dust with light

Zhuo Yuchen slept for a full day and night.

He was already worried about Zheng Yan's retaliation, and because of the sharp sword's indifference, he completely cut off his thoughts. He was extremely tired physically and mentally. So sleep deeply.

Zheng Yan just sat quietly by the bed and guarded him, with a strange arc drawn at the corner of his mouth from time to time, a smile that was not a smile.

After Zhuo Yuchen woke up and stared at him with obvious guarded and hostile eyes for a few minutes, Zheng Yan put his hands in his trouser pockets and stood up: "You can rest for a while, I will go out first Have a meal."

After guarding Zhuo Yuchen for such a long time, he only drank some water, and now he is also very hungry.

Zhuo Yuchen lowered his eyes, feeling puzzled.

Zheng Yan looked down at him condescendingly.

"Isn't it strange, why am I not angry now? You know, Yu Chen, when your thing came in, I really felt like my anus was about to rupture, tsk."

Zhuo Yuchen pursed his lips, his face was still a little pale, that memory was not a pleasant one for him.

Pure retaliation not only took revenge on Zheng Yan, but also hurt himself.

"I thought you would kill me, just like teaching Zhao Xiaodao." Zhuo Yuchen said coldly.

Zheng Yan shrugged, stepped out of the ward with a long leg, "Then Zhao Xiaodao, I didn't really kill him. Besides, Yu Chen..."

The corners of his mouth curled up evilly again, making Zhuo Yuchen feel that he was extremely dangerous.

"A good toy needs to be complete and beautiful to be worth playing with..."

Zhuo Yuchen's awakening seemed to put him in a good mood, and he even whistled with great interest.But the more flat and gentle Zheng Yan's performance was, the more uneasy Zhuo Yuchen felt.But thinking about his terrible life, he was a little bit broken.

Who cares, left and right, it's just an early death and early rebirth.

It was all burns, and no matter who hurt him, it didn't seem to make sense anymore.

Not long after Zheng Yan stepped out, Zheng Haoran followed into the ward.Seeing Zhuo Yuchen, who was pale and indifferently lying on the hospital bed, with a needle hanging in his hand, Zheng Haoran couldn't bear it.

He put the porridge bought specially for Zhuo Yuchen on the bedside table in the ward, and sat beside Zhuo Yuchen.

Carefully picking up the white porridge, Zheng Haoran scooped a spoonful, put it on his lips and blew it gently, and then handed it to Zhuo Yuchen's mouth when the temperature was moderate.

Zhuo Yuchen raised his eyelids: "What are you doing?"

Zheng Haoran was embarrassed: "This is... isn't that what the saying goes, sickness comes like a mountain, and sickness goes like a thread. Although the doctor said that although your acute pneumonia is basically under control, the root cause of the disease still remains, you have to be patient It takes a while to recuperate. White porridge is easy to digest, and this porridge is made with chicken soup, so it is also nourishing, eat it quickly."

"Just leave the porridge, I can eat it myself," Zhuo Yuchen has a certain psychological shadow on the proactive contact with the same sex. Maybe it is because the malicious influence left by his first love is too deep. Until now, if he has an appearance, it is not bad. The man greeted him with a smile, and he would subconsciously think of the past when he was insulted and slandered by his first love, "By the way, are you...?"

"Just call me Hao Ran, I'm Zheng Yan's cousin..." Zheng Hao Ran felt sorry for himself, but he still put the chicken soup and porridge on the table honestly.

"Zheng Haoran? Thank you." Zhuo Yuchen whispered.

Hearing his indifferent but vaguely gentle low-pitched voice, Zheng Haoran shivered, feeling numb in his heart.In order to hide his unnaturalness, he deliberately raised his elbow and rubbed his nose vigorously.

"Thank you, thank you... You made it like this, it should be my cousin's fault, I will wipe his ass as a logistics..."

Zhuo Yuchen closed his eyes and said again: "Thank you."

Seeing that he seemed very tired, Zheng Haoran shut his mouth rationally.

Only a moment later, he looked at Zhuo Yuchen's face, feeling very sorry in his heart, finally made a painful decision, gritted his teeth, and pushed Zhuo Yuchen who had fallen asleep again.

Looking at Zhuo Yuchen's blank face, Zheng Haoran hesitated again.

Finally, he said: "Then what... You'd better stop angering my cousin, he is sick, you can't afford to provoke him."

Zhuo and Chen held the corners of their lips coolly: "I can tell."

Zheng Haoran became anxious: "I'm not joking...he is really sick! There is a certificate issued by the hospital, he is a stress disorder, and he will enter a state of overexcitement and hyperactivity from time to time, you... really don't If you provoke him again, be a little more obedient, otherwise, I don't know what he will do..."

His voice gradually lowered, because Zheng Haoran saw that Zhuo Yuchen's face still had the same indifferent expression, even the corners of his mouth seemed to be drawn with a set square, without any change.

"Oh." Zhuo Yuchen lowered his eyes.

So what?

The heart is dead, and this body is nothing more than a walking corpse driven by the instinctive will to survive.

He stopped talking, and after Zheng Haoran left with a long sigh, he numbly picked up the white porridge on the table, nonchalantly poured the spoon that Zheng Haoran had blown before into the bowl, and stirred it casually, letting After the porridge was remixed, he scooped up a spoonful and ate it expressionlessly.

The porridge was still a little hot. After eating a little bit, he stopped what he was doing and put the bowl back.

Lying back on the bed, Zhuo Yuchen closed his eyes again.

After waking up again, he saw Zheng Yan again.

The other party was sitting by the bed, scooping porridge and playing with great interest.Seeing that Zhuo Yuchen had woken up, he put down the porridge, and carefully helped Zhuo Yuchen up from the bed, letting him lean against his broad chest.

"Why are you so thin?" Zheng Yan put his hand on Zhuo Yuchen's chest, gently stroking his thin chest, "A place like a hospital is not suitable for raising people, I asked Zheng Haoran to arrange a first-class cabin back home , when you return to my territory, I will take good care of you."

Zhuo Yuchen was indifferent: "Young Master Zheng loves you so much."

Zheng Yan picked up the wrist on the table with one hand, scooped a spoonful, imitated Zheng Haoran's movement and blew on the porridge, and then passed the spoon full of chicken soup and white porridge to Zhuo Yuchen's lips.

The cold stainless steel spoon blended with the warm porridge, touching his pale and chapped lips, leaving Zhuo Yuchen silent for a moment.

"Good boy," Zheng Yan leaned his head against his neck, rubbing it softly, "Drink the porridge, you are too weak now."

Zhuo Yuchen said, "Young Master Zheng is sick?"

He didn't know much about stress disorder, he just heard from Zheng Haoran that when Zheng Yan was sick, his behavior was completely out of control, making it impossible for people to guess his emotions and thoughts.

"That's right, I'm sick," Zheng Yan put his arms around him, "so I need my lovely Yuchen to heal me."

What he said was ambiguous and childish.

Zhuo Yuchen sneered in his heart: What kind of tricks is Zheng Yan planning to play?