There is always scum who wants to be reborn

Zhu Wanxing's condition was only under control on the fifth day of hospitalization, the fever subsided, and he woke up slowly, but his body was still very weak, and his mental time was very short, and sometimes he slept for a whole day.

But even if he sleeps, he can't sleep well. He always dreams, kicks his legs unconsciously, curls up with his hands clutching his collar, his body is covered in cold sweat, and his hospital gown is always wet when he wakes up.

He couldn't cry, tears slowly flowed from the corners of his eyes, and he whispered a few intermittent sleep words, sometimes it was 'Don't come here', sometimes it was 'I didn't', and sometimes it was 'Lu Fengchuan' , crying all the time in fear, unable to wake up as if in a nightmare.

Lu Tinghe just sat on the chair and stared blankly, trying to wake him up but dared not make a sound, because he was the one Zhu Wanxing missed the most, and he was also the one who was most afraid of him.

Eight of the ten sleep words were apologies, and the rest were crying out for pain. Occasionally, there would be a small begging, but obviously Lu Tinghe in the dream did not let him go, because he would cry every time he begged. Even more powerful.

As long as he closes his eyes, he will repeat this process several times, going round and round, as if it will never end.

Lu Tinghe tried to release pheromone several times to comfort him, but instead of calming down, Zhu Wanxing reacted even more. His fingernails were so hard that his palms were bleeding, and his lips were almost bitten. Play that recording.

Zhu Wanxing is afraid of Lu Tinghe's pheromones, but relies too much on that recording. Such a short audio, from the first sentence to the last, does not even take 5 minutes, but it can miraculously calm his breathing, even in a dream. The corners of his mouth slightly curled up.

That recording has become the only thing that can make Zhu Wanxing sleep peacefully in the past few days. Lu Tinghe always enters the ward softly after he falls asleep, turns on the recording and puts it next to his pillow, and then just looks at him curled up under the quilt sleep all afternoon.

The content of the recording is not unfamiliar to Lu Tinghe, it should be the only time Zhu Wanxing secretly recorded it when he was in estrus with him. It is ironic to say that in this life, he has been with Lu Tinghe since he was 16 years old when he was still in high school, and now it has been five years , but the warmth I got was less than 5 minutes.

Lu Tinghe held Zhu Wanxing's wounded hand and closed his eyes, his heart throbbed so painfully, he thought if he hadn't pierced the window paper, what would happen to Zhu Wanxing?

He will continue to pretend that he doesn't know the truth, open his shell willingly like a pearl oyster, revealing the softest and most fragile flesh, and grit his teeth to endure all the torture on the surface and the cold violence in the dark that Lu Tinghe gave him.

Then rely on the 5-minute recording to survive every despair and collapse until I can't bear it anymore, and then hide in a place that no one knows and die secretly.

"I'm sorry... Xiaoguai... brother is wrong..."

Lu Tinghe suppressed his crying with red eyes, his choked voice was painful and hoarse, tears flowed down his chin, soaking a wisp of gentle and careful ebony fragrance.He almost thought for the rest of his life: almost, just a little bit, not only would he no longer be able to know the truth of his previous life, but he would also lose his little star forever.

The nurse knocked on the door and came in to change Zhu Wanxing's dressing. Lu Tinghe wiped his eyes and stood up, turned off the recording and waited. The wound on Zhu Wanxing's back was not treated in time, and it was soaked in water for too long. The edge of the wound has turned white, and the middle is tender red The place where there is some pus, secreting yellow water, needs to be cleaned and disinfected every day.

He was just woken up, he was dizzy all over, he stared blankly at the window, he looked a little silly, he would groan a few times only when the pain was severe, Lu Tinghe turned his head and didn't dare to look at his back , Wait for the nurse to change the medicine before sitting down again.

This was the first time they met after the accident, Zhu Wanxing lowered his head, breathed very lightly, as if he didn't have any emotional ups and downs, but his right hand was tightly clutching the quilt.

There were two rows of scabbing bruises on the back of his hand, a deep wound in the middle of the palm, and broken knuckles on five fingers. Lu Tinghe was afraid that he would hurt if he exerted himself, so he slowly released some pheromones. , I don't know how many times I tried to appease him.

The light ebony fragrance is thick and quiet, not aggressive at all, slowly gathering around Zhu Wanxing, sliding over his forehead, nose tip, shoulders like satin, and finally wrapping him gently, like a thick cloud A warm nest was built, and a timid star was hidden in it.

