dear dreamer

Kong Yu was stunned for a while, then stammered: "Hi, like it?"

His stuck head finally regained his ability to think: "Me? Is it me?"

Hu Mu looked at him silently.

Kong Yu nodded to himself: "That's me. Hey."

He was very proud and very excited, he wanted to hug the person in front of him, and considering that this was the waiting room, although there were few people in the vip room, he still couldn't be too out of line.He moved closer to Hu Mu and took his hand under the cover of their bodies.

"I didn't pity you." Kong Yu thought for a while, then corrected, "That time...that time when I saw you in the hotel, I was indeed a little pitiful. But not now, really not."

Hu Mu also remembered the meeting at the hotel.Despondent and embarrassed, he shyly wanted to withdraw his hand, but Kong Yu held it firmly.

"You are better than me, and stronger than me. In fact, I have been very smooth in my career. I have not experienced any major ups and downs, and there is no so-called trough. If I encounter those things that you encountered, I can I don’t even know if I can’t get out.” Kong Yu was very serious and sincere, staring at Hu Mu’s eyes and said word by word, “Why do I pity you? It’s too late for me to admire and like you.”

"Cheat... lie." Hu Mu said nervously.

"Actually, I can't come up with a better reason. Is it okay to want to see you anytime? Is it okay to always want to tell you about happy things?" Kong Yu spoke softly, as if he was afraid of being caught by a third person who does not exist It sounds like, "Sometimes I even think, if I could go back in time, or like on TV, I would travel back. I can travel back, meet you earlier, protect you, or help You beat those who bully you. It's best to be like Xiao Deng and Luo Hengqiu, we have known each other for a long time. I will show you the good things, and the bad things... help you block the bad things."

He said, it's all the same sooner or later, I will like you.

Hu Mu was frightened.

Someone once told him that he liked it, and the atmosphere was very enthusiastic when he said it, accompanied by alcohol, palms walking on the body, and maybe even drugs.Hu Mu's memories of these two words are not all pleasant.

But at this moment, he was suddenly willing to trust Kong Yu once.

Maybe it’s because Kong Yu has been quietly holding his hand, maybe it’s because Kong Yu’s gaze on him doesn’t contain any impurities of deceit and desire, maybe it’s influenced by Deng Tingge and Luo Hengqiu, maybe——Hu Mu finally lost— —Perhaps the biggest reason is that I am already very eager to get close to this powerful and gentle person.

He carefully grabbed Kong Yu's palm.

Kong Yu: "?"

Hu Mu: "I...I think so too."

Kong Yu: "Really?"

Hu Mu nodded quickly.The two looked at each other, and he was afraid that Kong Yu would not believe him, so he nodded several times suddenly.

Another week had passed by the time Hu Mu remembered to send Deng Tingge a text message filled with pink heart-shaped bubbles.

"We are really together." Deng Tingge said.

Luo Hengqiu was very happy: "That's pretty good."

He thought to himself that finally, Kong Yu finally didn't have to bother me anymore.

Deng Tingge stretched out his hand to him, and Luo Hengqiu carefully picked him up from the wheelchair and sat him in the car.The movements of the two were very natural, even though Deng Xiao and Pang Qiaoyun were watching from the side, there was no pause.During the period when Deng Tingge could leave the ward in a wheelchair, because Deng Xiao couldn't hold him, Luo Hengqiu was always in charge of his transfer.

When Deng Xiao saw it for the first time, he snorted heavily, and was quietly reprimanded by Pang Qiaoyun, and then he didn't say anything more.It was only later that he accidentally discovered that his son could actually complete the transfer process from the bed to the wheelchair by hand.Deng Tingge, who was arrested, emphasized to his father with a bitter face: "No way, I still have to come, my hand hurts, it hurts, it hurts."

Deng Xiaoxin said fuck you, don't think that I can't see it, you are just pretending.

