Zhang Yazhi looked at the situation over there doubtfully, Shen Yuhuai sat on the chair beside the hospital bed, slightly blocking the person on the bed. Seeing Chen Qizhao sitting leaning on her back, she quickly retracted her gaze and resumed her work. The work of the father and son of the Chen family is inseparable from the company. Zhang Yazhi opened his own studio, and the work at hand can be handled flexibly.
Shen Yuhuai turned his head slightly when he saw Zhang Yazhi sitting on the sofa reading the draft.
Across a layer of quilt, the two of them held their hands underneath.
The cold touch pressed against the palm of the hand, and the knuckles on the back of the hand protruded obviously, and they could hold each other's fingers with a slight movement. Shen Yuhuai couldn't see the hand, but he could see the boy's slightly drooping eyes. The other party didn't speak or look at him. All his movements and strength seemed to stop at that hand, one after another, trying to find something that could not be said. boundary line.
It is already July, almost all the majors in S University have come to an end, and the weather in S City has entered summer.
Everyone walking on the road changed into short sleeves, but even so, in the ward with a suitable temperature, Chen Qizhao's hands were still cold.
There are some scattered supplies on the bedside table next to the hospital bed, the mobile phone charger is still plugged into the power plug, the paper towels are within reach, and there is a trash can very close to the bottom of the ward.
Chen Qizhao's biggest drug reaction is nausea. His nausea is more serious than others, and he often has retching or other conditions... A few days after taking the medicine, his stomach resisted first, and the doctor had to add it to his daily medication. Stomach medicine.
Shen Yuhuai has seen Chen Qizhao who is healthy. In Yan Kailin's video call last year, he saw that the boy maintains a good figure, and the smooth muscle lines can't take his eyes off. But now he can't see the inside of the hospital clothes, but he is quite thin to the naked eye.
The person in front of him looks no different from normal, or in other words, in the treatment process as described by Zhang Yazhi, Chen Qizhao is an extremely cooperative patient. tantrums due to drug side effects...
So peaceful.
Chen Qizhao didn't know why, when Shen Yuhuai was sitting beside him, he wanted to pull the other person's hand.
The palms are warm, as are the fingers, and the touch is close at hand, and Chen Qizhao seems to smell the smell of the grilled fish shop. But he knew that Shen Yuhuai didn't come out of the grilled fish shop. The other party had an indelible laboratory smell, mixed with the smell of mint, and possibly the smell of hospital disinfectant.
"You're sweating." Chen Qizhao said.
Shen Yuhuai looked at him, "Well, your hands are too cold."
There was no undulation on the outside of the quilt. In the distance, there was Zhang Yazhi's voice when he was working on the work. The tip of the pencil fell on the drawing, making a small rustling sound. The two didn't speak much, and all the touches seemed to stay on their entangled hands, from interlocking their fingers to separating them again.
Until there was a buzzing sound in the ward, Zhang Yazhi received a call and went out.
Shen Yuhuai looked sideways slightly. At this time, Chen Qizhao, who had been sitting on the hospital bed for a long time, suddenly approached, and before Zhang Yazhi turned around, he quietly kissed Shen Yuhuai's mouth.
The door of the ward slammed shut, and Zhang Yazhi's voice was cut off.
Chen Qizhao said: "I don't seem to have the right to kiss."
"do not move."
Shen Yuhuai said in a low voice, then leaned over slightly and kissed Chen Qizhao's lips from the bottom up.
Zhang Yazhi went out to pick up the phone, and soon saw Uncle Zhang, the housekeeper who came from a distance, with several food boxes in his hand, all of which were specially prepared by Zhang Yazhi for dinner.
"Young Master said that he will be here later, so there is an extra copy inside." Uncle Zhang said.
Zhang Yazhi took the food box and explained something to Uncle Zhang. When she turned around and opened the door, she saw Shen Yuhuai getting up from the bedside.
Shen Yuhuai walked over to help Zhang Yazhi set the table, and brought a lot of things from home. Zhang Yazhi packed away the things he was working on, and talked to Shen Yuhuai while arranging. The excitement in the ward seemed to be confined to that corner, Chen Qizhao's eyes were calm, he lifted the quilt and got out of bed, and was stopped by Zhang Yazhi just two steps away.
