born of love

In less than a year, Tang Han almost didn't know him anymore: the furnishings in the room were not many, simple and elegant, and there was an electric wheelchair near the head of the bed. It can be seen that the exposed arms are too tight to be grasped. The young man has long since lost his original healthy appearance, his face is as pale as paper, and his eyes rolled around. Only then did he see himself, propping up his arms as if about to sit up, But he lost his strength and fell back, sweating immediately from the pain.

"Lie down!" Tang Han hurriedly put down the things in his hands, and stopped him from trying again, "Why are you so sick?"

"Editor Tang doesn't know yet. Xiao Yuan fell seriously ill at the beginning of the year and stayed in the hospital for a month." Lin Feng put a cushion behind him, helping Bai Yuan sit up halfway, saving him the strength to support himself "Maybe I was very tired a few days ago. I had a high fever and stayed in the hospital for a few days. I just came back today."

Seeing the actions of these two people, Tang Han also understood Lin Feng's identity, and he apologized: "I just found out, I'm really sorry."

"Don't blame Editor Tang," Bai Yuan waved his hand, "I don't want to say anything, how do you know?"

The two exchanged a few words, and Bai Yuan felt a little tired and out of breath. It wasn't that he was showing off his acting skills, it was that he was really tired. Although his legs hadn't been anesthetized for some time, he always felt numb during this time. It was numb, it was hard to move his ankles, and sometimes he couldn't even feel his legs. In this state, coupled with the high fever of urinary tract infection and the fact that he had hardly eaten anything these days, he relied on drips of glucose to maintain energy. After talking for a while, I felt my eyes darken.

Tang Han knew the current affairs, so he stood up and said, "Mr. Bai is tired, take a good rest first, I will come to see you sometime."

"Don't bother Editor Tang," Bai Yuan waved his hands again and again, showing embarrassment, "It's just that I haven't started writing for a few days, I'm afraid that manuscript..."

"No hurry, no hurry," Tang Han said hurriedly, "You should get well first, and the manuscript is not busy."

When the scheme succeeded, Bai Yuan stopped being polite, closed his eyes and panted heavily, opened his eyes and frowned when he heard Lin Feng sent someone out and then came back: "I agreed so quickly, I thought it would take some trouble."

"Isn't it better to promise quickly?" Lin Feng rubbed his head, and sat next to him with a bowl of porridge.

"It's good, but I always feel something's wrong," Bai Yuan rubbed his temples, not wanting to eat, "One day late to hand in the manuscript, he will get the money one day late, how could it be so happy?"

"Don't think about it if you don't understand it," Lin Feng put a mouthful of porridge to his mouth, "Anyway, you give me a good rest, and I won't be able to stay day and night like before when I'm sick!"

Bai Yuan has been taught many times about this matter in the past few days, so naturally he didn't refuse at this time, he opened his mouth to take the porridge, and suddenly he straightened up and touched Lin Feng's stomach.

"Hmm..." Lin Feng frowned and snorted.

"Stomach pain again?" Bai Yuan also frowned, trying to get out of bed to get stomach medicine, but he lost his balance and fell on Lin Feng's lap, almost spilling the porridge.

"Hey, my little ancestor," Lin Feng quickly put the porridge aside and helped him up, "I'm fine..."

"It's okay!" Bai Yuan glanced at him, "It's okay now, if you don't take it seriously, it will be fine!"

Speaking like a tongue twister, Lin Feng smiled: "Then you eat half a bowl, and I will take medicine."

"Don't make trouble!" Bai Yuan's voice was anxious, "I don't know what's wrong with me? It really hurts in a while!"

Lin Feng wouldn't tell him that he had already been in pain, he was still holding the porridge with a smile, and just looked at Bai Yuan without saying a word.

Reluctantly opening his mouth, Bai Yuan reluctantly swallowed half a bowl and then pushed his husband to take stomach medicine.

"Xiaoyuan loves my husband so much!" Lin Feng's heart was so tender, he hugged someone and laughed while taking the medicine, but he still had doubts, "How do you know that I have a stomachache again?"

He really couldn't figure it out, obviously he was covering up very well, and he didn't have any expressions or movements.

"When your stomach hurts, your abdominal muscles will tighten. When I touch your left arm, you will draw it in and put it on your stomach." Bai Yuan lay on his side with his arms around him, and put one hand on the hot water bottle before letting go Rubbing on Lin Feng's stomach, "Your eyebrows will wrinkle, for fear that I will find out, and you will let go after a while of wrinkling. When your stomach hurts, you will make many small movements. I remember them all, and I can see them all."

The light was soft, Lin Feng leaned over and pressed a kiss between Bai Yuan's lips, without saying the word "I love you".

When Tang Han came out of Bai Yuan's house, he was also taken aback for a moment. He had just agreed to postpone the deadline so smoothly, but only after he came out did he realize that this matter is not up to him!

After thinking about it, he still took out his mobile phone and called the person who asked for the manuscript: "Mr. Ling? I have something to admit to you."

When the person on the other end of the phone heard his report, he asked in a little surprise, "Is he sick?"