Zhu Wanxing didn't dare to inhale, looked up at him, and twitched his lips twice: "Your pheromone... overflowed..."

His voice was hoarse, as if his vocal cords were being cut every time he uttered, it sounded difficult and painful, Lu Tinghe turned his head and took a deep breath, and asked him: "Is it uncomfortable for you?"

Zhu Wanxing shook his head, "Is it... for me to smell it..."

With just one sentence, Lu Tinghe's eyes suddenly turned red, "Yes."

His voice trembled: "It's for you to smell."

Zhu Wanxing tightened his palms to support his body, and shrank his shoulders quietly, "Why... let me smell it..."

"Is this a new... way to get back at me?"

Lu Tinghe had a dull pain in his heart, he clenched his teeth and took a few deep breaths, a layer of blood slowly oozed from the bottom of his eyes, the water in his eye sockets swirled several times, dripped out when he lowered his head to hold Zhu Wanxing's hand, flashed by disappears into the sheets.

"No," he choked up, "I won't bully you anymore."

Zhu Wanxing raised his head to look at him, his eyes filled with water, and thoughtfully said: "You have played enough..."

"It's time to separate... right?"

After asking, he nodded self-consciously, "Then can I trouble you to call my dad...I want to go home..."

Lu Tinghe was so distressed that he couldn't speak, he lowered his head and suppressed his chaotic panting, Zhu Wanxing thought he was unwilling, and nervously grabbed the fabric with his fingers hidden in the quilt.

"Or...or can you find my mobile phone for me? Don't worry...I will say that I accidentally fell down the stairs and hurt myself, so I won't hurt you..."

His voice was very hoarse, and he had to pause for two seconds when he said a sentence, like the towel that covered the prisoner's mouth and nose during waterboarding in ancient times, and covered Lu Tinghe's face layer by layer, sucking out all the air around him.

"I won't bother you again... I will go abroad after recovering from my illness, and I won't come back after that..."

"If something has to come back, I will also secretly, without letting you know, nor appearing in front of you, so as not to make you...disgusting..."

"Zhu Wanxing! That's enough!" Lu Tinghe couldn't hear those two words, and interrupted him excitedly, "You followed me from the age of 16 to now, and the best five years have been paid to me. Now you don't want anything and just leave. ?"

Zhu Wanxing didn't understand why he was so excited, and shrank and shook his head, "Don't... nothing is mine, these five years... it was originally stolen, and I have to return it sooner or later."

"Go back? What about this one?"

Lu Tinghe took out Zhu Wanxing's cell phone and showed him the recording, "Why do you give this back to me?"

Zhu Wanxing's pupils widened, and he stretched out his hand to him in a panic, "That's mine...why is it with you..."

"Your? This is obviously my voice."

"But that was recorded by me..." Zhu Wanxing thought of the Xingxing pillow, and his eyes were red with anxiety, "It is mine in my phone..."

Lu Tinghe avoided his hand and stood up, looking at his wet eye sockets, he was hard-hearted, "Don't you want nothing, so why keep this recording? I'll delete it for you."

As he spoke, he made a gesture to delete, Zhu Wanxing yelled "Don't delete" and rushed over. Lu Tinghe wrapped his arms around him and wrapped his arms around his shoulders. The body in his arms was so thin that even the youngest Even the hospital gowns of the number could not hold up.

"Let go...uh...let go of me..."

Zhu Wanxing struggled and pushed indiscriminately, the water in his eye sockets was shaken out, the more he struggled, the tighter he hugged Lu Tinghe, his collar was slowly soaked in warm water, Lu Tinghe buried his head on his side neck and cried softly Coax: "Good Xing Xing, good...don't move...don't touch the wound..."

Zhu Wanxing was in a trance when he called him, and stopped his movements as if he was frozen, stared blankly at the midair, and begged in a low voice: "I only want that...can't you..."

"That's my recording, it's my stuff... I don't want anything but that... can't it..."

He touched Lu Tinghe's shoulder, and his voice quickly dispersed in the air: "Brother...why do you have to bully me like this..."

Lu Tinghe helped him up, wiped away Zhu Wanxing's tears with his thumb, "Because you only want a recording, what about the others?"

He pressed against Zhu Wanxing's forehead, and his voice was like a feather rubbing his nose, "What about me? Don't you want me?"