"Xiao Zhao, shoes." Zhang Yazhi put down the things at hand, walked over quickly, and took out the slippers that had been under the bed at some point, "How many times have you said that?"
Chen Qizhao stared at the slippers for a while, "Forgot."
Shen Yuhuai turned slightly and looked at Chen Qizhao.
Dinner is relatively light things, there are no greasy dishes, even the meat is lean. During the meal, Shen Yuhuai kept paying attention to Chen Qizhao, Zhang Yazhi only ate half of the dishes for Chen Qizhao, and the rice hardly moved.
In school, Shen Yuhuai often went out to eat with Chen Qizhao, and now his food intake is at best only one-third of that at the time.
After eating, Zhang Yazhi went to get the medicine for Chen Qizhao. Several pills were mixed together. Chen Qizhao swallowed the water without looking at it.
Shen Yuhuai watched, but didn't say much. He watched people taking medicine step by step, obedient, and had no other reaction.
Not long after, the doctor came to the ward to record the situation, and Shen Yuhuai and Zhang Yazhi retreated outside the ward. Through the observation glass window on the door, Shen Yuhuai saw the person sitting on the hospital bed, he looked sideways slightly, and asked Zhang Yazhi, "Is his attention bad recently?"
Zhang Yazhi paused for a while, and then said after a bit of slowness: "I've gotten better these days, but occasionally my mind wanders. There are many side effects of the medicine, and the doctor comes several times a day. He has been very cooperative in the treatment... but he didn't say anything."
After a while after she finished speaking, she relaxed a bit: "It's okay, don't worry, just say it when he wants to."
This disease is not like an ordinary disease, and it does not mean that it will be cured after taking medicine. Even if it is cured in a short time, there is still the possibility of recurrence. It's not that Zhang Yazhi doesn't understand anything. She has also checked a lot of information during this period of time. It is related to the child's illness. She does not dare to relax at all, but every time she expresses her concern to Chen Qizhao, the other party feeds her another concern. .
Even when she fell asleep on the sofa in the ward in the middle of the night, she saw Chen Qizhao coming from the bed in a daze and covered her with a quilt.
When searching online and inquiring with the doctor, she considered all the consequences of this disease. But Chen Qizhao didn't show this. He was so cooperative that he didn't seem to be a patient.
Without all the pretense, the calmed Chen Qizhao looked more like an adult than she expected. He obviously hadn't seen much wind and rain, and he hadn't experienced much, but what he showed was like a calm that was riddled with holes.
Chen Shiming was also mature at the age of Chen Qizhao, but it was not such a maturity that he could never see through. Chen Qizhao's maturity made Zhang Yazhi uneasy.
Especially when she saw Chen Qizhao's eyes, she always had the illusion of a trance, as if it was not her who was taking care of people, but Chen Qizhao who was taking care of them all. In order not to worry them, she actively cooperated with all treatments.
Zhang Yazhi said, "Sometimes I wonder if he is too sensible."
Shen Yuhuai did not speak, but listened quietly.
After a while, footsteps came from outside the corridor. Chen Shiming had just come back from get off work with something in his hand. His face was a little tired. When he looked in, he noticed that there was an inspection inside. He asked, "Did you just come after get off work?"
"I'll be here in the afternoon." Shen Yuhuai replied, noticing that Chen Shiming had some water on his body, and asked, "Is it raining?"
Chen Shiming nodded: "It's a little rain."
In the ward, Chen Qizhao watched the doctor's movements and answered questions. In the quiet ward, there were only inquiries from doctors and nurses, and Chen Qizhao's mind was also emptied a lot. To be honest, the repeated questions in the past few days made him a little irritable. He knew Zhang Yazhi's worries. After experiencing emotional ups and downs, the anxiety is still better than it is now, and I also consulted a psychiatrist at that time.
He is a bad person. In the end, he is a flaw from the beginning to the end. He has done absurd things for most of his life, and he has been reluctant to restrain his temper for many years.
