Strategy to Capture that Scum Gong

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Han Wenqian lived in the hospital almost, and he had to do the work that he had to do. He also tried to take it with him. He was here to accompany him in the hospital and take care of him.

For more than a month, Xie He did not wake up. On this day, Han Wenqian sat at the bedside of Xie He. He used a wet towel to help Xie He wipe it as usual, and then touched the young and thin cheeks... Bow down and gently kissed the lips of Xie He.

Sorry, I should not doubt you.

You haven't seen my confession yet, how can you sleep like this?

And I haven't told you, I love you... you are my brother and my favorite person.

[叮, target Han Wenqian good feeling +2, current good feeling 92]

Han Wenqian stared at Xie He’s quiet face, recalling the bitterness of the once warm days, all the painful colors in his eyes, he looked at it like this, and at the end he didn’t know how to sleep on the bedside. It’s gone. Since Xie He was injured, Han Wenqian never fell asleep again. It was often a few days and nights when he was busy. He could barely sleep for a while after he couldn’t hold his body. In a short time, the face of a man who was cold and powerful was full. It is a decadent color.

The next day, Han Wenqian woke up and his arms were numb. His first reaction was to look up and see Xie He, to see if he was awake... but Xie He was still asleep, Han Wenqian was used to this. Disappointing, he coveted the lost color, calmly stood up and opened the curtains.

The weather is very good today. The golden sunshine seems to bring a little temperature to the cold world, but... it doesn't shine into his heart.

Han Wenqian turned around and smiled softly at Xie He. "The face is so white, so I still have to get more sun and sun. When you wake up, I will take you out and go, how can the old man walk in the house? ?"

He talked to himself and touched his hair. It was a bit long, maybe it should be repaired.

Han Wenqian looked at Xie He reluctantly. He wants to go out for a bit of things today. Although he will come back soon, he feels difficult to separate for only one second. Finally, he sighed and was preparing to turn around. The eyelashes to Xie He trembled.

Han Wenqian’s heart suddenly rose, his expression tightened and his breathing slowed down, lest he was his own illusion. He looked at Xie He as he was, and watched it for ten minutes. Finally... Xie He’s eyelashes moved again, and the long eyelashes slowly opened a little, revealing a pair of confused Black eyes.

Han Wenqian never knew that in this world, someone was just a blink of an eye, and he could pick up such a stormy wave in his heart. He suddenly felt that his throat couldn’t speak, and at the end of his lips he only spilled three trembling words: you're awake."

Xie Hezhen’s man in front of him, Han Wenqian’s face is full of worrying tension, such a familiar concern, such a Han Wenqian, he seems to have been seen for a long time, he remembered himself as a car accident Maybe he is dead, here is heaven. So... can you see the old brother who loved him.

Xie He remembered that the brother who loved him, could not help but reveal a bright smile, looked at him with nostalgic eyes and said: "Brother... I miss you."

It turned out that everything in heaven has not changed.

Han Wenqian’s breathing stopped momentarily. He thought about the various situations he might face. He thought that he would face dissatisfaction, hatred or disappointment, but he did not think that the first sentence of Xie He’s wake up would be my wish. you.

He smiled and said to him, he missed him.

Han Wenqian suddenly suspected that he had begun to dream again, but this time the dream was especially real, and the truth was true.

However, he did not want to wake up, because it was such a dream, he did not do it again.

His dreams are all boundless darkness.

Han Wenqian gently closed his eyes, and the low-alcohol voice with a strong emotion of depression, he said: "Me too."

Xie Hewei smiled a little and his shallow cheeks appeared on his cheeks. He was already dead. His brother said that he was thinking about him too. He struggled to get up, only to find that he was weak and heavy. Why he died would be so uncomfortable. His dark eyes were grievances and said, "Brother, my hand hurts."

Han Wenqian’s expression suddenly solidified. This sentence is like a pair of cold hands ruthlessly smashing him out of his dreams, reminding him that his mistakes still exist there, without any erase, and even worse... ... the consequences of the error are endured by his favorite person.

Han Wenqian looked at Xie He, and his eyes were deeply sad. He whispered: "After a while, when the injury is good, it will not hurt."

Xie He did not seem to understand this sentence. He showed a puzzled expression. "I am already dead. Why are you still injured?"

