Xie Mu finally woke up.
But when he woke up, he was no longer the second master of Xie's family who planned everything and stared at Xie Shi coldly.
Cheng Chuan was escorted to Xie's house.
There, he met his husband.
He was wearing a lot of clothes, with a fiery red fox fur scarf around his neck, and he was sitting in a wheelchair, drawing with his head down.
Cheng Chuan was escorted to kneel in front of him by the people behind him, but even if they didn't escort him, he would kneel himself.
"gentlemen."
Xie Mu raised his eyes to look at him curiously, and was taken aback by the scars all over his body. With a little timidity in his eyes, he backed away while shaking the wheelchair.
The excitement in Cheng Chuan's eyes condensed after seeing the man's reaction.
He was keenly aware that Xie Mu's eyes were only full of strangeness towards him.
"Did he do something wrong?"
Xie Mu didn't look at Cheng Chuan again, but asked the person escorting Cheng Chuan timidly and curiously.
"Yes, Cheng Chuan made a big mistake."
The man replied respectfully, and when he got the answer, the man nodded and didn't take it seriously.
Cheng Chuan was about to froze.
brother...
Xie Nanen is back
But isn't he stuck in England? How could Xie Shi let him come back.
But now, these are not the most important things. Cheng Chuan was carried by the person behind him and stood up, looking at the man in the wheelchair without blinking, "Sir, don't you remember me?"
Xie Mu looked back suspiciously, with confusion in his eyes, "Do I know you?"
Behind Cheng Chuan came a young magnetic voice, "Of course I don't know him."
Then, he watched Xie Mu's eyes light up in front of him, looked behind him excitedly, and yelled crisply, "Brother!"
But the person who came was clearly Xie Shi.
Cheng Chuan watched Xie Shi walk up to the man, leaned down and kissed him tenderly, and the gentleman who hated Xie Shi deeply and refused to let him approach, just sat obediently like this, and even let Xie Shi docilely. time to kiss.
"Brother, I am a good boy today. Look, this is a painting I drew. Does it look good?"
Xie Mu handed the painting in his hand to the young man as if offering a treasure, looking at him with eyes full of envy and shyness.
"It's beautiful, Xiaomu's paintings are really good."
Xie Shi gently bent down and hugged the man up.
"Xiaomu, shall I take you to rest?"
Xie Mu nodded meekly, stretched out his arms and hugged his neck in a dependable manner, and quietly leaned against the young man's arms, "Okay."
From the beginning to the end, Xie Mu didn't give Cheng Chuan half of his gaze.
Cheng Chuan watched all this helplessly, his heart, which he thought had been ashes long ago, seemed to be whipped by a whip dipped in salt water, and the pain almost felt like his chest had been torn open.
"Sir... Sir, I'm Cheng Chuan..."
He rushed forward desperately, and then was held down by the people behind him, firmly pressed to the ground, watching Xie Shi leave with his husband in his arms.
His sir, forget about him.
How can this be, how can this be...
Cheng Chuan stared at the backs of the two of them, almost crying blood.
The organs are exhausted... all in vain...
***
"That person was so strange just now, as if he knew me." Xie Mu was put on the bed obediently, watching Xie Shi cover himself with the quilt, he couldn't help reaching out and grabbing the corner of his clothes.
"Um?"
Xie Shi sat on the edge of the bed, leaned over to kiss him, his hot breath sprayed between the two of them, soon making Xie Mu blush.
"Brother..." The man muttered for a while before opening his mouth, "Can you accompany me..."
A smile appeared in Xie Shi's eyes, "Why, are you reluctant to let me go?"
"no… "
Xie Mu shook his head timidly, and said softly, "My leg hurts so much, I want my brother to warm me up..."
The smile in Xie Shi's eyes disappeared immediately.
He lifted the quilt, lay down beside the man, stretched out his hand to touch Xie Mu's knee, it was really cold.
Xie Mu retracted into his arms, moaning in pain, his voice was full of pain, "Brother, I'm in so much pain..."
Xie Shi never thought before that my uncle could be vulnerable in front of him.
He had wanted countless times to push away his cold face and make him smile and cry at himself, but when that day really came, he could only wish that he would be destroyed by a single shot. .
Most of my uncle's pain is because of him.
Xie Shi hugged this fragile man in his arms with dependence and pain, his heart was empty, like a huge abyss, swallowing him whole.
"Brother, it hurts, it hurts so much..."
Xie Mu moved uneasily in his arms, crying in his voice, "I'm in so much pain..."
"It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt..."
Xie Shi's eyes were red, and he patted him on the back gently, "I will find a way to cure you."
"Um… "
Xie Mu nodded aggrievedly, and whispered, "I believe in big brother."
Docile, obedient, and dependent on him.
All of this is what Xie Shi once dreamed of.
But when I really got it, there was only bitterness left in my heart.
Xie Shi gently warmed the man's icy knees with the palm of his hand, only feeling that the chill had penetrated into his body from there.
The better uncle treats him, the more he becomes what he wants, the more Xie Shi can't forget what the doctor said.
time is running out...
Xie Shi was desperate, and tightened the man's body into his arms.
British mental hospital
Xie Nanen fell off the wall with a blank expression, and landed silently. A black car drove over from outside the wall. The door opened, and the man jumped in.
The driver of the car immediately handed over a box, Xie Nanen opened the box, took out the gun inside and quickly assembled it.
"Where is the person sent by Xie Shi?"
The driver replied respectfully, "Half dead, sir."
A sneer appeared on Xie Nanen's handsome and steady face, he put the bullet clip in, and said coldly in a magnetic voice:
"Let's go and meet that brat."
After loading the bullets, the man took out a pocket watch from his pocket with a black leather gloved hand.
Open it, and inside is a teenager in a white shirt smiling at the camera in the sun.
Xie Nanen's eyes softened, and he touched his face cherishingly.
Xiaomu, I'm back.