"To Q." The teenager sat cross-legged on Dong Zheng's hospital bed, threw out a pair of queens in his hand, and squeezed the only remaining card in his hand tightly so that no one could see it.
He looked like he was eighteen or nineteen years old, and his black eyes were bright and energetic, with a hint of cunning. The black tracksuit was taken off in the warm ward, the collarbone was exposed at the round neck of the T-shirt, and the dark backpack was placed on a chair on the side.
"I can't afford it." Dong Linhai looked at the two cards in his hand and said helplessly.
"No." Dong Zheng also shook his head.
"Little Wang!" Cui Zuojing threw the last card in his hand on the bed with a snap. The gray clown on the card was throwing a ball. He stretched his arms and cheered excitedly, "Win!"
Dong Zheng and Lin Hai put down the remaining cards in their hands one after another. When they were still in the pure white world, they had played countless cards together, and they couldn't understand each other's level better. Dong Linhai stretched out his hand to shuffle the cards, ready to have another round. After staying in the ward for eleven days, he was about to fall ill. He still harbored nostalgia and nostalgia for the pure white world, and he didn't even want to play mobile games. Fortunately, Cui Zuojing found him.
"Is there anything to eat? I'm a little hungry." Cui Zuojing looked around looking for food, Dong Linhai's eyes lit up immediately, and he hurriedly brought the thermal insulation bucket on the bedside table and handed it to Cui Zuojing, "Drink this, drink this. "
Cui Zuojing unscrewed the lid of the heat preservation bucket, and the aroma of chicken soup came out. The old hen was simmered with longan, wolfberry, cordyceps, lotus seeds and red dates for three hours. A layer of oil floated on the deep red soup surface. It makes you appetite.
"This is what your mother boiled for you to drink." Cui Zuojing looked down and wanted to return the bucket to him, asking, "Is there anything else?"
"Just drink this and drink this." Dong Linhai pushed the insulated bucket with both hands and pushed it back into Cui Zuojing's arms, his whole face wrinkled, "I've been drinking it for almost a week, and I really can't swallow a drop."
Dong Zheng couldn't help laughing, and said, "It's okay, you can drink it. Mom has to let Linhai finish this bucket, so I'll do him a favor."
"That's fine." Cui Zuojing was not polite when he saw this. He poured some out and drank it slowly in Dong Zheng's bowl. The chicken soup was indeed very fresh, and the ingredients added in it were all the best. Cui Zuojing took out the cordyceps and watched it for a few seconds, then put it into his mouth tentatively, and after finding that there was no strange taste, he swallowed it with confidence.
He helped to drink a small half bucket, the three of them chatted, and the time passed quickly. Dong Zheng and Linhai are recovering very well. If Su Daijun was not at ease and had to let them stay for two more days for observation, they would have been embarrassed to continue occupying medical resources and discharged from the hospital, but she can't blame her for being nervous. After all, the tragic degree of the car accident at the time, Let everyone think that the two brothers will not be able to wake up.
It seems that the future mother-in-law's craftsmanship is not bad. Cui Zuojing thought about this, but didn't say it. He was worried that Dong Zheng might feel uncomfortable when he listened to it. After all, Su Daijun was not his own mother. As early as the rainy night at the Doll's House, Dong Zheng had family issues with him. Out of the heart.
"It seems that you've grown into such a silly big man for no reason." Putting down the bowl, Cui Zuojing licked the corner of his lips, satisfied. Dong Linhai snorted, waved his hands, sat up from the bed, and said, "Go to the toilet."
Dong Linhai entered the bathroom, and his figure was blocked by the closed door. Cui Zuojing and Dong Zheng immediately looked at each other. At the moment of eye contact, Cui Zuojing couldn't help laughing out, crawling to Dong Zheng's side, one arm resting on the bed, the other hand on his shoulder, Dong Zheng grabbed his back, lowered his head, and caught The boy raised his head and took the initiative to kiss.
