like a dog

Lin Xun was sitting on the hospital bed with the curtains closed tightly, but the night seemed to break through the glass and hit his shoulder, making all his bones crunch under the pressure.All new wounds and old wounds on the body were bandaged and cleaned again.The circles of gauze around his neck and palms were like chains tightening him.

The evening news was broadcast on TV, and there was always a screeching noise in the background.Bark, bark, like a rusty chainsaw grinding back and forth on the nerves.

He supported the edge of the bed, clenched his hands tighter and tighter, and his breathing became short of breath.There was a voice in his head hissing sharply amidst the squeak, and with a gloomy face, he grabbed the remote control at hand and threw it to the ground.The two batteries were smashed to the bathroom door, hit the bathroom door and fell to the ground, gurgling and rolling under the hospital bed.

The door was pushed open softly, and Lin Xun knew who it was without looking up.Han Xuan bent down to pick up the remote control board and battery on the ground, wiped them with a paper towel on the table, reinstalled them, and raised his hand to turn off the TV.

Lin Xun lowered his head, the skin on his neck was almost as pale as gauze, he propped his forehead, breathing slowly calmed down, only the area near the ears was slightly red, he closed his eyes and said hoarsely: "Open."

"It's windy today, and I haven't eaten much for dinner, so go to bed early."

Lin Xun propped his forehead and shouted: "Open!"

"Okay, listen to you."

Han Xuan turned on the TV again, turned down the volume and put the remote control back in his hand.He held up Lin Xun's feet, wiped the soles of his feet, and put on the slippers next to him: "The hospital is not a home, the floor is dirty, and bare feet are easy to touch..."

A remote control hit him, and Han Xuan's words stopped abruptly. Lin Xun's fingers trembled slightly. He didn't expect to hit him. Seeing that his forehead was red, he gritted his teeth and said, "Let go..."

Han Xuan supported his right foot, lowered his eyes and said, "There is one more, let go after I put it on for you."

"I tell you to let go now!"

Lin Xun roared hysterically. The tears that he couldn't shed before rolled down without warning. He covered his eyes in pain, and the hot tears soaked into layers of gauze: "Han Xuan, what on earth... do you want..."

He still couldn't understand, nor could he guess why Han Xuan did this.If he is interested in him, there are a hundred simpler and quicker ways, but he chose the most troublesome and most likely to fail one.

No one would do that for revenge or for teasing.If it's for profit, he has no value to use. If it's because of feelings, they haven't met at all. Where did the feelings come from?Even if Han Xuan had met him somewhere, it was impossible to fall in love at first sight like that.

He never believed in love at first sight.Even if it did, it wouldn't happen to him.

"Because of Han Zheng... or because of Han Xun? Because my brother and son can't move, they came to me, right?"

Han Xuan looked up at Lin Xun, he was still holding his ankle, kneeling on the cold ground, not wanting him to step on it.He looked at his red eyes, he liked the way he was crying, his eyelashes were wet and trembling at those times, and his dodging eyes were fragile and beautiful.

But that doesn't mean he likes to see him sad.

"I never thought about it that way. If you can't do it, I can't do it either."

"I do not believe……"

"Lin Xun, my feelings for you are all true."

"I don't believe it!" Lin Xun yelled in pain. It was not just a noise, it seemed that dense words were burned into his brain, burning his nerves, like those screaming voices, warning him not to believe anything this person said. talk.

Han Xuan looked at him silently, and waited for his breathing to calm down again before speaking slowly.

"When I saw Han Lin, he was already old. I have been hiding with my mother for many years. My father wanted to kill us when she was pregnant. She was always afraid that he would not let me go. She was very nervous every day. Time passed After growing up, my spirit collapsed, I took medicine for several years, and finally committed suicide. Although my adoptive father didn't like me very much, at least he never thought of killing me."

Han Xuan lowered his eyes and smiled, as if describing a very lucky thing.

"Father was old and his heart was soft. After he knew my news, he was picked up. He was very cold to me at first, and he rarely saw me. Later, I made achievements. The number of times he saw me It also became more frequent, and would tell me some past events, always mentioning one person. At that time, I thought, what kind of person is that Zixun, who can make that cold person talk about him with a smile on his face? All with a smile."

Lin Xun supported his forehead and wept, "Stop talking..."

"At the funeral that day, so many people came and went. They came to condolences, and after shedding those few tears, they turned around and celebrated his death. The sorrows of those people were all fake, and even I didn't Kind of true. But there is one person who is different, the sadness in his eyes is real. The tears he shed are also real. That person glanced at me in the heavy snow, but quickly looked away."

Han Xuan looked at Lin Xun, looked at his trembling fingers and frowning brows, but he kept his eyes closed and wept, and his teeth were clenched so that they trembled.

"In these years, what I have done is not what I really want to do. What I say is not what I really want to say. Sometimes when I close my eyes, I feel cold all over." Han Xuan knelt in front of Lin Xun , said slowly, "I just want that person's eyes to look at me again."