When everything settled down in some form, his mood didn't feel as happy and dripping as before, but an indescribable feeling of emptiness.
Not happy, but a little overwhelmed, not knowing what to do in the future.
Chen Qizhao never thought about this issue. He tried his best to send Lin Shizhong away in his last life, but he fell asleep in the cemetery in a daze, and when he opened his eyes, he returned to the age of 18, and everything started anew. And now that it was barely done, he didn't know what to do.
The doctor went out after the examination. Chen Qizhao caught a glimpse of the two people talking at the door. After a while, Chen Shiming pushed the door and came in.
"Where's Shen Yuhuai?" Chen Qizhao asked.
Chen Shiming put down the things in his hand, "Mom went to the office with the doctor, and he followed."
After he finished speaking, he said, "Is there anything uncomfortable today?"
"No." Chen Qizhao sat beside the bed and said with Chen Shiming, "The insulation box over there is something she left, saying that you came here at night and left you some food." His gaze stopped at Chen Shiming's hand. On the contents, I could vaguely see the paper stuff inside through the bag, "Don't come to me for handling work."
Chen Shiming noticed that Chen Qizhao's eyes stayed on his hand, and he took out the contents, "A few journals, I'm worried you brought them over because of boredom."
There is still a period of time in the medical treatment, in fact, he can be discharged home for treatment long ago, but Zhang Yazhi is not at ease and must stay in the hospital for a longer period of time. Chen Shiming knew that Chen Qizhao's favorite game in the past was the computer. He brought him a notebook some time ago, but he didn't seem to be interested and would rather play Tetris on the side.
Chen Qizhao's eyes paused slightly, seeing that the journals were the artificial intelligence journals he used to read, "Bought the wrong one?"
"That's right." Chen Shiming said: "You often read these books."
Chen Qizhao's eyes stopped on Chen Shiming's hand for a while, before reaching out to take the book, but his movements were a little big, and he accidentally touched something on the bedside table, and a medicine bottle fell to the ground with a bang. It seems that the bottle cap was not tightened, and the white pills were scattered all over the ground. Chen Shiming stopped when he saw this, put the paper bag aside, and went to pick up the pills scattered on the ground.
Chen Qizhao stared at the scattered white pills, and there seemed to be things scattered on the carpet and Chen Shiming's face.
He suddenly said, "Don't pick it up!"
Chen Shiming's movements were stagnant, and when he raised his head, he noticed that Chen Qizhao's face was a little pale.
Chen Qizhao stopped: "You pick it up."
Chen Shiming picked up the last few pills, made sure that no more fell on the ground, and put the things away after tightening the bottle cap. When I just stood up, I suddenly heard someone beside me asking.
"Chen Shiming, what would you do if you didn't find the locator in the car at the time, and you were paralyzed in a car accident?"
Chen Shiming's heart tightened, Chen Qizhao's expression was the same as usual, there was not much difference when talking to him, but his face was a little pale. He said cautiously, "Why do you ask that?"
"No, just ask." Chen Qizhao didn't read the journals either. After putting the things on the table, he picked up the phone bored.
Chen Shiming didn't leave, standing by his hospital bed with a straight face as always. Chen Qizhao seemed to have asked such a question a long time ago. In his father's study, Chen Qizhao joked about a strange dream. Chen Qizhao said that he was paralyzed in a car accident. At that time, he didn't believe it, and he once thought that Chen Qizhao was joking, but now that he heard this sentence from Chen Qizhao's mouth, Chen Shiming couldn't help but recall the dream in Chen Qizhao's mouth.
"It's blocking the light." Chen Qizhao said.
The position of the light is on the other side.
Chen Shiming said: "I'm going to turn on a headlight for you."
"..." Chen Qizhao looked at him with a frown, wanting to ask if this person was a little too busy
Chen Shiming really walked over and turned on a headlight for him, then walked to the sofa and sat down without blocking his light. The ward was quiet again, Chen Qizhao was playing Tetris, and without looking at Chen Shiming's position, he found that he was looking at his mobile phone, "You can throw it away if you don't eat dinner."
