Become a leader for three hours a day

Qi Yao was about to wipe Lan Tian's chapped lips, but found that the water in the kettle was empty, so he put down the glass numbly, Qi Yao turned around to fetch water, and walking down the corridor with the kettle in his hand, the phone in his pocket rang stand up.

Qi Yao looked down at the message, thought for a while, turned to the other side, and walked to the elevator.

Qi Yao walked into the elevator, the door of the elevator closed slowly, and Song Qing came out from the stairs facing the elevator door, and walked directly to Lan Tian's ward, Song Qing opened the door, and when she entered, the air The pervasive faint and cool aroma does not have the peculiar smell of disinfectant in the hospital, but it is very fresh.

"Cousin..." Song Qing walked to Lan Tian's window, looked at the sleeping Lan Tian, ​​stretched out his hand to hold Lan Tian's palm, the soft palm was not stiff, Song Qing lifted Lan Tian's quilt, and found that Lan Tian's clothes were also All are well dressed.

Qi Yao, as an untouchable young master, has almost done many things for the blue sky that he has never done before. During this period of time, anyone with a discerning eye can see Qi Yao's silence and gradual weight loss.

Song Qing sat beside Lan Tian, ​​paused for a long time, finally calmed down, took out the waist needle tube that had been prepared a long time ago from his pocket, and plunged it into the ambulatory bottle that was giving Lan Tian an injection.

Biting her lower lip tightly, Song Qing's hands were trembling uncontrollably during the injection, and deep fear and guilt shone in her eyes.

Seeing the medicine in the needle being injected into the vial bit by bit, Song Qing panted like an asthma patient.

After finishing all this, Song Qing rushed out the door, rushed into the public bathroom of the hospital, and quickly threw away the medicine in her hand, like throwing away a hot potato.

Song Qing looked at the needle tube in the trash can, tore a lot of paper and crumpled it up to block it, but took it out very worriedly, and carefully wiped off the marks on the needle tube , placed on the ground and crushed until a pile of debris remained.

Wrapped the debris in paper and threw it into the toilet, Song Qing barely heaved a sigh of relief after flushing everything down.

Song Qing looked at the clean toilet, tears gradually accumulated in his eyes, and he knelt directly on the ground, covering his face and trembling.

"I killed...I killed...I killed people, I killed...Lan Tian, ​​my cousin..." Song Qing spoke incoherently, and finally burst into tears, "Are you satisfied? Are you satisfied? Yet?"

When Song Qing calmed down completely, and her hands didn't tremble with fear, Song Qing stood up, took a breath, and finally opened the door.

However, Song Qing's breathing stopped suddenly when he saw the man in front of him, and he stared blankly at the man in front of him.

Le Feng leaned on the sink, looked at Song Qing who came out with a pale face, smiled innocently, then raised the cigarette in his hand and said: "I always feel that it is too uncomfortable not to smoke in the hospital , at least I can pass the time while waiting for someone who doesn't want to come out of the bathroom."

Song Qing's complexion was obviously very bad. The moment he saw Le Feng, his body began to tremble. This feeling of fear almost permeated his whole body, and he began to tremble uncontrollably.

"Ten percent □□, where did you know about it? Du Niang?" Le Feng extinguished the cigarette and walked towards the other party, "Well, because I was afraid that the measurement would not be enough, I added a little more? Why are you so cute? Do you want to study pharmacy with your brother?"

Song Qing's gaze could no longer turn, and Le Feng's words kept echoing in his ears like a reminder.

"Boy, have you ever thought that you are a murderer? In fact, you can do it more delicately, without showing any traces, but I'm sorry, I discovered you before you were so perfect." Le Feng stretched out his hand accurately. Controlling the back of Song Qing's neck, he pushed Song Qing, "So obediently, come with me, let's talk."

Song Qing was escorted to Lantian's ward by Le Feng. Lantian was as lifeless as ever, lying there ignorant of everything, and the two men in front of Lantian's hospital bed had expressions that no one could match. soft.

"..." Song Qing turned her head to look at Le Feng at the side, and was shocked to notice the same expression as Qi Yao and the others from the depth of Le Feng's expression.

"What are you looking at, boy, should you say something?" Le Feng pushed Song Qing to the middle of the room, and then sat on the sofa in the ward by himself.

Song Qing looked up at the blue sky. The bottle on his arm had been removed and replaced with a new one. I don't know what kind of bottle it is.

He will die, he must die.

