The substitute is actually a scum attacking himself

"It's nothing." Xie Xingzhou withdrew his wrist and continued walking straight towards the studio.

His voice was extremely weak, as if ill.

Jiang Muye's gaze followed Xie Xingzhou's moving figure, and fell on his earlobe, where it was swollen badly, and there were blood stains that hadn't been wiped off.

It's just a mole, how could it be like this?

Jiang Muye grabbed Xie Xingzhou forcefully again, and asked him, "How did this happen? Which hospital did you go to?"

Xie Xingzhou didn't speak, his face was extremely pale.

Jiang Muye raised his hand to touch his forehead, it was really hot, probably caused by the inflammation of the wound.

"Tsk." Jiang Muye couldn't help but tsk softly, "The wound should be infected."

He urged again: "Stay at home, I'll go buy medicine."

Then, without waiting for Xie Xingzhou's answer, he grabbed a coat and went out.

After Jiang Muye went out, Xie Xingzhou stood there for a while, raised his hand to touch his earlobe, and the pain that had disappeared just now came back.

He hissed softly, shook Chaos's head, and took a change of clothes into the bathroom to take a shower.

There is a 24-hour pharmacy near the apartment complex. When Jiang Muye entered the store, there was only one female clerk guarding the store.

He described Xie Xingzhou's symptoms carefully to the dozing clerk, and stood in front of the counter waiting for the clerk to take the medicine.

The clerk was still sleepy and moved very slowly. Jiang Muye got impatient and looked around the store casually for a while.

This store seems to be holding an event, and there are many health products and some giveaways on the shelves beside the counter.

The gift includes a pair of ceramic mugs packed in a delicate gift box, and a flower is engraved on the mug.

In the past, Jiang Muye would not have been interested in these flowers and plants, but today he took a second look.

The flower was not exquisitely drawn, but Jiang Muye still recognized it—it was Eustoma Xie Xingzhou's favorite.

After his eyes stayed on the cup for a while, he couldn't help but press his lower left waist and abdomen. The tattoo he just got in the afternoon was also swollen like Xie Xingzhou's earlobe.

Jiang Muye was a little hard on himself, and there was a tingling pain from the tattoo, which should have been uncomfortable, but he couldn't help but smile.

This feeling that someone at home is waiting for him to take care of him is really amazing, why didn't he notice it before?

"Recently, there is an event in the store. Buy two boxes of vitamins. You can choose these gifts at will!" The clerk took the medicine and saw that the customer in front of him was so handsome. , and introduced him to the activities in the store.

"No need." Jiang Muye looked away, took the bag of medicine from the clerk's hand, and prepared to pay.

The clerk continued to sell and said: "I see that you seem to like the pair of white porcelain cups very much. This pair of white porcelain cups is a well-known brand in China. Our store manager has a cooperation with the other party, so we used it as a gift. It’s for a couple, one of the flowers on it is eustoma and the other is a white rose. You are so handsome, you must have a partner, right? One person with the other, in this way life will be very ceremonial!”

Jiang Muye paused for a moment to pay, he looked up at the clerk, raised his eyebrows and smiled in a low voice: "Couple payment?"

"That's right! Look, it's very beautiful. Your partner will definitely like it, and taking more vitamins is also good for your body." The clerk immediately took the gift box off the shelf and put it on the counter to show Jiang Muye .

Jiang Muye took another look, and the cup was indeed engraved with eustoma and white roses—two kinds of flowers that Xie Xingzhou couldn't tell apart in the Daobei Manor.

Since I can't tell the difference but I like eustoma, I presumably also like white roses like eustoma.

"How much?" Jiang Muye asked.

The clerk laughed happily when he saw this, and while holding two bottles of vitamins and a white porcelain cup gift box in a bag, he said: "Two bottles of vitamins are nine hundred and ninety-nine, plus these medicines, the total is one thousand and two, please pay here."

"Well, thanks." Jiang Muye was in a good mood, took the bag, checked out and left.

When Jiang Muye returned to the apartment, there was no one in the living room and bedroom, only the light was on in the studio, Xie Xingzhou should have gone to the studio again.

