After kicking my ex I became his canary

In fact, Zhou Ning can't eat anything anymore. Now that he is terminally ill, he can only eat light food. After surgery, he must strictly control his diet.

The food during the last period was cooked by Ming Sihan himself for Zhou Ning.

"Ah." Zhou Ning opened his lips, but no sound could come out of his throat, and his breath was so weak that he was dying.

"It will be all right……"

It was already very difficult for Zhou Ning to speak, his breath was like a gossamer, his voice was extremely soft, only the faint sound of breathing.

Ming Sihan stretched out his broad and well-defined hand to cover Zhou Ning's pale forehead and cheeks. Zhou Ning was thin and thin, and that broad palm could easily cover it.Ming Sihan felt distressed, and lived in regret every day, blaming himself for not being able to detect Zhou Ning's condition in time.

"Then I'll make pumpkin porridge for Ningning." Ming Sihan said.

Zhou Ning was lying on the snow-white hospital bed, looking at each other confusedly and weakly.

He could hardly see the other party, and there was a phantom in front of his eyes.He hummed softly.

The faint pain in his heart made him speechless.

Man can perceive his own life.

Zhou Ning always felt that he might really die.

It didn't take long for the sweet and soft pumpkin porridge to be delivered to Zhou Ning's mouth. The temperature was just right and it melted in the mouth. Zhou Ning could eat without swallowing.

It's a familiar taste.

Six years ago, in Zhou Ning and Ming Sihan's rented house, Ming Sihan would cook Zhou Ning his favorite food in different ways.

Congee dessert, proficient in everything.

The soft and glutinous pumpkin porridge moistened Zhou Ning's dry and pale lips. Zhou Ning's lips were wet and soft, and he swallowed the sweet porridge in small mouthfuls.Too cute.

"Ning Ning, do you still remember? We used to clamor for this every day in school. But you have a bad stomach, so I went to learn how to make porridge. When I made it for the first time, I mistakenly put sugar instead of salt. You don't like salty food, but you still ate it. You told me it was delicious."

Ming Sihan wiped the porridge from Zhou Ning's lips, Zhou Ning's consciousness began to drowsy again, his eyes were lightly closed with fatigue, and he didn't know if he was listening.

Ming Sihan looked at Zhou Ning on the hospital bed with distress.Zhou Ning's vitality became weaker and weaker, as if a gust of wind could blow him away.

He has never seen such a weak Zhou Ning.

Many years ago, he knew Zhou Ning as a rich young master who was born with a golden spoon in his mouth. He was beautiful and delicate, his personality was like a little sun, and he was a bit delicate and arrogant.

He has long noticed Zhou Ning.Because the light on Zhou Ning was too bright.

He is different from Zhou Ning——

He is just an illegitimate child of a wealthy family who grows up in a dark and dirty hell.

He and his mother lived in a deep, dark hell. His mother was the private mistress of the head of the wealthy Ming family. His mother didn't know about it, and she thought she had met a lover.She conceived and gave birth to a child for the Patriarch of the Ming family without a name or title, and ended up being charged as a shameless bitch.

The mother was kicked out of the house by the mistress of the Ming family at the time. The mistress of the Ming family couldn't tolerate sand in her eyes, so she hired someone to make things difficult for mother and son, trying to kill them.

The Patriarch of the Ming Family knew about this, but he did not stop it.

Anyway, it's just an innocuous mistress, and the illegitimate child born of the mistress.Whether he is dead or alive has nothing to do with the Ming family.

Ming Sihan has been resistant to beatings since he was a child, and every time he was beaten by someone hired by the mistress of the Ming family, he would develop his own skills, fight back, beat them to pieces, and then leave alone.

He still remembers the first time he met Zhou Ning, when the scorching sun shone on Zhou Ning, full of vigor and vitality.The smile is willful and full of youthful breath.

So he fell into it. Long before Zhou Ning knew him, he had already fallen into it, and he often paid attention to him.

Ming Sihan has never seen such a person who can shine so brightly, like the morning sun, shining in the dark and growing heart.

Ear piercing, tattoos, imprisonment, as early as when Ming Sihan was with Zhou Ning, he had such dark thoughts, but Ning Ning loved him and was willing to be with him, so he would not do these crazy things What happened made Ning Ning hate him.

Ke Ningning finally left him.

He hoped that this beam of light only belonged to him, that Zhou Ning could only see him and love him.

So when they met six years later, Ming Sihan was ready to imprison Zhou Ning the moment he saw Zhou Ning.

How pitiful it is for the delicate young master to fall into love and work hard outside.He wants to pick up the downcast Zhou Ning and bring him home. He finally has the opportunity to implement the dark side that has accumulated in his heart before, and finally, he successfully imprisoned Zhou Ning's soul.

But he could hold Zhou Ning's body and freedom, but he couldn't control life and death.

He can't handle death.

No, he can handle it, as long as the heart transplant is successful, Zhou Ning can be reborn from death.

Let the sun return to its original place.

"Ningning, you said, fate is always the one who likes to tease people the most, right?"

Ming Sihan couldn't help laughing, a sneer emerged from the bottom of those dark and handsome eyes, although it was a smile, there was some sadness for no reason.In this life, maybe he and Zhou Ning are destined to have nothing to do with each other.

Zhou Ning was already unable to answer Ming Sihan's words.

Zhou Ning was immersed in a dream.

He was drowsy, and his consciousness was always half asleep and half awake. He opened his eyes slightly in a daze, but he didn't have any consciousness. He only knew that Ming Sihan was always talking to him.

