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With a huge sense of shame in the spirit and the strong impact of pheromones on the weak body, Yan Rongqiu soon couldn't hold it back, and was slumped by He Zhu into the slender and powerful arms, and even his hands were loosely held. Catch—this time, he had no choice but to let it go.

Slowly, He Zhu gently rubbed his soft and thin palm with his fingertips, just like coaxing a child to sleep.And the muscles of the arm wrapping his back were well defined, and the hot air, mixed with the sharp and transparent ocean breath through the material, enveloped him domineeringly.

There was still the roar of blood surging in his ears. After a long time, Yan Rongqiu heard his rapid and difficult breathing, as well as He Zhu's heartbeat, orderly and powerful, one by one, as if coming from a place far away above the sky. Come.

After a while, he finally regained some energy, and his mind barely surfaced from the chaos.Probably because his sense of shame has been worn away, he doesn't feel too embarrassed to be hugged now.His thoughts were wandering, he just instinctively felt that the feeling of being held in He Zhu's arms was very familiar, but he couldn't figure out where this familiar feeling came from over and over again.

Thus, Yan Rongqiu slowly closed his eyes again, and when he opened them again, his complexion became completely pale again, which set off his dark eyebrows, just like a meticulous painting without vitality and bright colors.

"Thank you, thank you for your hard work." His voice was still muffled and hoarse, sounding weak.But it feels like the usual Yan Rongqiu is back—that polite, indifferent, restrained young man.

He Zhu couldn't respond.He already owed Yan Rongqiu a lot of thanks, and he couldn't bear any more.Besides, he was not saving Yan Rongqiu, but himself.

Thinking of this, he unconsciously squeezed the person in his arms tighter.He has always wanted to hug Yan Rongqiu. Three years ago, in the hotel room, when he hugged him, he was full of intense emotion. At this moment, it was no longer intense, only affection remained.

pity, beloved, affection.

Suddenly, there was a scorching pain on the skin, and He Zhu lowered his eyes, and there were big tears, pattering on the back of his hand.

All movements and voices disappeared, and He Zhu only saw Yan Rongqiu raised his hand to rub his eyes, from the corner of his eyes to the bridge of his nose, more and more tears fell.

"Don't look at me..." Yan Rongqiu turned his head away, covered his face with his hands, desperately trying to hold back his sobs, as if the indifferent and calm young man just now had just revived his body for a moment.

Failed.he thinks.

After all, I still shed tears in front of others.

Obviously crying has always been a matter of one person, and no one can see it.Because of weakness, because of powerlessness, because of ugliness.

"Give."

A warm hand patted his back lightly, and the heat came from the back of his heart silently.

Yan Rongqiu raised his head, only to see He Zhu handing a squarely folded handkerchief to him.The peach fruit candy on the top was refracted with gem-like light in the dim eyes of tears, shining brightly.

"Are you... Coaxing a child..." He asked with sobs.

He Zhu shook his head slowly.

This is the kind of tenderness I've ever had from someone most important to me.

Now, I want to return it to its original owner.

He reached out to help Yan Rongqiu tidy up the messy forehead hair, so as to disperse the thin sweat from crying.

"Cry if you want to cry, just cry out."

In his arms, Yan Rongqiu's shoulders shrugged a few times, his choked sobs turned into sobs, and the sobs stretched into sobs.

For the first time, I cried out.

He Zhu's clothes felt hot and humid, and there were slight rustling sensations on his side.

It was Yan Rongqiu who reached out and hugged him gently.

He Zhu's figure paused, and after a while, he lowered his head and kissed Yan Rongqiu's jet-black hair with a gentleness that would not be noticed.

He thought of the role of the Tin Woodman in the movie "The Wizard of Oz" played by Judy Garland when he was a child.

The Tin Woodman thinks he has no heart, so he needs to ask the great sorcerer for a soft heart.However, such an invulnerable tin woodcutter turned out to be just an ordinary human youth.Moreover, he felt hurt more easily than anyone else, but he couldn't cry.Because the tears will make his body rust, so that he can no longer move, and can only be left in the forest forever.

After Yan Rongqiu's emotions gradually calmed down, He Zhu let him go little by little, and carefully wiped away the tears on his cheeks.

"I'm sorry." Yan Rongqiu pursed his lips tightly, his eyelashes trembled, and his nasal voice was extremely thick.

Breaking away from He Zhu's embrace, he stood upright by himself, holding on to the railing of the bed. He couldn't say anything else for a moment, but he took a long breath and repeated, "Thank you."

