happy this month

To make up for Lao He's regret of not being able to accompany Yue Yue during the most difficult time.

Lunch turned into dinner, An Jiayue lay paralyzed on the bed, eating the takeaway He Xinchen fed him like a patient who couldn't take care of herself.

Because he can't cook, and He Xinchen can't cook.

After dinner, the two of them lay back on the bed and chatted together.

The time of tenderness is short, if it is not for worrying that there is an old father who needs to be taken care of at home, An Jiayue would really like to stay overnight.

But there was no way, he could only get up from the bed exhaustedly at nine o'clock in the night, dragging his limbs that seemed to be falling apart and reassembled again, but they were put in the wrong position and caused extremely uncoordinated limbs to change clothes.

As soon as he got out of bed, his hand was grabbed by the man on the bed.

He Xinchen gently rubbed his tiger's mouth with his thumb: "Can you not go back?"

An Jiayue found that this man was actually very good at acting like a baby quietly, with a flat and steady tone, but the pleas in his eyes were shining brightly, it was hard to ignore, and it made people want to soft-heartedly agree.

"My dad is alone at home, so I don't worry." He ruthlessly refused, and at the same time coaxed softly, "Come to see you tomorrow, okay?"

He Xinchen lowered his eyes, as if he didn't like this answer, An Jiayue thought he was upset, and was about to step forward to hug him, when He Xinchen raised his eyes again, got up and got out of bed, the quilt slipped off, revealing a broad chest and thin waist , Beautiful and powerful lumpy muscles...all exposed boldly, without a trace of fat.

"I'll take you back." He Xinchen walked towards the closet.

An Jiayue has just been "taken care of" by this muscle, and she loves and hates it, but when she calms down, she still loves it.Next time, if Xue Zhenyu teased He Xinchen that he was old again, he could help to refute it.What happened to the old man?As long as it is well maintained, it is vigorous and loving, much better than an impulsive and reckless young man.

"Want to wear my clothes?" He Xinchen shook a shirt in his hand.

An Jiayue didn't refuse her boyfriend's shirt, nor did she refuse her boyfriend to send him home. Along the way, she couldn't help raising her sleeves several times to smell the shirt.He Xinchen sprayed him with the cedar perfume that he usually uses for himself. It has a cool top note and a warm tail note, just like He Xinchen's embrace.

The car couldn't get in when it reached the entrance of the alley, the night was getting dark, the alley was deep and dark, and there were no lights to illuminate the road.

He Xinchen wanted to send him downstairs, but An Jiayue was worried that those bastards would make a comeback, and when she saw the two of them going home together in the middle of the night, she didn't agree, and before leaving, she grabbed He Xinchen's collar and kissed him on the cheek as a comfort.

Early the next morning, it was raining lightly outside the window, and the sky was gloomy.

In this kind of weather, An Gangwei is most likely to suffer from headaches. An Jiayue heard the call from the next room after seven in the morning, and hurried to his father's room, and saw An Gangwei lying on the bed, clutching his forehead Frowning, his face is very ugly.

"Dad, do you have a serious headache? Do you want to go to the hospital?"

An Gangwei waved his hand: "It's okay... Just pass it with patience."

In order to make him feel better, An Jiayue went to the kitchen to get a bowl of porridge. She cooked it after returning home last night and kept it warm in the rice cooker all night.

But An Gangwei's headache didn't ease because of the warmth in his stomach. Instead, it became more and more serious, and even cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

An Jiayue couldn't sit still any longer. An Gangwei's headaches were intermittent. Maybe there was something wrong. He didn't dare to delay any longer. He immediately called a car, put on a mask, and gave his father Put on your clothes, then carry An Weigang on your back and go downstairs.

The corridors of the old building were narrow, and the light in the morning was dim. An Jiayue was still aching all over, and she staggered down the stairs. She almost fell down several times, but luckily she held her teeth.When I finally walked out of the building and came to the flat ground, I was so exhausted that I almost collapsed.

An Gangwei had a headache and was exhausted. He barely held an umbrella and lay on his back. Seeing the sweat dripping from his chin, his heart ached: "Jiayue, let Dad down, Dad can walk by himself."

An Jiayue shook her head, and waited for the car on the side of the road with An Gangwei on her back.

He is very familiar with this scene. He was often injured when he was a child. Even though he tried his best to hide it, An Gangwei would not avoid discovering it.At that time, An Wei was just in his prime, and it was easy to carry him to the hospital, his broad back seemed to be unbroken even if the sky fell.

But now, a single headache attack can torture this middle-aged man to the point that it is difficult for him to walk.

An Jiayue had imagined countless times that if he answered that phone call that night instead of indulging in the lingering relationship with He Xinchen, maybe things would not be like this.His father will get timely treatment, he won't be unable to do heavy work due to sequelae, he won't be unemployed and rely on him to support him at home, and he won't be in unbearable pain from time to time.

