The Decade of Deep Love

Chapter 55

It’s too heavy to look at a person. After a long time, I have branded my heart in my heart. From then on, no matter whether the person is still in my heart, the trace will not disappear.

Ai Ziyu gave the He Zhishu a quilt. He suddenly felt a little sad. He just wanted to see the flowers, the flowers he planted for He Zhishu.

Time passed quickly, and in the blink of an eye, it was halfway through in January. When it arrived in February, it was close to the year.

When He Zhishu is a little better, he will go out for a walk, but he won’t go too far. When he is in poor health, he will be wrapped in a thick cashmere blanket and read into the circle chair. He knows not to watch TV movies, because it is easy to get dizzy, and then the head is sore and painful. He is not comfortable reading, and often sleeps halfway through.

What Ai Ziyu is most afraid of now is to see He Zhishu sleeping. Every time he walks over his palm, he is holding a cold sweat... He is really afraid that one day, this person will sleep so quietly, no longer Willing to wake up.

He Zhishu found that doctors have rarely been swaying in front of their eyes. The man often writes and paints in a place close to himself, with a special focus.

On this day, Ai Ziyu finally raised her head in the last few strokes, and relaxed and relaxed in the warm sun in the afternoon. Then there is no unobtrusive call to know: "Are you happy soon?"

After a while, He Zhishu reacted to someone talking to himself, leaning forward slightly: "How do you know?"

He Zhishu was the birthday of the year before. Since he left home more than ten years ago, except for Jiang Wenxu’s own work, few people have taken it.

Ai Ziyu smiled and said: "You used to fill out the form, I have two eyes on your ID number."

He Zhishu is not particularly uncomfortable today, and he is willing to talk with doctors: "Well. What are you painting these days?"

"Don't tell you." Ai Ziyu was very angry this time.

He Zhishu didn't have much curiosity: "Then you brought the two dogs to me to play." I didn't call it, but a few children were spoiled.

Ai Ziyu's heart can now be softer than the West Lake in April, but he can't agree: "When you are better, the two dogs go out every day, the body is not clean." He Zhishu's immunity is already very poor, two The dog is big and enthusiastic, and Ai Ziyu is not at ease.

But how many times does he wait for his health? He knows a little disappointment, but also knows that doctors are good for themselves.

Ai Ziyu is reluctant to see the grievances of He Zhishu. After thinking for a while, he rushed over to know the book: "Would you like, I will give you a kitten?"

He knows a little happy look: "I want black beard, the only four white socks."

"The fattest one, I know." Ai Ziyu smiled and approached He Zhishu: "You kiss me, I will give you a hug."

He Zhishu white glanced at him: "Don't bother me."

At that glance, the soul of Ai Ziyu was half-ticked, and I didn’t control it. I quickly kissed the cheek of the book.

The pupils of He Zhishu’s shocks all expanded.

Thanks to the quick running of Ai Ziyu, the stuffed stuffed stuff came in time. If you don't know the book, you have to give him a slap.

After that, the relationship between the two seems to have some shackles and relatives that were not there before. Ai Ziyu is a shameless one. At first, he sat at the book next to He Zhishu and read the book together. Now he has to occupy the blanket of half of He Zhishu and come in, and from time to time he has to lick his waist and kiss his cheek.

Ai Ziyu will also curse people. When He Zhishu didn't want to pay attention to him, he didn't even read the book, and closed his eyes to raise his spirit. Ai Ziyu took the poems out, the foreign love poems, lingering and warm, read it again, not counting, and then read it in pure English and deep English standard English, and finally had to read it again in French.

Scourge.

He Zhishu is not a hard-hearted heart. Moreover, when it is most necessary to be accompanied, he can't resist Ai Ziyu's warmth offensive.

With the kind of baby's strength and pity for He Zhishu, except for the first Jiang Wenxu, only Ai Ziyu, but these two men are not the same. Jiang Wenxu’s love is the young boy who is better than flowers when he was seventeen years old. Ai Ziyu’s pain is the most embarrassing He Zhishu. He has been with others for more than ten years, his mind is hard to guess, and he is terminally ill. He knows the book.

————————————————

The weather in Beijing is very bad. There are few sunny days when it is not windy or snowy. It is often awkward and **** a bitter air in the throat.

This is destined to be the coldest and longest winter that Jiang Wenxu has ever left, leaving a memory of eternal pale despair for memory. Lying in bed at night, there is no sound in my ear, and there is only one person left in the whole world.

No matter how many times the big bed was moved by Jiang Wenxu, he reached out in the middle of the night when he woke up. The other half was cold and could not touch the endless. Recently, Jiang Wenxu’s cigarette addiction has been much heavier. Whether it is at home or in the company, the ashtray on the table is a thick layer of cigarette butts. Later, Jiang Wenxu also drank and drank himself at home. If he could drink drunk, he would spend another night, fearing that he would wake up in the middle of the night and his loneliness suddenly came.

More often, I can't sleep well. Jiang Wenxu has a nightmare on and off. When the most desperate, the dream of the next day will be the same as the end of the first day. He often dreams of He Zhishu, dreaming that He Zhishu is alone at home, white pajamas grow bangs, and walks over and over again in the big room. He never looks up, his footsteps are slow, and the bedroom doors are opened one by one. Close, keep it all the time. On that day, Jiang Wenxu’s dream had a voice, and there was a book that didn’t know what to expect from behind the door. He finally sat down on the floor with tears, tears on the floor, and a sad puddle. Broken voice: "Jiang Ge... I can't find you. You come back..." The crying became lighter and lighter. Later, Jiang Wenxu noticed that the tears on the floor turned into blood. The He Zhishu in the dream finally looked up, his face was pale and his mouth was full of blood...

Jiang Wenxu woke up and never dared to sleep.

"I was wrong..." Jiang Wenxu's heart teared the pain, and the whole person who wanted to hurt him wanted to become a small group that was not easily found by sorrow: "Knowledge, brother knows wrong... Brother will never again... I am wrong I am wrong..."

At first, Jiang Wenxu thought that his distress was just a heart disease. It was his own conscience. Later, he collapsed in the company and Jiang Wenxu was sent to the hospital for examination. The heart of Jiang Wenxu really has a problem.

The pain is really painful. Jiang Wenxu’s lips were blue and his eyes slowly dimmed.

He wants to know the book.