withered lover

The bedroom was silent for a few seconds.

Shen Guiwan stared at Du Zhinian, silently withdrew his hand.

Du Zhinian felt that his hands were empty, and he was in a trance for a moment before waking up with a heavy head.

He sat up, touched Shen Guiwan's forehead, lifted the quilt and looked at the gauze behind him, "Is it still uncomfortable? Does the wound hurt?"

The window of the bedroom was only drawn with a sheer curtain, and the afternoon sun fell on Du Zhinian's back, casting a light shadow that swayed on Shen Guiwan's body with his movements.

"It doesn't hurt." Shen Guiwan replied sullenly, turning his face sideways on the pillow.

He still remembers some things that happened when he had a fever. Du Zhinian fed himself medicine and re-bandaged the wound. At that time, his throat was burning and smoking, and his back was hurting. Even if the fever subsided now, those places Still feel sick.

There was a dull pain in the joints and temples, and there was still a slight tingling sensation left on the wound after suturing. Shen Guiwan closed his eyes and tried his best to ignore these uncomfortable feelings.

Du Zhinian just woke up, his head was still a little dazed, and he didn't hear Shen Guiwan's lame lie.

He sat on the carpet, leaning his head on the bed, and asked wearily, "Are you hungry? What do you want to eat? I'll go downstairs and buy it for you."

Shen Guiwan pursed her lips and shook her head slightly.

The wound was still hurting, and he had no appetite and didn't want to eat anything.

"You haven't eaten anything these two days, and you have to take medicine later, so you can't be on an empty stomach." Du Zhinian yawned, "It will hurt your stomach."

A circle of stubble had grown out of his chin, and with the large swaths of black and blue under his eyes, it was obvious that he had been through the night for several nights.

Shen Guiwan's eyes swept over Du Zhinian's profile, and finally landed on his bandaged right hand.

"It's all right." He said, slowly retracting his right hand into the quilt.

Du Zhinian rested for a few minutes, went downstairs and bought two casserole porridge and came back.

He added three spoonfuls of chilli to his portion, shredded ginger to Shen Guiwan's portion, and there was no trace of oil in the light fish porridge.

Before having dinner with Shen Guiwan, Du Zhinian found that his taste was as bland as if he had lost his sense of taste, so today's casserole porridge even reduced the salt by half.

Shen Guiwan was injured in his right hand, and he could barely eat with a spoon in his left hand, but his body, which had just subsided from the fever, was unable to exert strength, and his hand trembled when he raised it.

Du Zhinian was going to feed Shen Guiwan, but after being scalded twice, he handed over the spoon again, Shen Guiwan refused to eat.

"Sorry." Du Zhinian put down the spoon and pushed the porridge over, "You do it yourself."

Shen Guiwan poked the porridge in the bowl with a spoon, his tongue was scalded twice, and he had just lost his appetite after the fever subsided, so he put down the spoon after eating half of a casserole porridge.

Du Zhinian didn't force him, took away the leftover porridge, stuffed a capsule into his mouth, and handed him half-warm water.

Shen Guiwan took a sip and raised his head to swallow the capsules. Seeing that something was wrong, Du Zhinian grabbed his head, "Low your head and swallow it."

Shen Guiwan glanced at Du Zhinian blankly, then lowered his head obediently.

He thought the capsule would get stuck in his throat again, but the capsule that was always stuck in his throat before swallowed it very smoothly this time.

After Shen Guiwan finished taking the medicine, he handed the cup to Du Zhinian. Du Zhinian touched the tiny blood spots on his lips, and said, "Your lips are cracked, drink more."

He didn't want to drink, but Du Zhinian kept staring at him, as if he wouldn't let him go if he didn't drink.

Shen Guiwan held the cup and drank slowly, looking at Du Zhinian every time he took a sip, if Du Zhinian didn't intend to take the cup away, he would lower his head and take another sip.

After going back and forth several times, it was not until Shen Guiwan drank all the water in the glass that Du Zhinian took away the empty glass.

Holding the cup, he stroked the frosted body and pondered for a long time before hesitatingly said: "Can you tell me what happened that day?"

Shen Guiwan's hand trembled slightly the moment Du Zhinian finished speaking.

He clenched his left hand into a fist, with his nails pressed against the flesh of his palm, and whispered, "It happened at the bar that day."

This answer was beyond Du Zhinian's expectations, and he even felt that if Shen Lu hadn't done this, something would be wrong with this matter.

But Shen Guiwan was beaten like this, which further confirmed what he said before leaving that day: If Shen Guiwan didn't go back, it would be the two of them who caused trouble now.

Du Zhinian let out a foul breath, and looked at Shen Guiwan who had gauze on his body with an angry smile, "Shen Guiwan, are you really Shen Lu's biological child?"