He used to be full of resentment and self-blame, and vented his anger on He Xinchen's head, but this is actually no fault of He Xinchen, it was he himself who fell headlong into the sweetness of love and made an irreparable mistake.

Zhu Xinglei said that he is still in love now, but he is not. He knows very well in his heart that if He Xinchen cannot fulfill his promise to take him home to get his parents' approval, then he will still leave He Xinchen without hesitation.

Not only for himself, but also for He Xinchen to have a stable and harmonious home.

Don't go through so many ups and downs like him.

The headlights of the taxi penetrated the rain curtain, from far and near, to the front.An Jiayue quickly put An Weigang down, and carefully helped him into the car.

On a rainy day, the road was slippery and the car drove slowly. An Jiayue was anxious, but there was nothing she could do but try her best to appease An Gangwei.

Half an hour later, the car arrived at the hospital. It was still the same hospital where An Gangwei was treated. During the five years after the operation, he often came for re-examination. An Jiayue was familiar with the road, and after registering, he took An Gangwei upstairs to the doctor he knew well. inquiry.

The doctor couldn't see any major problems just by looking at them, and suggested that they go for an MRI. An Jiayue followed his advice and sent An Gangwei to the radiology department, and sat on a row of small stools outside to wait.

He wanted to make a call to He Xinchen. When a family member got sick and had an accident, people would always be nervous and anxious, and longed for someone to accompany him, but he was also afraid that He Xinchen was busy with the movie, so he didn't dare to disturb him too much.Besides, even if He Xinchen came, there was nothing he could do.

There were relatively few patients who came to the Radiology Department for examination, and the corridor was gloomy and quiet. People in twos and threes passed in front of them, as if infected by the atmosphere, their footsteps were involuntarily lightened.

An Jiayue looked at the window at the end of the corridor. It was raining continuously outside, and the leaden gray clouds pressed down very low, as if the sky had fallen.

At this time, a sudden burst of mobile phone ringing suddenly turned the quiet corridor into a noisy downtown.The family members of the patient sitting next to him looked over dissatisfied. An Jiayue hurriedly stood up and walked to a place a little further away to pick him up. She didn't dare to go too far for fear that An Gangwei would not be able to find him when she came out.

On the other end of the phone was Zhang Yong's anxious voice: "Jiayue! Where are you!"

An Jiayue immediately covered the phone's microphone, turned around and smiled apologetically at the sitting family members, then turned back and said, "At the hospital, my dad is not feeling well. What's wrong, Brother Yong?"

Zhang Yong didn't say anything, just said: "You take your dad to the company after seeing the doctor, did you hear me?"

His tone was as anxious as if someone was chasing him from behind, An Jiayue panicked when he heard this: "What happened?"

Zhang Yong hesitated, and finally sighed heavily: "You are being taken care of by He Xinchen, tell me anyway!"

An Jiayue's mind buzzed, she was stunned, and said blankly, "What..."

Suddenly, with his other ear, he heard chaotic footsteps coming from the end of the corridor, like a large group of people trotting forward.In the next second, a group of people rushed out from the corner at the end. They carried cameras and microphones, and blocked the windows tightly, as if a cloud had broken through the windows and pressed towards him layer by layer.

Zhang Yong on the phone was beating his chest and cursing: "You told me earlier that I can help you prepare a public relations plan in advance, what should we do now? The whole world knows that you sell your ass! When you rejected Huang Yu, I would still be How clean and self-conscious you are, it turns out that you have already sold it to He Xinchen! No wonder you can win the male lead, I am surprised. This kind of thing broke out at the critical moment of this kind of turnaround and popularity, it is really dead! What do you want me to do? Say hello, hey!"

The harsh words burned his ears like flames. An Jiayue hung up the phone without saying goodbye. He didn't care to explain to Zhang Yong. The swarm of media reporters had already approached him. He wanted to retreat, but at this moment, The door of the Radiology Department opened, and An Gangwei, who had finished the MRI, walked out sickly, and patted him on the shoulder: "It's okay, don't worry, Dad..."

An Gangwei only said half a sentence, and soon realized that the atmosphere was not right, but it was too late, and a group of people surrounded him in an instant, and he could not escape.

An Gangwei was taken aback: "What, what's the matter?"

A reporter put the microphone on his lips: "Excuse me, are you An Jiayue's father?"

An Gangwei was puzzled for a moment, and realized that it was an interview, so he smiled and said, "Yes, you are here to interview my son? Is he on the trending list again?"

An Jiayue suddenly came back to her senses as if waking up from a dream.

Even Zhang Yong just got the news, where did these reporters come from?

Eighty percent of them were deliberately arranged.

He quickly turned away the reporter's microphone, grabbed An Gangwei and rushed out: "Sorry, give me a break."

He rushed aggressively, pushed a few people away forcibly, and was about to break out of the siege. The reporter just now was not willing to let it go, and picked up the microphone and asked An Gangwei loudly: "Then do you know that your son is being taken care of by the director?"

