The flowers on the Moshang slowly return

16

Wen Ziqian rubbed his temples in the car, trying to adjust his emotions.

On the way home, he asked the driver to buy Wen Zixuan's favorite lo-mei. He remembered all his sister's preferences.

A little tired, the 40-minute drive made him drowsy.

He seldom fell asleep in the car because he couldn't sit still, and even though he was wearing a seat belt, his body would sway from side to side with sharp turns, which made him uncomfortable.

But... I don't know what happened today?Halfway through the journey, he leaned against the back of the back seat and fell into a dream.

Maybe it's thinking by day and dreaming at night.During the day, the excitement of seeing Wen Zixuan still lingered in his body, so he dreamed of the old house, the cherry tree in the backyard, Wen Zixuan flying a kite on the grass, and Wen Ziyi...

There was a throbbing pain in his back, and the two useless legs twitched convulsively. His body felt weightless, and he was awakened by himself.

He closed his eyes and felt his body moving, but the touch on his shoulders was clearly not the back of the chair.

The familiar feeling is Qin Cang's arm.

Even though he didn't feel any touch in the socket of his knee, he knew that he was being held and moved by Qin Cangheng.

Wen Zixuan followed, pushing the wheelchair, with a worried tone: "What's wrong with my brother?"

Qin Cang whispered: "Maybe he was too tired and fell asleep. Your brother doesn't sleep well. When he can sleep, let him sleep more."

Wen Zixuan hummed, sniffed, sniffed the food box in his hand, and said in a low voice, "This taste must be my favorite old-fashioned lo-mei. Their spicy duck head is my favorite." I love it." As he spoke, saliva secreted from his mouth.

"I remember, every time I was made to cry, I couldn't help but steal my mouth?" Qin Cang said.

"I have a bad stomach. My mother forbids me to eat it. Once I ate it secretly. I was afraid of being scolded, so I said it was you who ate it, and my elder brother scolded you." Wen Zixuan laughed.

"Boy, did I abuse you? If you want to eat, you can eat it! What's the point of stealing?" Qin Cang imitated Wen Ziqian's expression and tone, and learned it vividly. "Your brother is obviously only two years older than me, but he always scolds me like an adult, scolding me for a while."

"One thing is one thing. When I was a child, I remember that you would jump on others and bite at the slightest disagreement, but you were the only one who was ordered around by my brother and obeyed my brother's control."

"Is there?" Qin Cang raised his eyebrows, looking like a nobleman who forgets about things.

Wen Zixuan smiled and said, "Why not? My second brother..."

The sound suddenly stopped, and the two fell into silence.In their common memories, Wen Ziyi's death has become a hurdle that can never be overcome.

In the suffocating silence, Wen Ziqian was glad that he didn't wake up hastily.Qin Cang hugged him, placed him on the bed in the bedroom, touched his forehead, and kissed him before going out.

Wen Ziqian heard the sound of closing the door, slowly opened his eyes, raised his hand to cover his forehead and hair, and stayed for a while.

The bedside lamp glowed weakly in the dark, and he reached out and grabbed the hanging ring that was hanging down, and lifted himself up.

The wheelchair was placed beside the bed, and he had some difficulty moving it up, the girdle was taken off by the damn Qin Cang, and he couldn't use any strength.After venting my right hand, it has been weak, and it hurts badly when I exert myself.

Fortunately, he sat in the wheelchair without any risk. He looked at his legs and took off his short boots. The soles of his unsupported feet were buckled inward like a little girl. Even with black socks, he could see the slight bow instep.

He dragged his legs down, put one foot on the pedal, and lifted the other foot to rest on his thigh. He leaned on the armrest of the wheelchair and picked up the shoes sideways.When putting on the shoes, he realized that his ankles had severe spasms, and he would tremble for a long time when he pushed them hard, and he couldn't get a single shoe in with great effort.

It seems that his body has been made a bit ruthless these days.

He threw his shoes on the ground, put his feet on the pedals, pulled off the dark green blanket on the bed, covered his limp and thin legs tightly, and then pushed the wheelchair out.

The lo mei bought on the dining table was placed on the dining table. Wen Zixuan cooked the dishes himself, and Qin Cang leaned against the kitchen door to watch her cook, and praised her from time to time: "I didn't expect that Miss Qianjin's cooking skills are pretty good, and the smell is quite delicious."

Wen Zixuan smiled wryly, staring at the food stir-frying in the pot and said softly: "I live in school most of the time, and everyone goes back on weekends... I just make food myself..."

"Why don't you go back?" Qin Cang asked.