Luo Hengqiu never tires of it and is willing to serve Deng Tingge.Deng Xiao felt that such a shrewd person as Luo Hengqiu would not fail to see what Deng Tingge was thinking.He thought and thought for a while, thinking that his son is such a good person, why does he like men, and then thinks that Xiao Luo is such a good person, how could he fall in love with his son.

The answers are contradictory and almost unsolvable.

"It's been a month, have you been idle?" Zhong Xing turned around from the driver's seat and smiled at Deng Tingge.Luo Hengqiu got into the co-pilot.

"I already have hair." Deng Tingge adjusted the position of his feet and sat up, waiting for his parents to sit up.

Pang Qiaoyun and Deng Xiao packed their luggage, and the group set off for home in the seven-seater that Zhong Xing borrowed from Dr. Xu.

Deng Tingge lived in the hospital here for a month. When he was discharged from the hospital, the doctor told him to remember to go for regular check-ups.The consciousness of the lower body is slowly recovering, and Deng Tingge's mood is getting higher day by day.

A few days before he was discharged from the hospital, Chang Huan and Zhong Xing came to talk to him about work.

Deng Tingge himself is very clear that in his current situation, it is impossible to resume normal work in a short time.His next script, the movie starring him has been basically finalized, and this traditional cultural promotion project that is still going on has all removed his name.Zhong Xing and Chang Huan had many activities, but to no avail: let the various projects be suspended for a year to wait for the male lead, it is better to change it.

Luo Hengqiu wanted to intervene at first, but Deng Tingge stopped him.

"That's enough, you don't need to stand out this time." He said, "Let's talk about it later when we are better."

It's just that the rotation of old and new people in the circle is so frequent, no one can guarantee that he will return to the public's field of vision after he recovers from his injuries, and his popularity will remain as it is now.

"I like acting, not being a star." He said to Luo Hengqiu.

Luo Hengqiu did not intervene in the end.Zhong Xing and Chang Huan kept receiving apologies from the crew and the project leader, so they had no choice but to keep saying sorry.The two agreed on this matter: it is good to digest these negative news internally, and the most important thing at present is to keep Deng Tingge in a happy mood for treatment and recovery.

Deng Tingge didn't seem to care, but Luo Hengqiu knew that he had a lump in his heart.

Originally, the possibility of "paralysis" was so powerful that when I was told "not to be paralyzed", the ecstasy overwhelmed everything else.When this joy slowly fades away, those worries that have not disappeared will still exist as before, nakedly exposed on the face.

He believed that Deng Tingge himself knew that even after recovering and being able to walk, his leg condition would not allow him to devote himself to such dangerous work as before.

Zhong Xing and Luo Hengqiu took turns driving.Zhong Xing said that he and Dr. Xu walked this route when traveling by car, and a few of them made a special detour to see those novel mountains and rivers, and wandered back all the way.

Originally, Deng Xiao and Pang Qiaoyun hoped that Deng Tingge would live at home, but their dormitory had no elevator and only steps, and it was very inconvenient for Deng Tingge to come and go, so they finally decided to live in Luo Hengqiu's house.When Deng Xiao and Pang Qiaoyun went to Luo Hengqiu's house for the first time, one was very nervous and the other was inexplicably angry.

Pang Qiaoyun felt that the house was very beautiful, while Deng Xiao felt that his son seemed to be taken care of by this rich man, so he was really angry.

But soon, this anger subtly disappeared.

He saw Luo Hengqiu running back and forth serving tea and food for the couple, and neatly carried Deng Tingge to the sofa, turned around and packed all the luggage, then immediately got into the kitchen and pulled Zhong Xing out. Let him put down the ice cream in his hand and go to the market to buy vegetables with himself first.

"Xiao Luo... you, you know how to cook?" Pang Qiaoyun was very surprised.

Deng Tingge was a little proud: "The food he cooks is quite delicious."

Deng Xiao glared at him.

Luo Hengqiu and Zhong Xing left soon, and Deng Tingge told his parents about the house and Luo Hengqiu in detail during the time his senior brother specially set aside for him to get along with each other.