"I hope not." Shen Guiwan raised his head to look at him, the light coming in through the gauze curtain outside the window fell into his eyes, and the dark pupils glistened with water.

Shen Guiwan's hands were shaking, and Du Zhinian felt that he was about to cry, so he sat next to him and held the back of his head, letting him lean on his shoulder.

"Do you still want to go back?" Du Zhinian stroked Shen Guiwan's head.

He is too weak now, the wound is torn open repeatedly, even if it is re-stitched, it will take a while to recover. If he returns to Shen Lu again, Du Zhinian is worried that he will not be able to survive this winter.

"Are you going to drive me away?" Shen Guiwan leaned on Du Zhinian's shoulder, his voice trembling slightly.

He asked carefully, as if he was afraid that Du Zhinian would drive him away, Du Zhinian's heart throbbed when he heard it.

"If you want to stay, you can stay." Du Zhinian kissed Shen Guiwan's forehead, "These wounds can't touch the water these few days, take good care of them at home, if you don't feel well for a while, I'll take you to the hospital check."

"You don't need to go to the hospital, I don't feel bad." Shen Guiwan gently tugged at his sleeve, "Can you sleep with me for a while?"

Du Zhinian was worried about Shen Guiwan's health, when he heard him say that, he smiled helplessly: "You have been sleeping for two days, why are you still sleeping?"

However, Shen Guiwan raised his head, moved closer to Du Zhinian, looked at the blue and black under his eyes and asked, "Du Zhinian, aren't you tired?"

Du Zhinian was startled, and smiled wryly, "I'm tired."

He went to the bathroom to take a shower, and lay down next to Shen Guiwan covered in moisture.

Seeing him lying down, Shen Guiwan habitually prepared to lean into his arms, but Du Zhinian held down his waist after moving a little.

"Don't turn over, you will press the wound." Du Zhinian said in a low voice.

Du Zhinian refused to move, Shen Guiwan obediently obeyed.

He lay down with his back to Du Zhinian, and soon heard Du Zhinian's even and long breathing.

Du Zhinian fell asleep, and Shen Guiwan sat up after lying down for a while.

He sat on the edge of the bed with his knees crossed, looking down at the gauze wrapped around the palm of his right hand in a daze.

The gauze in the palm had just been changed, and the surface was clean and dry, exuding a faint smell of medicine.

Shen Guiwan lifted one side of the gauze, and the criss-crossing black lines and hideous wounds in his palm were reflected in his pupils.

He traced the direction of the thin line, and when his fingertips touched the deepest scar in the center, he suddenly pressed down hard.

Shen Guiwan pinched his palm heavily, a fine and sharp pain came from the wound, and the body's subconscious protection mechanism forced him to let go of his hand.

He raised his left hand, and there were thin lines and uneven marks on the pad of the thumb, and it quickly returned to its original shape.

This is the mark left by the sharp edge of the glass when he threatened Shen Lu with the broken ashtray. Unlike the wound on his back, he made it on purpose.

Du Zhinian asked him if he was Shen Lu's biological son. Shen Guiwan saw the paternity test in his mother's belongings and knew that he was indeed Shen Lu's son.

But he wished he wasn't. If not, the pain and suffering he and his mother had endured seemed to have a reasonable explanation.

However, no matter how much he begged, it still couldn't change the fact that he inherited Shen Lu's dirty blood. His blood was as tyrannical as that man's.

As soon as Shen Guiwan closes his eyes now, what appears in front of his eyes is his mother's disappointed eyes, as well as his hideous and distorted face in that rainy night.

He is no different from the selfish ghost who escaped from reality seven years ago, and he still grows into an appearance that his mother fears and disgusts. His bones are engraved with the sinful and inferior genes that Shen Lu, his father, gave him.

The pain in the wound that was pressed didn't go away, Shen Guiwan wanted to clenched his fists, but Du Zhinian behind him suddenly turned over, the rustling sound made him let go of his hands in panic.

Du Zhinian slept deeply, not knowing that Shen Guiwan was ravaging his wounds.

Shen Guiwan looked at Du Zhinian's side face, saw his stubble-growing chin, and the sudden surge of moisture blurred his vision.

With trembling hands, he returned the opened gauze to its original place little by little, and the tears swirling in his eyes finally fell down uncontrollably.

Hot tears splashed on his thighs, splashing out dots of water, Shen Guiwan shed tears silently, his body trembled uncontrollably, and bursts of tearing pain came from his back.

He was afraid that the sound he made would wake Du Zhinian, so he stuffed his left hand into his mouth, his teeth bit into the flesh, stuck on the phalanx, leaving a series of deep tooth marks on his pale fingertips .