"I don't want to go back..." Wen Zixuan said in a low voice, "My mother is in a bad mood...she will hit me..."

Wen Ziqian rested his hands on the push circle, quietly looked at Qin Cang's back, watched Qin Cang walk over and gave Wen Zixuan a comforting hug, and his deep voice sounded particularly comfortable: "It's okay...it's all over. ...Come back, I will protect you, and your brother will also protect you."

Wen Ziqian silently returned the wheelchair to the corridor, hid in a corner, staring at his legs in a daze.

The low sobbing stopped quickly, and Qin Cang exaggeratedly shouted: "The snot is rubbing on me." He only heard Wen Zixuan laugh "puchi", the corners of Wen Ziqian's eyes twitched, and the tight lips eased some.

"Tsk tsk, I'm really surprised that you came back this time. The female college student has changed at eighteen, becoming more and more beautiful, and also virtuous and capable. Your future husband is really blessed." Qin Cang adjusted the atmosphere and chattered, sniffing, It looks like my saliva is about to flow down.

"How could it be so exaggerated?" Wen Zixuan regained his composure, and said with a smile, "My brother usually cooks something delicious for you."

"Ziqian's health is not good, and he eats relatively light food. After so many years... birds have faded out of his mouth..." Qin Cang said.

Wen Ziqian raised his eyebrows, it's good, the food for the bird will be gone after fading out.

"It's been a few years since you moved here." Wen Zixuan asked.

Qin Cang said: "It's been five years. Your brother has been in the hospital for almost two years, and then he came back..." He paused, and then said: "Back to the old house...there is nothing to anyone Good memories." Qin Cang smiled wryly, avoiding the process of Wen Ziqian's illness and the fear of committing suicide, and changed the topic: "It's good to move out, at least you can be free."

The stove was too low, Wen Zixuan bent down to cook, and got tired after a while, straightened up and knocked: "My brother looks like that, cooking must be inconvenient."

Qin Cang scratched his head in spite of himself, and said: "There is no way to do this. My adoptive father has not been in good health these years, and there have been a lot of things in the place, so he has been handed over to me to manage them one after another. They are all working at night. As for work, I really don't have time to come back and take care of Ziqian, so I can only wrong him to get some food for himself."

Wen Zixuan sighed, bent down and continued cooking, and said, "It's been hard for you all these years, I will come here often in the future to help you cook."

Qin Cang said: "You don't go to school anymore? You decided to come back?"

Wen Zixuan smiled and said: "Well, I originally studied management, and I did an internship in the last year. My uncle asked me to go back to the company for an internship. He said that the fat and water should not flow to outsiders."

Qin Cang pulled his cheeks, and smiled.If the old guy treats Ziqian half as well, he will be content.

Wen Zixuan was still talking about what Pan Fang taught her. Qin Cang was really not interested. He was about to go back to the bedroom to see if Wen Ziqian was awake. When he turned the corner, he collided with Wen Ziqian's beautiful blue eyes, which shocked him. Falling, the little heart was jumping up and down.

"Oh my god." He exaggeratedly cried while clutching his heart.

Wen Ziqian pushed the wheelchair over, looked up at him and said, "Am I a ghost, so scary? Or are you talking ill of me behind my back?"

"How can I?" Qin Cang hurriedly pointed his fingers upwards and swore to him.

Wen Zixuan turned the corner and said, "Brother, wake up, the food is almost ready, wait a little longer."

Wen Ziqian pushed the wheelchair into the kitchen and said, "The stove is too short, it's inconvenient for you, let me come." He reached out to take the shovel.

"Let me do it." Wen Zixuan stood aside and said.

"Let me come." He looked at his sister, looked at warm and comfortable, and smiled: "Brother wants to cook you a meal."

Qin Cang dragged her out, and said, "Listen to your brother, come here, let's set up the tableware." While setting up the tableware, Qin Cang looked at Wen Ziqian's back in the kitchen, and felt: "A man who can cook is the sexiest."

Wen Zixuan looked at him with a ruffian-like face and pretended to be squinting, and was amused by him "haha".

Obviously, Wen Zixuan's worries were unnecessary.Wen Ziqian skillfully shoveled the food in the pot, very skillfully.However, she also discovered that her brother had become left-handed, and he used his left hand to cook and hold seasoning bottles, and he even used his left hand to hold chopsticks when tasting dishes.He wore a strange glove on his right hand, with only his thumb and index finger exposed. His palm and elbow were always resting on the armrest of the wheelchair.

Wen Zixuan had the urge to cry, so she blinked and suppressed it.

Wen Ziqian stir-fries very quickly, three dishes and one soup, the taste is light, but it tastes very refreshing.