When getting close to He Zhu, Yan Rongqiu only felt the heat so hot that he panicked in his heart, and kept a safe distance from him face to face, and suddenly felt cold all over his body.This is good, this is good, so that I can change back quickly and return to my normal self.

"These days, because of my illness, I have become special... a little... a little abnormal. If my words and deeds make you feel uncomfortable, here, I solemnly apologize to you."

"Also, about the treatment method proposed by Dr. Wu..." Yan Rongqiu's throat was astringent, and the slightly hot itchy feeling on the back of his neck reminded him of what happened just now.

"Actually, that... as long as you have any embarrassment or embarrassment, you can ask for termination at any time, and I don't mind at all. Moreover, I would also like to thank you for your kindness to me and Xiaoxin during this period of time. "

Calm, crisp, and fluent, he never hesitates when speaking, but now he stumbles.It's outrageous, Yan Rongqiu criticizes himself in his heart, it's outrageous!And the words don't express the meaning, floating on the surface in a vain way.Do you really want to say this to He Zhu?As if not.But he really couldn't figure out what to say.

It's messed up, and if you think about it, it's going to be messed up again.It's a mess now!Being marked, hugged, comforted, tears wiped from his face, it was too much, both he and He Zhu were too much.The safe distance that was set at the beginning, the employment relationship written in black and white in the contract, were all completely ignored by them, and they were burned into a pile of fly ash!

Order, my order.

Yan Rongqiu's hands dropped to his sides, he firmly grasped the hem of his clothes, and tried his best until his nails turned white.

There must be something rapidly disrupting his own order, so he must hold on tighter, tighter, so tight that it doesn't matter if his bones and flesh are bloodied to pieces.

"Not kind."

After a brief silence, He Zhuping opened his mouth calmly. Yan Rongqiu's whole body was tense as if facing an enemy, so naturally he couldn't escape his eyes with good eyesight.

"President Yan, I have never had any kindness towards you."

"All of it, purely because I wanted to."

Yan Rongqiu opened his mouth, and before he could speak, He Zhu picked up the scarf and wrapped it tightly for him, and continued: "You are an excellent leader, and I am your right-hand man. At any time, I will I hope that I can make you boldly rely on and do my best for you."

Finally, after tying a beautiful knot, He Zhu stared at Yan Rongqiu and emphasized softly:

"That's all."

Yan Rongqiu let out a "hmm", and at the same time the soft touch of the wool on his neck was transmitted to his brain, his body felt relieved as it collapsed rapidly like a landslide.

And disappointment.

Inexplicable, inexplicable, disappointment.

After the second round of examinations after the treatment, the two returned to the doctor's office to submit the report. Wu Lan saw that Yan Rongqiu's nose was red, his eyes were red, and his feet were obviously weak when he walked. She couldn't help telling He Zhu, "His The situation is really not optimistic, not only because of the disease, but also because of the unrestrained consumption of the body for so many years. You can't be ignorant just because you are his lover...Huh? What's wrong? What am I talking about? Question?"

"No..." Yan Rongqiu pulled up the scarf to cover his hot cheeks, "He Zhu is my subordinate."

"What?" Wu Lan was surprised when she heard that, "Aren't you...God, Xiao Rong, I really thought Mr. He was your lover. Otherwise, I wouldn't be able to propose this diagnosis and treatment plan in front of you so directly. "

Did not expect, really did not expect.

When Alpha pheromone was detected in Yan Rongqiu's blood, she didn't even think about it, and immediately assumed that it must come from his lover.Based on her understanding of Yan Rongqiu, let alone getting Alpha to mark it, even getting a finger from him would be difficult for her.Therefore, you have to be a lover, and you have to have something to do with the word "love".

"Well... Anyway, the most important thing now is your condition." Wu Lan quickly returned to the topic, "I will continue to study in depth, and you must also remember to take your medicine on time and accept it according to the schedule I set for you. Mark, and don’t forget to come to the hospital regularly for reexamination.”

Yan Rongqiu obediently agreed, but when he was about to leave, Wu Lan suddenly stopped him again.

"Xiao Rong, your mother came to see me a few days ago."

Stuck on his feet, Yan Rongqiu slowly turned around, and the voice came from under the scarf, which sounded muffled.

"Is she all right? Is she sick?"

Wu Lan shook her head, "Ms. Wen is fine. We made an appointment for afternoon tea together and went to the concert in the evening."

"That's indeed... very good." After Yan Rongqiu finished speaking, he immediately walked towards the door.

