The flowers on the Moshang slowly return

11

This may be the most depressing Spring Festival that Qin Cang has ever lived. There is no joy at all, only the overwhelming heaviness.

On New Year's Eve, the medical staff got off work early, and those who could be discharged had completed the discharge procedures two days before, and the whole ward was deserted.

Qin Cang rubbed his face at the door, and kept cheering himself up: Qin Cang, you can't fall down, what should Ziqian do if you fall down.

It has been nearly two months since Wen Ziyi's funeral, and Wen Ziqian's second operation did not work well.Complete loss of sensation below the chest, accompanied by severe neuralgia and cramping.On the right hand, only the index finger and thumb retain grip strength, and the other three fingers have tactile pain, but they cannot be controlled, curled up and cannot be straightened.

The second operation, because the body was too weak, was complicated by pneumonia after the operation, which almost killed Wen Ziqian.

After finally returning from the gate of hell, people seem to have lost their souls, losing their emotions and desires.

Qin Cang tried his best, pretended to be a fool, pretended to be a clown, and tried his best to make him happy.

He guarded Wen Ziqian almost 24 hours a day. He dared to sleep only when that person fell asleep, and he would wake up immediately when that person woke up.

He didn't dare to leave Wen Ziqian half a step, firstly, he was afraid that the Pan family would make trouble again, and secondly, he was afraid that Wen Ziqian would be overwhelmed.

"Are you awake?" Qin Cang twisted a hot towel to help him wipe his face, "Do you want to sit for a while?"

Wen Ziqian's psychological pressure was too great, and he suffered from frequent episodes of neuralgia, tormenting him day and night, which made it difficult for him to fall asleep, and occasionally sleeping soundly for an hour or two was a luxury.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he felt a bone-eating pain coming from his lower body. He scratched his heart and lungs in pain, but he couldn't locate where the pain was, and he didn't even know where to start when he rubbed it.

"Hmm..." He gritted his teeth, the pain was so severe that his face was grim and cold sweat was pouring down.

"Qin Cang..." He couldn't stand the pain anymore, he stretched out his left hand and said, "Help me...it hurts..."

Qin Cang hurriedly bent down, let him wrap his neck around him, carefully helped him sit up, and leaned against the pillow.

Wen Ziqian grabbed the railing beside the bed with one hand, watched Qin Cang knead his unconscious legs, and then showed him pinching his toes.

"Is it better?" Qin Cang rubbed hard.

Maybe it was a psychological effect, he had to watch Qin Cang pinch the toes of his feet, and the heart-piercing pain would slowly disappear.

When the phantom limb pain dissipated, Wen Ziqian's clothes were drenched as if washed with water.

Qin Cang put his arms around him and helped him change a suit of clothes, and helped him to sit up firmly.He has to put his shoulders against the pillow to feel safe. Even if he is leaning on something, he always feels that he is sitting on a round ball, and he has to support his left hand so as not to fall to the side.

He didn't wear pants, but white diapers were wrapped between his legs, and a changing mat was placed under his body.

Qin Cang skillfully unbuttoned the diaper, supported his legs with one hand, raised his hips, and quickly pulled off the diaper with the other hand to shoot into the trash basket in the corner, with 100% hits.

Wen Ziqian's pubic hair was cleanly shaved, and his fair cock hung his head to one side.He was a person with a shallow face, but now he wanted to spread his legs apart, showing his shame at a glance.

He turned his head away, his chest constricted and he couldn't breathe.

Qin Cang helped him change it seven or eight times a day, and practice made perfect. He pulled out one from the head of the bed and unfolded it with one hand.

"Do you want to watch TV?" Qin Cang smiled, and before Wen Ziqian agreed, he turned on the TV, tuned a cartoon and watched it with relish.

From the beginning to the end, Wen Ziqian leaned back, silent.He looked out of the window, seeing the fireworks in the distance.

fireworks?By the way... Today is New Year's Eve, and the new year is here...

"Qin Cang..." He suddenly supported his body, trying to straighten his back, but he couldn't straighten his back even though he tried his best. "I want to watch the fireworks."

Qin Cang hurriedly said: "Okay, okay, let's go to the top floor to have a look."

He wrapped all the clothes he could wear around Wen Ziqian's body, and carried him up to the rooftop.

As soon as it got dark, excited people began to light firecrackers, crackling from all directions, making the silent winter night lively.

"Crack", huge fireworks bloomed in front of my eyes and disappeared.

Wen Ziqian looked into the distance and said, "Qin Cang, I want to sit on the rooftop..."

"No, no, it's too dangerous."

Wen Ziqian pointed to the rooftop and insisted: "After lying down for so long, it's been a long time since I saw a distant view...Qin Cang..." He looked at the height of the platform and smiled bitterly: "The previous height... I can even lift my legs up...now...I can't sit up on my own..."

Qin Cang was most afraid that he would be a dead end, so he hugged him tightly and let him sit on the platform with his legs hanging outside, and the abyss was beneath his feet.

"Look how beautiful the fireworks are..." Wen Ziqian smiled palely, and looked into the distance contentedly.

Qin Cang looked over and nodded, "Yes, it's very beautiful."