Jiang Muye had no choice but to stay in the studio when he was sick, so he took the bag into the kitchen to make antipyretics for Xie Xingzhou.

He seldom entered the kitchen. He searched through many cabinets for more than ten minutes before finding the glass put away by the aunt who was cooking.

Jiang Muye tore open the opening of the antipyretic, and when he was about to pour the medicine into the glass, he suddenly stopped and put the glass back.

He coughed lightly, looked back at the closed studio, took out the couple cup gift box he brought back like a thief, and opened it.

The two white porcelain cups are exactly the same except for the flowers engraved on the cups.

Jiang Muye frowned and struggled for a while, and finally took the white rose cup to make medicine for Xie Xingzhou, and he hid the eustoma one - the eustoma should belong to him, and so did Xie Xingzhou.

Jiang Muye held the cup and pushed open the studio door. There was a scent of sawdust in the air of the studio, while Xie Xingzhou fell asleep lying on the mahogany carving board.

He seemed to be sleeping restlessly, his brows were slightly wrinkled, his cheeks were flushed red, and there were still tears on his face.

Why did you make yourself like this after not seeing you for a while?

Jiang Muye frowned, he put the cup on the engraving table, and supported the engraving table himself, leaned close to Xie Xingzhou, stretched out his fingers to wipe away the tears from the corners of his eyes.

Sensing the repelling feeling of a foreign object approaching between his brows, Xie Xingzhou's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he opened his eyes.

"Are you awake?" Jiang Muye's voice was a little hoarse, and he was very close to him, and his breath sprayed on his cheeks when he spoke.

Feeling the familiar breath, Xie Xingzhou froze slightly, and slowly got up from the stereotype with a light "um".

"Drink the medicine first." Jiang Muye handed over the cup containing the medicine.

"Don't touch."

Xie Xingzhou suddenly grabbed his wrist which was propped on the carving table, and pushed him away.

Then Xie Xingzhou stood up in a panic, and even the stool was dragged by him for a long time.

Jiang Muye turned his wrist to cover the mouth of the cup to prevent the medicine from spilling out. He steadied his body and looked at Xie Xingzhou. He saw Xie Xingzhou frantically wiping his precious mahogany carving board with a towel.

"What's the matter?" Jiang Muye moved closer, only to see a water-soaked handprint printed on the mahogany surface.

Jiang Muye looked down at his hands, they were wet - he had washed his hands when making the medicine, and forgot to dry them.

The towel can only wipe off the excess water stains, but not the infiltrated ones. You can only wait for it to dry by itself.

It wasn't a big deal at first, the water stain would disappear overnight, but Xie Xingzhou couldn't help his nose sore, and kept his head down for a long time.

"It'll dry up in a while, drink the medicine first." Jiang Muye grabbed his shoulders and forced him to raise his head.

Xie Xingzhou turned his face away: "I won't drink."

Being rejected again and again, Jiang Muye gradually lost his patience. He had a tough attitude, took a look and said rigidly: "Isn't it just a board? If it really breaks, I will pay you another one. Drink the medicine first."

Not just a board.

Xie Xingzhou heard the sound and looked at the nonchalant Jiang Muye.

Indeed, to Jiang Muye, this is just a broken board worth not much money.

What does Jiang Muye know?He doesn't understand anything.

In a daze, Jiang Muye seemed to see Xie Xingzhou sneer. He frowned even deeper. He pulled Xie Xingzhou over and said with a light smile, "Did you have a fever? Drink the medicine."

"I don't want to drink!" Xie Xingzhou pushed Jiang Muye hard.

"boom--"

As his voice fell, a clear cracking sound sounded immediately.

The cup in Jiang Muye's hand was not stable and fell to the ground, the white porcelain cup fell to pieces, the warm potion spilled all over the floor, half of it even spilled on Jiang Muye's slippers.

The two of them froze at the same time, and the atmosphere froze instantly.

After a while, Xie Xingzhou slowly raised his head and glanced at Jiang Muye - his face was ugly.

