born of love

"Here." Sitting beside his bed, Lin Feng took his cold fingers and put them in his hot palms to warm them.

"I'm sorry..." Bai Yuan looked at his lover with tears in his eyes, "I'm just a useless person who can't live without you..."

"If you talk like that again, I'll be really angry." Lin Feng said he was angry, but he didn't speak harshly at all. "Don't be afraid if you're sick. I'm here. It won't be like this when you recover."

"Will you be there all the time?" Bai Yuan tightened his fingers on that hand, staring at him, afraid of getting a negative answer.

"Yes, I will always be here." Lin Feng smoothed his forehead hair with his free hand, leaned over and kissed his forehead, "I will stand by your side when you can stand up, and I will stand next to you if you can't stand up." Standing next to your wheelchair, my baby is so good, how can I be willing to leave?"

Bai Yuan was tired, hugging his neck and not letting go, whispering: "No matter what happens, you won't leave?"

The daughter-in-law lacked a sense of security. Lin Feng thought that he was probably responsible for a large part of the reason. He simply climbed onto the bed, hugged her in his arms with his hands and feet, and followed his spine: "No matter what happens, I never leave."

At that time, the sun was setting in late autumn, and a few yellow leaves were falling outside the window, which was infinitely desolate, but infinitely warm.

After staying in the hospital for two days, Bai Yuan said he wanted to go home. He was thinking about the unfinished manuscript. He hadn't started writing for two days. He had already fallen behind a lot, so once his condition stabilized, he couldn't stay longer. Pulling Lin Feng's sleeves, begging to go home.

Lin Feng had always spoiled him, so he honestly went through the discharge procedures, but said in front of Zhang Ningchen: "You can go home, but if you still write manuscripts day and night, I will resign and go home to watch you!"

Zhang Ningchen, who had a bad temper that night, also knew that Lin Feng was wronged. The two met later and each apologized and explained. It was natural today. Just a phone call, it’s the same to take you to the hospital to watch, anyway, I have to be on duty.”

When the two of them crossed their arms, they had exactly the same resolute attitude on their faces, and Bai Yuan couldn't say anything to refute.

But if you don't catch up with the schedule, how can you finish writing?Bai Yuan was worried all the way back home.He had something on his mind, so he was absent-minded in everything he did, and he didn't even hear Lin Feng calling him.

"What?" He came back to his senses, looked at his lover full of worry, and smiled apologetically, "I was distracted just now, what did you say?"

"I said," Lin Feng pulled his wheelchair closer to himself, and asked, "Why are you so eager to pick up work all of a sudden? I remember you said that you can't catch up with the story, and you can only write well when you want to write." story."

Bai Yuan twisted his ten fingers on his legs and refused to speak.

Lin Feng stood up looking sad, and turned his back: "If you don't want to say it, I won't force you..."

There was an artificial sadness in that voice, but now Bai Yuan's whole heart was hung on him, and when he saw this, he immediately rushed over and wrapped his arms around his waist: "It's not like this!"

Lin Feng was amused in his heart, so he broke free from the fragile embrace and squatted down to look at him at the same level: "What's that like?"

"In the restaurant that day, that woman not only said I was gay," Bai Yuan lowered his eyes, his voice full of bitterness.The sharp sword of language that day scratched his heart. Although time has passed and the wound has healed, the scars are still there, and opening up the memories of that day is tantamount to filling new wounds on old wounds. "She said that a disabled person, regardless of Being with anyone is a burden, I don't want to be your burden, maybe I will never be able to return to the way it was before in this life, but I want to work hard to not be a burden..."

Lin Feng didn't expect that a bad word from a passer-by could leave Bai Yuan with such hurt in his heart that day, and even his body was covered with scars. He knelt down on one knee, hugged the person and buried him in his chest: "Silly Xiaoyuan, when will you Is it a drag?"

"I've been making rice worms at home all day, you're so tired from work, and you still have to take care of me when you come back," Bai Yuan choked up, "Isn't this a drag, what is it?"

"It's not me who takes care of you, it's you who take care of me!" Lin Feng kissed him on the side of the ear, and comforted him softly, "Without you, I wouldn't look forward to going home so much when I was drawing in the studio until my back hurts. Without you, there would not be a single light in this city for me. Without you, who cares who I am?

Taking care not only refers to the body, but also the psychology. I always feel that when I fall in love with you, you are taking care of me. You take care of my emotions and take care of my diet and daily life. Ah Yuan, it’s not what you imagined. You are sick, it’s just like this That's all. "

The lover's words are more effective than anything else, Bai Yuan's depressed mood eased a lot, but he frowned again: "But, we have agreed on the deadline..."

Neither of them wanted to accept the liquidated damages. Lin Feng rolled his eyes and said with a smile, "I have a way..."

There is still half a month before the deadline, and Editor Tang feels that something is wrong. The reason why he is willing to cooperate with Bai Yuan is not only because this boy who just graduated from university has delicate writing and novel stories, but also because he never procrastinates. The draft, the last published book was handed over to him a whole month in advance, and proofread without a single typo.