"Unfortunately, it disappeared too quickly..." Wen Ziqian said softly, looking at the night sky, the fireworks were splendid, and he would have such a splendid future, but now, only his dilapidated body remained.

"I also want to set off fireworks." Wen Ziqian said with a smile.

Qin Cang said: "The hospital doesn't allow it."

"I want to set off fireworks..." During this time, Wen Ziqian had been in a bad state of mind, moody, and especially obsessed with certain things.

Qin Cang knew that if he was not satisfied today, he would not give up.

He carried Wen Ziqian down and put him on the chair. When he left, he reminded him: "Wait for me obediently, I'll be right back."

After Wen Ziqian was injured, he only used the tone of coaxing a child, as if Wen Ziqian fell into a fool instead of a paraplegic.

Wen Ziqian watched his running back until he disappeared from sight, then turned his head to look at the fireworks in the distance again.

The colorful light fell on his eyes and became fragmented. On this winter night of saying goodbye to the old and welcoming the new, the hustle and bustle in the distance seemed even more desolate on the silent roof.

Wen Ziqian thought of his childhood and his mother, and suddenly smiled in the joy of his fantasy.The clothes on his body were thick, so when he fell to the ground, he didn't feel much pain.

It was difficult for him to climb, and the young man with strong agility could only squirm slowly on the ground.He could only use his chin to exert strength, and crawled towards the edge of the roof bit by bit.

He never thought that in his lifetime, the short distance of less than five meters would be like a gap to him.When he was exhausted, he looked back and saw that he had only climbed three or two steps.

He couldn't help laughing "hehe", tears pierced his cheeks in the cold air, Zixuan flashed in his mind, she walked into the ward with her head down, stood silently by the bed, she kept crying, "Crackling" kept falling.

He stretched out his hand, trying to wipe away his sister's tears, but was avoided by her.At that moment, he wanted to take out his heart and let everyone see clearly.

He said: "Zixuan...I don't have Tweeter Yi...I didn't harm him...he is my younger brother...I won't harm him...no..." He was looking forward to it in his heart, looking forward to it Zixuan can trust him.

Zixuan just cried, his throat was hoarse, and he said slowly: "I hate you...I hate you..."

Wen Ziqian only felt the last sliver of desire to survive, and it was shattered by the blow. He felt that it was meaningless for him to live like this.

He was panting on the ground, his hands were numb from the cold ground, his chin was bleeding, and finally climbed to the edge, the protective platform was like a high wall, he looked up his neck but found that it was not so easy to die .

He couldn't stand up, couldn't climb up at all, and it was a luxury to climb over the protective platform.

Someone picked him up and held him in his arms, only then did he realize that the man was trembling non-stop, shaking like chaff.

"My heart was restless along the way, so I turned back." Qin Cang almost choked up: "How could you do this? How could you deceive me like this? If you climb over that step, you will be relieved, what about me? You want to let me Am I living in deep self-blame all my life? You can't be so selfish! You can't just leave me like this! You can't..."

He hugged Wen Ziqian tightly, buried his face in his neck, could no longer control the fear in his heart, and burst into tears.

Wen Ziqian was hugged tightly by him, looking up at the sky, tears streaming down his face. "I didn't hurt Wen Ziyi...he pushed me...I just grabbed him instinctively...but why no one believed me..."

Qin Cang said loudly: "I believe it! I believe it! I have always believed it." He hugged Wen Ziqian tightly, fearing that he would disappear suddenly, buried his face in his shoulder, tears and snot falling down uncontrollably He fell, and said hoarsely: "I didn't protect you well, I didn't guard you, if you are in pain, hit me, hit me."

As he spoke, he took Wen Ziqian's hand and slapped himself on the face. Wen Ziqian burst into tears and cried, "Fool, what does it matter to you?"

Qin Cang howled like a pig: "Anyway, if you don't want to live, I can't stop you. If you want to live in frustration, then I will accompany you. We can't be born in the same year, the same month, and the same day, but we want to live and die in the same year, the same month, and the same day. "

Wen Ziqian looked at Qin Cang's face covered with tears and snot, and said with tears streaming down his face, "You think you're playing a young and Dangerous boy, why are you begging to die if you're alive and well, are you stupid..."

Qin Cang was crying until the sky was dark and trembling. In the end, Wen Ziqian patted him on the back and comforted him, "Don't cry, I won't die, I won't die."

Qin Cang choked up and said, "Ziqian, I'm really afraid of losing you, grandpa, grandma, dad... how many times do I have to go through it? Is it enough? I'm scared, I think I'll never see you again in this life , My heart is in pain, Ziqian, just let me cry, let me cry..."

Wen Ziqian had stopped crying at first, but when he saw him howling again, he couldn't hold back and started crying too.This cry is out of control.

The sky is drizzling, bit by bit.

Two teenagers hug each other and cry in the lonely rainy night.The strength that I worked hard to create is riddled with holes in reality. The cold wind blows away my body temperature, and I feel very cold, from body to heart.

But the teenagers who hugged each other could feel the faint warmth that was transmitted to each other, and it slowly penetrated into the blood...

(Chapter [-]: End of Boyhood)

Volume Two: The Distance Between Hearts