MTL - The Decade of Deep Love-Chapter 30

Chapter 30

He knows a long dream. He dreamed that the podium was swaying on the podium. There were boys carrying their bags on their shoulders and patiently waiting for him to go home. They dreamed of a large, lonely old man in the yard on the day of his grandfather’s death. The hospital was endless pale and desperate. He stood in the empty hallway and couldn’t stop crying.

The boy with a single shoulder bag grew up and became a He Zhishu waiting for him to go home. The flowers in the flower buds withered, and He Zhishu vowed not to raise flowers.

When He Zhishu wakes up, it is already dark. He stunned and pushed the bedroom door open, and no one turned on the light in the living room, a smog. Jiang Wenxu stood smoking by the floor-to-ceiling window, Mars was a little bit, and the cigarette **** had accumulated a layer in the ashtray.

"Not telling you to quit smoking." He Zhishu said, the scorpion is a bit dumb.

Jiang Wenxu's movements glimpsed, and the subconsciously extinguished the smoke: "Sorry."

He knows to turn on the light: "You can't control smoking when you are upset."

"What are you worried about?" He Zhishu sat on the platform, his forehead against the floor-to-ceiling window.

Jiang Wenxu smiled and bent over and touched his hair: "Don't worry, work."

He Zhishu did not say anything, only felt a dizziness, a drop of white silky long hair blanket was stained with blood, and He Zhishu did not return to God for a while. He slammed his fingers out to touch the blood, but because of the nose and blood flow faster.

Until Jiang Wenxu saw it, he sighed with a sigh of relief, and refused anything else. He stretched his arm and stopped the nosebleed that could not stop.

"What do you think? Look up, hurry up! Look up!" Jiang Wenxu was anxious, and he hurried down to let He Zhishu lie on his lap, and his clothes were sticky and bloody.

It took a long time to stop the blood. Jiang Wenxu hit the He Zhishu to wash the bathroom, carefully adjust the water temperature.

"How come a nosebleed suddenly?"

He knows that the frown is frowning, and the blood loss is too white: "The house is too dry."

"The winter in the north is dry and cold. I will find someone to buy a humidifier for you tomorrow." Jiang Wenxu cleaned his face from He Zhishu, and He Zhishu’s clothes were stained with some blood. He wanted to give He Zhishu a faded dress. I took a shower but didn't want to be pushed away.

He Zhishu reacted a lot, and he pushed Jiang Wenxu away and tightened his collar. His strong nails were all green.

Jiang Wenxu stunned: "What's wrong?" He was a bit embarrassed, a little uncomfortable grievance, and a bit inexplicable: "Your clothes are dirty."

"I came by myself." He Zhishu's eyes did not fall on Jiang Wenxu, still resisting.

Jiang Wenxu's face was dark and cold and cold: "It's so dirty, bloody, I don't have that interest."

He knows that he is misunderstood, but there is nothing to say, he can only watch Jiang Wenxu rushing clean and then out of the bathroom, but after five minutes, the door is crisp and Jiang Wenxu is gone.

This is quite good. Anything outside is more than knowing and interested, but it is still necessary to endure the temper and do low work. He Zhishu slowly faded his clothes, his hands were fine pinholes, one connected to one, and the cyanosis became a large piece.

He knows that he is soaked in the warm water of the bathtub, and he is suddenly a little scared. He felt that it was time to make some kind of decision, for example, what kind of place he should find in the end. No matter where you die, it is troublesome. If you die at home, no one will find it for ten days and a half. The look is definitely ugly, and it is not good to scare Jiang Wenxu.

He Zhishu thought about it and suddenly smiled. He also felt that the process of death was not difficult. The hard part was that after the death of the person.

The hot water bubble's well-known book is soft, he hasn't been soaked for a long time, and he has some strength to clean himself and get up. Carefully put on the thick pajamas, warm a lot.

In the living room, there is still a smell of smoke that does not dissipate cleanly. The smell of Su smoke is not unpleasant, but the whole person who sniffs the homosexuals is confused and dull.

When the headaches also came up, He Zhishu discovered that he had forgotten to take medicine every day, so he forced himself to get up and burn the water, and the medicine swallowed into the stomach for a long time.

He knows that he is lying on the sofa and waiting for the medicine to come up. The kitten is playing around with him, and the little claws are scratching the itch of the He Zhishu.

When he heard the key opening the door, He Zhishu thought it was an illusion, until the man whose face was still not good stood in front of him.

"Don't play with kittens, go to wash your hands and eat." Jiang Wenxu was still cold-faced, but strolled outside and actually bought a meal back.

"Slip the liver tip, give you blood." Jiang Wenxu poured the dish into the plate, the tone is not hot, but the eyebrows are gentle.

He knows that sitting at the table and walking away, thinking of Jiang Wenxu, who had been a long time ago, really did not lose his temper to him for such a small thing.