My Husband is Suffering from a Terminal Illness

Chapter 20

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Xie Yang poured down a pot of chicken soup, and everyone was energetic.

Ke Lan: Xie Yang is right, the IUD hasn't left yet.

Xu Chenhao: Yes.

Only Tong Jian has deviated from the point: is the new song being recorded? When? Why don’t I know, isn’t the arrangement just finished? The lyrics and song title have already been released

Everyone:...

The atmosphere in the group instantly relaxed, and Ke Lan sent two voice messages to the group.

"The lyrics have been finalized, and the title of the song has been finalized. It's called "IUD"."

"We have risen from the album "IUD", and the end will end in "IUD". Let's cheer up together."

After a long silence.

Tong Jian: Come on! !

Xu Chenhao: Come on.

Hu Biao: Come on!

Xie Yang smiled and then sent a cheer. In a good mood, he couldn't help but click on the WeChat account of Qiu Xing and said: When will you be back? Please watch the show.

Qiu Xing seconds back: Immediately.

Xie Yang had a pause, and quickly understood something, got up and walked out of the room to the balcony, looking in the direction of the second door of the community.

Ten seconds later, the light of the car lights cut through the night, the second door slowly opened, and a familiar black car drove in from the outside and came straight to the villa.

Xie Yang turned and went downstairs.

When Xie Yang arrived in the living room, Qiu Xing had already entered the door. He was wearing a black formal suit with no expression on his face. He was walking in and taking off his coat. When Xie Yang came down, he only took a faint look and then took off his coat. Throw it on the sofa, remove the tie and throw it aside, close your eyes and sit on the single sofa.

Xie Yang sat on the couch next to Qiu Xing and noticed that the shadows under him were thick and his complexion was much worse than when he left, and asked, "Tired?"

Qiu Xing did not speak, his legs stretched, his hands folded on his abdomen, his shoulders relaxed and sinking, his breathing was light and low.

It seems to be exhausted.

Xie Yang got up.

"Where to go?"

Xie Yang stopped and looked over at Qiu Xing, seeing that his eyes were still closed, and replied: "Go and pour you some water, your lips are very dry and need to be hydrated."

"Huh." Qiu Xing let out a grin from his nose, raised his hand to pull off the shirt button on his neckline, and sank himself deeper into the sofa, his voice was hoarse with exhaustion, "I don't need you... Sit down ."

Liu Sha came over with light steps, gestured "Sit down" and "I'm coming" to Xie Yang, then stepped forward to pick up Qiu Xing's jacket and tie, and walked away lightly.

Xie Yang sat back on the sofa and found that the nanny and assistant He Jun, who had just been moving around just now, had disappeared somehow. Only him and Qiu Xing were left in the living room.

The hall was very quiet, and Xie Yang could clearly hear Qiu Xing's breathing. The voice was gentle and long, but there was an inexplicable sense of choppiness that was blocked by something, and it sounded uncomfortable.

He observed what Qiu Xing looked like at this time.

No one looks good when they are sick, and Qiu Xing is no exception. As the villain in a romance novel, Qiu Xing is in line with the law of the general public and has a good looks that can rival the male protagonist, but because of his illness, his good looks are always lingering with the sickness and illness. The depression was enveloped, and it was difficult to be noticed in the first place.

For example, now, Qiu Xing relaxes on the sofa with his head slightly raised. The lines from his forehead to chin to neck are perfect as works of art, but the first thing anyone notices when he sees him is that he is slightly sunken. Eye sockets and dry and dull lips.

Xie Yang remembered himself who had struggled to survive in the last days. At that time, he was very tired every day, lack of sleep, physical exhaustion, excessive brain operation, and always vigilant that he would be drawn into the abyss by danger... just like the current hatred.

"What are you looking at?"

Xie Yang returned to his senses, facing Shang Qiu Xing's eyes that didn't know when he opened, and replied: "It's just that I suddenly became a little curious about you... what you looked like when you were young." He promptly changed his statement of "before you fell ill."