Ming Sihan kept talking to him.

I don't know how many days have passed.

Ming Sihan closed the door of the hospital ward, walked over, and sat on the edge of the bed.

Ming Sihan's skeletal hand touched Zhou Ning's ear, Zhou Ning was conscious at this moment, and looked at the person in front of him in a little bewilderment.

"Ningning, we have found a person who successfully matched your heart. He was a brain-dead man who had just been in a car accident. His matching matches yours, and he will be ready for a heart transplant soon."

Zhou Ning blinked lightly, his eyelashes drooped, and his lips parted slightly.A little confused, as if he still couldn't understand what Ming Sihan was talking about.Already, I found a matching heart...

"Ningning, at the latest, ten days later at the latest, the operation can be performed."

Ming Sihan looked at Zhou Ning, feeling pain in his heart. He bent down and rubbed his ears against Zhou Ning's neck, "Ning Ning, you will soon be born again."

Zhou Ning's cold body was visible to the naked eye.

Obviously, being afraid of Ming Sihan has become an instinct engraved in Zhou Ning's DNA. Being approached by a man and breathing in the man's breath from his lips will make Zhou Ning uncontrollably chill.

Ming Sihan noticed Zhou Ning's fear.

The pain visible to the naked eye in Ming Sihan's pupils covered Zhou Ning's forehead, his voice was low, suppressing certain emotions: "Ning Ning, don't be afraid of me, what happened in the past was my fault, from now on, never again. .”

Zhou Ning's weak eyes were empty and empty, and there was a look of extreme distrust in his eyes.

He didn't believe what Ming Sihan said, and he didn't dare to trust him.

Ming Sihan hugged Zhou Ning tightly, and pleading appeared in his usually cloudy eyes: "Ning Ning, forgive me once, just once."

Zhou Ning's pupils drooped slightly, and there was no trace of color in his eyes, which were empty and empty, like a dying flame, dead and empty.

No matter how Ming Sihan begged, Zhou Ning seemed to be unable to hear, there were bursts of empty noises in his ears, his face was as decayed as a withered yellow leaf, he had already been like a rotten branch, after holding on for so long, he would eventually pass away.

"Ningning, do you still hate me?"

Ming Sihan finally gave up on begging, he couldn't see his face, he only knew that his heart was hurting.He felt sorry for Zhou Ning's increasingly defeated look, and he regretted that he had imprisoned Zhou Ning regardless of Zhou Ning's condition and made Zhou Ning look like this.

Zhou Ning must hate him.Zhou Ning should hate him.

Zhou Ning just looked at each other vainly, unable to speak for a long time.

Ming Sihan didn't expect Zhou Ning to respond to him.He knew that Zhou Ning's answer must be to hate him.

He chuckled softly, pain and regret eroded him, if he had known that Ning Ning was ill, he would not have humiliated Ning Ning like that.

It's a pity the world didn't know earlier.

He seeks Zhou Ning's forgiveness, and wants to start over with Zhou Ning, but he can't do it...

"It's okay, Ning Ning, you hate me because what I did was too much." Ming Sihan had tears in his dark eyes, tightly covering Zhou Ning's cheeks.Like six years ago, he bent down and kissed Zhou Ning's forehead.

There was a slight fear in Zhou Ning's pupils, and when Ming Sihan touched him, he couldn't help trembling all over.

For Ming Sihan, except for pierced ears, locators, tattoos, and the shadows of the iron cage where he was imprisoned.

There are even deep shadows for mobile phone cameras, pregnant bellies, cat teasers, pompoms and other items.

What Ming Sihan brought him was not physical pain.More humiliation of spirit and self-esteem.

Regarding Ming Sihan's kiss, Zhou Ning could only let him kiss him stiffly, his pupils slightly dilated, and his lips slightly parted.

"Ning Ning, what did you say?" Ming Sihan heard Zhou Ning hoarsely saying something.

Zhou Ning opened his lips, his voice was hoarse and weak: "Dirty..."

Ming Sihan felt a pang in his heart, but he couldn't refute it, and laughed at himself: "Ningning, I'm sorry, you should think I'm dirty, and I won't—"

Not finished.

With tears of self-loathing in his eyes, Zhou Ning condemned himself in a low voice:

"I, I'm so dirty."

He's too dirty, too cheap, too slutty.

The slutty self in the videos and photos, the self in a golden cage having sex with men every day, the self who was injected with love potions and knelt and begged for sex...all made him feel ashamed.

He hates himself who is dominated by lust.

"You're not dirty. Ning Ning, how could you be dirty? You are the cleanest." Ming Sihan comforted in a low voice in pain. He knew that his previous mental training and suppression had had a huge impact on Zhou Ning.

The more he saw Zhou Ning's self-loathing, the more he regretted those actions. He would not and would not dare to do those things to Zhou Ning again.

It is even more impossible for him to have the opportunity to do anything to Zhou Ning.

Zhou Ning was tired from crying, his consciousness was drowsy, and he fell asleep easily.

Seriously ill, often.

Xu Jingcheng knocked on the door, walked in, pushed his glasses to check Zhou Ning, and said, "It's just lethargic, he shouldn't be stimulated during this time."

After speaking, Xu Jingcheng looked at Ming Sihan again, and kept confirming: "It's really decided, don't you regret it?"

After all, on the operating table, there is no room for repentance.

Once a living heart is transplanted, the donor also dies. ?