The Decade of Deep Love

Chapter 58

This place Jiang Wenxu has not been back for many years, even if there is a major exchange meeting, he is an assistant of the assignment trust. Once upon a time, Jiang Wenxu deliberately did not think about the ideas behind all his actions. Now he suddenly realized that he was always embarrassed about He Zhishu.

He was owed to the He Zhishu from the beginning. It’s good for He Zhishu, for the sake of He Zhishu, because he likes it right, but there are also a lot of selfishness that adolescent boys don’t understand and eager to express their own vanity. Seeing He Zhishu's blushing dodge will be proud, and the confession will be accepted and he will feel great.

The most stupid thing is He Zhishu, who remembers the bit by bit that everyone wants to give in his heart. He is almost sincere and grateful to Dade for all his love.

The first time He Zhishu was Jiang Wenxu’s 18th birthday, he was in a tens of dollars in a broken hotel. The old wooden bed didn’t know how many wild donkeys. Both have no experience, Jiang Wenxu is only impulsive and curious, and He Zhishu is only accommodating. That time was really painful, and the painful He Zhishu sound could not be heard. He Zhishu did not dare to speak out because the room was too poorly soundproofed. Since then, He Zhishu has been forbearing. He has never been able to feel at ease and is used to grievances.

At that time, Aizhizhishu was not fake, and it was not fake after more than ten years. But Jiang Wenxu seems to have always loved himself a little more. Therefore, regardless of the road ahead, he will slap the He Zhishu around, so when he knows that he can't satisfy himself, he will find his emotions, so there will be such a strong desire to monopolize the He Zhishu at home. Don't want him to go.

But now, at the point of real life and death, when it comes to the self-satisfaction, Jiang Wenxu found that he loves He Zhishu more than he thought, not much, just love him more than love himself. Now if someone tells him that he can use his future career or even his life to exchange his knowledge and well-being, Jiang Wenxu will not hesitate for a minute or two.

Jiang Wenxu's love for He Zhishu has never been reduced. On the contrary, it is a little bit more stacking. At the beginning, it was the passion of juvenile recklessness. Later, it was the confusion that the passion retreats and the temptation becomes more and more. Now it is the real enthusiasm. The warmth of He Zhishu was soaked in Jiang Wenxu for more than ten years, and the heart of the stone can be used to make a spring water.

Jiang Wenxu’s lips were blue-purple, and he rubbed his chest twice and took out the medicine in his pocket.

The co-pilot manager secretly aimed at Jiang Wenxu through the rearview mirror. When he went to the Beijing headquarters for the last time, he was still around this year's National Day. At that time, his boss was still fascinated, and his gestures were all about domineering and self-confidence. Now, just in the past six months, this man’s defeat is like a slap from the altar. He did not have an interest in the fun, let the driver go straight to the arranged hotel.

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Today is a cloudy day, and there are showers in the afternoon. The house is cold and humid, and it is breathless.

The body's response to He Zhishu is more sensitive than the weather forecast reaction. After a whole day, nothing can be eaten. Ai Ziyu felt distressed about what he ate and gave him a little honey water. He Zhishu finally spit it out, and even some blood was inside.

Ai Ziyu was so scared that his face was white, and the hospital with He Zhishu’s car was hit with cytarabine.

He knows that he has been falling asleep in the hospital, and the list on the bed is very thin. Ai Ziyu is afraid that he will be wrapped in his arms when he is cold. Ai Ziyu is really scared, the kind of heart that feels unstable even with the steering wheel, he does not want to experience the second time.

For the sake of being a doctor for a long time, I used to hate the family members of the patients who came to the hospital with hysterical crying, life and death, except for the human life. But now Ai Ziyu understands that when the person who really cares is pale and dying in your arms, it is not surprising that people will do anything under the same despair.

If today Ai Ziyu is not afraid of losing his soul, he may have no face to face with his former colleagues, asking for the life of that person.

When He Zhishu woke up, his face was already better, but it was still pale. Ai Ziyu still maintains his posture in his arms, and he is very good at thinking. He doesn't know anything.

"...What do you want?" He Zhishu's low and weak opening.

Ai Ziyu’s eyes slowly focused, and he smiled and smiled: “Thinking about big things.”

He did not ask too much, and gently pinched Ai Ziyu's side: "I just dreamed of you."

"Really?"

"Ok."

"What did you dream of?"

"You stand in the distance, a large flower behind you..."

"Hey, that little boy, I can't sell flowers?"

"You are selling flowers, or why... I want you to send me one, you ignore me."

Ai Ziyu violently pushed the He Zhishu tightly: "I will give you everything you want."

He knows helplessly and pushes him: "All said that it is a dream, you should not be true with me. But I still want you now... Let's go home? The hospital is too bad."

Ai Ziyu smiled and laughed for a long time before returning: "I want to ask you to treat you now, do you promise?"

"You said that I can say anything, I will use your face to force me to soften my heart?" He Zhishu stared at Ai Ziyu's eyes and smiled and sighed: "It is true, what do you say about your picture..."

Ai Ziyu did not speak, his expression was very sad, and sadness could not bear to see it again.

He knows how to lick his lips, suddenly tilted his head, and a light kiss is printed on Ai Ziyu's lips: "...I have been yours for the rest of my life, can't you be happy?"