"Eat." Chen Shiming took apart the lunch box next to him, "Are you going to have a needle at night?"
"No." Chen Qizhao replied, bowing his head and continuing to compete with Tetris in the new level.
One is eating and one is playing games.
There was no communication between the patient and the nurse. Chen Shiming was still thinking about the previous dream, and wanted to ask Special Assistant Xu to arrange other information, when the phone suddenly rang. He noticed that the person on the other side of the hospital bed moved, took his mobile phone to the ward to make a call, and stood by the door watching the situation inside.
"Hello? You said." Chen Shiming lowered his voice, "What's going on in the capital?"
Chen Qizhao glanced around and noticed that the food box had been put away and the people standing outside. When he got out of bed, he hesitated, pulled out the slippers on the side, put them on, and walked to the bathroom.
As soon as the bathroom door was closed, the surroundings fell into complete silence.
All the voices were cut off, silent, and he was left alone.
Chen Qizhao turned on the switch in the sink, the water gushing out from the water outlet, and the cold water passed through the fingertips, taking away the heat that lingered on the fingers before, and the anxiety seemed to dissipate. He had enough water, wet his face, and saw himself in the mirror when he looked up.
The forehead hair was wet, and a little bit of water fell down, with an unreal feeling.
Chen Qizhao looked at himself in the mirror. From his thin face, he seemed to see himself in his previous life. Was he so thin before? It doesn't seem to have, the chin is not so sharp.
The water was flowing, and Chen Qizhao looked at himself in the mirror with stagnant eyes.
He suddenly couldn't remember what he looked like before. The familiar nausea surged from his throat, Chen Qizhao frowned tightly, his hand tightly grasped the edge of the washstand, the blue veins on his hand were prominent, pressing the discomfort that was surging up.
After feeling the pressure, he noticed his heart beating a little faster.
In the quiet bathroom, there seemed to be only the beating of the heartbeat, as if after a long long run, and the tiredness surging from the inside of the body.
Chen Qizhao looked down at the hand pressing on the washstand, and habitually wanted to touch his pocket, but he found a thin hospital gown with no pockets, nor his usual cigarettes and lighters.
Oh yes, he hasn't touched a cigarette for almost a month.
Smoking is not allowed in the hospital. A while ago, he hid in the bathroom to smoke, and then Zhang Yazhi confiscated all his cigarettes and lighters with red eyes. Chen Qizhao rarely saw Zhang Yazhi cry, but he blushed several times when he saw her.
Lin Shizhong was imprisoned, and the Gu family had to run away. What followed was a long trial and the final result.
The bomb that could explode overhead at any time has disappeared, and everything should be resolved. The next Chen family will follow the original plan of the Chen family. When Chen Jianhong retires, Chen Shiming has outstanding ability to inherit the group, and Zhang Yazhi can freely Taking her little sister to the party... After graduation, Shen Yuhuai left school and entered the Ninth Research Institute to continue his career.
The Chen family is getting better and better, Shen Yuhuai will become an excellent researcher, and the whole world will continue to operate according to the rules it should have. It seems that without him, nothing will change.
The sound of running water flowing down the water inlet of the washstand into the sewer, and the sound going down the water pipe seems to be clear. The not-so-spacious bathroom became cramped, and a disgusting stench spread from nowhere. Chen Qizhao opened his eyes and calmed the beating heart in his chest. He thought of other things uncontrollably.
Horrible fantasies seemed to creep out, and the sense of uncertainty overwhelmed his senses, and he seemed to hear the constant sound of ambulances, the rattling of stretcher carts, the rattling of shovels, and the sound of shovels. There was the sound of rain pouring from the sky... There was blood flowing from the white washstand, the pale face was closed, and there was an explosion that had never been heard before.
boom-
There was thunder outside.
Chen Qizhao came back to his senses and wanted to judge where the thunder came from through the high and narrow window in the bathroom. When he looked up, he suddenly saw the person in the mirror.
The mirror reflected the position on the left. The bathroom door didn't know when it opened. Shen Yuhuai stood there holding the door handle, looking straight at him.
