Qiu Ren is always very tired [Comprehensive]

When Qiuren woke up again, it was already dusk, and the evening sunset hung drunkenly in the sky, and the radiant sunset glow dyed half of the sky red.

Sero left at some point, and another person was sitting next to the hospital bed, holding a small fruit knife in his hand, and concentrated on peeling the apple in his hand. The bright red peel followed the movement of his hand. The circles slowly fell off the flesh, and the ward was very quiet, except for the occasional beeping beeps from the bedside heart rate monitor.

I don't know if it's his psychological effect, but I always feel that after sleeping, the pain in my body is relieved a lot, and it's not as hard as before.

Qiu Ren looked at the young man who was sitting by the bed and was peeling apples. The afterglow of the setting sun shone on him through the window lattice. His indifferent profile showed a soft curve. Hair, leaving a few fine silhouettes on that handsome face.

"Feel sorry."

After a while, two inaudible words were squeezed out of his throat with great difficulty. The voice was hoarse and unpleasant, and the rough texture seemed like a piece of broken sandpaper scraped on the wood. The gentle feeling of the spring breeze.

"do not speak."

Cut the peeled apple into several pieces and put them in the fruit bowl, poked a small piece with a toothpick and brought it to Qiuren's mouth.

"Open your mouth."

Qiuren blinked, opened his mouth and took the piece of fruit into his mouth. The sweet and cool juice temporarily relieved the dryness of his throat. His lips moved and he wanted to say something. Remembering the young man's sentence just now, don't speak, and put those He swallowed the words again, and stared motionlessly at the young man beside the bed with those black and white eyes.

After taking off the glasses, his vision was blurry. He couldn't see the young man's face clearly, so he could barely see a rough outline with his eyes open.

This image of him fell into the eyes of another person in the room, and his taste changed inexplicably. The person lying on the hospital bed was thin and pale, and his eyes always contained wisdom and gentleness in the past. But carrying a trace of bewilderment, it looks fragile and pitiful.

Hong's eyes flicked over the bloodless thin lips of the young man on the hospital bed, and a trace of resentment flashed across his indifferent face.

"I am very angry."

He said lightly, as if he was talking about what to eat tonight.

Qiu Ren blinked, his slender eyelashes trembling slightly like butterfly wings.

"I saw those two girls when I was at the police station, and they said you were caught by that octopus to save them."

He paused for a few seconds.

"Why save them?"

Qiu Ren's lips moved slightly, but before he could open his mouth, a finger was put on his mouth.

"do not speak."

The young man said lightly.

"I don't need your explanation until I'm out of breath."

Qiu Ren: ...

When did his Jiao Dong become so capricious.

"Save others first, save yourself."

Hong returned to him the words that Qiuren told him earlier, Qiuren was a little guilty. He had told him this sentence when he was seven years old. Preach.

"There are teachers for preaching and teaching, doctors for saving lives and wounds, and policemen and heroes when in danger. This society has not degenerated to the point where weak citizens can take the place of heroes."

Qiu Ren, who was suddenly dubbed a weak citizen:? ? ?

Those karate competition winning trophies in his study are probably fake.

"I don't believe in falling in love at first sight, but the first time I saw you, I felt that I should know you."

The left hand exposed outside the quilt is white and almost transparent. Hong holds his left hand. Qiu Ren's skeleton is thinner than that of his peers, so the palm looks smaller than Hong's. The white and slender fingers perfectly fit all the hand controls. The aesthetics and pampered life for many years have kept this hand in the most perfect condition, without a callus on it.From the heel to the tip of the finger, Hong gently touched each finger until he saw the black ring on the ring finger. The simple and dull black was particularly dazzling against the overly fair skin. A trace of dissatisfaction flashed in the dark pupils.

Qiu Ren's fingers were itchy from him, and he reflexively wanted to pull them back, but was completely restrained by the other party. The force was not very strong, but there was a faint hint of refusal.

"No matter how good I have been since I was a child, people around me will only say that I will not be the son of Andrew. No matter how many praises I have, these do not belong to me. My father regards me as a tool to surpass All Might. My mother loves me and at the same time hates the other half I inherited from my father, and they don't belong to me."

When Qiuren heard him say these words lightly, he felt a little distressed. His childhood experience had caused too much trauma to Hong. Even though he has become a hero in his own right now, the scar left by that trauma is still there. It exists deep in his heart, and every time he thinks of it, he will feel a dull pain.

Qiu Ren wanted to say some comforting words to comfort him, but thinking that he was still angry at what he said just now, he chose to remain silent after hesitating for a few seconds.

"After becoming a hero, I moved out of my home. The house was bought by my father and did not belong to me. The place where I live now belonged to someone else before. I always thought that there would be nothing in this world that belonged to me."

Such negative and pessimistic words came out of his mouth as plain as a glass of boiled water. Qiu Ren didn't open his mouth, he knew that the young man hadn't finished speaking.

"But, I met you."

The setting sun in the sky had already set, and the sky in the distance was gradually dimming. The gentle breeze brought the coolness of the night. In the dark night, Qiuren vaguely smelled a very faint scent of roses.

"The first time I saw you, I knew you were mine."

The young man lowered his head, and placed an extremely soft kiss on the part of the ring finger on the almost transparent white left hand.

"From now on, you will always belong to me, and only to me."

For a long time, whether it was that 16-year-old boy or the current 26-year-old boy, in Qiu Ren's eyes, he was always the seven-year-old kid who reached his waist.

Acting like a baby, hugging, kissing, these intimate behaviors are all regarded by him as the actions of the seven-year-old boy.

But in fact, that awkward but frank child grew up a long time ago. Whether it is a 16-year-old boy or a 26-year-old youth, they are no longer the seven-year-old child back then.

With the passage of time, his appearance, body shape, and age are quietly changing, and his emotional world has also changed accordingly.

Qiuren was lying on the hospital bed, staring at the young man next to him with black and white eyes motionless. He couldn't see the expression on the young man's face clearly, but he knew that the young man was waiting for his response.

After a while, Qiuren's lips moved slightly.

"Frozen."

His voice was still hoarse.

"Have you lost your temper?"

"Disappeared."

The young man nodded.

"Well, that's fine."

The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and there was a faint smile on Qiu Ren's eyes.

"I am yours."

He said.