This is the writing circle of the uncle in writing, it is like a clear stream.

But this time is different, the deadline is at the end of the month, but there is no news from Bai Yuan, Editor Tang is a little restless, this time the manuscript is urgent, and the person who requested the manuscript is not small. Can't afford to offend.

After thinking about it, he decided to call Bai Yuan and ask.

When the phone was connected, Editor Tang coughed twice, and said in a standard and polite voice, "Hello, is this Mr. Bai Yuan? I'm Editor Tang from Yangzi Publishing House."

"Hello, Editor Tang..."

The voice on the other end of the phone was weak, and it took a breath to say two words, which made Editor Tang feel tense, and asked, "Mr. Bai, what's wrong with you? Are you okay now?"

"Well, I'm sick and have a fever..." Bai Yuan answered with difficulty, "Editor Tang, what's the matter?"

"Ah, it's nothing." Editor Tang choked back the reminder, after all, according to the sound on the phone, Bai Yuan was still seriously ill. He pondered for a while, then suddenly said, "Mr. Bai is in the hospital now. Or at home? Let me go and see you!"

"No need, it's nothing..." Bai Yuan's voice was full of surprise, and his breathing was obviously a little short, "I'm too much trouble for you..."

"No trouble, no trouble." Editor Tang just confirmed his illness. After all these years of infiltrating the literary world, he has seen too many methods of delaying manuscripts when the deadline is approaching. In fact, he still doesn't believe it. "This is what I should do. Send me your address, and I will definitely be there."

"OK then……"

Bai Yuan hung up the phone and saw her husband looking at him with folded arms, and felt a burst of blush: "What are you looking at me for?"

"Daughter-in-law, you shouldn't be writing stories," Lin Feng said with a serious face mixed with jokes, "You should act out stories."

In view of the fact that he hid something important from his lover, Bai Yuan bowed his head with guilt.

"Is he coming soon?" Lin Feng didn't intend to make any entanglements on this issue, and asked, "You have been sitting for a long time, can you go to bed and lie down for a while?"

Seeing that his wife had no objection, he pushed the wheelchair to the bathroom. No matter what, he had to urinate first before going back to the bedroom.

Although Bai Yuan no longer has a fever, there is still inflammation in his body, he still has difficulty urinating, and he is an awkward child who loves cleanliness, and he doesn't want to solve it on the bed, Lin Feng has no choice but to let him wrap his arm around his arm He held the armrest by the toilet with one hand to stabilize his body, and then reached out to knead his lower abdomen, which had already lost muscle.

"Ah..." Bai Yuan felt a throbbing pain, and subconsciously bit Lin Feng's shoulder, "Don't...it hurts..."

"I can't stop," Lin Feng felt distressed, so he let him bite his shoulder, thinking in his heart, it was better than biting himself, and kept moving his hands, "It will be fine soon, just bear with it."

It took a long time until there was the sound of pattering water, and Bai Yuan was already so tired that he was hanging on his husband's shoulder like a slump of mud.

Because the urinary tract infection has not healed yet, the diapers can no longer be used. Lin Feng cleaned up his lower body, and simply lifted his pants and carried him to the bed. It's up to you to kill yourself."

With a submissive smile, Bai Yuan closed his eyes: "Sleep for a while, remember to call me when Editor Tang is here."

Editor Tang's surname is Tang Minghan, and it is the first time he has set foot in such a high-end community for five years. He is envious and feels logical.That’s right, if I hadn’t come from a wealthy family, I wouldn’t have been to so many places, and it wouldn’t be easy for me to have the vision and ability to integrate what I saw and heard into the novel.

The elevator stopped on the thirteenth floor, and according to the house number sent by Bai Yuan's text message, he rang the doorbell.

"Mr. Bai, I'm Tang Han." He said.

After a while, the door opened, and a tall and handsome man stood inside the door: "It's Editor Tang, thank you for coming to see Xiaoyuan."

"Ah, it's not too far away," Tang Han entered the house politely, and looked around, "Where's Mr. Bai? How's his illness?"

"It's not very good..." Lin Feng lowered his head, a little depressed, "I haven't gotten up for several days, he is just stubborn and doesn't want to go to the hospital."

Are these words true or false? Lin Feng was the first to lead the way for fear of revealing his expression, and led them to the master bedroom. When he pushed open the door, he called out softly, "Xiao Yuan?"

"Hmm..." Bai Yuan snorted and woke up from his sleep.

Not daring to open the curtains at once, Lin Feng only opened the half away from Bai Yuan to let the sunlight shine into the room, Tang Han could see clearly the furnishings in the room and the person on the bed.

The last time I saw Bai Yuan was at the end of last year. The two sat in a coffee shop and signed the contract for the last book. At that time, Bai Yuan was still healthy. Although he was thin, he was full of sunshine and full of energy.