withered lover

The door of the room was wide open, and Du Zhinian was treating Lu Xing's back wound.

He whispered something, the metal tweezers touched the glass and ceramics, and the crisp knocking sound overshadowed Lu Xing's submissive response.

Yu Minggu sat where Shen Guiwan had sat before, gently stroked Lu Xing's hair, and asked Du Zhinian a few words from time to time.

He moved gently, but the thin body under his hand was trembling unceasingly.

Shen Guiwan stood by the door, with his hands in his pockets, rubbing his fingers back and forth, the center of his fingertips left traces of being crushed by a hard object.

He didn't look at the scene in front of him, but just lowered his head and listened silently to the conversation between the men.

Yu Minggu's pretentious tone was sharp and piercing, and Shen Guiwan felt his stomach churn when he heard it.

He was so sick that he couldn't breathe, but he didn't dare to show a trace of impatience in front of the two men.

However, Lu Xing's situation is worse than what Shen Guiwan saw.

Shen Guiwan didn't see the wounds other than Lu Xing's back, but the smell of iodine and hemostatic powder in the air became more and more clear, and Lu Xing's frightened answer turned into suppressed screams and sobs.

During the intermittent conversation, he heard Du Zhinian say: "...raise your legs."

Between the scraping and rustling of the fabric, there was a crisp sound of metal clashing, Shen Guiwan heard Lu Xing's sobbing, and Yu Minggu warned her in a low voice not to move around.

Shen Guiwan closed his eyes, covered them with trembling eyelashes, hiding the pain and unbearable in his eyes in the shadows.

The draft wind howled past, taking away the last trace of heat from Shen Guiwan's body.

He suffered for a long time in the cold wind, the cold spread from the soles of his feet to his whole body, and the hands in his pockets became cold and stiff.

Shen Guiwan felt as if he would collapse at any moment, a warm palm suddenly squeezed into his pocket.

Du Zhinian squeezed Shen Guiwan's palm, "Let's go."

Shen Guiwan looked down at Du Zhinian holding his hand, and moved his fingers.

Before he had time to withdraw his hand, Yu Minggu walked out of the room again.

"Thank you, I want to accompany Xiaolu, so I won't let you have breakfast." He and Du Zhinian were polite, but their eyes were stuck on Shen Guiwan's body, climbing up Shen Guiwan's neck like a poisonous snake.

Shen Guiwan looked away and hid behind Du Zhinian.

Du Zhinian saw all this, calmly pressed Shen Guiwan's head, let him lean on his shoulder, and blocked Yu Minggu's sight.

"He didn't sleep all night, he's a little tired." Du Zhinian smiled apologetically at Yu Minggu, "I'll take him back to rest first, so I won't bother you."

Yu Minggu's gaze scanned Du Zhinian and Shen Guiwan back and forth several times, and a sudden smile appeared on his gloomy face.

"Go slowly, don't send it off." He grinned, biting every word with a smile.

The curtains in Lu Xing's room were drawn tightly, not a gleam of light could penetrate. Shen Guiwan walked out of the gate of the villa, looked at the faintly white sky in the distance, and realized that he and Du Zhinian had stayed at Yu's house for three hours.

It was almost dawn, and the pre-sunrise air was bitterly chill.

Shen Guiwan looked back at the closed door and couldn't help shivering.

Seeing Shen Guiwan's ugly face, Du Zhinian patted him on the back lightly, "Get in the car."

However, Shen Guiwan didn't say a word to Du Zhinian until he got in the car.

There was a low air pressure around him that no one should get close to. Du Zhinian noticed it, but he didn't take it to heart.

"I'm going to work today, so I'll take you home first." Du Zhinian reached out and rubbed Shen Guiwan's face, "Are you hungry? Do you want to eat something?"

Shen Guiwan remained silent, just staring at Du Zhinian fixedly.

There was a trace of disgust in his cold eyes, Du Zhinian felt the cruelty hidden in the depths, and his heart skipped a beat.

Du Zhinian's shoulders trembled imperceptibly, but he casually turned his eyes away from Shen Guiwan's comment, turned the steering wheel and drove the car out of the villa area.

The car slowly drove out of the villa area, and Shen Guiwan saw the gate gradually disappearing through the rearview mirror.

It wasn't until he couldn't see Yu's villa at all that he said coldly: "Du Zhinian."

Du Zhinian responded, and tightened his grip on the steering wheel.

The car was quiet for a while, and he heard Shen Guiwan ask again: "What's their relationship?"

"Husband and wife, you have obtained the certificate." Du Zhinian replied.

He thought that Shen Guiwan would continue to ask, but after hearing his answer, Shen Guiwan fell silent again.

In the early morning of winter, the sky always dawned late, and Du Zhinian's car drove through the empty road, and the sky outside the car window was still dim.

Shen Guiwan looked at the increasingly familiar street, and asked suddenly: "Du Zhinian, do you often help that friend cover up traces of domestic violence?"

He leaned against the car window, the hot air he exhaled condensed a thin mist on the glass window, his voice was as soft as talking to himself, almost swallowed by the sound of the engine and tires.

"He's not my friend, he's just a client." Du Zhinian didn't answer Shen Guiwan's question, and only explained the relationship between the two of them.

He paused, then asked again, "What's wrong?"

"Do you know why Miss Lu rejects your contact?" Shen Guiwan raised her head, her beautiful eyes were full of sarcasm.

"I probably know." Du Zhinian parked the car on the side of the road, unbuckled his seat belt and moved in front of Shen Guiwan, "Are you angry?"