"It's really sick," Tang Han replied hastily, "I went to visit."

The person on the phone pondered for a while, Tang Han was about to break out in cold sweat, and was about to continue explaining a few words, when he heard the person's voice cold: "Since you are sick, please postpone it, the time is not important, the important thing is to write people."

After finishing speaking, he hung up the phone, and Tang Han breathed a sigh of relief.

The matter was finally settled.

He still remembers the appearance of this man when he came to him. Although he looked like a college student, he was dressed in limited editions of famous brands. Tang Han stayed in Binhai City for several years, and rich people have seen some , but he has no fear of this kind of obviously rich second-generation boy. What really makes him a little scared are the four big and round bodyguards behind this boy.

The drafter said that his surname was Ling, and he wanted to publish the biography of his recently deceased grandfather from Fei. The materials had already been sorted out, and only one person was missing.

This kind of work is the one that lacks the most people to do. Tang Han could never have imagined why this seemingly wealthy and noble boy found this humble small publishing house to which he belonged, and found himself.

"I read the novel you published a few days ago," the young man took a book from the bodyguard behind him, "I want him to write it, is there a problem?"

That book was naturally Bai Yuan's novel. Tang Hanxin said that it was a fan mentality, and seeing the salary written in the contract, his eyes lit up and he agreed.

That's why Bai Yuan called him that day and he introduced him to work.

Coincidentally, that day he was thinking about how to talk to Bai Yuan about the old days to attract this business, and Bai Yuan came to him by himself, and Tang Han happily left the job, thinking that it would be so easy to make money, Just as I was about to celebrate, I found out that the man was ill.

After leaving the community, Tang Han turned his head to look at the location of Bai Yuan's house, shook his head, and sighed for his innocence: I know, money is not easy to earn for rich people!

Time passed day by day, and with the excuse of being sick, Bai Yuan postponed the deadline for a month and a half, and finished writing under Lin Feng's supervision.

The manuscript was handed over to Editor Tang for review and proofreading, and Bai Yuan really gave himself a holiday before the Spring Festival, so he realized that Lin Feng was wrong.

This person has just signed the studio, and the last work has also been published. He should be busy with the next work, but he has time to watch himself at home every day. He goes to work from nine to five, and goes home early Cooking for himself is not in line with Lin Feng's personality of working hard.

This day, Lin Feng accompanied him to the hospital for reexamination. After the two came out from Doctor Liu, they didn't go directly to the rehabilitation room. Bai Yuan used the excuse that his chest was stuffy and he couldn't breathe, so he wanted to go outside for a walk.Lin Feng thought that the air pressure was really low these days, and it was rare to have a good weather, so he followed Bai Yuan's wishes, and after dressing warmly, the two walked to the park outside the inpatient department.

The atmosphere was rare silence, Bai Yuan didn't make a sound, neither did Lin Feng, the two just walked and sat, each with their own thoughts.

"Afeng, what's on your mind recently?" Bai Yuan pulled down the scarf and exposed his mouth, thinking about it, and asked cautiously.

"No!" Lin Feng subconsciously retorted, "Why do you ask that?"

"Recently, it doesn't look like your work is going well," Bai Yuan hesitated. His intuition has always been accurate, but he didn't dare to prick his lover's nerves rashly. "Is there something wrong with the new comics?"

Bai Yuan guessed right. Not only did Lin Feng's new comics not go well, he was actually downgraded from an artist to an assistant to another artist because of his lack of click-through rate. This is due to the editor's opinion that his last work was quite popular. face.But Lin Feng didn't intend to tell Bai Yuan that his daughter-in-law had already begun to feel that he was dragging her down. If she did, she might think too much, and he couldn't take the risk.

"No, don't think about it," he took a deep breath, and lied, "It's true that the click-through rate is not as high as the previous work, but it's normal. After all, there are not many pages of content. After a certain amount of accumulation, it will be fine. .”

Bai Yuan never thought that Lin Feng would start to comfort him when he asked casually, but after spending nearly two years with him day and night, he understood him to the bone, and naturally understood that things were far from simple. After thinking about it, he used a very He said in a relaxed tone: "It's okay, anyway, if no one likes it, I'll buy it all, and I just don't want to let others see it!"

Hearing this, Lin Feng couldn't help rubbing his head with a smile: "You want me to eat soft food?"

Turning the wheelchair to face him, Bai Yuan was very serious this time: "Honey, I'm serious, there is no artist who is loved by everyone as soon as he leaves school, let's take our time, one day your paintings will be loved by everyone." Your design will be a hit!"

"Okay, then you also promise me, don't worry about what you have and what you don't have." Lin Feng knelt down and pinched his face, and said with a smile, "Now we should go to the rehabilitation, or next time, Doctor Liu scold me again."

Counting the "serious illness" at the beginning of January, Bai Yuan has been hospitalized three times this year, and has been in a wheelchair for almost a year. Although he started rehabilitation in March, due to the sharp decline in cardiopulmonary function, he has already I have stopped for many days. Recently, it is said to be rehabilitation, but in fact it is passively stretching the muscles and bones to prevent the increasingly frequent spasms.