My nemesis confessed to me

The sound of "Boom" awakened Li Qingkai from his dream.

After a short period of warm sunshine, it fell into endless rainy days.

Tonight Wang Qi was out for entertainment, and he was the only one in the huge Qingzhou Court.

The floor-to-ceiling windows on the balcony were not closed tightly, and there was a "bang bang bang" sound in the howling wind.

The pouring rain drifted in along the gap in the middle, and within a short while, the floor of the bedroom was full of wet rainwater.

The wide curtains were blown and fluttered around, like enchanting and unrestrained spirits in the dark night.

Li Qingkai's back still hurt a little, he slowly propped up his body and turned over, the unhealed wound on his back immediately pressed firmly on the bed.

He frowned, and slowly raised his upper body.

"Bang!"

The window was blown open vigorously, and the wind and rain had completely poured in. On this cold winter night, it scraped against his face bitterly.

He looked up.

All the flowers that Wang Qi had planted had been overturned to the ground, only one hyacinth was crumbling in the cold wind.

Li Qingkai pursed his lips, saw the wheelchair beside the bed, and crawled over with his body supported.

Usually, in order to take care of him, the wheelchair is placed on the side where Wang Qi sleeps, just to make it easier for him to get out of bed.

But now that Wang Qi is not here, the wheelchair seems a little far away on the big bed.

Li Qingkai slowly moved to the edge of the bed, stretched out his hand, and pulled the wheelchair closer.

After a lot of effort, half of his body moved out of the edge of the bed. He took a breath, holding the armrest of the wheelchair with one hand and propping up the seat cushion with the other.

It's just that as soon as he tried to move his body, the wheelchair turned over.

A bolt of lightning split half the sky, and the cold light broke the darkness.

With a sound of "bang", the last hyacinth also shattered in the strong wind, and the soil mixed with the petals was soaked and wet by the rain.

He was lying on his stomach on the edge of the bed, with his hands hanging down on the overturned wheelchair.

At this moment, he was extremely embarrassed.

There were hurried footsteps outside, and the door was pushed open vigorously.

The next moment, a pale hand rested on Li Qingkai's to straighten the wheelchair.

The wet rain soaked Li Qingkai's fingertips, but his hands were still cold.

"What's wrong."

The slow tone was slightly breathless.

Li Qingkai raised his head, looked at him and said, "Your flowers are gone."

Wang Qi looked back and wanted to close the balcony tightly, but was stopped by Li Qingkai when he turned around.

Li Qingkai looked at the trembling petals that had been beaten outside the balcony, and said again: "Flower."

Those were the flowers that Wang Qi planted for him.

Wang Qi looked back at him, pursed his lips, and suddenly walked out of the window to help the overturned flower.

The strong wind mixed with the torrential rain messed up Wang Qi's hair, and he was thoroughly doused even though he was covered in rain.

Li Qingkai lay on the edge of the bed, looking at Wang Qiping with a serious expression.

Since when did Wang Qilian's casual smirk disappear.

Even though Wang Qi tried his best to save it, those flowers still became drooping and drooping.

Only the hyacinth plant looked more tender and tender after being exposed to rain, and the trembling lavender petals could shake off many transparent drops of water.

Wang Qi put it in a vase in the bedroom, like the only life with spirit here.

The floor-to-ceiling windows of the balcony were closed tightly, but the floor was already wet and a lot of rain had drifted in.

Wang Qi wiped the floor with a rag, Li Qingkai said softly, "Go take a bath."

Wang Qi didn't respond, he lowered his head and wiped the floor vigorously.

He said again: "Go take a bath."

A drop of water dripped from Wang Qi's hair, he pursed his lips and wiped the floor, and said in a low voice, "If you don't wipe it clean, it will be cold."

Li Qingkai looked at him who was drenched all over, and his voice became a little cold: "Go take a bath."

Wang Qi didn't speak, but there was a trace of silent stubbornness in his vigorous movements.

Li Qingkai squeezed the bed sheet tightly, the sound of the rainstorm made the atmosphere a little depressing.

"To take a bath!"

Wang Qi paused for a moment, then suddenly pinched his collar and smelled it, he stood up and said, "I'm going to take a bath."

Seeing Wang Qi's hasty footsteps, it took a while for Li Qingkai to understand.

There was a faint smell of alcohol in the air.

He pursed his lips tightly, and his cold eyes deepened.

……

The unpredictable weather cleared up the next day.

The sun is not big, but the cold wind is still mild.

Wang Qi moved the hyacinth in the bedroom to the balcony.

After one night, the rest of the flowers were dying and about to wither, only the hyacinth exuded vigorous vitality.

Wang Qi cut it carefully, put the nutrients in the flower pot again, and bent slightly, looking a bit serious.

Li Qingkai watched quietly, and suddenly said: "Do you like flowers?"

Wang Qi quickly replied: "I don't like it."

Li Qingkai's lips moved, but he didn't ask "why".

Because he doesn't grow flowers, but he likes flowers.

Like he loves fishing.

He likes something that is quiet but peaceful.

"Go out for a walk."

A soft scarf was wrapped around his neck.

Li Qingkai sat calmly, suddenly grabbed Wang Qi's slender wrist, and stroked it gently with his fingertips.

"Is the injury healed?"

Wang Qi stopped his movements and looked at him deeply with his dark eyes.

"All right."

Li Qingkai let go of his hand, the short-lived warmth disappeared, Wang Qi's fingers moved, and the cool wind blowing over his wrist seemed to be colder than before.

Wang Qi pushed the wheelchair and walked slowly on the path of Qingzhou Garden.

The fallen leaves that no one cleaned up were a little bleak and fell around.