Qi Yao will not let him go, and neither will his uncle, he will go to jail and spend his whole life in prison.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I was wrong..." Song Qing became more and more frightened because of her own imagination, her tears kept falling, and she dared not speak.

"Song Qing." Lan Jiangshe's voice was low and hoarse, but it was not with the laziness often noticed, but with deep fear, "Song Qing, we will not blame you, so please ... please tell us ... you tell me everything you know."

Lan Jiangshe was about to collapse, seeing his child lying on the hospital bed day after day, without any symptoms, just lying there motionless.

His bones stiffened, his muscles began to soften, and the lines that were always meticulously maintained gradually began to change shape. If Lan Tian woke up and saw himself like this, he would definitely be unhappy. That child actually has a lot of self-esteem.

As long as he can wake up, Lan Jiangshe is willing to forgive anyone, even exchange his life, as long as he can wake up.

"Please." The powerful man in the shopping mall, with a strong cry in his trembling words, the man who never begged had obviously reached his limit at this time, his spirit was already on the verge of collapse, his eyes were dry, She couldn't shed any tears, but the sad face made anyone feel moved.

Le Feng looked at Lan Jiangshe, and then turned his head to look at Qi Yao. This big boy who was always high-spirited seemed to have died. He was lifeless and had no future. He just lived exactly what he should do every day.

Lan Tian needs a bath, he will prepare, Lan Tian needs to drink water, Lan Tian needs to eat, Lan Tian needs to change her dressing, Lan Tian needs... Lan Tian needs...

Everything about Qi Yao has already revolved around the person on the hospital bed.

Le Feng knew that he couldn't do this, he liked Lan Tian very much, yes, he liked it, as a man's emotional love for another man.

But this kind of feeling, he clearly knows that he can't compare with any of the other two people present, he doesn't think his love for Lan Tian can lose to those two people, but...

When Lan Tian dies, he may be sad, desperate, and experience a painful life, but he will not seek death.

But now there is still hope for Lan Tian, ​​but these two people seem to be dead or dying.

He had no doubt that if the heart of the person on the hospital bed stopped beating and he was declared dead, the souls of the other two people, even if they were still alive in this world, would probably leave with the person on the hospital bed, and what remained here was just a sentence of walking dead .

But who can say for sure if he likes this kind of thing, he wants Lan Tian to wake up, and he has hope for Lan Tian to wake up, believing that he will successfully open his eyes, and then maybe he will start to pursue him.

Lan Tian is a straight guy, um... a pseudo-straight guy, he seems to be getting along with Qi Yao, but he still has to work hard if he wants to pry the corner.

The premise is...

Lan Tian woke up.

"Tell me, Song Qing." Le Feng knew that he was the only one with a clear mind here, "It won't be a big deal, everyone just wants... to know about Lan Tian's situation."

"I..." Song Qing looked up at the crowd, and finally lowered her head, "My name is Song Qing, also called Song Qing, the pine of the pine tree... Song Qing is the other me in the dream, just like the other one in the blue sky dream. Like the cloudy sky, the mountain wind is cloudy."

Song Qing talked a lot, some things that Le Feng knew and guessed, and many things that Song Qing saw and didn't know from Song Qing's perspective, outlined a huge world.

"Song Qing, let me kill Lan Tian." Song Qing said while crying, "I'm scared, but I can't stand it...I can't stand it..."

"What?" Le Feng asked.

"I can't stand that Lan Tian can stay by my father's side, but I can only call my biological father uncle!" Song Qing said loudly, her fragile and almost broken heart wrapped in a broken tone, "I know it's my mother's fault, and my mother didn't You should secretly conceive me behind your father's back, but I really, really..."

Le Feng's eyes widened in shock, and Qi Yao, who had never reacted, turned his eyes fixed on Lan Tian to Song Qing.

"I am father's biological son, why do you have to have an outsider come to occupy the magpie's nest." Song Qing said, "I don't want to kill him, but Song Qing has been tempting me, and has been..."

Le Feng seems to be able to understand something at this time, Song Qing's feelings for Lan Tian, ​​and complex emotions for Lan Tian, ​​I am afraid that Song Qing in the dream, it is also for this reason that he will take action against the so-called God Emperor Sect, and it is only a child against Longing for a father's love? ? ?

It's just this matter, Lan Tian doesn't know...

You have to find a way, just tell Lan Tian it's ok.

Le Feng thought carefully, and suddenly thought of something, his eyes lit up.