The flowers on the Moshang slowly return

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The TV station is broadcasting the grand signing ceremony between Japan K Company and the first cooperative group in China. The directors of both sides smiled and faced the camera, and then signed and stamped.

"That man is very powerful." Dr. Qiao pointed to the screen and said to the young man sitting next to him: "Japan's electronic technology leads the world, and the smart chip developed by K company is second to none high-end technology. Many countries want to buy it. It’s really amazing that the agency right was bought out by that person. It’s world-class technology, and the company’s stock can be bought, and the future is worth looking forward to.”

The young man stared at the screen, motionless, but his lips trembled slightly.

Dr. Qiao brushed his long hair behind his ears, glanced at the young man, and said, "As an overseas Chinese, I am proud of him, but God is jealous of talents. I really didn't expect him to be a disabled person. By the way, you Have you heard his name in China? Is he famous? How is he disabled? Is it serious?"

Dr. Qiao asked questions like a curious baby.

The young man remained motionless, but his chest was beating like a drum, and the sound of the TV and Dr. Qiao's words rang in his ears, making his heart flutter.

Doctor Qiao finally noticed the abnormality of the young man, patted him on the shoulder and said, "Qin Cang, what's wrong with you?"

Qin Cang woke up suddenly, and looked at the TV again, the program changed, and the man's face could no longer be seen.

"It's okay, I'm just a little tired." Qin Cang said in a low voice.

It has been almost half a year since he came to the United States. After the operation, he was in a coma for a whole week, and the hematoma could not be completely removed. Within six months, he had two minor operations.

After the operation, he lay in bed unable to move, and looked at the door every day, hoping only to see the figure of that person.

But no, not once.

Qin Ming told him: "Forget about that person. For the company's sake, he asked us to make a statement when your life or death was in doubt. The announcement of the fighting incident was purely our internal personal grievances and had nothing to do with Wen's. I have already Don’t recognize his nephew anymore, I have brought a message, you and him will break the friendship, and never communicate with him.”

At that time, Qin Cang had just woken up, and he almost lost his breath when he heard these words. The doctor rescued him and dragged his little life back.

He didn't believe it, how could he believe it, how can someone who was still in love not long ago be broken?

He wanted to ask, but he was lying on the bed and couldn't move.The hematoma oppressed the nerves, and I had a splitting headache every day, and my whole body felt weak.

It was Wen Zixuan who had been taking care of him in front of his hospital bed, washing his face and body, feeding him rice and making soup, and carrying his excrement and urine.

Qin Ming forbade him to contact Wen Ziqian, Zixuan dialed the number for him.At that time, he didn't know that the day in the United States was the night in China. He called the phone full of hope, and when he answered the phone, the person over there said "Hello", and he just felt cold.

"Who is it?" The person on the other end of the phone was sound asleep, but it was obviously not Wen Ziqian's voice. "I'm sick in the middle of the night." The man was cursing, and Qin Cang recognized that it was Ji Hanzhi's voice.

He heard Wen Ziqian's displeased voice: "Don't touch my phone." Then Wen Ziqian's steady voice: "Hello, who is it?"

Qin Cang only felt that he was dead, the phone fell on the bed, and he looked at the ceiling with ashes in his heart.

Wen Zixuan picked up the phone, and asked on the other end, "Is it... Qin Cang?"

Wen Zixuan said, "No, it's me."

Wen Ziqian was silent for a moment, then said softly, "Zixuan... is Qin Cang okay?"

Wen Zixuan said: "I just thought of asking now, don't you think it's too late? He is very good, and I will take good care of him. You can earn your money and distribute your wealth. Other people's life and death will not be troublesome." Always bothering."

That was the only call, and that person hadn't called once in half a year.

Sometimes, he couldn't help but dial, and the phone rang twice before being hung up.The first few times, the person would reply to the message: stop beating, take good care of your body.

Later, even a few words were gone.

At that time, Qin Cang truly believed that he was abandoned by Wen Ziqian.

Dr. Qiao stood up and said, "Tired? It's just started, how can you call yourself tired. Come on, my sexy guy, get on the spinning bike."

Qin Cang stood up while leaning on the armrests. His sense of balance is not very good now, and his muscles have atrophied after being bedridden for half a year.Holding a cane, he walked slowly to the machine and climbed up.

Dr. Qiao is an overseas Chinese from the United States. She is a hot middle-aged woman. She patted Qin Cang's buttocks and yelled "drive".

Qin Cang stepped on the pedal, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, and kicked up rhythmically.

When Lin Feng came, Qin Cang was still recovering. He secretly picked up his mobile phone and took a small video.

During the filming, Wen Zixuan just walked over and wiped Qin Cang's sweat with a towel. Doctor Qiao whistled exaggeratedly, and said, "Qin Cang, your girlfriend is so gentle and considerate."

