The Decade of Deep Love

Chapter 28

He knows that he sleeps very unsteadily, wakes up very early, and has no strength at all. He rushes to take a shower and put on his pajamas before he lie back quietly. The body was a bit cold, and it was very warm in the bed. The man next to him was hot and melted like a warm stove.

The winter in the north was very late in the winter. Jiang Wenxu seemed to be exhausted these days. He slept very deeply. He Zhishu bit his lip and cautiously hugged the man's waist. Love to this part, fear and joy are carved into the bones, all the blood is smashing, even if the blood dialysis changed the blood all over again, love has become a gentle instinct that can not be said.

Therefore, no other knowledge book can accompany Jiang Wenxu for seven years of hardship, endure his three years of slutty and return, and then use his last year of life to love him into the bones. So gentle, so brave and brave. Only He Zhishu.

When Jiang Wenxu woke up, his arms were full of arms. He half-awake and hugged the people around him. The subconscious mind was stunned - no one except He Zhishu could stay in his bed for one night.

In fact, the shape of the Hezhishu has not changed so much for so many years. When the kitten is in his own arms, it is no different from the well-behaved teenager in high school. Jiang Wenxu is actually not quite sure when this person will not stick to himself anymore. He does not care about his own night, but he also asks those friends who have their own words. He Zhishu is only a person, and then he becomes more and more The more silent, the more embarrassing. Even some time, Jiang Wenxu felt that he was tired of He Zhishu's reluctance to see him again. But today, Jiang Wenxu seems to feel vaguely that he is not unwilling to see, but not dare. He was afraid to see the meekness of He Zhishu, the faintness of his eyes, and the unconscious rejection of the bed.

Jiang Wenxu reached out to the palm of his hand and put the messy hair on the face of He Zhishu in his ear. He saw that the eyes of He Zhishu slowly became very deep and gentle, and the breathing of He Zhishu was smooth and shallow, and he slammed on the chest of Jiang Wenxu. It is itchy, like a small claw scratching your heart. He couldn't help but touch the cheeky cheeks of He Zhishu, and he only had a glimpse of it - He Zhishu had a fever.

"Know the book? Hey, get up." Jiang Wenxu frowned and gently pinched the tip of He Zhishu.

He knows that he has a bad habit of burning low fever, and he does not feel too uncomfortable. Instead, he was awakened by Jiang Wenxu and felt that his head was uncomfortable. He shook his head gently and uttered a soft, soft nose from his nose. .

The most delicious thing about Jiang Wenxu is that He Zhishu is such a rare set of coquetry. He can only give the quilt to the quilt and get out of bed to find medicine.

Unexpectedly, the small study bookcase was empty, and the shelves were filled with glass bottles and jars of different sizes. They were like medicines, but they were not very similar. After all, if it was medicine, it would be too strange. . Jiang Wenxu did not think much, hurriedly turned over the medicine box and poured some medicine out to intend to give He Zhishu a fever.

"Eat medicine and then go to sleep," Jiang Wenxu put the cup in the lips of He Zhishu: "Wait for the brother to give you glutinous rice porridge to eat."

He Zhishu was sober, and he took the medicine.

Jiang Wenxu patted the top of He Zhishu: "Is it last night?"

He Zhishu wrapped his quilt back and ignored it.

"I am fine today, I will take the meal and take you to the hospital to check. Are you harsh on my baby? Is it so thin?"

He Zhishu gradually stiffened his back and said: "Don't go." After a while, he said, "You fed me a cat."

"Don't make trouble, listen to me." Jiang Wenxu never persuaded him in the matter he decided. Xu also felt that his tone was harder. He added: "I will go out to help you feed the cat, hehe."

He knows that Jiang Wenxu is going out. He doesn't want to go to the hospital. The ending is almost written. The thing that he missed is missed. It is no good to be late for so many compensations. Whether it is apology or embarrassment, based on sympathy, He Zhishu does not want it at all.

What did you do early? Jiang Wenxu? The eyes of He Zhishu are very sad. If it was two months ago, that snowy day, Jiang Wenxu would come back to accompany him to eat a dumpling and ask him why his face is so embarrassing. He will not be able to endure himself or he will endure silently. . It’s not that you can endure all the ignorance and blows when you have love. Life and death are given to you by the sky, your feelings and your life.

The face of He Zhishu is a little pale, he can pretend to be strong, or he can show weakness to resist what he does not want to do.

When Jiang Wenxu returned to the bedroom and called He Zhishu to eat, He Zhishu’s uncomfortable smashed into a ball, and his white face was full of cold sweat. The man saw himself, raised his face, covered his face with a moist tear film, opened his mouth, and only shouted: "Brother..."

"The body hurts..."

"Where? Tell Brother, where is it hurt? Know the book, don't scare me..."

"There is no strength, and the waist and legs are sour."

Jiang Wenxu gave him a quilt with his quilt. He only used to ruin the person last night. It happened to be so uncomfortable with a fever. He softened his throat and said: "When you have some porridge, you will lie down, let’s change again. Go to the medical examination."

He knows that the book should be heard, and it is dragged once again.