Give you youth to bury my love

Bang!

Ji Han punched the wall at the head of the bed. He was so angry that he used so much force that Lu Heng could even hear the sound of his hand bones dislocating.

Looking back, a bloody fist mark appeared on the snow-white wall.

"It's my fucking brain that I've been haunted by you for so many years!" Ji Han gritted his teeth and said, as if he hated those years spent with Lu Heng.

Lu Heng lowered his head, a slender and pale neck protruded from the hospital gown, right in front of Ji Han's eyes, it was extremely fragile, as long as Ji Han stretched out his hand and exerted a little force, it could be broken off.

"Third brother."

Lu Heng thought for a moment and raised his eyes to look at him: "As we agreed at the beginning, you accompany me on a date and pretend to be in love, and we'll just hold hands and hug, okay?"

As long as holding hands and hugging, they have deviated, how could it be like what they said at the beginning?

Ji Han stared at Lu Heng viciously, inexplicably remembering that night he and Xu Zhe went to get a room, fell on the bed, but failed to make it to the end.

That night, Xu Zhe's body, Xu Zhe's temperament, and even Xu Zhe's youthfulness were very similar to Lu Heng's. Xu Zhe was younger and healthier, and much smarter than Lu Heng. But when Ji Han looked at him, what did he do? I can't even get interested.

Just like Guan Xing, even if he is by Ji Han's side now, Ji Han's name is written on the spouse column, and Ji Han's ring is on his hand, but Ji Han still feels that something is missing.

He said he hated Lu Heng to the extreme, but the fact is that that person, who was like a dog's skin plaster, penetrated into his life little by little before he was aware of it, inconspicuous, yet impossible to ignore.

"I only have a little time. I don't have time to distinguish between true and false, and I don't have time to misunderstand or forgive. You want my cornea, and I want an illusory dream. Let's take what we need, okay?"

Lu Heng looked at Ji Han, almost pleading, Ji Han relaxed his body and pressed on Lu Heng, and replied with his usual domineering posture: "Okay, now that the corneal transplant is done, I will have fun with you!"

Lu Heng smiled wryly: "Third brother, this is my only bargaining chip, you know I won't agree."

Once the operation is done, he is a useless waste, who cares about his life?

Ji Han began to obey the agreement and send Lu Heng a text message sooner or later.

The content of the text message is very simple, sometimes only one or two words, sometimes a symbolic expression, which seems perfunctory, but because of the punctual sending every day, it makes people feel a little concerned.

In contrast, Lu Heng replied with a lot of text messages, sometimes it was what he had for breakfast, and sometimes it was a short diary-like essay.

Like a person in love, he holds his mobile phone and happily exchanges what he sees and hears with his lover every day. The little nurse who often comes to the ward rounds sees him like this, and fills up many love stories behind him.

The actual situation is that when he edited those texts, he endured great pain, and tears fell on the screen of the mobile phone, blurring the text, but the corner of his mouth turned up at the moment of sending it out.

It seems that there is really a person guarding the phone, looking forward to his reply, always concerned about whether he is still alive in this world.

The continuous autumn rain fell and winter came. Lu Heng's health became worse and worse. He now takes more medicine than he eats every meal. It is enough for other patients to cover two quilts. He will add another one. Bed electric blanket.

He used to go out to bask in the sun, but now he just wants to lie in a warm bed every day and be a hibernating animal.

With text messages as fun support, Lu Heng didn't make any other demands on Ji Han.

He was terrified by this world, hiding in an inch-sized shell like a snail, watching his life go by in a lonely and calm manner.