as long as you love

During Hua Qi's hospitalization these days, people came to see her in turn.Du Ze, Pei Jue, Yue Ling, and Xiao Qianqian all came to greet them one by one.Huayu Confucianism has been guarding here except for the company.

Hua Qi was jealous of what Hua Yuru said that night, and he was only willing to say a few more words when his parents were present. Hua Yuru stayed next to him, and he just kept a sullen face, ignoring the answers, or simply closing his eyes and sleeping for nothing. Day after day, he refused to eat even the fruit he peeled.

He even thought radically that if the Huayu Confucian even said such a thing, he might already be tired of his younger brother, and everything is good just like doing it in front of his parents.

He is used to flattering people on both sides in the mall, flattering and flattering, and he may have brought that habit home and brought it to himself.

Thinking about it made me feel wronged, and I became more and more taciturn, awkward and sad.

Huayu Confucianism vaguely sensed Hua Qi's emotions, but he didn't know where he offended this little ancestor.It would have been a long time before other Chinese Confucian scholars put down their picks with a cold face, but this younger brother alone occupied all the tenderness and patience in his heart.I can't get angry at all.

Huayuru remained calm and continued to help him peel fruit, feed him, give gifts, and tell jokes with a smile, following the strategy of moving people with emotion no matter what anger he got, and carried it through to the end.

Hua Qi's illness is already very uncomfortable, but it is even more uncomfortable to be angry with others. He was so teased that he wanted to laugh, but he had to put on a cold face to deal with it, and he wanted to lean into that person's arms when he got the needle. , but insisted on sternly refusing the embrace that came up.

Thinking of the tenderness she missed, Hua Qi's heart is bleeding.

But sometimes people just like to embarrass themselves and refuse to compromise with the rules of their mood, as if they can feel better by torturing themselves.

After a few days like this, Hua Yuru suddenly stopped coming, and he didn't see him for a day. Hua Qi was so excited that he wanted to ask, but couldn't get over this hurdle, so he kept peeking at the door of the ward all day long, waiting for that person to come. Emerge from there.

This emotion was so obvious that even Sun Ru noticed it. She smiled and asked Hua Qi, "Why, miss your brother?"

Hua Qi quickly withdrew his peeking eyes at the door, and turned his face away: "No!"

"You're just being stubborn—your brother went to City B today, and their company has a new product launch event."

Hua Qi's eyes lit up, and he turned his head, wanting to ask when he would be back.Why didn't you tell yourself before.The words circled around his mouth a few times, and he swallowed them back.

Sun Ru seemed to have guessed what he was going to say, and continued, "He may arrive tonight."

Hua Qi rubbed his fingers and stopped talking.

The tall sycamores outside the window are covered with dense silky green branches and leaves, the sky is half gray, and occasionally a few sparrows fly by.The inpatient department is not in the hospital headquarters, it is separated separately, next to a family building, very quiet.

Hua Qi just stared out the window all afternoon, and at night, he was sweating profusely and had a fever.

It was 1 o'clock in the night when Hua Yuru came back. After hearing what his mother said about Hua Qi's situation, he asked the driver to take his mother back and replace the escort himself.

He entered the ward lightly and found that the boy had already fallen asleep.Approaching slowly, sat down on the edge of the bed.

Hua Qi dropped one hand out of the bed, Hua Yuru gently picked it up, trying to put it under the quilt for him, but when he pulled it up, he saw the bruised bump on the back of the boy's hand.

Hua Qi has slender wrists and a special constitution. After hanging the needle for a long time, the skin where the needle was inserted is prone to bruising. This is the experience accumulated from childhood to serious illness.

Hua Yuru was so distressed that he took the young man's hand to his mouth and kissed it lightly, as if this would save the young man from suffering.

The young man had been thinking about Chinese Confucianism for a day, and his sleep was not very stable, but now he woke up as if feeling something.

"Brother?——" Hua Qi seemed to think it was a dream, and his tone was three parts joyful, three parts unbelievable, three parts coquettish, and one part sleepy.

Hua Yuru hadn't heard the boy call him like that for a long time, and his heart was happy and soft. He touched the boy's forehead and asked softly:

"Not feeling well in the afternoon?"

Now that Hua Qi was sure that the person was real, all the thoughts and grievances that had accumulated in his heart for a day came to the fore. Tears seemed to have been brewed and were waiting to open the gates to release the flood. She rolled her cheeks onto the pillow.

"What's the matter, don't cry, don't cry." Hua Yuru didn't expect that his brother who had been stubborn for a long time would suddenly disarm and surrender. He was so violent. He helped Hua Qi up, sat on the side of the bed by himself, and took the boy into his arms. In his arms, "what's the matter, tell brother, huh?"

