MTL - The Decade of Deep Love-Chapter 34
Chapter 34
The consciousness of He Zhishu was intermittent, and when he was most painful, he thought he was dying. He couldn't even cry when he was sore, and his forehead was covered with a layer of fine cold sweat.
In the process, Jiang Wenxu is not comfortable. He is suffering from a narrow hoop. However, it is a sigh of relief, and the He Zhishu who wants to toss bullying is even more uncomfortable.
"Do you know what is wrong?"
At the end of the game, He Zhishu heard such a sentence. He slowly turned sideways and tightened, and the sharpened jaw fell on his knee. He didn't talk, feeling that the only heat in his body was brought out of the body with Jiang Wenxu's in and out, and there was nothing left.
However, what is wrong with me? The eyes of He Zhishu are as bleak as a cage, and nothing can be seen.
"Speak," Jiang Wenxu frowned and bent down to dial the face of He Zhishu. He clearly was already under the steps of He Zhishu, but he didn't want to be completely ignored. "Isn't it enough to lie down and wait for me?"
The face of He Zhishu turned with Jiang Wenxu's strength, and he was very hard to focus on. The knowledge of He Zhishu is big and dark, but there is no pure love in the past. The darkness reflects the shadow of Jiang Wenxu, the overwhelming despair of grief.
Jiang Wenxu’s heart suddenly tightened his pain. He raised his palm and tried to touch the eyelashes of He Zhishu. He wanted to confirm that the heartbreak he saw was just an illusion.
But he just shook his hand when he raised his hand, and the man was more tight, and the small half of his face was filled with blushing marks. The sudden movement made He Zhishu cough up and down, and the pale face showed extreme pain. Then he licked and coughed out the dark red blood.
Jiang Wenxu's face brush changed, and the pupil suddenly tightened. He leaned down to hug his knowledge book and his fingers were shaking: "What's wrong? What's wrong? Show me...Have me a look..."
He knows that the book is getting more and more powerful. He has blood flowing down his lips with a mouth, and Jiang Wenxu’s fingers are forced to whiten: "Cold."
Jiang Wenxu hurriedly pulled off the sheets and wrapped them in the He Zhishu. He turned the He Zhishu into his arms, but he encountered more cold and sticky liquid under He Zhishu. Jiang Wenxu was completely panicked. He only had a rough and torn wound in the intestines. He Zhishu still did not. Stop bleeding.
"Nothing...nothing, let's go to the hospital right away. It's okay." Jiang Wenxu didn't know whether he was comforting others or himself, but it was too difficult to get such a confused tone. Now Jiang Wenxu is in the mouth. He should always be a strategist, calm and elegant.
"I don't go to the hospital." He Zhishu's tone was gentle, but there was some ambiguity. His mind was still clear, so he repeated it again: "I don't go to the hospital."
Jiang Wenxu stepped back. He quickly flipped through the address book and dialed the phone: "Jing Wen? Take the medicine box and come to my house!"
Hanging up the phone, Jiang Wenxu slammed He Zhishu into his arms. "Nothing, Jingwen is coming over. Tired and tired? Tired and sleeps in the arms of the brother."
"Jiang Wenxu." He Zhishu's voice is very dumb, not so clear, there is a bit of peace, no complaints, but also no love.
He Zhishu did not wait for Jiang Wenxu to respond. He smiled softly: "If you can, you still miss high school. At that time, Jiang Wenxu was so good, everyone likes it, but he only likes me. He has a bad temper and is impatient with anything. Responsiveness to accompany me. If someone is not yin and yang, and I can say something, he can tell the people how to talk well, what kind of show on the stage to receive a prize, but also to find me under the stage."
He knows how to smile with a smile and tears, but he is unconscious, still holding the kind of smile: "At the age of seventeen, Jiang Wenxu said that he likes me, I am with him. I believe that he definitely hurts me. At the age of 19, I didn’t want to go home and my future. I stayed with him and felt that I was not afraid of hardship if I was with him. At the age of twenty-three, my parents came to Beijing to find me in a car accident. I have nothing left, only I left, then I thought, as long as he is willing to give me a home, I will not leave him anyway."
The wetness on that face was getting heavier and heavier, and He Zhishu stared at the air of nothingness, trying to suppress the whimper firmly in the throat: "He is very good to me, and he is trying to make money. When I was young, I was so arrogant and rebellious. I also learned how to please the wine table, how to toast, how to drive the car to the boss... I know that he is making money for me, otherwise he will not speak because of his biggest client at that time. When I slowed down a few words, I folded a hand, not only did I have a list, but I was almost shut down for a few days."
When I said this, He Zhishu smiled a little softly and sourly. The most is the deep feelings that can't be suppressed.
"But I don't know how people have changed." He knows that he coughs up again, and his mouth hurts so badly that he has a **** smell.
"He doesn't go home, the phone is getting less and less, sometimes he gets drunk at home at night, and the clothes are full of perfume. I don't know what to do, a big man is more careful than a girl. I always wondered. Why didn't he like me? It was because I was not as good as I used to be, but I didn't start to learn to cook more than the outside, or really just a group of children who were younger than the bed."
"It’s ridiculous. In the past two years, I used the serious attitude of high school to watch GV. I just wanted to learn to please him. But in the end, there is no use at all. I think I probably can’t learn to tie a man with my body in my life. The point is that it’s good to be able to endure without crying or asking for mercy. How do you cooperate with others to play tricks?”
"I am so useless, he is afraid that I will go out to take someone else... How is it possible? It is not enough to plant him alone in this life... I am still not long-lasting."
Jiang Wenxu violently hugged He Zhishu, his voice was painful: "Don't say it... don't say... I was wrong, hey, it's a brother's fault." Jiang Wenxu's voice has a visible whimper, and his heart is as tight as a suffocation. And pain.
He Zhishu’s thin eyebrows are close together. He just doesn’t hear Jiang Wenxu’s words, his voice is low, and he is mixed with his whimper in his throat: “I didn’t even dare to learn when I was in school, and my legs hurt a little bit. ... high school language is wrong, but also popular hitter board, the whole class only I have not missed back, I am afraid of beating, even if sometimes everyone is lazy teacher only symbolically hit a few times... he knows... knowing that I am most afraid It hurts, but I can also give me a slap in the face without mercy... I know at the moment that he doesn't love me."
"I was wrong... Baby, brother hurts you the most... Don't say it, wait for you to call me back... I am wrong, really." Jiang Wenxu became more and more flustered, his heart was screaming with fear and pain. He didn't know anything else, but he could clearly understand that if some words were spoken, they would not be able to return to the past.
He Zhishu quietly listened to Jiang Wenxu’s speech, and there was no reaction, just like nothing was heard: “A feeling that can be left to others is a fourteen-year love for me. It is a retreat. The only reliance is all the sweetness that I have tasted, and it is also the pain of all my heart."
He Zhishu pulled the front of Jiang Wenxu. He looked up into the man's deep eyes and smiled gently: "So you beat me for the first time, I don't leave, you are drunk and screaming at the intoxicating name. I don't leave, you are in France and lover, I don't want to go, you suspect that I am beaten by others and I am violent. I can't leave... But, Jiang Wenxu, love is gone, how long can I live?"
Jiang Wenxu's body trembled, and some things were out of control where he didn't know.