The lips and teeth are entangled. They have had fierce kisses, obsessive kisses, and tender kisses, but they have never been so careful as now, for fear that everything in front of them is an illusion, and a little roughness may break the bubble. They used temperature and breathing to confirm each other's existence, Cui Zuojing's hand on the bed loosened, and Dong Zheng's other hand intertwined.
The door of the ward was closed, and there was the sound of water splashing from the bathroom. Dong Linhai obviously held it back for a long time.
The voices of nurses walking and talking came from the corridor outside, and in the ward across the door, the interlaced breathing of the two slowly heated up. Before the situation became unmanageable, Cui Zuojing held back the constant clamor in his heart. Zheng bit his lips and took the initiative to separate.
They looked at each other and saw themselves in each other's eyes. In the bathroom, Dong Linhai began to wash his hands. Cui Zuojing hurriedly raised his hand to cover the tips of his red ears, and the smile on the corners of his lips was full of fun. Jiaohan.
Dong Zheng licked the remaining tooth marks on his lower lip, and tasted the taste of the kiss, with the sweetness of red dates and longan, which seemed to melt into his heart.
Dong Linhai came out of the bathroom with wet hands, completely unaware of what happened before. He sat down beside his bed carelessly, picked up the card and asked, "Are you coming back?"
"Farewell, I'll leave after a few more minutes." Cui Zuojing said, "Don't your parents come to see me later, it will be embarrassing."
"There's nothing embarrassing about that, just say you are my brother's friend." Dong Linhai didn't care, but he didn't insist. Dong Zheng remembered a question and asked Cui Zuojing, "Where do you live?"
"I don't know, let's find a hotel nearby. I think there are quite a few." Cui Zuojing came out of the station and began to inquire about a pair of brothers who were hospitalized in a car accident. He didn't have time to find a place to live.
"No." Dong Zheng opened the drawer of the bedside table, took out his keys, and took one of them to Cui Zuojing, "This is the key to my house, you can stay with me, everything is complete, and I'll write the address. Give you."
Cui Zuojing raised his eyebrows and happily copied the key into his pocket, which was both economical and convenient, so why not do it.
On the bedside table, there was fruit brought by relatives and friends when they were visiting. Cui Zuojing peeled an apple for Dong Zheng. The knife in his hand was as dexterous as his own finger. average.
He gave the apple to Dong Zheng, then put down the knife with a smirk in Dong Linhai's longing eyes, and said, "I seem to have some residual ability, a small part, which is useful when chopping ribs."
Speaking of this, Dong Zheng echoed: "Me too, although the core has shrunk, but subjectively I feel that my brain is better than before the car accident."
"Huh? Really?" Dong Linhai was distracted, and quickly forgot about Cui Zuojing's different treatment of not peeling apples for him. He opened his palm and held his breath at the stainless steel cup cover on the bedside table.
After a few seconds, the lid of the cup swayed slightly.
"Wow, there really is!" Linhai was ecstatic, and now... Isn't he now a superpower? !
What is the special investigation team of the Nine Divisions and Eleven Divisions of the National Security Bureau, come and find him!
"Of course it's not as good as before, but I suggest that if you want to continue a normal life, you shouldn't expose your abilities." Cui Zuojing and Dong Zheng looked at each other and asked Linhai unintentionally, "Hey, Do you remember how we ended up coming out?"
Lin Hai scratched his head: "I don't really remember... I led two guards from the forest behind the garden, but they were poisoned. I just ran to the garden and saw you guys fighting the queen, and then fainted, oh... It's a pity, I missed it. A picture of the final battle."
Dong Zheng: "Then do you remember when Allen had an accident in the snow bug trail?"
"Remember, it's impossible to forget in this life, hey, if we had a way to control that parasitic worm at that time, maybe Brother Lun would not have died." Linhai sighed, "But the final result is good, Lun. Brother can accompany the boss in the pure white world."
