Xi Shijing

Qiao Weixian hid under the shadow of the curtain, and when he listened again, there was only a dull sound outside, as if something had collapsed softly on the brick road.The mirror that Qiao Weixian was holding in his hand immediately spun to the ground.He hastily opened the curtain, and looking down, the street was empty everywhere, except for a vague figure under the window directly opposite him.

Qiao Weixian shed half a bag of tears, which finally fell on the back of his hand at this moment:

"Yuanji!"

The door of the guard's room rang hastily, Qian Youfang opened the door, he really did not expect such a scene: Qiao Weixian's sleeves were mostly wet, he coughed hard twice, until he became dizzy.

After a while of burning incense, Yuan Ji was supported by Qian Youfang, and half fell on the sofa in Qiao's mansion.

"It's been two days since I recovered, and I was short of breath for a while. Nothing else, I'll go and boil some sugar water." Qian Youfang turned his head: "Why do you care about him again?" He was about to take advantage of the fire to say a few more words, but then Euphemistic down.Gein Qiao Weixian's face at this moment is indeed pitiful: he stretched his head to see Yuan Ji, but the wheelchair was still receding.

Qian Youfang stepped forward and sighed, and stopped talking.

Qiao Weixian's tears fell on her eyelashes, she didn't dare to blink.Yuan Jichang was lying in the hospital, his hair was cut short again, his face looked less fleshy, and his eyes were closed, making his eye sockets look deep.Naturally, the bandage was still wrapped around the waist, and the clothes covered it, and it was bulging.

Qiao Weixian watched and felt dizzy for a moment: he watched Feng's gun unfolded.Qiao Weixian had dreamed night after night since then, dreaming that he was lying in Yuan Ji's arms and talking, and suddenly Yuan Ji stood up, walked while laughing, saying Qiao Weixian, we will never see each other again!

Qiao Weixian took a breath, but he took it too far, at the end his tears were half dry, and he spoke:

"Bastard bastard! You were the one who caused this—who told you to get to know Pu Xueying?

Yuanji didn't wake up.His eyebrows were slightly furrowed, and his hands were hidden on his belly.

Qiao Weixian seemed to have not finished the seizure, grabbed Yuan Ji's collar, and the tip of his nose turned red again: "Broom star, what is your name Yuan Ji? Ever since I met you, I've never been so unlucky! Damn—" The voice cut off up.

The lamp on the top was dusty and the light was gray, Qiao Weixian's shadow cast down, covering half of Yuan Ji's face.Qiao Weixian looked at the bridge of his nose, and remembered being picked up by him, then turned his face to one side, and smirked at him.

Qiao Weixian lost his mind, fell out of the wheelchair, and knelt on the carpet.

Such a shock made him face Yuan Ji, and buried his head, covering the side of Yuan Ji's face: "Broom star!"

The door of the waiter's room clanged, and Qian Youfang approached with a bowl, obviously stopping for a while.He put the bowl on the table behind Qiao Weixian, turned his face and walked away.

Qiao Weixian brought the bowl over, and hurriedly adjusted the spoon in it, and when he scooped it up, he took a breath, raised his head again, and froze on the spot:

Yuan Ji turned his face towards him, his eyes were bent: "Are you happy?" His voice was low and hoarse: "You have a happy nose!"

Qiao Weixian's face was pale, for a long time, his eyes didn't move, and finally his mouth shrunk, and he let out a smile.However, this laughter was not strong enough, there was a river between his brows, they gathered and then scattered, and then they gathered again.He grabbed the bowl, and at first he could wipe his tears with his sleeve, but then it was too late, and the beads fell on the jade plate calmly: "Are you awake?"

Seeing this situation, Yuan Ji, due to his back injury, was about to get up with one bone, but divided into three, and finally took the bowl: "Don't cry in the bowl, what a waste of things!"

Qiao Weixian ran out of bowls, raised his eyes to look at Yuanji, as if he was feeling sad, and it rained more and more: "I think you want to..."

Yuan Ji put the bowl aside, cupped Qiao Weixian's fair face with both hands, and rubbed the tears on Qiao Weixian's face with his thumbs: "Do you think I'm going to die?"

When Qiao Weixian heard the words, he obviously froze.Yuan Ji quickly rubbed Qiao Weixian's cheeks: "Don't you say it? What a bastard I am! How can I die so easily?"

Qiao Weixian's cheeks turned red from being rubbed.He shook his head eagerly: "I just now," he grabbed Yuan Ji's finger and squeezed it hard: "I was..."

Yuan Ji couldn't use much strength, and it would still be difficult to carry Qiao Weixian to the wheelchair, so for the time being, he made a compromise, poured half a bowl of sugar water, and with luck, lifted Qiao Weixian to his knees.In the past, Qiao Weixian might have pushed this action halfway; but now his eyelashes drooped, as if he was very guilty: "You are hurt, let me go."

Yuan Ji wrapped his arms around his waist: "You still know how to hurt others, so who was the one who scolded you just now?" Yuan Ji stretched out his hand to stroke Qiao Weixian's forehead hair, and laughed at him: "Are you crying or not?"

Qiao Weixian was manipulated by him, and her face flushed: "Why are you crying? I haven't settled with you yet! If it weren't for you..."

He looked into Yuan Ji's eyes, his lips trembled for a while, and his head touched Yuan Ji's shoulder.

Yuan Ji was speechless, and finally squeezed Qiao Weixian's neck:

"If you want to settle, you can count on me. The same is true for Ben. If you hadn't met me, you might not have this..." Before finishing speaking, he coughed twice.

Qiao Weixian leaned on his shoulder, and sat up straight at once: "Is it hurt inside? Show me, is it all right? I asked the hospital, and they always said it was getting better——"

Yuan Ji's palm was pressed against Qiao Weixian's, and he calmed down his breath: "It's a pity that the gun can't be aimed at the head."

At this point, Qiao Weixian bit his lip, his eyes turned red again, and he hung his finger on Yuanji's wound: "It's all my carelessness...it's all my fault. If there is something wrong, I will, I will... ..."

"Don't play cards separately from me," Yuan Ji raised his head and laughed, "Let's go together in the future. Anyway, the wheelchair is in the way, so I can't hit my stomach!"

Qiao Weixian's tears welled up and she trembled, crying and laughing at the same time: "I'm still with you?"

Yuan Ji was most afraid of his tears, as if tears were a part of Qiao Weixian, the more they fell, the more broken Qiao Weixian would be.

He frantically touched Qiao Weixian's face: "Okay, then we won't be together. You can do whatever you want, if you don't want to see me, then I will definitely avoid you, okay?"

Qiao Weixian grabbed Yuan Ji's arm, tears flowing faster than wiping: "Are you going?"

Hearing the words, Yuan Ji didn't know where to start, and wanted to see Qiao Weixian, but Qiao Weixian slowly sat up straight, and pressed Yuan Ji against his chest.

Yuan Ji's eyes were dark, only heard Qiao Weixian:

"Why are you leaving? You are so sorry to me! Talk to yourself! What did you do before! You still went to see the lotus, what lotus? You know regret it now? You think I am useless, you know gone?"

Qiao Weixian pressed his shoulders, the veins on the back of his hands rolled up, he locked Yuan Ji in his arms completely, and didn't say a word to him.

After a long time, the lights from all around gathered together, Yuan Ji opened a gap in front of him, and raised his eyes hastily: "Hey, Wei Xian, how could I..."

But could not finish.

The kiss was foreshadowed by tears, like snow falling into mud, piece by piece, from Yuanji's cheek to the brow.