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Today's Zongzheng is much less hostile than three months ago, and his indifferent face cannot be changed, but some details have changed.For example, he no longer locked Hang Jianxing, and the lights in this dark room were no longer turned off all day long, except for restricting Hang Jianxing's actions, he followed Hang Jianxing.It's just that the current Hang Jianxing has no desires and no desires, not the kind of detached world, but the saddest loss of the desire to survive.

Zongzheng still brought him meals and served him meals himself. Although Hang Jianxing leaned on him and did not resist, the food he ate did not even chew, and he swallowed it directly.After a few seconds, the body poured out uncontrollably, the stomach was rejecting the food...

Hang Jianxing leaned on Zongzheng, subconsciously suppressing this discomfort, but he couldn't help it, and could only let the food pour out with the residual acid in his stomach.The filth was all over Zongzheng's expensive clothes, Zongzheng didn't feel sorry for him, and he didn't care about the sour smell. He put down the bowl and adjusted Hang Jianxing's comfortable position, following his back, trying to make people as comfortable as possible.

When people stopped vomiting, he, who hadn't spoken softly for a long time, whispered: "Is the food not to your liking?" Hang Jianxing's eyes were dull, and he didn't answer, looking anxiously at Zongzheng.He hurried out, brought in the porridge made for Xiaohang and fed him a spoonful, watching him drink it, as if racing against time, he immediately fed two spoonfuls again, but this time, Hang Jianxing spit out the food again, people are already Drowsy, after such a toss, his face turned blue.

Hang Jianxing started not eating much this month, but there was no response. Zongzheng only knew that this person would never be able to survive without eating. Swallow it!

The nameless fire in his heart burned uncontrollably again, but he knew he couldn't be impatient now, let alone be rude to him. He hid one hand behind his back and clenched it tightly, fingernails digging at the palm, traces of blood looming.After restraining his emotions a little bit, he fed himself another mouthful of porridge, then turned Hang Jianxing's head, kissed him, and sent the porridge into his mouth little by little with his tongue.This is not over yet, he must wait until Hang Jianxing's body accepts this mouthful of food before letting go.

It took half an hour for a meal, and Zongzheng was sweating profusely after eating, but there was still half a bowl left. He fed another mouthful, and Hang Jianxing repelled him again. Zongzheng pressed his mouth desperately to prevent him from spitting it out , Hang Jianxing seemed to regain a little consciousness, knowing what he was doing, and pushed the person away in an outburst, lying on the edge of the bed, and vomited out all the food he had just eaten.

Seeing this person lying on the bed, all the efforts he had just made were in vain, Zongzheng felt distressed and angry, he knew that he didn't mean it, but he always wanted to get angry, and in the end he was so angry that he smashed the bowl against the wall, "Bang" With a bang, the pieces of the porcelain bowl flew, and the room was in a mess.

Zongzheng hadn't calmed down his anger yet, panting and sitting next to Hang Jianxing, his helpless hands clutching the bed sheet under him, his eyes were inexplicably filled with tears and flushed from suffocation.He is struggling. It took him a few months to understand what he did these days, and his reason told him that it was wrong, so he couldn't let his impulsive self destroy him and Hang Jianxing.

A few minutes later, he tidied up Hang Jianxing's clothes, and then picked him up. The moment he picked him up, he was stunned for a second. Why is it so light?He looked at Hang Jianxing in his arms in disbelief. Although he knew that Hang Jianxing was much thinner than before, he was completely lost at the moment when he really felt it!

There was no time to be in a trance, picked him up and hurriedly sent him to the bedroom outside, and immediately contacted his personal doctor Meng Wei, asking him to come over to prepare glucose and other medicines.

Zongzheng hadn't looked for him for several months, so when Meng Wei received the notice, he was startled and panicked. He arrived at the apartment as fast as he could without stopping. After taking shape, the panic in his eyes could no longer be hidden.Even Hang Jianxing was tormented by this demon to such an extent that he didn't dare to think what would happen if he disobeyed Zongzheng!

From the beginning to the end, Meng Wei was trembling for diagnosis and treatment. When administering the bottle, he was stuck in the wrong position several times. Fortunately, Zongzheng didn't care about him, and Hang Jianxing was even in a coma. No one cared about his mistakes.After setting up Hang Jianxing as quickly as possible, Meng Wei left behind a pile of appetizers, and hurriedly left. Seeing that Zongzheng didn't pay attention to him, he quickly slipped away.

At that time, Zongzheng was only holding Hang Jianxing's cold right hand, staring at the person lying on the bed with red eyes. Under the sunlight, he could see more clearly the tragic state of this person after being tortured.And the culprit is himself.