The boy shook his head, then shook his head again, and said in a crying voice, "I miss you, I miss you so much."

This scene made Hua Yuru suddenly think of the airport many years ago. The cute and beautiful child threw himself into his arms and cried out aggrievedly: "Brother, I miss you so much."

After so many years, the young boy of that year has grown into the handsome boy of today, but his heart and emotion remain unchanged.For a moment, the Chinese Confucian didn't know what it was like, the relief of being dependent on the teenager and the worry about his younger brother were mixed in his heart, and he didn't know how to mediate.He could only gently stroke the boy's head to comfort him.

A trance flashed in his heart, and Hua Yuru said in a gentle and coaxing tone: "Can you tell my brother why it rained in the garden that night?"

The air was quiet for a long time, so long that the Chinese Confucianists thought that Hua Qi would not answer, the boy suddenly said a word from his arms: "I saw you and Yue Ling together."

The Chinese Confucianists have thought a lot, but they did not expect the answer to be like this.He wondered: "You don't like me being with Yue Ling? Why?"

Hua Yuru felt that the clothes on the back waist were being grasped, and the young man mumbled six words in a muffled voice, which he couldn't hear clearly. "What?"

The hands at the back seemed to be trembling, and finally, the boy raised his voice again, and repeated it breathlessly: "Because I like you!"

For some reason, at that moment, the Chinese-speaking Confucian didn't understand the meaning of the young man, he really understood it.

Feeling absurd for a while, Huayu Confucianism smiled: "Qiqi, do you really know what you are talking about?"

The young man was very excited, and it seemed that his emotions were underestimated, which made him very angry: "I know! When I say I like you, it's like a lover loves a lover."

Things were too unexpected, but it made people calm. Hua Yuru continued to smile and asked: "Then what do you want me to do?"

The young man's face turned red quietly under the dim light, he turned his face away, paused for a while, gathered enough courage, and said:

"I want you to love me, love me, and accept me. I want to walk into your world and leave traces everywhere, so that wherever you see, I'm the only one."

The young man had replayed these words thousands of times in his heart, and finally said it frankly today, shouting that he was completely empty, not knowing where he was or where his heart was.

"Yes." After pondering for a long time, the deep and steady voice came, but it had the magic power to make people crazy.

The boy's heart was pounding, and he almost suspected that he had heard it wrong: "What did you say?"

"I said yes - I can love you, spoil you, and only have you in my eyes." The young man repeated his words.

"Do you understand what I'm saying? I..." The young man's words were blocked by the kiss that Hua Yuru suddenly lowered his head. The young man leaned sideways and kissed the tip of the young man's nose. "Is it clear enough? Do I need to say more?" ?——It's past one o'clock, don't talk anymore, go to sleep!"

Hua Yuru hugged the young man and lay down on the bed, wrapping his head in his arms.

Hua Qi was stunned by the sudden change, and felt that all this was unrealistic, but the beating temperature of the chest cavity and the boiling blood in the brain did not seem to be fake.

He felt very hot all over his body, and he was about to burn, but he was trapped in the arms of Hua Yuru, and he didn't dare to move again, for fear that if he moved again, this too beautiful and dreamy dream would be shattered.

Just like this, my mind was in a mess, and I didn't know when, and I fell asleep drowsily.

At two o'clock at night, Huayu Confucianism leaned on the balcony outside the ward to smoke.In fact, he does not have the habit of smoking, nor is he addicted to it. He just smokes one when he needs to sort out his thoughts when dealing with difficult things.

Qiqi confessed to him suddenly that he was actually not as calm as he appeared on the surface.

The reason why he quickly accepted his statement was because many things in the past had clues, so when you think about it together, everything becomes reasonable.

But he doesn't think that Hua Qi really understands what is love between the same sex.

In that circle, Chinese Confucians have more contact with them than Hua Qi.In the business world, it is inevitable to come into contact with all kinds of people. Chinese Confucians really know that there are so few people who are good at it and have regular partners.It's not like I haven't been to that kind of occasion for socializing and socializing on weekdays. There are flickering lights, luminous glasses of wine, or enchanting or young boys who come out dressed like girls, and some people buy it.

From the bottom of my heart, Chinese-speaking Confucianists have no aversion or discrimination against their comrades.

However, it's different when it comes to my younger brother.

Confucianism in Huayu only thinks that he is too dependent, and has extended his subordinate emotions. This emotion is by no means love, but Qiqi still doesn't know how to distinguish, so there are these mistakes again and again.

He just waited to coax him first, and when he got older and saw his feelings clearly, he would naturally return to his original position.

after all,

Huayuru took a deep breath of his cigarette and exhaled a puff of smoke into the dark night.

This road is not so easy to walk.

you are my peace of mind