In his pale face, the dark scorpion is fixed to look at Han Wenqian, which is full of incomprehensible, like a ignorant child, has not yet discovered the cruelty of reality.

Han Wenqian immediately understood that he had thought that he was dead.

So this is why he said he thought about him. He missed the brother he remembered.

Not his brother who injured him and injured him.

Han Wenqian suddenly felt sore, he resisted the turbulent sadness, gently touched Xie He’s cheek and said: "You are not dead, you are still alive, just injured."

Xie Hezhen didn't believe it, he frowned and shook his head. "You lied to me. If I didn't die, you wouldn't be so good to me."

Han Wenqian closed his eyes in pain and said with a dumb voice: "I really didn't die."

He shook up the bed of Xie He and pushed open the window. The laughter and laughter from the outside filled with the fresh air. The world instantly became a little vivid. Han Wenqian looked at his beloved and couldn’t help his heart. Gently hug him, and a gentle kiss on his lips, said: "Look, this is in the hospital, your injury will be good soon, everything will be fine."

Xie He looked outside, after a while, it seems that he finally recognized the reality.

The pain in the body reminds him that the man’s arms are so real, the kiss has a burning taste... He really is not dead, he is still alive... Xie He’s eyes are a little dissipated, and finally turned into A cold silence.

Therefore, all these good things are fake. It is just another scam. The better the surface, the more dirty it is underneath, and the more cruel it is.

The man holding him at the moment is not his brother in his memory, but a man who ruined everything he has.

The closeness and kiss of this person reminded him of those terrible memories that made him fear and hate.

The smile on Xie He’s face disappeared, his voice became light and calm, and he said, “I know, you let me go.”

Han Wenqian is not willing to let go of Xie He, he is thinking about him.

Xie He licked his lips tightly, and the shackles were full of painful colors. He suddenly said loudly hysterically: "You release me! Release me! I said it will not appear in front of you again! This is not you. What are you asking?! I have already got out, why haven’t you missed me!”

This excited and angry voice is like a heart piercing the heart of Han Wenqian.

Yes, this is what he said personally. Now he is eating his own evil... Han Wenqian swallows his mouth and bitters, lest he will hurt himself and slowly let go. It’s like...freeing up his only redemption...

His voice is awkward: "I don't move you, don't be excited..."

Xie He turned to look at Han Wenqian, and there was no more nostalgia and smile on his face. Only the guard and sadness were sad, and if there was no complicated hatred, he said, "Why am I here, why are you here? ?"

Han Wenqian didn't know how he spoke. He only heard his own voice. "You have been injured in a car accident, so you are in the hospital, I... I just came to take care of you..."

Take care? Xie He didn't believe it at all. He remembered the last Qin Qin and his words before the car accident. He remembered Han Wenqian's ruthless calculations on him. His eyes gradually showed a sad look. The voice was soft: "You worry that I will come back and you will grab. Is it? You...you don’t have to be so careful at all, I won’t grab it with you, and I can’t take you.”

Han Wenqian’s lips trembled. “No...”

Xie He didn't want to stay here for a moment, and got up and walked away. Only then did he find that he had a tube in his body, and his hands were all wrapped in a thick gauze. He couldn’t see it at all, and he couldn’t move his fingers. He only felt pain.

He, his hand is hurt?

Xie He’s pupil contracted a bit, and this moment of fear overwhelmed him, no more thinking about other things! He raised his hand and used his teeth to bite the gauze on his hand. He wanted to know what happened to his hand!

Han Wenqian finally couldn’t turn a blind eye. He quickly went to stop Xie He’s movements and hugged him hard. He whispered softly: “Don’t move, don’t move... If you hurt, you can take it down... you can’t take it down now.”

Xie He can't make Han Wenqian, the pale face is endless fear, the voice is shaking, "What happened to my hand? Why can't I move, it hurts..."

When Han Wenqian thinks of the doctor, there is only despair in his heart. How can he and Xie say that? His younger brother loves his hands like this, and he loves his music. However, since then, he can no longer play the piano, even heavy objects can not be taken...

Han Wenqian’s voice was repressed and stiff. He only said, “It’s just a little hurt. If you’re good, you’ll be fine.

Xie He’s eyes are empty, and the ultimate instinct is that the instinctive person wants to catch any straw and trembles and asks: “Really? You didn’t lie to me...”

Han Wenqian stroked his back and said, "I didn't lie to you. You just need to take good care of you. Everything will be fine."