"I... I didn't do it on purpose." Xie Xingzhou felt a little confused, he squatted down, and reached out to pick up the tiles on the ground.

The moment the glass shattered, Jiang Muye was really annoyed, he raised his head slightly and closed his eyes to calm down for a few seconds, then pulled Xie Xingzhou up from the ground.

"Forget it, don't do it, go out and drink a cup of medicine." Jiang Muye dragged Xie Xingzhou out.

Xie Xingzhou was forced to follow Jiang Muye, he couldn't react, he stumbled all the way, his eyes kept chasing the back of Jiang Muye's Yinren head.

He felt that Jiang Muye was about to lose his temper today, but he didn't. He couldn't figure out why.

In this way, it seems that he is a little unreasonable.

Jiang Muye randomly found a cup in the kitchen to refill Xie Xingzhou's medicine, while Xie Xingzhou leaned on the kitchen door frame, staring at him blankly.

Jiang Muye was facing the kitchen window, the sky outside the window was dotted with stars, he couldn't tell if it was the bright lights of the city or the star river at night.

His silhouette blends into such a background, it is really unique and beautiful, it is to the extent that Xie Xingzhou wants to draw it by hand.

But this silhouette is really similar to Duan Jize before he was disfigured. How many times has Xie Xingzhou sunk in this illusion over and over again.

Even at this moment, his chaotic brain was confused, thinking that meeting Duan Jize during the day was just a dream——

And he is still the same as before, he can only barely survive by clinging to Jiang Muye's body and greedily sucking his root juice every day.

His heart skipped a beat, and he walked towards Jiang Muye's broad back.

Jiang Muye poured an appropriate amount of hot water into the cup, and felt a mass of warm body temperature against his back.

He looked down at the hands around his waist, and laughed, "I just made a fuss about not taking the medicine, do you know it's wrong?"

Xie Xingzhou didn't answer his words, but asked him in a muffled voice: "Jiang Muye, do you know what it feels like to regain something lost?"

"I don't know." Jiang Muye kept removing the medicine box from his hands, and said casually, "The things I lost must be thrown away because I didn't want them, there is no such thing as lost and found."

"Like Su Ruan?" Xie Xingzhou hummed and asked.

Jiang Muye paused when he tore off the bag of antipyretic medicine.

He was silent for a long time, and after a while, he said in a deep voice, "Why did you mention him again, you still care?"

"I don't care." Xie Xingzhou's voice was flat, without any emotion.

After he finished speaking, he let go of Jiang Muye, turned and left the kitchen.

Jiang Muye remained in his original state and was stunned for a long time, thinking over Xie Xingzhou's words.

He always felt that there was something in Xie Xingzhou's words, but he couldn't think of the result, and couldn't help feeling a little annoyed—as if something was about to be lost.

His movements were no longer gentle, he hurriedly made up the medicine, took it out and watched Xie Xingzhou drink it obediently.

After Xie Xingzhou finished drinking and put down the cup, he pinched Xie Xingzhou's chin to force him to raise his head, and asked him, "Is it bitter?"

"No." Xie Xingzhou answered him with slightly parted lips.

Jiang Muye said, "I just tasted it, it's quite bitter."

After he finished speaking, he tilted his head to kiss Xie Xingzhou, and his movements were impatient.

Xie Xingzhou leaned against his shoulder, turned his face away and said, "Jiang Muye, I'm sleepy."

Feeling that the people below him were avoiding him, Jiang Muye was slightly startled.

But Xie Xingzhou's expression was indeed ugly, Jiang Muye stopped forcing him, straightened up after a while, turned and left.

"Go to bed early."

Seeing Jiang Muye's back walking into the kitchen, Xie Xingzhou heaved a sigh of relief, went back to his room and fell asleep.

Jiang Muye put the cup into the dishwasher and went to the studio again.

He picked up the pieces of white porcelain on the ground, and put them together on the ground for a while, but the cup was completely broken, and White Rose could only make out a rough idea.

Jiang Muye couldn't help but clicked his tongue, "How did it break so quickly?"