The eyes of the two met, and Chen Qizhao's eyes stopped on Shen Yuhuai's glasses, so he couldn't see the emotions in the other's eyes.
The silence continued, Chen Qizhao closed the water outlet in a cold sweat, and the bathroom became quieter.
Shen Yuhuai closed the bathroom door and looked at the boy whose hair was still dripping. Several drops of water had dripped onto the neckline of his clothes and slipped into his clothes along the neckline.
The other party didn't notice it at all, just kept looking at him.
Chen Qizhao asked, "What about him?"
Shen Yuhuai: "I'm on the phone."
After he finished speaking, he added: "Aunt Zhang is still in the consultation room."
The door was closed, and there was no other sound outside.
When Shen Yuhuai entered the room, he didn't see Chen Qizhao, he only heard the sound of water from the bathroom. In the end, he waited for a minute before pushing the door open. When he came in, he saw Chen Qizhao standing in front of the washstand. He didn't move, but looked down at the continuous running water.
The boy's hand rested on the edge of the platform, and the butterfly bone under the hospital uniform protruded slightly. When he noticed him, those dead water's silent eyes looked at him. Shen Yuhuai had seen this kind of look once. During the Lin Family Charity Gala, Chen Qizhao drank the wine with spices and looked at him with this look when he had hallucinations.
These eyes are so lonely.
After Chen Qizhao asked, he didn't move.
Shen Yuhuai walked over, but just a few steps closer, Chen Qizhao, who had not moved, moved. He seemed to have locked on his target, and after walking over, he kissed him from the bottom up.
First, he stumbled across Shen Yuhuai's lower lip, and bit down along the lower lip.
It's not that it's inaccurate, it's anxiety and thirst.
Clumsy skills without any unnecessary movements, soft skin and sharp teeth, the two kissed not many times, each time it was a gentle touch led by Shen Yuhuai, this was the first time without any emotional foreplay. Driven by impulse, Chen Qizhao went to pry open Shen Yuhuai's teeth.
Fierce and uncontrollable, with a fishy and sweet taste, it covered the subtle bitterness and the mint fragrance on Shen Yuhuai's body.
Chen Qizhao couldn't tell how he felt. He was in a dazed sense, unable to judge the real and the unreal. When he pulled Shen Yuhuai's hand from the quilt, he felt the warmth from the other side, giving him a little bit of peace of mind. Feel.
He didn't think about it too much, his confused mind just wanted to kiss one more time, one more kiss...
Shen Yuhuai supported his waist, and touched the back of his neck with his other hand, as if to comfort and condone. He let Chen Qizhao lean on him, noticed the other party's softer and softer body, and also noticed the strength of the other party's leaning on him. He helped him up with a little force and let Chen Qizhao sit on the washstand.
The two people in front of the narrow washstand, Chen Qizhao let go of Shen Yuhuai, his eyes were a little red, and his chest heaved violently.
Shen Yuhuai looked at him for a while and asked, "Do you still want it?"
Chen Qizhao didn't reply, but asked, "Shen Yuhuai, will you die?"
After a moment of silence, Shen Yuhuai leaned against the edge of the washstand and kissed along Chen Qizhao's chin. His kiss was not as strong and intense as Chen Qizhao's. It was like a gurgling water that washed away the invisible haze that covered somewhere. In fact, he likes Chen Qizhao's eyes the most, the cunning calculation in those eyes, and the mischievousness when he lies clumsily...
Anything is fine, just don't be like this.
Drowning in loneliness.
The silence in the bathroom seemed to be broken, but it didn't seem to be.
Shen Yuhuai released him.
Chen Qizhao panted slightly and half-drooped his eyes.
Shen Yuhuai patiently held his face and kissed the end of his red eyes.
The hot and humid feeling fell in the corner of his eyes, and the warm touch seemed to reach his skin through the opponent's hand. Chen Qizhao's eyes were a little hot, and his chest was full of various emotions. The noisy sounds in his ears seemed to disappear, and only the window was left. A thin sound of falling rain.
The shrill voice was mixed with the gasping sound of someone who didn't know who it was. When finally returning to silence, Shen Yuhuai's voice sounded.
"Won't."