Xie He’s body still shivered.

Han Wenqian feels that his heart seems to be bleeding, but he still said: "You don't want to see me, I will go out, you can feel peace of mind, okay?" Now Xie He's emotions are very exciting, he does not want to stimulate him, for This is rather a step back.

Xie He was silent for a long time and finally nodded.

Han Wenqian looked at Xie He with love and pity, slowly let go of his hand, and saw that Xie He was quiet and no longer struggling, and gently took the door out.

He leaned against the wall of the ward, raised his head and reached out to cover his eyes. After a while, he got up and called the nurse. He didn't trust anyone to stay here.

The nurse came over very quickly. Han Wenqian carefully explained it. When he saw the nurse entering the door, he was ready to leave. As a result, he heard the nurse screaming before he turned around. Han Wenqian’s heart was raised for a moment and he didn’t think about it. Rushed in!

As soon as he entered the door, he saw Xie He bite down all the gauze on the handle of his teeth. His eyes were full of crazy colors, because the movements were too rough, and the wounds that had not yet fully grown began to be bloody, the horrible The hands were completely exposed, the joints were twisted all over the scars, like the ugly roots, the blood ticking on the bed, the white sheets lining the hands and the more horrible, never again the beauty...

Xie He decided to look at his own hands, it hurts, it hurts, he just wants to move, he wants to straighten it, but he can’t do it, only the pain of the cone...

Why did his hand become like this?

Han Wenqian shouted: "Doctor! Doctor!" Then he rushed over and grabbed Xie He, so that he couldn't move any more. He looked at the hand of Xie He, and his heart hurt to twist, but he still restrained himself from losing his way. And Xie He said: "It just looks terrible. If you are fine, you will be fine."

Xie He seems to be somewhat lost. After a while, he turned to Han Wenqian and said, "You lied to me."

Han Wenqian wanted to continue to say something, but suddenly he couldn’t say anything about his cold eyes.

Xie He looked at him coldly and said, "You really are cheating on me. I am not good at all. You have been lying to me..."

He will never be able to get better, he has no hands...

The doctor finally rushed over and looked at Xie He’s uncomfortable frown. He wanted to re-armage him. However, Xie He did not cooperate. Finally, he had to use a lot of tranquilizer to calm him down, and then he gave his hands again. Wrapped up.

Han Wenqian looked at the sadness of sleeping in the past, can no longer restrain the inner sadness, what should he do...

In the middle of the night, Xie He suddenly woke up in pain, and the pain of the poison-addiction attack once again dominated him. Han Wenqian did not fall asleep at all. He quickly pulled the restraint on the bedside and carefully walked his hands and feet. They were tied up, entangled from the chest and abdomen, fixed him in the hospital bed, and then fed him to replace the medicine for relief. Xie He soon began to be unconscious, shouting at the beginning, saving me. Save me... Later I said killing me, killing me...

Such a thank-you, Han Wenqian, was so painful that he wanted to die, but he never looked at it for a moment, and he did not remove his eyes for a moment.

This is the evil he caused. He can't escape. Even if he can't escape, he can't escape... He only hates why he can't pass these pains on himself, let the people he loves bear...

And regret, this is no help.

[叮, target Han Wenqian good feeling +2, current good feelings 94]

After a long time, Xie He finally calmed down again. He squinted his eyes and half his mouth.

Han Wenqian went to the bathroom and twisted the towel with warm water, then came over and gently helped Xie He wipe his face. Xie He seems to have some reaction. He slowly turns his eyes and looks at Han Wenqian and says, "You killed me."

Han Wenqian’s movements in his hand immediately continued to help him, and did not respond to that sentence.

Xie He’s eyes were pleading and desperately crazy. He said, “You killed me. I should die like this garbage. I beg you... my waste, useless garbage, It’s gonna die...”

He has completely collapsed, and even the belief that he finally supported him is gone.

In the night, Han Wenqian’s eyes are inexplicable. I can’t see how much sorrow and pain there is. He just slowly opened his mouth and said, “If you will live, everything will be fine, I promise...”

He gently hugged Xie He, in his ear: "Don't give up, I beg you..."

Xie He did not listen to it at all. His consciousness was still not so clear, but he could not earn it and slowly slept.