An Jiayue stopped suddenly - not by himself, but because An Gangwei refused to leave.

"My son... was adopted?" An Gangwei was stunned, "How is it possible... What nonsense are you talking about!"

The reporter stretched out his hand, holding the mobile phone in his hand, and there was a picture displayed on the mobile phone. An Jiayue glanced at it and felt dizzy. He knew why Zhang Yong was so panicked just now, because the picture was so convincing that he had no objection. The room for clarification also made him lack the courage to look at the shocked gaze that An Gangwei suddenly cast over him.

In the photo, it was the scene of him saying goodbye to He Xinchen last night. He kissed He Xinchen with a sweet expression on his face.

There were sudden screams and ups and downs around, a figure fell down in front of her eyes, An Jiayue's mind went blank, watching her father faint, the picture seemed to slow down countless times, until it felt as if a needle had been pricked in her brain, and suddenly Waking up with a start, he supported An Gangwei who was about to hit the ground in time, but he was also "plopped" to his knees on the ground under the pressure of gravity.

The floor tiles of the hospital were cold and hard, his knees hurt so much, tears almost came out, he raised his head, surrounded by countless human legs, shaking dizzily, like iron bars, encircling him .He looked around in a daze, only to see dark and cold cameras aimed at him one after another, taking pictures of his distress, and of him falling from the altar to the bottom of the valley in an instant.

The camera used to be the thing he was least afraid of, but at the moment, he felt terrible.

He knows that he is not a simple and innocent little angel, he is just a plaything trapped in the cage of reality, anyone can bully, anyone can frame him, it has always been like this.

Through the gap in the iron fence, he saw that the corridor in front seemed to be spinning and twisting, but it was not straight.

His life has never been a straight road, with dead ends, dead ends, dark turns, anxious intersections.

I wish someone could show him the direction and lead him out of this bumpy road to the Kangzhuang Avenue.

The entertainment journalists who were bribed around pushed and pushed the inner circle, getting closer and closer, almost stepping on the father and son.An Jiayue gritted her teeth, grabbed his father's arm and put it on her shoulder, trying to carry An Gangwei on her back and escape from here.

But the comatose person was heavier than usual. He tried several times, but failed to carry An Gangwei on his back, and his eyes became more and more red.At this time, someone kicked him, right in the chest, An Jiayue suffered a sudden pain, and tears burst into tears, unstoppable.

The camera brother who kicked him had no intention of kicking him, he was squeezed by the people behind and accidentally kicked him, he felt very sorry, and quickly apologized: "Isn't it——"

Before he could finish speaking, he was suddenly pushed aside by a strong force, and his camera almost fell to the ground because he couldn't hold it steady.Cameras worth tens of thousands of dollars, belongings of the public, have to be paid for if they break.When he was startled, he burst into anger and cursed: "Who the hell doesn't have eyes!"

"You don't have eyes! Didn't you see that his father passed out? Why are you still filming!" A young man with a short hair who pushed everyone away and forced his way through the encirclement let out a thunderous roar, which stunned the whole group of people, and the corridor was silent for a while. Down, only the echo.

However, in the next second, the eyes of the entertainment journalists lit up instantly, and the cameras and microphones were aimed at the man beside the young man, scrambling to pass the microphone over.

Obviously, the man was going through both wind and rain, and he rushed here without an umbrella in time. The rain on his face gathered into a stream and dripped from his chin, washing away the temperature on his face, leaving him with a serious and indifferent expression.

The man's eyes reflected the dark clouds outside the window, he glanced around coldly, and opened his mouth in a low voice to the first microphone that was handed to his mouth: "Ask if you are not afraid of losing your job."

The reporter who handed the microphone froze, knowing that a man can do what he says, hey!Withdrew the microphone in his hand.

The hallway was silent again.But the doctor in the department had heard the movement just now, opened the door and walked out, startled: "Why are there so many people? Get out quickly! Don't disturb the patients!"

Zhu Xinglei still respected the doctor very much, nodded and bowed his waist and said, "Go right away, go right away."

After finishing speaking, he stretched out his hand to grab An Jiayue who was squatting on the ground: "Jiayue, go back first."

But An Jiayue lowered her head, unable to pull it no matter what.

Just as Zhu Xinglei was about to say something, He Xinchen gently pushed him away, then took off his coat, put it on An Jiayue's head, and rubbed his head: "Let's go, everything depends on me."

An Jiayue's shoulders trembled slightly. After a while, she nodded and stood up. She still lowered her head, her suit covered her face, and she couldn't see her expression clearly.

He Xinchen carried An Gangwei on his back, and strode out of the circle of people. An Jiayue followed closely behind, supporting An Gangwei, and the two left the encirclement in a blink of an eye.

"I'll beat whoever follows!" Zhu Xinglei finished his harsh words and immediately turned around to chase after him. When he saw the backs of the two people in front of him, especially He Xinchen's tall back, he spat, "Fucking He...he's quite a man .”