A pity for the same disease, long illness becomes O

In the rushing stream, two lonely duckweeds, the chance of them meeting is only one in a million.

But once they meet, they will grow together intertwined, no matter how the torrent washes and tears them, they will never separate again.

Cheng Xilie and Li Jin embraced each other in the darkest place of the research center, like two duckweeds finally meeting each other.

What is entangled and tied together is not only loneliness, but also the fiery emotions of teenagers.

Simple, fiery, clean and pure as crystal, sparkling like gold.

The door light of the isolation room flickered, the door opened, and Dean Liu stood at the door.

"It's time, you have to go."

Cheng Xilie's body trembled slightly, shaking its wings like a frightened butterfly, which was heartbreakingly gorgeous.

Li Jin carefully helped Cheng Xilie to lie down, and whispered softly in his ear: "Don't be afraid, wait for me."

Li Jin walked back to the door, but did not go out: "Dean, I want to stay."

Dean Liu's eyes were like light bulbs: "How can this be done!"

"Dean, if you send me out now, I can get myself back in within 10 minutes, but if that happens, the research center will report another violent incident. I'm afraid it's not good for everyone."

Li Jin's calm tone was chilling, as if he was using the lightest strokes to paint the most tragic picture, and the lighter it became, the more frightening it became.

Dean Liu has seen Li Jin's medical examination report. His A value is two points higher than the violent crime index. He has not lost control over the years. He is also grateful for his illness. If he is stimulated, the security center may not be able to control him. he.

Dean Liu tightly held the sedative in his hand, quickly thinking about countermeasures.

"Li Jin, your mother sent you to me for treatment. You didn't do anything wrong, and I locked you in the isolation room. I can't explain it. Even if you want to stay, you have to give it to your mother first. Make a phone call and don't make him worry, right?" Dean Liu advised him kindly.

Li Jin took out his phone, but there was no signal.

"There is a shield inside, so you come out first, and then go back to accompany him after you come out to make a phone call, okay?" Dean Liu smiled kindly and spoke kindly.

By the wall outside the isolation room 109, a row of people had already ambushed, waiting for Li Jin to subdue him as soon as he came out.

Li Jin looked back at the lifeless Cheng Xilie who was lying on the bed, gritted his teeth and threw the phone out: "Please tell Dean Liu, my mother will understand."

Dean Liu glanced to the side.

"Be careful, there are people behind the door." Cheng Xilie said hoarsely and anxiously.

Li Jin quickly took two steps back, grabbed the metal buckle that he had just untied on the bed, pressed the sharp lock pin against his own carotid artery, and threatened viciously at the person who tried to rush in: "Don't move."

Dean Liu gasped and stopped suddenly.

"Close the door." Li Jin said.

"Li Jin..." Cheng Xilie wanted him to leave, but his throat was choked by the turbulent emotion, and his eyes were red.

Li Jin retreated to his side, touched his bald head: "I said, I will accompany you."

"Dean Liu." Li Jin said loudly to the outside, "I just stay here and won't cause you any trouble. I hope the dean can forgive me."

Dean Liu began to sweat again, feeling that he was in a dilemma, riding a tiger.

The supervisor quietly leaned into the dean's ear: "We have many ways to get him out, but as Mr. Li, if he gets injured... I think we should contact the parents."

The door of 109 slowly closed.

Li Jin was locked inside, but he was as happy as if he had just been released.

He carefully unfastened Cheng Xilie's straitjacket.

As soon as Cheng Xilie could move his hands, he pulled out the tubes on his feet. Those tubes were drawing his blood, and the center was using them for research.

In order to prevent patients from violent self-harm, the isolation room even has a soft floor, but the bed is cold and hard.

Cheng Xilie's body was as cold as ice, his eye sockets were deeply sunken, his eyes were gray and lifeless, his eyelashes were black and blue, and his chapped lips were bleeding, like a refugee who had just been rescued.

He struggled to get up, his blood was not flowing smoothly after being restrained for too long, and he fell down just as his feet stepped on the ground, Li Jin half supported and half hugged the ground to stabilize his body.

After taking off the straitjacket, only a layer of unlined clothing remained on Cheng Xilie's body, Li Jin took off his coat and wrapped him inside.

I haven't seen him for a few days, and Cheng Xilie has become even thinner. His snow-white skin tightly wraps his bones. The neckline of his single clothes is wide open, and his slender collarbone is very prominent. He is wearing a coat, which is empty.

The two sat next to each other on the ground, Li Jin lifted up his skirt, and put Cheng Xilie's bare feet directly on his stomach to keep warm.

Cheng Xilie retreated apologetically and anxiously, but was pulled back by Li Jin: "Don't move."

Cheng Xilie shook his eyelashes a few times, but obediently did not move, letting Li Jin hold his feet in his arms, where it was as hot as a fire.

"This end..." Li Jin looked at the gnashing wound on Cheng Xilie's head, and stretched out his hand to touch it, but found that his hand was shaking uncontrollably.