"Your mother misses you very much."

Behind him, Wu Lan's words sounded again.

"On your birthday, she specially prepared a surprise for you, and wants to go home with you to celebrate..."

"There is no one in the VIP room!" Yan Rongqiu raised her voice suddenly, and then it sank silently, "After the charity night, I went back to the VIP room to look for her, but she wasn't there, she had already left."

Wu Lan looked at him and sighed deeply, "Xiao Rong, it's not what you think. In fact, that night, your mother sat in the auditorium for a long time, until late at night. She didn't know..." Speaking of Here, Wu Lan couldn't help but see Wen Lingxin's gloomy eyes, "I don't know how to face you."

"She didn't expect that one day you would still be willing to pick up the violin and play the "Spring Sonata"."

at dusk.

With its night lights on, the plane flickered across the darkening sky.

He Zhu and Yan Rongqiu, one on the left and one on the right, walked side by side on the street when the dusk fell.

"You don't seem to have ever asked me why I behaved so badly on stage that night at Guanghui Celebrity Charity Night."

Rarely, Yan Rongqiu took the initiative to speak.

"I have bad memories of the violin and that piece of music."

"Unfortunately," He Zhu paused, "I'm exactly the opposite of you."

Yan Rongqiu let out a "huh", thinking that if He Zhu hadn't been full of sincere and sincere love for "Spring Sonata", it would never have been possible to play it so beautifully and movingly.

"My mother turned out to be a very famous girl who was a talented violinist. If she hadn't been forced to marry, she would be a great musician by now."

"Sacrificing her dream and all the possibilities in the future, what she got was only a birdcage that bound her forever."

"The so-called 'family'."

There were a few cold stars in Yan Rongqiu's eyes, which matched his steady and quiet voice very well.

"To her, I'm like a mirror. Every time she sees me, she reminds her repeatedly how disappointed she has been in life."

"Actually, Grandma Wu didn't need to let me know whether my mother stayed or not that day."

"I understand her intentions. She told me because I had such a disease and hoped that I would cherish the time and make up for the regrets with my mother."

"However," Yan Rongqiu stopped, the passing car lights illuminated his outline, and He Zhu saw his eye sockets were blown red in the wind.

"I'm afraid it's too late."

The sky was completely dark, and all the landscape lights in the city center were lit up, converging into a huge golden river of light.

Like this river.

lie between each other.

Yan Rongqiu had fantasized countless times that maybe as time went by, the river bed would gradually be filled with quicksand, and then the water level would continue to rise. After a few dry seasons, the flat ground at the bottom of the river would be exposed, and the mother on the other side would slowly move towards her. Come by yourself.

But the fact is, I don’t know if it’s me, my mother, or an invisible hand that digs the river day after day, cleans up the sand, attracts more water, and finally becomes a river that can be seen at a glance. If you step on the sky that doesn't reach the top, it can only be swallowed by the top in an instant.

After being silent for a few seconds, Yan Rongqiu lowered his scarf and exhaled, looked up at He Zhu, and actually smiled.

"Thank you for being willing to listen to me."

"Forget it after hearing it, don't let my negative emotions affect you."

He Zhu stepped forward and stretched out his hand to rearrange the scarf for him, so that only a pair of eyes with thick and long eyelashes were exposed.Facing those eyes, He Zhu asked him in a low voice: "Then, what can I do to make you happy?"

Even just a little.

Yan Rongqiu froze for a moment, "...work harder?"

He Zhu: "..."

After settling his mind and concentrating on it for a while, Yan Rongqiu suddenly had an idea: "Can you... play that piece of music for me again?"

"Of course." He Zhu's voice was deep, so magnetic that it made Yan Rongqiu's chest numb slightly.

"But didn't you just say that you have good memories of the "Spring Sonata"?"

This time Yan Rongqiu was at a loss for words.

"No." He looked at He Zhu, the street lights fell down, and the dark and light lines outlined the outline of that face, which was both deep and clear, making him a little dazed.

Lowering his eyes, Yan Rongqiu repeated softly: "Not exactly."

"Your piano sound has a nostalgic feel."

(“Unexpectedly, the broken piano in this chapel can still make sound.”)

"It seems like a long time ago..."

("Want to come together? I just need an ensemble player.")

"I've heard it before."

The author has something to say: Dr. Wu is really an unconscious god operating orz

Next, Mr. Yan Mama is going to be online, and Mr. Yan Mama's stunt is to tell the truth, a true treasure.