Qiu Xing coldly said, "You said I'm old?"

"..."

Xie Yang felt that he was crazy, who had just felt pity for the same illness against Qiu Xing, and replied, "No, you are young."

Qiu Xing's eyebrows wrinkled, he looked at Xie Yang badly, and after a while he suddenly closed his eyes and leaned back on the sofa, suffocating his breath.

Xie Yang also leaned on the sofa.

After a while.

"you-"

"you-"

The two spoke at the same time and shut their mouths at the same time.

Qiu Xing opened his eyes, tilted his body and raised a hand to support his forehead and pressed his temple, his palm half-covered his eyes, and asked, "What performance?"

Liu Sha just brought the water over, and Xie Yang got up to take it, picked up the small kettle and poured a cup of warm water out, and replied: "My first performance on stage, do you want to watch it?" Then he handed the water to Qiu Xing. .

Qiu Xing glanced at Xie Yang, sat up straight and took the water and drank it, saying: "Not interested." After speaking, he put the cup back in Xie Yang's hand and got up and walked towards the stairs.

Xie Yang put down his cup to follow.

Qiu Xing stopped and turned around, standing on the stairs condescendingly looking at Xie Yang, his eyebrows were drawn together, and he was full of a breath of refusal from a thousand miles away, and said, "What do you do with me?"

"Without following you, I am going upstairs to rest."

"..."

A few seconds later, Qiu Xing turned around, strode upstairs, and disappeared at the corner of the stairs in a blink of an eye.

Xie Yang watched him leave, and then went on.

"Little boss."

Xie Yang stopped and looked back.

Liu Sha stood under the stairs and said: "Axing would not care about people when he was unwell, and... When outside, Axing would ask Assistant He every day if he had received new text messages."

Xie Yang didn't understand the meaning of Liu Sha's last sentence at first, and then soon, he remembered what he had said to He Jun before, and before contacting Qiu Xing, he would send a text message to He Jun to determine whether Qiu Xing was resting.

It seems that after that, he never contacted Qiu Xing again because he was busy with literary matters.

Xie Yang put his hand in his trouser pocket and said, "Assistant Liu, call me Xie Yang later."

Liu Sha thought he would not take his own suggestion, and was silent for two seconds, and said: "I understand. Then you rest early, good night."

"Where is the piano that Qiu Xing bought for me?"

Liu Sha's turning motion stopped.

Xie Yang stepped down: "If I practice the piano in my room, will I hear it on the second floor?"

Liu Sha looked at Xie Yang, pursed her lips and smiled a few seconds later, and said, "I'm not sure, you might try."

The full moon rose into the sky.

Xie Yang took the piano and came to the balcony. He found a place with the best light to stand. He put the piano stand on his left shoulder, tilted his head slightly, and put his chin on the chin rest, raised his hand to put the bow on the piano, fingers Hold down the strings, pause for a few seconds, and gently pull the bow.

A short noise similar to sawing wood drifted into the night.

I haven't touched the piano for a long time, and my fingers have become stiff again due to emotional reasons. The first note did not accidentally go off, and I raised my wrist for a while, and then laughed in a low voice.

He loves this peaceful and heyday.

The cool night breeze in early autumn stroked his cheeks, and Xie Yang closed his eyes, felt the temperature of the piano body, moved his wrist slightly, and pulled out a second note.

The normal sound of the piano was slightly stiff, and then the sound of the piano was connected and woven into a net, hesitatingly stepping in the air, running cautiously, and finally jumping happily, winding the breeze, stirring the moonlight, and spreading towards the dark depths.

Xie Yang feels that he has also turned into notes, stretched in the moonlight, stepped on the clouds in the breeze, freed from all the shackles of mundane dust, and looked at the new world under his feet with novelty and joy like a child, playing, playing, and laughing. , Indulge in crying, and then after exhaustion, find the softest and safest cloud, hide in the deepest place and sleep peacefully.

downstairs.