Some things the two old men already knew, but more they didn't know.The husband and wife were embarrassed to hear it, with mixed feelings in their hearts.Deng Tingge told them that he put it on Luo Hengqiu first, and told them that the sofa was his favorite style, and that the curtains matched with the sofa were also his favorite style.

Before opening the mouth, I felt nervous, afraid that I would not find so much to say; after opening the mouth, the words became smoother and smoother: Although this house belongs to Luo Hengqiu, there are traces of Deng Tingge's life almost everywhere.

Pang Qiaoyun went to the kitchen to check it out.The arrangement of oil, salt, sauce and vinegar is her habit, and the display of dishes is also her habit.Deng Tingge transferred himself to the wheelchair, and turned around to explain to her: "He is very good at cooking, but I usually do the aftermath, and I also wash the dishes. If you don't say where to put good things, he will mess up." I put it away, and I can’t find it when I want to use it.”

"Son." Pang Qiaoyun had a lot to say in her heart, but she turned her head and looked at Deng Tingge in the wheelchair, but couldn't say anything.

"Mom." Deng Tinge took Pang Qiaoyun's hand, "He's fine."

"I know." Pang Qiaoyun squatted in front of the wheelchair and patted the back of his hand, "Both your father and I know that Ronaldinho is a good boy."

Pang Qiaoyun told Deng Tingge that when he was still in the hospital, Deng Xiao didn't trust the hospital's diagnosis, and he couldn't find a reliable doctor for consultation because he was unfamiliar with the local area. Take the bus every day to bookstores and libraries to check medical books.

"I don't think he can understand it." When Pang Qiaoyun said it, she also found it funny. "What level of education is your father? He can understand medical books? I don't believe it. But if he doesn't figure it out by himself, no matter what. There is no way to rest assured. What about the spine and the spinal cord, he doesn’t know the word for the marrow, so he copied it and looked it up in the dictionary to understand.”

Deng Tingge also laughed.

"Then one day, when he came back, he told me that he saw some books in the library about things like you and Ronaldinho." Pang Qiaoyun said.

It was completely accidental that Deng Xiao saw those.He was looking for medical dictionaries and books on treating orthopedic injuries row by row in the natural science reading room, but he didn't know how to use a computer to search, so he could only take a small notebook and a pen and write down "which row of bookshelf is which floor?" The first few ".As I was walking, I saw a book about how to adjust my mind and spirit.

He thought that his son seemed to be really out of spirits recently, his legs hurt, and he was unhappy in his heart. He had to adjust his "heart"—so he took the book down.

There is a chapter in the book that talks about sexual abnormalities, and a bold subheading is added before the last paragraph: Homosexuality is not a sexual abnormality.

Deng Xiao seemed to understand but half understood.He read that chapter several times, then looked for other books about mental health, and finally found a few books in the corner that had those three words written on the cover.

Those were three words that terrified him.

Deng Xiao walked back and forth between the bookshelves, hesitated, and finally opened the book.

"He said you guys are not sick, it's normal." Pang Qiaoyun touched Deng Tingge's face affectionately, "He doesn't understand, and I don't understand either. In fact, you have a happy life, a good life, and you are safe and healthy. Mom now Don't ask for anything, as long as you are well. Whether it is normal or not, I will agree to whoever you like to live with."

Deng Tinge was taken aback when he heard it.

He wondered how Deng Xiao, who hadn't even finished junior high school, could understand those voluminous medical books full of English words, and thought of him staring hesitantly at a book with black and white mixed hair on the bookshelf. gay book.

"You must not blame your father." Pang Qiaoyun saw him crying, and she cried too, sobbing, and she had to be careful not to let Deng Xiao, who was studying the automatic clothes rack on the balcony, hear, "He loves you very much." Yes, he really loves you, he just doesn't know, we don't quite understand..."

Deng Tingge couldn't speak, so he hugged her tightly and tightly.