Shen Guiwan looked at Du Zhinian, withdrew his sarcasm, his dark eyes were as calm as stagnant water, without any waves.

He tilted his head and looked away, and retorted in a low voice: "No."

"I asked Yu Minggu for help, that's why I do this for him occasionally." Du Zhinian pinched Shen Guiwan's chin, and said with gritted teeth, "All you see is Yu Minggu's good deeds, don't take your anger out on me .”

Shen Guiwan frowned and did not answer, Du Zhinian asked again: "She was 'sold' to Yu Minggu by her parents, isn't she very pitiful?"

He unconsciously tightened the hand holding Shen Guiwan's chin, and Shen Guiwan pressed his hand painfully.

Shen Guiwan wanted to break free several times, but Du Zhinian grasped harder and harder.

His face was pale from the pain, and his cold eyes were soaked with tears. Du Zhinian finally let go of his hand when he saw the water shining from the corner of his eyes.

"I know you don't like Yu Minggu's behavior, but no matter what happens after Lu Xing and him get married, the affairs between husband and wife are regarded as 'housework' in the eyes of others, and no one will take care of them even if they go outside. "

"You know this kind of thing very well, don't you?" Du Zhinian said in a word.

"Housework", Shen Guiwan had heard this word from Shen Lu countless times.

At first Shen Guiwan just hated this word, but later Shen Lu said it so many times that he couldn't help retching when he heard it.

These three words are like a gold medal for avoiding death, and they have become an umbrella for these people to do whatever they want.

Now hearing Du Zhinian commenting on Yu Minggu's actions in this way, Shen Guiwan only felt his throat tighten, and stomach acid rushed up against his esophagus.

He covered his mouth, and a retching sound escaped from between his fingers before he could swallow it.

Shen Guiwan curled up in the co-pilot's seat, the surging stomach acid burning his throat.

A gust of cool wind suddenly blew into the car, blowing away the dull and oppressive atmosphere, and suppressing the discomfort in his stomach.

A hand landed on Shen Guiwan's back, patted and stroked gently along the spine.

Under the comforting pats, Shen Guiwan stopped retching.

He turned his head to look at the man behind him, but saw Du Zhinian's face was frighteningly gloomy.

During Shen Guiwan's acquaintance with Du Zhinian in the past few months, the other party has always been smiling in front of him, occasionally unhappy, but he has never shown such an expression.

He felt that Du Zhinian should be angry, but not at himself.

"Is it better?" Du Zhinian's voice rang beside his ears, bringing Shen Guiwan back to reality.

"It's okay." Shen Guiwan leaned against the car window and saw the station not far away, "You can take me to the nearby station."

He felt that Du Zhinian's hand on his back froze for a moment, but he lied expressionlessly: "Shen Lu is coming back."

This reason is very useful, and Du Zhinian's face suddenly changed when he heard this.

He wanted to question whether it was true or not, but after holding back for a long time, he finally withdrew his hand.

"I'll take you back, where do you live?" Du Zhinian put on his seat belt again and called up the navigation.

Shen Guiwan didn't expect Du Zhinian's reaction to be like this, he clasped the door handle, but heard a "click", Du Zhinian locked the front and rear doors.

"Address." Du Zhinian spoke again, with a little impatience in his tone.

Shen Guiwan only calmed down the discomfort in his stomach, and if he took the bus for more than an hour to go back, he might vomit and have a stomachache again.

He closed his eyes and gave an address.

Du Zhinian set up the navigation, closed the car windows, and turned up the temperature of the air conditioner, "Sleep for a while if you're sleepy, and I'll call you when you arrive."

"...Mmm." Shen Guiwan closed her eyes obediently.

Du Zhinian sent Shen Guiwan to a place several hundred meters away from the community, but Shen Guiwan would not let him drive any further.

"It's good here." Shen Guiwan unbuckled his seat belt.

He got out of the car and was about to walk back when Du Zhinian suddenly stopped him: "Shen Guiwan."

Shen Guiwan looked back, Du Zhinian put one hand on the car window, and lazily said: "I know you don't like Yu Minggu, but I'm just a doctor, I only save lives and heal the wounded."

"Don't expect too much from me." He paused, "There are too many unfortunate people in this world, but people's hearts are so big, if you sympathize with everyone, what else can you leave for yourself when the feelings are squandered? ?”

What else can I leave for myself?Shen Guiwan couldn't answer.

Du Zhinian smiled, and continued: "Shen Guiwan, you can't help everyone escape the sea of ​​suffering, so you might as well treat yourself better."

Du Zhinian felt that Shen Guiwan was pitiful, but also ridiculous.

Obviously he was in trouble, but he still wanted to sympathize with Lu Xing, and was angry with himself because of the stranger he met for the first time.

But I still couldn't help but want to persuade him.

"There's no harm in being selfish for someone like you."

Shen Guiwan stood in the cold wind, her hair was blown randomly by the wind, sticking to his cheek.

Du Zhinian saw him tottering in the cold wind, and was about to persuade him to go home when he saw Shen Guiwan's lips move.

Shen Guiwan opened his pale lips, and said calmly, "You too."

Don't expect too much from me either.

Du Zhinian was stunned.

His always shrewd mind failed to realize what Shen Guiwan said, and when he came back to his senses, Shen Guiwan had already disappeared.

Looking at the empty street, Du Zhinian leaned his head back on the chair.

He recalled Shen Guiwan's words, and suddenly laughed at himself.

After sharing the same bed with Shen Guiwan for so long, it was only today that he touched the real Shen Guiwan for the first time.

Knowing people, knowing face but not knowing heart, for a lover to do this, it is really outrageous.

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