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Han Ziye spent a whole day reading that document over and over again. The document is not long, just like Han Qingchen's miserable life.

There are some photos and newspaper clippings inside, the little Chen Qing is white and tender, holding the trophy and staring at the camera in a little bewilderment.Eyebrows hardly changed.After getting taller in his youth, he was as thin as a willow branch, with a thin neck and a low neck, hiding from the crowd and walking in a corner of the campus. He looked even thinner among a group of tall and burly white people. face, holding a few books in his hands defensively.

Ziye caressed the side face in the photo with his thumb, he saw that expression almost every day, but now it has become a luxury.

When he was told that he could put on a sterile protective suit and go indoors for a while, he, who had never been excited about anything, was so excited that he trembled.

He stared blankly at the little pale face on the bed, and slowly knelt down beside the bed, unexpectedly, strange tears welled up.

But in a few days, it feels like a lifetime has passed, that sleeping face is so familiar, the thin eyelids are quietly closed, the eyelashes cast fan-shaped shadows, and with the regular beeping of the ventilator, the chest rises and falls mechanically, Ziye blinked away the moisture in his eyes, and wanted to reach out to touch his face, but there were tubes everywhere, and there was no way to touch it.

He wanted to talk to him, but found that he didn't know what to call him.Zixi called him Chenchen, Uncle Zhong called him Young Master, Grandpa called him Xiaochen, Fang Ya called him Raffael, Song Heng called him Assistant Han, but he never called him, and it seemed that he never needed to call him. , He was always by his side waiting for his order. He held the cold hand with his gloved hand, and pressed his lips through the mask. A strange choked sob rushed up his throat, forcing out tears.

He went to the mansion to find Han Yi.

Unexpectedly, Hong Tu was there, talking with Han Tieyi about returning to the United States in the early morning.

Han Ziye was taken aback when he came in and saw Hong Tu.Hong Tu stood up and looked at him without speaking.

He had imagined the scene of meeting Hongtu countless times, but he never imagined that he would feel nothing like today.

The shot he received in the morning seemed to have also hit him, and all his hatred and joy for life disappeared. The past and future have no meaning. Only the person lying there is all he feels. .

He nodded slightly at him, and said to Han Yi, "I want to talk to you about the morning."

The two talked for a whole afternoon, it was already past dinner time, and the lights were lit everywhere in the house, and the two of them came out of the study.

When Han Ziye came out, Hong Tu was playing chess with Han Tieyi.

He approached Hongtu and said, "On behalf of my mother, I want to say sorry to you."

Hong Tu looked at him, "I don't blame her, I have something to feel sorry for her."

Zi Ye nodded slightly, and said to his grandfather, "I heard from Song Heng that you brought Han Zirong back?"

Han Tieyi raised his chin at Hongtu, "It's not me, I don't have the spirit, it's the two of them."

Hong Tu didn't look at him, he just held the chess piece and said, "You go back, this man, handing him over to the police took advantage of him, I will deal with him personally."

He nodded and said to his grandfather, "I won't leave the hospital for a while, the company—"

Han Tieyi waved his hand at him: "Go, go, you children, one or two of you don't worry about it, I have to worry about you with my old bones...Xiao Yi, I left you Dinner, hurry up and eat!"

At night, when Han Yi came out of the bathroom, Hong Tu took the towel from his hand and wiped his hair.

"What did you talk about? So long?"

"It seems that we have talked about everything, there is no main line, and we talk about this and that."

"He won't let us take Xiaochen away, right?"

Han Yi didn't know what to think of, and laughed: "He said, there is no reason to ask for the gift that was sent out."

After finishing speaking, he sighed again, "It's all my fault. There are too many entanglements and misunderstandings. If I could have stayed with him more since childhood, or told him these things earlier, maybe he would have opened up earlier. , why bother to suffer so much?"

Hongtu combed his hair with his fingers. "You are also trying to maintain He Huan's reputation."

Han Yi leaned into the arms of the person behind him: "He is finally willing to put aside the entanglement of the previous generation and admit that he loves Xiaochen, but the price is too high. What if Xiaochen really can't wake up again? "

Hong Tu hugged him tightly: "No, he will definitely wake up."

Han Yi looked back at him in surprise: "You know what? That kid said exactly the same thing as you."

One month later, in the early morning, the equipment on his body was removed one after another, leaving only a ventilator still inserted in his mouth.Moved out of the intensive care unit and into a specially arranged suite.

Han Zi lived here all night, and the bodyguards guarded the door three shifts day and night.Jin Mei and Uncle Zhong ran at both ends, and Peter and the others also ran here when they had time.

Everyone believed that he might open his eyes at some point and call him "Master" shyly.

When Han Ziye came back from the company, he pressed the hospital elevator while talking on the phone.He lost some weight, with a haggard look on his face, the ruthlessness and arrogance in his brows and eyes disappeared completely, and transformed into a calm and indifferent look.

The bodyguard guarding the door of the floor greeted him, "Master!"

He nodded, listening to the report on the phone, and walked lightly when he entered the room.Jin Mei came up to take the briefcase in his hand, and helped him take off his suit and hang it up. He softly explained the precautions and deadlines to the person on the phone, and walked to the bed to look at the figure on the bed, wanting to bend down When touching the white forehead with her fingers, Jin Mei who was caught up beat her hand aside, Jin Mei was unhappy, her little nose was wrinkled, and she made a gesture of washing her hands at him.

He nodded shyly, ended the call, and obediently went to the bathroom to wash his hands.

Sitting on the chair beside the bed, he took the hand on the blanket, put it to his mouth and kissed it, then stroked the temple with his knuckles, and asked Jinmei casually, "Is everything normal today?"

Jin Mei was busy preparing meals for him inside and out, and said, "Well, I did a urine and blood test today, and Dr. Liu said that the indicators are all good."