It seemed that he had completely forgotten about Wang Que.
Cui Zuojing couldn't tell what he felt in his heart. Wang Que finally made such a wish that Dong Linhai would not have to suffer, so he and Dong Zheng had no need to mention it at all.
It's just... a little regretful in the end.
When Dong Yi and Su Daijun came to see the brothers, Cui Zuojing bid farewell to Dong Zheng and Linhai for the time being, and left the hospital with Dong Zheng's home key and his bag on his back. As he walked out of the hospital gate, the afternoon sun shone on his body, the street trees poured their shade unselfishly, the wind brought an unknown fragrance of flowers, and clumps of slender Arabidopsis grew on the edge of the flower bed, inconspicuous.
It has been a month since Cui Zuojing left the pure white world. He woke up from the baby's side. Cui Zuojing took the train back home. He knocked on the door. Before the dampness dissipated, he saw Cui Zuojing who had returned.
So sadness turned into ecstasy, uneasiness into astonishment, and in their eyes, the boy had only been gone for less than a day.
But how did the family know about Cui Zuojing's past adventures. At the age of sixteen, Cui Zuojing was stabbed more than a dozen times by a serial killer who escaped from prison on his way home. After waking up, time has only flown for an hour. They also made psychological preparations that the teenager might be able to go home soon, but they were more worried that they would never be able to wait for him.
The sister cried and hugged him, noticed something was missing, and choked up and asked where Victor was.
"He stayed with those who needed him more." Cui Zuojing replied.
At this time, Dong Zheng has not had an accident yet, and the time is so wonderful. Although the time when they entered the pure white world is not much different, they are not exactly the same. Just like now, it will take another month. Dong Zheng and Dong are far away in Shanghai. The two Linhai brothers suffered the car accident that changed their lives.
As the former master of time, Cui Zuojing knows nothing but disturbs the outcome of cause and effect. If he rashly appears in Dong Zheng's life and makes the car accident silent, then everything, including him now, will be gone. exist.
So Cui Zuojing honestly waited at home. During the waiting period, he and his parents and sister talked about this experience. Hearing that Victor continued to live in another world that they could not touch, the family finally let go of their hearts. , Although he has never seen Victor in his original form and cannot communicate with him verbally, the white cat with the human soul has lived at home for eight years after all, and has long been part of the family.
The curse of the time prisoner was lifted, and Cui Zuojing's body was gradually returning to what he should have been. When he went to find Dong Zheng, he had changed from sixteen to eighteen or nineteen. Should be able to return to the original twenty-four years.
On the eighth day after Dong Zheng's accident, Cui Zuojing got on the train to Shanghai. After many twists and turns, they finally met again.
After coming out of the hospital, Cui Zuojing stopped a taxi and went to the address Dong Zheng gave him, a high-end community. Half an hour later, he stood in front of Dong Zheng's house, inserted the key into the keyhole, and unscrewed it with a click.
He pushed open the door and walked in. The sunlight outside the window illuminated the gray and white fabric sofa. The wall-mounted TV occupies almost half of the wall. The carpet of the same color, a European-style dining table, and a chaise longue and a transparent coffee table are placed on the semi-open balcony. , emerald herbs are planted in the hanging square boxes on the wooden wall.
The air was a little dull. Cui Zuojing opened the window and the wind blew in. He stood by the sliding door on the balcony and looked back. The whole house was about 120 square meters, and every inch was decorated with a very human touch.
It seems that you can see how Dong Zheng laid out the empty house step by step.
Dong Zheng, who lost his mother from the moment of his birth, and who often felt out of tune with his family during his growth, has always longed for a home of his own.
A smile appeared on Cui Zuojing's face. He put his bag on the ground against the wall, rolled up his sleeves, and planned to deal with the floating dust that had fallen over the past half month that Dong Zheng had been hospitalized.
In the future, this will be where they will live together.