The flowers on the Moshang slowly return

57

"Why are you smoking?"

Qin Cang looked back with a cigarette in his mouth, and saw A Bin coming out of the gate, now on the steps, because he was not wearing a coat, he was shivering with his arms folded in the cold.

"I used to smoke, but then..." Qin Cang paused, and said, "Later, Ziqian became ill, and the smell of cigarettes made him uncomfortable, and it even caused asthma, so I stopped smoking."

A Bin said: "Since you don't smoke anymore, you might as well quit. You will easily hurt your body if you do this repeatedly."

"Some things can be quitted, and some things can't be quitted even if they die." Qin Cang took a last puff, bent down to snuff out the cigarette in the mud, got up and smelled his body, the north wind howled in the cold winter night, and there were no thorns left on his body. Nose smell of smoke.He patted the snow off his body and walked into the house.

"Qin Cang..." Qin Cang brushed past A Bin, A Bin stopped him, and said, "You...do you hate Ziqian..."

Qin Cang turned to look at him.

The room was as warm as spring, and a layer of icicles on his hair melted and slid down the corners of Qin Cang's eyes. His cold, wet hair stuck to his cheeks, making him look a bit decadent.His eyes were cold and without temperature, but the traces of water droplets falling revealed his sad heart.

"Why should I hate?"

"Because he...and Ji Sishao..."

"Stop talking." He opened his mouth, and found that his voice was trembling. He was not as strong as he imagined.

A Bin sighed and said, "I feel sad seeing you two like this."

Qin Cang looked at A Bin and said, "Then tell me what you know."

A Bin lowered his head and said, "No, if I say so, Ziqian's temper may never forgive me for the rest of his life."

Qin Cang said: "If you don't tell me, don't I know? Uncle Wei probably told me. At that time, Ziqian must have been very anxious. I hurt him." He clenched his fist and bit it hard. Gritting my teeth: "I used to think that I could protect him with my fists, I thought I could protect him from being bullied all my life, I thought I could make a difference... It's all fucking shit! I'm a trash, trash! "He felt that the bad breath in his chest was going to explode, and he raised his neck and let out a deep breath: "Ziqian is right not to let you tell me, I would rather he go after Ji Hanzhi because of the company's affairs than I heard that he betrayed himself and endured humiliation and followed that person for me, if that is the case, if that is the case... I would rather die then... just die..."

The nasal cavity was so sore that Qin Cang raised his head and didn't dare to hang it down. He was afraid that the tears would burst the embankment, and no one could feel the pain of bone erosion, no one.

He turned around and went upstairs, only to hear A Bin sigh: "You come so late at night, leave so early in the morning, so close and so far away, when will you end?"

Qin Cang stood at the turning of the stairs, turned his head and smiled at him: "Just be my snail girl."

A Bin frowned and said, "How can you still laugh?"

Qin Cang said: "Be patient, you will be fine, trust me."

He walked to Wen Ziqian's bedroom, leaned his back against the wall of the door, waited for about ten minutes, and Wang Li opened the door and came out.

"You're here." Wang Li smiled at him.This person has been keeping watch for him for a week. Every time Wen Ziqian falls asleep and leaves before he wakes up. He doesn't know the reason, but judging by the attitude of other people, he should be very important to Wen Ziqian.

"Are you fast asleep?" Qin Cang asked.

"Well, the medicine already has a sedative ingredient, and coupled with the lack of physical strength, I have dealt with a lot of business in the afternoon, and I am a little tired."

Qin Cang nodded and said: "Leave the rest to me, you go to rest, the old time, come and replace me at 05:30."

Wang Li nodded in response.

Qin Cang pushed the door open and entered. The room was as hot as a stove. He took off his sweater and walked to the bed in a blue plaid shirt.

Recently, Wen Ziqian's depression is showing signs of backlash. No one dared to say anything, but secretly told Xie Bo to give him antidepressant medicine mixed with anti-inflammatory medicine.

Even with the help of medicine, Wen Ziqian could not sleep deeply, as if he was frightened by something in his dream, his eyebrows would be furrowed involuntarily, and his breathing was heavy.

Qin Cang sat on the head of the bed, wrapped him in a quilt, held him in his arms, let him lean slightly sideways in his arms, and patted his back lightly.

Wen Ziqian's breathing gradually calmed down, Qin Cang stroked his hair, and said softly: "It will be fine, you have to take good care of your body, and when the dark clouds are cleared, we will spend the rest of our lives together."

Wen Ziqian unconsciously arched into his arms, whimpering softly, as weak as a tiny kitten, scratching Qin Cang's heart was covered with blood.

Qin Cang maintained this posture, stroking Wen Ziqian's back, and waited until his expression was completely relaxed before laying him flat on the bed, and then massaged him to relax as usual.

Wen Ziqian's ankle was swollen badly. Qin Cang put his foot on his leg, pressed it with his hand, and it sunk into a pit, which could not flow back for a long time.He frowned and touched the small hollow, feeling very worried. After taking care of him for a week, Wen Ziqian's tracheitis improved a lot, but the swelling of his feet did not decrease.He tried many methods but nothing worked. He could only keep pressing and rubbing the acupuncture points on the soles and insteps of his feet, making himself sweaty, but the effect was minimal.

By the time the series was finished, it was already two o'clock in the middle of the night.Qin Cang sat at the head of the bed, holding Wen Ziqian's hand, staring at his brows in a daze.