He paused for a while, and let out a breath with a smile: "The day I went to see you, I was both happy and uneasy. I am happy that I finally handed over the matter and I can go to see you. But I am still uneasy, I know you You won’t open the door for Han Xuan, but will you open that door for Lu Yuan? I don’t know, so I was so nervous that my heart beat fast along the way.”

"But as soon as I saw you, I forgot everything." Han Xuan lowered his head and turned his left hand to look at it. "You helped me bandage the wound, and you held my hand with such light and gentle movements. My heart suddenly changed. Now, I'm not reconciled. I don't want you to just look at me again, I want you to just look at me."

He rubbed his cold ankles and looked up at him.

"Lin Xun, if I came to see you that day and told you that I was Han Xuan. Even if I broke this hand, you would not open the door for me. Lu is my mother's surname, Yuan is Yuan Yuan." Han Xuan Looking up at him, he said seriously, "I just want you to put aside your prejudices and take a good look at the original me, you will like it."

"And you've fallen in love too, haven't you?"

Lin Xun slowly put down his hands, he opened his eyes, and looked at the man kneeling in front of him.His eyes are always so sincere, and his words are always so affectionate.He walked through the gate of hell, the person he most wanted to see was him, and he was the one he saw when he opened his eyes.

He thought they would have many tomorrows, but now, he didn't dare to think about anything.

"If you want true love, I have to accept your hypocrisy. If you want warmth, you can chill my heart." Lin Xun said slowly, his lips trembling white, "Your true heart, I have seen It's clear. You and your father are the same kind of people."

"He praised me because I have no blood relationship with him. He loves me unabashedly, and outsiders will know who Han Lin cares about. If someone wants to catch his weakness, he will also target me, not me. His own son."

Lin Xun smiled numbly: "From the beginning to the end, your Han family only used me as a tool. You don't care about my own will and feelings at all."

Han Xuan was still kneeling in front of the hospital bed. He looked at him and shook his head: "Lin Xun, I never thought about it that way."

"I never thought about it that way... Do you still want to bring up that sentence, saying that you can't do what I can't do." Lin Xun repeated with a low smile, as if he had heard a joke, "Then I've never killed anyone, haven't you?"

Han Xuan was in a daze for a moment, and his eyes flicked around in a daze.He closed his eyes, slowly raised the corners of his mouth and said, "I'm sorry, I was wrong. There are indeed some things that you didn't do, but I did. Your hands are still clean, but mine are already dirty. You How could it be like me."

The slight sadness in his smile magnified thousands of times at this moment, making Lin Xun's eyes even more sore.He wanted to believe him very much, but he couldn't believe him, almost softened his heart, and gritted his teeth to endure the softness he shouldn't have.

Lin Xun suppressed the turbulent waves and tried his best to stabilize his trembling voice: "We are not the same people, I just want to live in a simple and peaceful way. Han Xuan, give me back my life..."

Han Xuan let go, and his feet landed on his knees.He looked up at him, blinked slowly and said, "So you told me to let go and not touch you, because you think I've messed up your life?"

A coldness gradually appeared in his eyes, and his smile finally harmonized with his gloomy and depressed pheromone.Lin Xun's back felt cold, and before he could retract his feet, he tightened his ankle again, but the strength was completely different from before.He was almost pinned down so he couldn't move.

Han Xuan smiled and said, "Are you thinking I'm dirty, Lin Xun?"

"You let go..."

Lin Xun's voice trembled, not all because of the pain.The pheromones that he couldn't detect were wrapped around his body, and he didn't realize it, he only felt his skin feel inexplicably cold.

"You let go!"

Han Xuan firmly caught his raised hand, even though it was too weak even if he hit it.He tilted his head, and said indifferently: "I have already thrown the remote control once. Don't do it yourself before the injury on your hand is healed."

Lin Xun withdrew his hand as hard as he could, and backed up supporting the hospital bed.He hadn't felt this way on the rooftop this afternoon, not even a few minutes ago.Even if they knew that he was Han Xuan, the cold-blooded animal they called, they couldn't treat him like that.In his heart, he still regarded him as that Lu Yuan, the one who spoke softly and smiled cleanly.

But now, as if for a moment, he suddenly didn't recognize him.Like a dormant jackal, he shook off the specious light on his body, bared his fangs, and stepped on his lifeline step by step.

Han Xuan got up and patted his knees, wiped his hands and threw the tissue into the trash can.He sat down on the edge of the bed, stretched out his hand to Lin Xun and said, "Come here."

Lin Xun huddled on the side of the hospital bed, huddled tightly against the armrest of the bed, exerting so much force that his knuckles trembled.He heard a sound beyond the murmur, a sound of collapse that was on the verge of collapse, getting louder and louder, causing pain in his eardrums and tightness in his chest.

"Han Xuan, don't be like this..."

Han Xuan grasped his ankle, pressing his fingers against the pulsating blood, as if cold blood flowed through his hand.He got on the bed with pressure on his ankle, broke off his right hand that was clenched on the armrest, and stroked his knuckles with lowered eyes, as if he didn't hear anything.

"Let you take good care of your wounds, why...don't listen at all?"