After sending out the WeChat message, Lin Feng flipped through the previous chat records, there were no fewer than ten videos every day, and the other party's urging was mixed in the middle: "Today's task is not completed."

Lin Feng looked at the phone in a daze, sighed, and said to himself: "Am I considered a traitor...Qin Cang will beat me to death if he finds out."

……

When Zhang Shun got up at night, he was careful, and quietly went to the master bedroom to take a look. As expected, Wen Ziqian was still sitting in front of the French window, looking down at his phone.

"Master, why aren't you sleeping?" Zhang Shun walked over, complaining, "Where's Wang Li?"

Wen Ziqian put the phone's black screen on his lap, looked at Zhang Shun with a sideways smile and said, "Uncle Zhang, you didn't sleep anyway."

Zhang Shun was still complaining about the nurse: "Will that Wang Li be able to do it? When I invited him, he said that he was a fake, what a professional nurse. Well, every time I come, the young master is alone."

In the past six months, Wen Ziqian's health has not been very good, frequent nerve pain, which has affected normal daily life, went to the hospital for examination, only to find that several bulging lumbar vertebrae were oppressing the nerves.In the autumn, I had an operation, and the postoperative recovery was not good. I could take care of simple things before, but now I can't do without others.

Wang Li was in his forties, a nurse hired by the Wen family. Wen Ziqian was quite satisfied, but for some reason, Zhang Shun always made trouble with that person.

Wen Ziqian explained: "I let him rest. I can't fall asleep. I can't bring someone else to watch the night scene with me." Dizzy, the snow fell into his heart one after another.

"He is irresponsible. How can your body sit for a long time? Since he is a professional nurse, he should have professional common sense." Zhang Shun complained.

"Uncle Zhang, I always think you have the best temper, and you rarely pick anyone's faults." Wen Ziqian said with a smile, "But in the past six months, you haven't had a good temper with Wang Li. He can persist until now, and I don't care." I think he can bear it."

Zhang Shun muttered, "How can he compare to Qin Cang..."

Wen Ziqian's smile froze at the corner of his mouth.

Zhang Shun didn't realize that Wen Ziqian's face was abnormal, and continued to complain: "I was so relieved before, and Qin Cang took good care of you. But Wang Li just hid in his room and didn't know what to do if you didn't call him. I stayed up all night. I can't sleep well, I'm afraid you have asthma at night and no one will know..."

Zhang Shun would come up to visit two or three times a night, and Wen Ziqian would sleep lightly, so basically he knew about it when he came.

Wen Ziqian looked at Zhang Shun with some guilt, and said, "Uncle Zhang, I'm sorry for making you worry."

Zhang Shun looked at Wen Ziqian's thin face, his heart was soft and messed up, and said with red eyes, "It's because I didn't take good care of you." He quickly wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and said, "Look at me, I made you feel bad again .I'll help you to bed and lie down."

Wen Ziqian nodded.

Zhang Shun pushed him to the side of the bed, Wen Ziqian couldn't use his right hand, and it took some effort to lift it up.Zhang Shun held his right arm to help him raise it, and put it on his neck.

Wen Ziqian supported the bed with his left hand, and the two of them pushed together to move onto the bed.

Zhang Shun knelt down to help him take off the cotton mop, his feet fell limply, and the toes touched the ground, which felt icy cold to the touch.

"It's not a good habit not to wear socks." Zhang Shun began to complain again: "Why don't you know how to cherish yourself?"

He wrapped his legs under the quilt and rubbed them non-stop. Before his legs were warmed by rubbing, he was so tired that he was out of breath.

"Old and useless."

Wen Ziqian pressed his hand and said: "If you don't feel it, you always forget that you still have such a pair of useless legs. I will pay attention next time."

These words stabbed Zhang Shun's heart again, and he almost burst into tears. Seeing that he was about to cry again, Wen Ziqian hurriedly swore: "Uncle Zhang, I promise, I will definitely remember to wear socks next time."

Zhang Shun said: "Seeing that you are not happy makes me sad too."

Wen Ziqian couldn't laugh or cry: "I'm so sad."

"You haven't been happy since something happened to Qin Cang." Zhang Shun didn't know about many things. Everyone was dying, and they were sent to the United States for treatment, but there was no news for half a year.

He doesn't know what's going on, but he's not stupid.

Wen Ziqian patted the back of Zhang Shun's hand lightly, and said, "I'm not unhappy, really. On the contrary, I'm actually very happy today. I watched a video that made me happy, so I couldn't sleep in the middle of the night."

Zhang Shun doubted, "Really?"

"Yeah. I won't lie to you." Wen Ziqian gently pushed Zhang Shun's arm: "Go to sleep, I'm asleep too."

Zhang Shun helped him to lie down, turned off the lamp, and backed out.