Sometimes he is full of strength, and sometimes he feels that the future is bleak. He has been beaten to pieces by reality.He once thought that he could just die with Ji Han, but calm down, if he made such a big mess, it would not achieve anything except to bring troubles to Ziqian and Master Qin.

In the face of the world's different identities, he really has no ability to fight back, and he loses completely.

It was past three o'clock, and Wen Ziqian's lower limbs convulsed in his sleep. Due to the effect of the medicine, he couldn't fully wake up, but he tilted his head in pain and groaned a few times.

Wen Ziqian was haunted by a nightmare. In the dream, he fell to the ground, watching a monster nibbling at his feet, peeling off his flesh first, and swallowing his flesh and bones. terror.

"It hurts..." His face was covered with cold sweat, his eyelashes kept trembling, he knew that he had a nightmare, but he just couldn't wake up.

Someone picked him up, gently stroked his forehead and eyelids, and a deep voice comforted his soul that was about to collapse.

"It's okay, it's okay, it's just a nightmare, I'll be with you by your side, my Ziqian doesn't hurt."

The deep voice fell into the dreamland, turned into a wind and swept away the demon, flesh and blood grew on his legs again, but why did his body still hurt so much.In his dream, he knelt on the ground, holding his heart in his hands, and asked over and over again: "Why is it still hurting? Why..."

No one answered him, there was only a vast expanse of emptiness, and he struggled alone in a dream where not a single blade of grass grew.The more he thought about it, the more his heart ached, and he suddenly raised his neck and cried out, out of control.

Qin Cang pressed his feet and moved his joints for him. The spasm finally stopped, and the man's expression seemed to be relieved. He exhaled, picked up his limp body, and changed his sweaty pajamas.He was fine at first, but suddenly the man's face twisted, his fingers turned into claws and grabbed the clothes around his heart, he raised his neck like a fish off the shore, only breathing in, not out.

Asthma attack!Qin Cang was startled, grabbed the spray from the table, and quickly sprayed it into his mouth.

Wen Ziqian was soft in his arms, his head was tilted back, his slender neck stretched out, bent in an arc, and his neck gradually stiffened.

"Ziqian, relax."

Qin Cang was so anxious that he held the back of his head with his hands, fearing that he would not be able to breathe well.

Wen Ziqian was trembling all over, panting weakly, opening and closing his mouth, unable to hear what he was saying.

Qin Cang leaned over, put his ear against his lips, and heard a faint voice: "Qin Cang...Qin Cang..."

At that moment, Qin Cang couldn't hold back his tears anymore, his whole body trembled as he sobbed.

"It's me... I'm..."

Wen Ziqian couldn't hear it, he just kept shouting.Finally, the asthma calmed down, but the breathing could not be smooth, and the sobbing was frequent and rapid, as if he was dying.

Qin Cang always felt that he would hold back his next breath, and was always on tenterhooks.He saw Ziqian bit his lower lip, he was afraid that he would bite himself, so he put his fingers into Wen Ziqian's mouth.There was severe pain in his fingers, and blood flowed out, he just frowned, and forced Ziqian's teeth apart.Then he lowered his head and kissed Wen Ziqian's earlobe, and murmured softly: "Ziqian, please, relax..."

He kissed along the earlobe, kissed the man's cheek, the corner of the mouth, over and over again.

"It's useless for me, just wait a little longer, it will be over soon, soon."

His tears slipped into Wen Ziqian's mouth, salty, and moistened Wen Ziqian's dry heart. Although he was still in a dream, his emotions gradually eased.

Wen Ziqian let go of his mouth and fell asleep peacefully.

Fortunately, there were no nightmares in the second half of the night, and Wen Ziqian didn't wake up until [-]:[-].

Wang Li was fiddling with the oxygen generator by the bedside, when he saw him wake up, he smiled and said, "Suck the oxygen and then get up, so as not to feel dizzy and chest tight."

Wen Ziqian blinked, exhausted, licked his lips, and suddenly his mouth was bloody, he would often bite his lips, but this taste... It was accumulated over the years, how many days and nights we spent together, and penetrated into the bones familiar smell.There was a "thump" in his heart, and his voice was a little hoarse: "You guarded me all night...?"

Wang Li lowered his head to straighten the catheter, and gave a perfunctory "hmm".

Wen Ziqian tried his best to recall, frowned, and said, "Did I have a convulsion last night?"

Wang Li raised his head blankly, thought for a while and said, "Yes, luckily it stopped soon."

"Not only convulsions, but also asthma." Wen Ziqian looked at Wang Li coldly, making him feel guilty for a while. "I felt very difficult to breathe, so I woke up halfway through."

He just cheated casually, he was in pain all over his body in a daze, he had painful memories, but he didn't know anything else.Who knew that Wang Li was guilty of being a thief, and panicked: "Ah, you're awake? Hey, I said it's not okay to always be like this. I also persuaded Qin Cang, and he insisted that it's all right..."

Qin Cang...Wen Ziqian's heart twitched violently. He almost breathed a sigh of relief. He looked at Wang Li and said solemnly, "How many days has he been here?"

"This this……"

"Tell me! I hired you, who paid you? Don't you even tell me the truth?"

Wang Li whispered: "A Bin won't let me speak."

"Oh... I understand, you all pity me... you all think I'm a paralytic, don't you think I'm a liar?" Wen Ziqian closed his eyes and said, "Get out."

"Ziqian..."

"go out."

Wang Li sighed. He knew whether this would anger Wen Ziqian, so he could only back out. When he opened the door, he heard Wen Ziqian say: "Don't mention this to others, did you hear me?"

Wang Li hummed guilty, and backed out.