Han Wenqian took the face of Xie He, kissed him gently, and he was afraid that when he was awake, he would hate his closeness. Only when he fell asleep, dared to touch him like this...

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[Thank Ho: To be honest, what I need now is not a hospital...]

[444: What do you need? Good food? the film? Sex life? @_@】

[Thank Ho: I need to go to Nepal to find the Supreme Master to learn magic, smile JPG]

[444:......]

[Xie He: It’s too boring to be too boring, so I don’t think I can continue to love him, sigh JPG]

[444: ...] Have you ever loved it?

Han Wenqian has been thankful for seeing it very carefully. He does not give him any chance to hurt himself. After a few more days, Xie He’s mood seems to have stabilized some times. He has not screamed to die, but is silent. Do not speak, slow response, not thinking.

In addition to eating a lot of medicines for treatment, he also needs anti-depressant drugs every day. He suffers from poison-addiction every day, and his spirits are getting worse every day.

Han Wenqian looked in his eyes and hurt in his heart, but there was no way at all.

It is as simple as applying damage, but it is so difficult to recover, and it is weak...

This kind of thank-you reminds Han Wenqian every minute that he has made unforgivable mistakes.

He can't help but think of the cheerful and optimistic youth in memory, the young man who was carefree by their whole family and smiled brightly. He smiled like an angel, sitting in front of the piano like a prince, how can people not Go to love him with your heart.

But now people are not ghosts, ghosts are like to disappear into the world at any time.

I couldn't see the half-pointing good looks again... Even in those eyes, I couldn't see the original clarity. He was either in a daze, or he was afraid, like a frightened little animal, and he was careful and hard.

As long as it is sunny, Han Wenqian will take a walk outside with a thank you, sunbathe, and tie him to the bed at night.

After a while, Xie He’s trauma was almost healed. In fact, the injury on his hand was basically good, but Han Wenqian couldn’t bear to let him see the look of his hands, afraid that he would stimulate him, so Let the doctor still give him a gauze and lie to him that he can't take it apart. Xie He does not seem to doubt any more, no longer cares, most of the time is a dull appearance, and it becomes more and more timid.

His hands don't talk about taking chopsticks now, it is hard to pinch a spoon, so Han Wenqian always personally feeds Xie He to eat, he feeds a bite, thank you for taking a bite, the performance is very submissive.

But Han Wenqian knows that this is not to thank him for being obedient. He feels that he is afraid of him, even if he never said it.

Because he can see the look of fear in the eyes of Xie He.

In Xie He’s eyes, he was the demon that made him have to endure such torture, and he was so sleepy that he did not want to give him a good time, let him live and continue to suffer, so... he was afraid of him.

Such a look always makes Han Wenqian feel like a twist. He misses the youth who used to admire him, but he can’t come back...

But he can't give up, can't watch the person he loves die.

This evening, Han Wenqian took Xie He to the bathroom to bathe him as usual.

Every time I take a shower, I feel that the most difficult time, he must bear the man touching his body, wrapping the shameful parts, can not help remind him of those days that are humiliated.

Xie He felt that Han Wenqian took off his clothes, and finally could not help but tremble and whispered: "I, I am fine, I can wash myself..."

Han Wenqian made a move. He looked at Xie He’s pleading eyes. He did not hesitate to let go and said, "Okay." Then he turned and went out. He did not leave, he stood at the door and listened carefully. The movement inside can only be rushed in if there is something wrong with it.

But... okay, the inside is quiet, only the sound of water, thank you seem to have no dangerous move, but the washing time is a little longer, and after another ten minutes, Han Wenqian could not help but say: "Little, Can I go in?"

There was no answer at the beginning, and after a while there was a weak voice. "Wait, I haven't washed it yet."

Han Wenqian was inexplicably anxious. After a while, he couldn’t control his emotions. Why did he wash it for so long... His hand was on the door handle, his lips licked, and he pushed the door open.

This look suddenly changed his eyes, suddenly rushed over and closed the faucet, and looked at Xie He with a heartache... just for a while...

It became like this.

It turned out that Xie He drove the water temperature to the maximum. The hot water made his skin hot red and wrinkled. He didn’t seem to feel pain at all. He curled up and squatted in the corner of the bathtub, holding his misty eyes and staying. Stayed and said: "I am so dirty, what can I do if I don't wash it..."

Han Wenqian only felt as if one hand had caught his throat.

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