"I got hit by a stick during the fight, it was too messy, and I don't know who hit it." Cheng Xilie smiled indifferently, met Li Jin's solemn gaze, and felt like a little claw in his heart, quickly grabbed him one time.

"It's been stitched up, it's just a trauma, it looks scary, but it heals quickly." Cheng Xilie explained, not his usual lazy look, and his tone was a little anxious.

Li Jin's slightly trembling hand, as if he was afraid of hurting him, hesitated, but finally he didn't touch the wound, but just touched his round head: "Oh, it's quite smooth."

Cheng Xizheng touched it himself: "It's quite like a marinated egg, but it's a pity you threw away your phone, otherwise you must commemorate it."

Li Jin pulled Cheng Xilie's clothes tightly, leaned forward slightly, looked into his eyes and asked, "Why are you fighting?"

Cheng Xilie was warmed by his gaze, as if in his cold world, there would be warmth from now on.

His nose was a bit blocked, and his voice was muffled: "Xiaohui..."

Li Jin understood.

Although Cheng Xizheng was in a difficult situation, he grew up in this dangerous and dirty place, and he has always been well versed in the way of survival.

He made fun of the overlords in Area A. If it was because of himself, he must have a better solution.

But they stretched out their paws to Xiaohui without knowing the heights of the heavens and the depths of the earth.

That cute boy with big round eyes is Cheng Xilie's fuse, which will explode at the touch of a button.

"How is he?"

Cheng Xilie shook his head: "I only know that such a serious injury cannot be treated here. The emergency center was taken away. When he was taken away to the hospital outside, the funding agency will be responsible. When he was taken away, his head was covered with blood."

"I'm sorry." Li Jin couldn't help apologizing as he looked at Cheng Xilie's eyes full of pain.

Cheng Xilie raised her eyes, looked at Li Jin and asked, "What are you doing? What does it have to do with you?"

Li Jin sighed annoyedly: "I should guard you, okay, go home!"

"Stop thinking about it, you have no obligation, and we are nothing like you."

As soon as Cheng Xilie said that, he regretted it, and Li Jin tried his best to find him. It would be too ungrateful to speak like this.

Sure enough, Li Jin fell silent all of a sudden.

"I... didn't mean that." Cheng Xilie looked at Li Jin's expression with a guilty conscience, "I'm sorry..."

"I've already pierced my heart, what's the use of being sorry?" Li Jin turned his head and ignored him.

The tenacious weed, like being beaten by frost, drooped its head and was decadent.

Cheng Xilie likes to scratch his head when he is distressed, but now that he scratches it, his head is bald and his hair is gone, making him even more distressed.

Grasping Kong's hand moved down along the back of the head, skimming over the sensitive glands. It was given a forced electric shock yesterday, and I don't know if it is broken.

Cheng Xilie closed his eyes and concentrated.

A burst of fragrance like melting snow drifted out from the scarred glands, obediently lingering around Li Jin.

Li Jin's depression, anxiety, panic, and all other negative emotions were completely washed away by that fragrance. He felt like he was in a glacier valley, and he felt the comfort of purifying his soul.

Li Jin was fascinated by the smell.

Suddenly a voice exploded in his ear, which startled him: "Is this kind of apology really sincere?"

Li Jin opened his eyes, and he had already climbed onto the person, sniffed at the person's neck, and seemed to rub it twice intoxicated.

Uh ~

It took only two and a half days for her to recover, but once she returned to Cheng Xilie's side, she started to go crazy again.

Li Jin felt that he was so wretched.

Obscenely perverted.

It's too perverted to be able to stop.

Very ill.

He sat up straight with a blushing face, pretending to look around: "Damn, this isolation room is quite big."

"Pfft!" Cheng Xilie laughed, "Do you know what an awkward chat is?"

Li Jin scratched his head and giggled, it was really awkward...

Cheng Xilie's lips were a little severely cracked, and small drops of blood would ooze out every time he smiled.

"Is there any water here? You need to replenish water." Li Jin looked at him and said.

"Water is only provided twice a day, and it won't be available until night." Cheng Xilie licked his lips, his mouth was dry, and there was no saliva.

"What kind of fascist act is this!" Li Jin was angrily.

"Brother, I'm in confinement. What kind of treatment do you want? Good food and drink for you?"

"Then this is too inhumane!"

"I warned you not to come, but I didn't listen. Now I know it's inhumane."

"Who will save you if I don't come?"

"For so many years, I myself..." Cheng Xizheng swallowed half of his snarky words, "You are the Guanyin master who saves the suffering, okay? Who told you not to show up earlier?"

The temperament of young people is always stubborn and refuses to give in. Like that, it breaks their strength of character and their tolerance, and admits that they are soft and cowardly buns, which is worse than killing him.

Cheng Xilie didn't continue to speak harshly, because when he first saw Li Jin rushing over to protect him recklessly, his heart was already softened into a ball of cake, sweet and soft, and exploded in his brain.

Cheng Xilie felt that abnormalities might also be contagious.

Otherwise, let's just change together, at least have a companion.