She pointed to a bouquet of flowers in a vase on the bedside cabinet: "A Mr. Hong came here today, and the bodyguards didn't let him in, so he sent flowers in."

Ziye looked up at the large bouquet of flowers, Hong Lei?Tell Jin Mei: "Tell Song Heng when he is here, just tell him what I said. Next time Mr. Hong comes again, you can let him take a look, but you can't stay for long."

"Yes. Master, come and eat quickly. After serving you, I will give you a massage."

Ziye sat aside, opened a research and development report, and ate while reading, "You go back today, I'll just give him a massage."

Jin Mei anxiously ordered a bunch of them, and when he finished eating, he put away the tableware and took his clothes back to wash.

Ziye sat on the chair beside the bed, stared at the person on the bed as if he couldn't get enough, bit the fingertips in his hand, and asked softly, "Does it hurt?"

He was answered by the constant beeping of instruments.He leaned over to kiss the forehead, then kissed the eyes, got up and prepared things for body scrub and massage.

He unbuttoned the clothes on his chest in the morning, the chest was still covered with dressings and bandages, soaked the towel in the middle of the night, tried the temperature on his wrist like Jinmei, wiped it from his forehead little by little, from the beginning of being clumsy Jin Mei disliked it, and now she was able to lift her soft arm skillfully, avoiding the opening.

He sent Jin Mei away because he wanted to say something, but when they were together they were often speechless, and he was used to that kind of silence.

In the end, he just kneaded his earlobe and the side of his neck, and asked softly, "Are you angry? Why don't you open your eyes?"

Three months later, the ventilator was removed, and the wound on the chest healed in the morning, leaving a reddish scar the size of an egg.

In the early morning, he still fell asleep peacefully every day. After hearing the doctor say that he should talk to him as much as possible, everyone started chattering beside his bed.Shao Jiejie was even worse. He and Song Hengzheng were passionately in love. Every day, he chanted Song Heng this Song Hengna into Qingchen's ears.

Autumn is coming to an end, Han Qingchen doesn't realize the four seasons and just sleeps day and night.Everyone began to slowly accept the fact that he would not wake up again, except for Han Ziye who still stubbornly asked everyone to talk to him as usual.

Because he was thinking about going to the hospital, Han Ziye's entertainment has been reduced a lot, and he usually won't show up when he can send his men, but there are always occasions where he must go in person.

This evening was a party after the military order meeting, and almost all the top executives of the three major groups of precision, weapons, and Tiangong were dispatched.

The socializing time was too long, and he drank too much wine. He was sent back to Beigong by the driver. He was woken up by the phone in the middle of the night and thought he was in the hospital. bed.

It was Lian Zhi who called, and he didn't need to entertain foreign buyers tonight, so he rarely showed up, saying that he found a remarkable conversation while sorting out the phone recordings at home, and he had to send it to him as soon as possible.

That conversation was exactly the call Zhou Xiaoyu made to Zixi's study room. For work, that phone was set to keep recording all year round.

Listening to the soft voice in the morning, Han Ziye said: "It is my duty to protect the young master's people", as if he had been stabbed in the heart.

It turned out that no matter Tan Xinghe or Zhou Xiaoyu, everyone around him found out that only he was still clinging to the wrong creed and stepping on the sincerity of Qingchen.

He didn't know such things as liking or love before, thinking that it was just an illusion that would create tragedy.He cared about the morning, and hated himself for caring, so he tortured him and himself awkwardly.

However, Qingchen taught him what love is by himself.

Love is willing to do anything for that person, even to die.

He went downstairs and stood at the door of the kitchen, recalling the back view of busy preparing meals for him in the past morning, and thinking of the night when he sat on the floor in the moonlight and wept silently.He squatted down and sat in the same position, looking up at the window, it was a cloudy day, the early winter wind was blowing, and there was no moonlight.

There was no morning in this house, and he suddenly felt the loneliness he hadn't felt since he came to him in the morning. In the huge North Palace, he was the only one sitting here alone, experiencing what regret is.

He thought of the shy smile at him in the wheelchair in the early morning, the beautiful eyes of him still staring at him tightly when he was drunk, the cute look of him being held in his arms at a loss, and he didn't know where to put his hands ...

He already felt happy just relying on memories, he was willing to look at the time in the early morning, which he did not realize, the happiest time in his life, maybe there was no phone call that caused misunderstanding, maybe he could go to the Li checked it out, maybe he wasn't harmed by the entanglements of the previous generation...

He suddenly missed the morning so much that it drove him mad.He ran upstairs desperately to grab the car keys, ran to the garage before he could put on his coat, and drove all the way to the hospital.

The bodyguard at the door saw that his clothes were disheveled, his eyes were red and he burst in with the smell of alcohol, as if he had seen a ghost.

The room was so quiet that no sound could be heard, as if the early morning was just a dead body that didn't even breathe. He was frightened by his momentary thoughts and stopped breathing. He threw himself on the body of the early morning with the cool air of the winter night, and touched the silky soft skin. And the warm cheeks finally couldn't help but growl:

"Wake up quickly! I don't want to wait any longer!"

He buried his face in the warm ears, and the dry pillow sucked the moisture from his eyes.

"Dr. Liu said that as long as you don't want to, you will never wake up again. Why don't you want to wake up? Didn't you say you love me?"

He tightened his arms around his increasingly thin shoulders, his voice full of exhaustion and pain.

"I love you."

He thought that he would never have the chance to say this sentence in this life, but naturally, he said it to the morning.There is no sense of disobedience, and it will not make myself feel ridiculous.He was so sad, if he could have been earlier, he could have been braver...

"I only have you, will you leave me too?"

"Wake up quickly..."

"Wake up quickly..."