In a dark room, Qiu Xing, who was tortured by a headache and couldn't sleep, sat on the head of the bed, holding an unlit cigarette between his fingertips, and leaning his head back against the soft pillow with his eyes closed.

The sound of the piano moved the darkness and surrounded it all pervasively.

"laugh."

After a long while, Qiu Xing pinched the cigarette into his palm and rubbed it off, then lay down.

"What is being pulled, it's ugly."

Music note has found the cloud that can be used to sleep peacefully, and is crouching in it lazily stretching out, yawning slightly. Qiu Xing closed his eyes and involuntarily adjusted his breathing to the rhythm of the music.

The headache did not relieve, but he fell asleep quickly.

Xie Yang stayed up again.

Playing the violin in the middle of the night was really not a good idea. He was suddenly inspired by it. He couldn't help but go back to the room and turn on the computer to record. It was recorded and recorded, and the sky slowly brightened.

When Xie Yang put on the computer, the wall clock on the wall had already jumped to the usual breakfast time.

I am exhausted and want to sleep. But no, you have to fill your stomach first.

Xie Yang pushed the computer away and got up, while doing his best to resist the exhaustion caused by lack of sleep in the body, he went out and went downstairs.

Downstairs Qiu Xing had already risen, and he was sitting at the dining table looking at his mobile phone. There was breakfast on the table, but he did not eat. Xie Yang sat across from Qiu Xing, didn't even have the energy to say "Morning", picked up a small steamed dumpling and stuffed it into his mouth, and leaned back on the chair very unconsciously.

Qiu Xing glanced at Xie Yang up and down, his face blackened: "What's the matter?"

"Stay up late."

Qiu Xing's expression was visibly cold.

"Don't talk." Xie Yang held up a palm. "My temper will get bad when I'm not sleeping. If you provoke me, I'll probably frustrate you. Don't make you so angry that you can't eat."

Qiu Xingpi laughed and ridiculed: "I will be too angry to eat by you? Just you?"

Xie Yang ate another bun and was silent. When tired, he actually didn't even bother to speak.

Qiu Xing's lip line was flattened, and he looked at Yang Yang blankly for a while, suddenly put his hands on the table, got up and left.

Xie Yang didn't control the Qiu Xing. After breakfast, he went straight upstairs. After a brief wash, he threw himself onto the bed.

Within two hours of sleep, Xie Yang was awakened by the constant ringing of the cell phone. He opened his eyes darkened, took out the phone to connect to the phone, turned on the speakerphone, threw the phone to the pillow, and closed his eyes again.

"Hey."

"Xie Yang, Mo Bin made another announcement." Hu Biao's voice came with suppressed anger. "He distorted the facts and said that he did have a conflict with Tong Jian and Ke Lan, but the origin of the contradiction was Tong Jian and Ke Lan disliked that his music was not good, and wanted to buy music from outside, but they disagreed, so they had a disagreement."

Xie Yang became more sober and half opened his eyes: "Did his new company abandon him? How can he make him talk so nonsense?"

If Mo Bin stays silent, then all the unfavorable remarks on Mo Bin on the Internet will be rumors without real hammer, and the rumors will be over. Now Mo Bin came forward to respond, isn't this looking for a hammer.

"Mo Bin didn't just talk about this." Hu Biao took a deep breath. "He also asked someone to explode the fact that your dad once wanted to sell you to someone else, saying that after that, you became more minded, and you don't look down on half-heartedness. IUD has been instigating the relationship between the players, trying to break everyone up."

Xie Yang didn't expect someone to be as stupid as Mo Bin. The lack of sleep urged his temper. He said briefly: "Leave him alone, let him dance enough." After finishing talking, he hung up the phone, opened Weibo, squinted his eyes and typed, turned off his phone and pulled it aside. The quilt covers himself.

Weibo.

[Xie Yang: @莫斌, I will make up my sleep first, and when I wake up, let's talk about my dad's selling me. 】