Gently attached to the back of his hand, the icy temperature gradually melted an impetuous person, a quiet Zongzheng, a character from a long time ago, who is now awakened to a long-lost humanity.A hot tear fell from the corner of his eye, passed through his high bridge of nose, and reached Hang Jianxing's wrist, forming a very complete shape, which disappeared after a few minutes, leaving only the imprint representing the past.

For the next day, Zongzheng stayed by Hang Jianxing's side in confusion, waiting for someone to wake up, but it seemed that this person didn't want to wake up. It had been a day and a night, and the sleeping person hadn't moved at all.Zongzheng asked Meng Wei, and Meng Wei said that he was fine, and when he would wake up depended on the patient's own wishes.To put it simply, Hang Jianxing's subconscious mind is preventing the body from waking up, and most of the reason must be that he doesn't want to see Zongzheng.

After realizing this, Zongzheng called Xiaohang, and Xiaohang had also been frightened a lot in the past few months. When he saw Zongzheng, he didn't dare to get too close.

"Xiao Hang, stay with your Dad, talk to him, and see if you can wake your Dad up."

Zongzheng didn't approach them either, leaving the father and son in the room, and stood outside the door, listening to the movement inside.Zong Zhenghang is full of joy for this sudden news, after all, he can meet Dad in an open and aboveboard manner!But when I saw the person lying on the bed, the organs on that face seemed to be inlaid, without any connection of flesh and blood, it looked like a skeleton wrapped in human skin!

The joy of seeing Dad has long been diluted by the current situation.

He felt that Dad at this time might not be as strong as him.The child cried directly, afraid of waking up the sleeper, and later wiped off the snot left behind in a panic, without making a sound.Remembering his father's confession that he was trying to wake Dad up, he opened his mouth several times, but he didn't know what to say, so he only called out slightly: "Dad?"

Coincidentally, his glutinous rice-like voice really woke up Hang Jianxing who had been closing his eyes!

In fact, Hang Jianxing had woken up a long time ago, but he didn't want to face Zongzheng, and kept pretending to be asleep. He was tired of dealing with the leader, and finally got out of the darkroom. He was really scared.

Xiaohang was very calm. Seeing that Dad opened his eyes and didn't cheer immediately, when he was about to call him dad, Hang Jianxing stopped him anxiously with his eyes, and said with his mouth: "Don't call him, you accompany Dad for a while." It will be fine."

Xiaohang vaguely guessed that there were many unspeakable quarrels between the two fathers, so he listened to Dad and approached specially so that the weak Hang Jianxing could hold his hand and caress it.

Having not seen anyone other than Zongzheng for a long time, Hang Jianxing felt that it was too illusory when he touched this little hand.His eyelids were drooping on his eyeballs, he was not at all energetic, and Xiaohang was not a person who took the initiative to talk, and the two of them seemed to be communicating by holding hands in the bedroom.

This quiet time didn't last long, and soon Zongzheng couldn't wait to open the door, and saw Hang Jianxing who was already awake.This was also a deception, but this time, Zongzheng didn't show any signs of attack, and very gently asked Xiaohang to go out first. Although Xiaohang was a little worried like a little adult, he looked at Hang Jianxing a few more times, but he didn't dare to disobey his father, obediently Get out of the room and close the door.

When Zongzheng was sitting next to Hang Jianxing, he suddenly leaned over to hide from the weak Hang Jianxing. This dodging action made Zongzheng feel a little displeased, but he restrained himself and closed his eyes tightly. Return to the original position.

"I'll bring the porridge, fill your stomach first, and after half an hour, I'll feed you medicine."

Not wanting to sit there in embarrassment, Zongzheng chose to get up to get food for others, but Hang Jianxing looked directly at his back and said, "No need, it's just a waste of food." He also didn't want to vomit anymore, vomiting is not comfortable "It's good to hang glucose like this. You don't have to worry about me running away, and I don't feel uncomfortable. It's the easiest, isn't it?"

Perhaps he is also a little sick, ignoring Zongzheng's scheduled bombing, and dared to say something, "Isn't it good to live the rest of my life like this?"

Keeping his back to Hang Jianxing, on the one hand, Zongzheng didn't want to face this person who kept irritating him, but on the other hand, he felt that what he said was realistic and sad. Such a result was not what he wanted!

Zongzheng suppressed himself all the time, went to the kitchen and looked at the bowl of porridge warming in hot water, and in a fit of anger overturned the porridge and swept it all over the floor.But after venting, what comes back to me is endless troubles and helplessness.At this moment, he clearly understood that if he continued to let himself go, he would only make an irreparable big mistake.The mobile phone is by his side, a phone call is another way, it just depends on whether he chooses or not.