room, and the lines on the monitor all became straight, and a sharp alarm sounded.

He walked over, unplugged the plug, and turned off all the lights. He tore down a corner of the curtain, and because he was upset, he couldn't hang it back anyway.

He simply threw away the annoying curtain, sat down, and stared blankly at the big three-tiered cake that fell to the ground.

Today is his birthday, so he is considered an adult. Although he is much younger than his peers, he has seen a clinician who came to practice, a young lady in her 20s who is half a head taller than him, always smiling and coaxing He drinks more milk.

He hasn't stepped out of the room for more than three months. Today was originally an appointment for his parents to come to see him and celebrate together. But just now, the nurse came in and told him falteringly that his parents couldn't come. Yes, but brought him a cake, and the latest game console.

In fact, he shouldn't have gotten angry at the staff, they were right, but he couldn't help it, and they wouldn't do anything to him.

This world is like this, money can make ghosts turn the millstone, and if you have enough money, you can do whatever you want.

His chest started to hurt sharply again, but he held back and didn't make a sound, he knew that if he made the slightest uncomfortable sound, the nurse standing outside would rush in immediately, and no matter how hard he struggled, they would tie him back to the bed .

He thought of the line above the monitor.

He didn't want to live anymore, so no matter how painful it was, he had to endure it desperately.

He could hear his chaotic heartbeat beating in his chest like a child playing with a hammer, every breath became tired, and the things in front of him gradually blurred, only his shadow could be seen in the setting sun It dragged on for a long time.

Hold on a little longer, and in a short while, he will die.

When he opened his eyes again, the room returned to its original appearance. It was not the monotonous atmosphere of an ordinary ward. His room was decorated very warmly. Even the walls were warm beige, and sunflowers were blooming on the balcony. , standing next to a few cute little dolls, looking at him with a smile, the broken line jumped out regularly on the monitor, he tore off the oxygen tube, trying to sit up.

"Wait a minute, you've just had anesthesia, and you won't get up until after four o'clock."

The tall and burly man sat beside him, patiently moved the oxygen tube back for him, then leaned over and asked him, "Want to drink some water, I can feed it to you."

"……Who are you."

"I'm a new nurse hired by your parents." The man had a gentle voice that didn't match his appearance, as if coaxing a child, and asked him again, "Are you thirsty?"

He ignored him and turned his head away.

Sure enough, the previous nurse ran away again, and no one wanted to take on this responsibility. After the age of 15, his nurses changed at least thirty or forty, and none of them could last long.

They would all act like they loved him, but in fact they looked at him like they were looking at a monster locked in a laboratory.

boring.

"Don't you want to drink it? The previous nurse told me that you like to drink goji berry water with some honey. I'll make it for you."

He still didn't answer, anyway, it was only a day or two, after a long time, they would shut up wisely.

"Okay, then you can drink it after you wake up and keep it warm for you. If you like something else, you can also tell me."

He still didn't respond, he just looked at the neatly arranged dolls on the side cabinet.

Who the fuck is eighteen and still likes this kind of shit.

He couldn't help rolling his eyes, the room was very quiet, only the sound of instruments, it was like the end of the world outside, everyone was dead, and he was still hanging with his life, lying in this fake ward.

The process of waiting for the anesthetic to wear off was long and boring, so boring that he began to pay attention to the man beside him.

Few men come to take care of them, and more are women, most of whom are older. They are divided into two types. One is kind by nature, that is, he loves to take care of others. When he encounters the latter, he will be a little more irritable, because he always feels that those good people should not waste time on people like him, and there are more people who need them more.

Some of them are a little younger, most of them are short of money, and they can't do it for a long time.

There are very few men, and most of them are forced by money, especially they don't like to take care of boys of his age.

He lowered his head, and there was a strange thought in his heart. He always felt that this man seemed to be plotting something wrong.

Thinking of this, he suddenly turned his face away, but startled the other person, the needle stuck into his finger, blood beads popped out all of a sudden, the man immediately sucked it into his finger, the other hand quickly put the needle and thread And that teddy bear packed up.

It was the teddy bear he had to hug when he was a child. When he was a child, he felt that it smelled like his mother. Later, for some reason, he fell asleep by himself.

The so-called mother's smell is all fake, or, with how often they meet, he can't remember what kind of mother's smell is.

A series of thoughts flashed through his mind, and finally he belatedly asked, "Are you okay?"

When he heard that whimper, he even felt that something was wrong with his mind.

"...?"

While holding his finger in his mouth, the man wrinkled his face, his face was full of water, it seemed that his hand was not pricked, but a finger was broken.

"...Are you okay, can I call the doctor?"

This is definitely the first time he's called a doctor over not to deal with his problem.

"No, it's okay, I'm just, I'm a little sensitive to pain..." The man took a deep breath, the blood on his hand had stopped, he heaved a sigh of relief, and took out a Band-Aid from his pocket, "My fingers are too thick, no I'm too good at this kind of delicate work, but this bear is quite important to you, I've seen it for a long time, and I'll sew up all the stitches for you."

He looked at the man and pouted.

It's quite funny, I don't know if it's funny that such a big man is sewing a teddy bear, or it's funny that such a big man loves to cry.

"It doesn't matter, you can sew if you like, I don't need it anymore."

The man looked at him, held the bear, squeezed his throat and said, "Hi, Xiao Lu, I'm Teddy Bear, happy birthday to you."

"...Brother, I'm sorry, this is not funny at all."

"Okay," the man scratched his head, and said again, "Actually, your parents have been here before... To be precise, it was your father, but he can't stay for long. You are still sleeping for work..."

"I know," he moved and looked at the ceiling, "I don't care."

The teddy bear appeared in his field of vision again, it touched his forehead with its hand, and said in that weird voice: "If you are sad, you can cry, look at the man next to you, such a small injury can cry."

"Hehe, so stupid."

He sneered twice.

The soreness in his nose came suddenly, and came up one after another. He kept lifting his nose, trying to drive away the feeling, but the eye sockets were too shallow and couldn't hold them anymore, and tears overflowed .

"It's okay, I'll be with you."

As the teddy bear said, he lay down next to him, and he twisted his body to avoid it: "Are you fucking sick?"

"No one is sick, no one is sick." The man wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes for him, dimmed the lights in the room, and lay down on the side, his tone was as gentle as possible, "Children who long for love are not sick."

When Lu Yinxi woke up from his dream, the moonlight had covered most of the ground. He didn't sit on the ground, but on the soft bed. Ning Wenlun didn't sleep beside him as usual. Standing up, he saw Xiong Yuesheng sitting on the other side of the bed.

When he reacted and wanted to recall the dream just now, those blurred images disappeared all of a sudden.

Lu Yinxi shook his head and crawled towards Xiong Yuesheng.

"Well, why did you wake up?" Xiong Yuesheng took him into his arms and kissed his forehead.

"Why don't you sleep?"

"I had a good dream. I'm afraid I'll forget it when I go back to sleep. I want to reminisce about it."

"Oh." Lu Yinxi rubbed Xiong Yuesheng's hair, it was naturally curly and soft, like a teddy bear, "Me too."