They wore scarves and windbreakers of the same color, and Li Qingkai's legs were covered with thick dark blankets.

The faces of the two were calm and equally pale.

The cool wind blew away their sideburns.

Wang Qi lowered his head and helped Li Qingkai pull the scarf.

Li Qingkai raised his head and said, "I've never looked up at others like this before."

Wang Qi suddenly curled his lips and smiled.

He lowered his head and touched the tip of Li Qingkai's tall nose.

"You have today too."

Li Qingkai also smiled very lightly, he raised his hand to hook Wang Qi's neck, and pulled him down.

The slightly cool and soft lips touched lightly, with a gentle provocation.

After a while, under Wang Qi's enthusiastic response, the kiss became wet.

They look into each other's eyes.

It seems to have seen the years.

During the break, Li Qingkai asked, "How long have we known each other?"

Wang Qi rubbed the tip of his nose.

"Sixty-five years and three months."

The two thin lips kissed together again.

They didn't come out of the blue, nor did they stay together day and night.

Whether it is the confrontation between you and me, or the current calm and indifferent.

All because they have the most different colors in each other's lives.

Wang Qi bit Li Qingkai's thin lips, his faint eyes were dimly lit.

"Li Qingkai, you are finally mine."

He raised his hand to caress Wang Qi's face, then pushed the back of his head and pulled it in front of him.

"Is that what you wanted to say to me?"

Wang Qi parted his moist red lips, and let out a sinister and dark smile.

He tilted his head, kissed from Li Qingkai's cheek to his chin, licked his cool and soft earlobe, and sucked his neck.

"Li Qingkai, you will never escape from my side."

He grabbed Wang Qi's hair, felt his breath on the side of his neck, stared straight ahead with a pair of deep eyes, and squeezed the other hand on his knee slightly.

The real winter is coming.

……

"Chen Fan has been very honest recently, and I can't see what he's doing. Some old people in the company kept asking about your whereabouts. I also had some troubles at work, but I solved them all. As for the outside..."

The young man paused, he pushed his glasses, and hesitant eyes flickered after covering the lenses.

"Everything is fine, you have a good rest."

Li Qingkai was sitting in a wheelchair, his hands on the table trembled.

The young man frowned.

"The doctor said you need to quit smoking."

Li Qingkai glanced at him lightly, then knocked on the table.

A trace of helplessness flashed in the young man's eyes, he looked back, and walked over to take out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket.

Li Qingkai lowered his head, the young man lit a cigarette with one hand and stood aside with the other.

As soon as the lighter rang, the door was kicked open.

Wang Qi leaned against the door frame, holding a glass of water in his hand.

He raised his lazy eyelids and said with a half-smile, "It's time to take medicine."

The youth's cigarette lighting hand was quickly withdrawn, and he immediately stepped aside.

Li Qingkai frowned, and pointed his finger on the table anxiously.

Holding the water glass, Wang Qi opened his hand, and a few white pills rolled around in Wang Qi's palm.

"Take medicine."

Li Qingkai glanced at him, bowed his head silently, the tingling itch made Wang Qi's fingers tremble, and after confirming that Li Qingkai had taken all the medicine, Wang Qi brought the water glass to Li Qingkai's mouth.

He turned his head and took a sip of water.

Wang Qi bent down and gently wiped the water stains at the corner of his mouth with his fingertips.

He raised his head and saw Wang Qi put his fingertips into his mouth and sucked it.

"So nice."

Wang Qi raised his eyebrows, and glanced at the young man vaguely.

"It would be better if you quit smoking."

Looking at the back of Wang Qi leaving, the young man felt that his indifferent face could not be maintained.

It turns out that Li Shao and Er Shao get along like this in daily life.

From the beginning to the end, Li Qingkai never had the chance to raise his hand.

Li Qingkai glanced at the young man and said calmly, "He likes this."

From the beginning, Wang Qi was jerky and chaotic, but later on, Wang Qi was completely obsessed with taking care of every little thing about him.

Even dressing and eating had to be done by Wang Qi himself.

The young man looked at Li Qingkai: "I thought..."

"Why?"

Li Qingkai asked him a step ahead.

The young man pursed his lips and said nothing.

"Think that I will not be able to accept it, and will be devastated?"

The young man didn't answer, just looked at him.

Li Qingkai raised his chin and looked ahead.

Those cold eyes were still arrogant and inviolable.

"I will never admit defeat."

Seeing the coldness hidden in Li Qingkai's eyes, the young man frowned slightly.

If he read it right, Li Qingkai's hand on his knee has been tightly squeezed since Wang Qi came in and never let go.

He began to understand Zhou Xu a little bit.

Perhaps he was right to be concerned.

……

Li Qingkai regained his composure, and rubbed his fingertips, which was a sign of his addiction to cigarettes.

"Li Ming knows what's going on."

The young man who was still thinking came back to his senses.

"No news."

His eyes darkened.

"keep the change."

Li Ming knew that no one could find him when he didn't want to come out, but he knew that there must be times when he wanted to come out.

Wang Qi, who was standing at the door and did not leave, gradually darkened his eyes.

Li Mingzhi...

He will catch him.

The author has something to say: I want to go through the emotional line first, and Li Mingzhi will ignore it for the time being;

In addition, any medical symptoms are fabricated and only serve the plot, please do not take it seriously;

In fact, I read every comment. You may have different opinions on Li Qingkai and Wang Qi, but with me, they already have a way to go and a suitable way to get along. It’s not something I can control with just a few thousand words. direction;

Moreover, my goal is 30, and I am still working hard.So, it's going to be all right, everything's going to be all right;

"Maybe we have never been kind, but maybe we are not so unbearable..."