If I knew you were broken so fast, I wouldn't have brought you back.How can there be a couple cup that breaks after only one use?That's unlucky.

Jiang Muye threw the pieces into the trash can, and wanted to go to the kitchen to throw out the lisianthus as well.

But when he opened the cabinet door, the corner of the cabinet accidentally hit his lower abdomen, and the swollen tattoo made him gasp in pain.

"Forget it." Jiang Muye slammed the cabinet door with a "bang", and smiled self-deprecatingly.

Since when did he become superstitious?Falling in love can really make people hypocritical.

Xie Xingzhou didn't sleep well.

Half asleep and half awake, he felt the mattress behind him sag, and Jiang Muye's warm body temperature pressed against him, wrapping him around his waist.

It is clearly a body that is so familiar that even every trace of its lines is clear, but at this moment it is like a scourge, scalding Xie Xingzhou's back ache.

He was stiff and trying to escape.

But the sound of steady breathing soon came from behind. Jiang Muye was too tired today and fell asleep quickly.

Forget it, go to sleep.

Xie Xingzhou's opened eyes slowly closed again.

Capital, Hongfu District Nursing Home.

Ms. Zhang, Duan Jingcheng's nurse, was watching the night at the door. The patient in the next room was a dementia patient who didn't sleep in the middle of the night.

"Oh! How do you take care of your patients!" Sister Zhang pinched her nose in disgust and scolded the man's nurse.

The other party hurriedly apologized to her and pushed the old man back to the ward.

Sister Zhang smelled of urine all over her body, she was disgusted, and glanced at Duan Jingcheng who was already asleep in the ward.

Nothing should happen. Sister Zhang couldn't stand it anymore, so she left the ward and went to the lounge to change clothes.

Not long after Sister Zhang left, the building of the nursing home lost power.

Several nurses who were not asleep came out of the corridor to check, and the ward became noisy.

A man in a male nurse's uniform took advantage of the chaos and walked into Duan Jingcheng's ward.

Duan Jingcheng slept peacefully on the hospital bed. The male nurse took out the injection and injected it into her vein.

Duan Jingcheng frowned in his sleep, but soon fell back into a deep sleep.

Before the male nurse left, he looked at her and chuckled, "Don't blame me, who made you give birth to a son who looks like him, and accidentally took his life. You should be so crazy, it's better to be forever Don't wake up."

……

six in the morning.

Jiang Muye, who was sleeping, was awakened by the phone ringing, he frowned, took the phone, and said "Hello".

On the opposite side is Duan Jingcheng's nurse Zhang, who spoke in a flustered manner: "My wife suddenly fell ill this morning, and she made more trouble than before. Not only did she want to find her son, but she even made a fuss about committing suicide. Doctors and nurses couldn't get close to her, and they didn't dare to call the police. What do you think she should do?"

Jiang Muye woke up instantly. He glanced at Xie Xingzhou who was still sleeping soundly on the bed, got up lightly, and left the room.

"Got it, I'll buy a ticket and come back in a while." After Jiang Muye asked about Duan Jingcheng's situation in detail, he decided to go back and have a look.

"It's hard for you to run back and forth so often." Sister Zhang said.

"It's okay." Jiang Muye hung up the phone, planning to contact the nursing home in Luohai City, and if conditions permit, he would take Duan Jingcheng over.

It is said that he looks very similar to Duan Jingcheng's son, so he has been playing the role of his son in front of Duan Jingcheng all these years.

Duan Jingcheng was happy when he treated Jiang Muye as his son, but when he became crazy, he attacked Jiang Muye very hard. He would throw everything at Jiang Muye.

This can be regarded as repaying the life-saving grace of the year, although it is a bit insignificant.

When Jiang Muye left the apartment to go to the airport, Xie Xingzhou hadn't woken up yet, so Jiang Muye didn't wake him up, but just put the medicine on his bedside.

Jiang Muye bought the latest flight, so he traveled between the two places a lot. He was extremely proficient, and landed at the Capital Airport in less than two hours.