Seven years later, the two brothers and sisters sat together for dinner again. Although they didn't talk much to each other, they also had a touch of warmth.

It's just that the two of them tacitly kept their mouths shut about the past. They both knew that the gap between them was not as simple as Wen Ziyi, but an insurmountable gap between life and death.

In the middle of the meal, Wen Zixuan answered a phone call, "hmmmmhhhhh" for a long time, hung up the phone and apologized: "Brother, I have something to go back first, you guys take your time."

It was Pan Qin who called. Wen Zixuan went to the company in the afternoon and met Wen Ziqian, which made her very angry.

Qin Cang went to see Wen Zixuan off, and Wen Ziqian was the only one left in the room.He looked at a table of dishes, the dinner had just started, and all the dishes were forced to end in a deserted manner with only a few chopsticks caught.There was still half a bowl of rice in the bowl, but he had no appetite at all. He pushed the wheelchair back to the bedroom and moved himself to the bed.

He leaned against the bed and turned on the speaker on the bedside table. The slow and melodious music seemed to sound from the distant sky.He closed his eyes, let his restless mood go to the music, and searched for the source of happiness in his mind while exhaling.

When the psychiatrist guided his heart, he asked him to follow the music and said: Don't think about it, just grab the happiness that flashes in your mind, the most unforgettable things or fragments.

Qin Cang was very curious and often asked him, "When you meditate, what do you think about?"

Wen Ziqian looked at him and smiled, "Guess."

As time passed, Qin Cang stopped asking, and it was useless to ask.

Qin Cang pushed the door open and walked in. The music therapy was coming to an end. He walked over and sat by the bed, gently kneaded Wen Ziqian's legs, looked up at the man's facial features that seemed to be sketched with meticulous brushwork, and his heart melted like water.

The music stopped, but Wen Ziqian was still half lying down, without moving.This heart journey worked well, his tense cheeks had eased, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.

"What did you think of, so happy?" Qin Cang couldn't help asking, knowing that he would not answer.

Wen Ziqian opened his eyes, and answered the irrelevant question: "I'm back, thank you for your hard work."

Qin Cang obviously didn't want to stop this topic this time, and asked the bottom line, "Just tell me, why are you so happy when you think of it?"

Wen Ziqian sat up straight, smiled and unbuttoned it, took off his coat, threw it in the chair and said, "There are so many curious things, please help me turn on the water, I want to take a bath."

He lowered his head and concentrated on taking off his clothes and pants, and ignored Qin Cang.

Qin Cang snorted and got up and said, "Stingy!" He turned and went into the bathroom.

When he came out, Wen Ziqian had already stripped naked and was waiting for him in a bathrobe.

Wen Ziqian's body is not sexy, pale and thin, the scar on his back is horrifying, and the muscles of his legs are a little shriveled, fluffy.The kneecaps and ankles are protruding without fat wrapping, the feet are buckled inward, the arch of the foot has been deformed and arched, and the toes are curled inward.

However, what fell in Qin Cang's eyes was not the pale and sickly appearance, he only saw the uneven collarbone, the light brown breasts on the chest, and the faintly visible dick between the thighs.

Qin Cang's nosebleed almost spurted out, and when he carried Wen Ziqian to the bathroom, his lower body swelled and ached, pressing against Wen Ziqian's buttocks, but fortunately Wen Ziqian didn't feel it.

When Wen Ziqian was scrubbing in the bathroom, he was like a pervert looking at the man's body masturbating indulgently through the crack of the door.

Wen Ziqian sat on a non-slip chair, with his back facing him, his right hand resting on the armrest on the wall, and he lowered his head to apply shampoo.His waistline is particularly beautiful, if it weren't for the huge scar on his back, it could be called attractive.

Qin Cang knew that it was difficult for him to turn around, so he stared at that beautiful figure recklessly, imagining that he was pressing down on this body with all his strength, and then he ejaculated himself.

A lot of gunpowder fell on the paper, and a few splashed on the ground, and he knelt on the ground to clean up the mess, making a noise.

Wen Ziqian pushed back his wet hair and said, "Why don't you go outside to watch TV? I'll call you after I wash it."

Qin Cang burned his body in his body, and ignited the small flame that was ready to move. He asked hoarsely, "Ziqian...in this life...we will always...be together..."

Wen Ziqian stopped what he was doing, the water poured down from the top of his head, and his eyes were a little sour.

"Qin Cang...we will be good brothers for life...but...it is impossible to be together forever...you will get married and have children sooner or later...I also hope that you can get married and have children soon..."