It took another half an hour to arrive at the Hongfu Nursing Home. There were already many doctors and nurses around the door of the ward, and Sister Zhang was waiting anxiously.

As soon as she saw him coming, Sister Zhang took him in.

In the ward, Duan Jingcheng held a breakfast fork in his hand and pressed it against his neck, confronting the doctors and nurses in front of him with red ears.

The doctors had no choice but to whisper to the nurses beside them: "Call the police."

"No." Jiang Muye panted slightly, and stopped in time.

Because of the fire that year, as soon as Duan Jingcheng saw the police uniform, he would have a stress response and become even more insane.

When the doctor saw that it was him, he couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief and made way for him.

Duan Jingcheng's eyes fell on him, and a line of tears rolled down, and he murmured to him: "Son..."

Jiang Muye's mother passed away early, and he never experienced any maternal love. During these years of getting along with Duan Jingcheng, every time Duan Jingcheng regarded him as another person, the love for him in his eyes was not fake.

No matter how hard-hearted Jiang Muye was, he couldn't help being moved.

But now the situation is critical, and he cannot afford to hesitate.

The moment Duan Jingcheng stared at him obsessively, Jiang Muye rushed up quickly and grabbed Duan Jingcheng's sharp fork.

Seeing this, a group of doctors rushed forward and gave Duan Jingcheng an injection of diazepam.

Duan Jingcheng gradually calmed down, just grabbed Jiang Muye and kept saying, "Son, stay with me...stay with me..."

Jiang Muye stayed with Duan Jingcheng in the ward all morning, and didn't leave until she took a nap.

Jiang Muye was stabbed by a fork at the mouth of the tiger, but the wound had gradually dried up during the process of accompanying Duan Jingcheng.

He went to the old place to smoke, bowed his head in the smog, reluctantly peeled off the blood scab on the wound surface, and put on the band-aid given by Sister Zhang.

"Hello, may I ask how to get to Wudong?" A female voice rang in my ear.

Just as Jiang Muye came out of Wudong, he didn't look up at the person asking for directions, but just casually pointed in the direction of Wudong.

Meng Siyi nodded hesitantly, "Thank you...thank you."

She didn't leave immediately, but looked Jiang Muye up and down carefully, surprised that she could see him here, and she asked for the way on purpose.

"Sorry." Seeing that the person in front of him didn't leave, Jiang Muye thought she cared about his smoking in the nursing home, so he pressed the cigarette butt, turned and walked towards the entrance of the nursing home.

Meng Siyi didn't speak, just watched his back disappear.

On the way from the nursing home to the airport, Jiang Muye was a little irritable - when he left in the morning, he forgot to check if Xie Xingzhou still had a fever.

It’s okay if I can get up and drink medicine by myself, but if I can’t get up because of the fever...

Jiang Muye was sitting in the waiting room, ready to call Xie Xingzhou, but before he got through, he received a call from Guan Cheng.

He took the first step and said: "It's just right, help me go to the apartment to see Xie Xingzhou."

The other side hesitated to speak: "Brother Mu, Xie Xingzhou came to the team just now, but..."

"Just what?" Guan Cheng hesitated, making Jiang Muye's throat feel itchy for no reason, and he wanted to smoke again.

Guan Cheng: "It's just that Xie Xingzhou came to resign. He said that he doesn't want to stay in the team as a support in the future."

"What do you mean?"

Jiang Muye was taken aback, and couldn't help clenching the hand holding the phone, and said urgently, "You agree?"

"No, I said you are the captain, and we can't make a decision until you come back." Guan Cheng said, "But he was determined and seemed to have gone to see Coach Kong. Brother Mu, didn't you say that you are doing well now? what's the situation……"

"How the hell do I know, don't agree, I'll be right back."

Jiang Muye felt more irritable just now, he frowned and hung up the phone.

Xie Xingzhou can still go to the team to resign, it seems that the burn is not serious.

But Jiang Muye didn't understand why Xie Xingzhou did this suddenly, he wished he could fly back to find Xie Xingzhou to find out.