Same Bed Different Dreams

With Zhou Jingci's body hanging in Wei Xiao's heart, he couldn't sleep well.His head was buried on the hospital bed, his shoulders shrugged unnaturally, as if he had fallen into a tragic and painful nightmare.

There were bursts of burning pain in Zhou Jingci's arm, as if it was burning.

He glanced at the gauze wrapped around his arm, and there was blood oozing from it. He tilted his head and looked at it for a while, but he didn't make a sound.

When Wei Xiao woke up, he was in a daze. He saw Zhou Jingci sitting on the bed and looking at him faintly. For a moment, he couldn't tell what night it was. After a few seconds, he belatedly replied. Come to his senses, he reached out to reach Zhou Jingci in a panic, then touched his cheek, "Baby, how are you feeling, baby? Is there any discomfort?"

Zhou Jingci lowered his head, his slender and fair neck was bathed in the warm sun, and the fluff in his skin shone golden.

Wei Xiao's heart skipped a beat, he stood up, put his mouth to Zhou Jingci's neck and pressed a light kiss on Zhou Jingci's neck.

Zhou Jingci didn't dodge, nor did he react.

Wei Xiao tucked his quilt, and asked cautiously, "Honey, are you thirsty?" As he spoke, he picked up the tea mug on the bedside table, fetched hot water from outside the ward, tested the temperature, and placed it on the side table. Jing Ci said, "Jing Ci, come, drink some water."

Zhou Jingci took the cup and finished it in a small sip.

Wei Xiao took a deep breath, he called the doctor to examine Zhou Jingci, and he felt relieved after receiving the doctor's reply.

However, just to be on the safe side, he still decided to let Zhou Jingci stay in the hospital for an extra day, for fear of any undiscovered sequelae.

After the doctor left, Wei Xiao sat on a chair and carefully watched the expression on Zhou Jingci's face. He desperately wanted to see the anger and remorse on Zhou Jingci's face, and hear the scolding or cursing in his mouth, but Zhou Jingci Jing Ci's expression didn't even show any anger, let alone blame.

He just sits here dumbfounded.

There was no emotion on his face, nor any emotion in his eyes.

Wei Xiao panicked.

"Baby, how are you feeling now? Is there any pain? Is there any discomfort?"

"Honey, are you hungry? Want to eat?"

"Baby, please take care of me, can you take care of me?"

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Wei Xiao's head was aching, and the soreness surged from his stomach, skipped his throat and overflowed to his mouth, his nose was also red, and even his eye sockets were sour.

He held Zhou Jingci's hand, "Honey, I was wrong. It's my fault, can you scold me and beat me up?"

Zhou Jingci didn't break free from his shackles and let him grab him.It's just that his eyes are slack, and he doesn't want to focus on Wei Xiao.

Wei Xiao gently pulled Zhou Jingci's hand, and was about to hit him in the face, but Zhou Jingci suddenly shook off his hand, and then lay on the bed, turned around, leaving only a back view for Wei Xiao Xiao.

Wei Xiao clenched his teeth, resisting the dense pain in his heart, he stroked Zhou Jingci's back, "Jing Ci, I love you."

Zhou Jingci closed his eyes, a stream of tears rolled down.

Zhou Jingci always refused to talk to Wei Xiao. Wei Xiao didn't dare to force him, for fear of stimulating Zhou Jingci's fragile and sensitive nerves at this time, he just called "Baby" over and over again in a warm voice behind his back, saying again and again "I miss you".

Most of the time, Wei Xiao's attitude towards the world is a cold onlooker, but when facing Zhou Jingci, he is willing to make a fire, as long as it can warm his lover.

He was never stingy about saying love, and he didn't care about giving, anyway, these were things he was used to doing.

He was afraid that Zhou Jingci would keep everything in his heart and make himself sad for nothing.

But what exactly have you been doing during this time?

The moment when the devil in his heart escaped from the cage, the moment when sharp claws and fangs rushed towards Zhou Jingci, countless moments of indifference and ruthlessness, all of which were cruelties that Wei Xiao couldn't bear to think of at this time.

Wei Xiao hated himself to the core.

Zhou Jingci was not a picky eater, but Wei Xiao hoped that he would enjoy his meal, so he drove a long way, almost across the entire city, and bought lunch at Zhou Jingci's favorite restaurant.

Although they are all light vegetarian dishes, they are rare in color, fragrance and taste.

But when Wei Xiao brought the lunch in front of Zhou Jingci full of expectation, Zhou Jingci just shook his head.

He can't eat half of it now.

A little disappointment flashed in Wei Xiao's eyes, and then he quickly adjusted himself. He still had a gentle and gentle attitude, put down the lunch box, kissed Zhou Jingci's forehead and said, "If you don't eat, drink some Is porridge good?"

Zhou Jingci pursed his lips and didn't evade any further excuses. He barely drank half a bowl in Wei Xiao's hand, and couldn't eat any more.

Seeing that he really had no appetite, Wei Xiao stopped insisting. He drank the remaining half bowl of porridge from Zhou Jingci, then kissed the back of Zhou Jingci's hand, and said, "Take a good rest. tell me."

In the afternoon, Zhou Jingci's cell phone kept ringing "suddenly". He was not in the mood to answer the phone, but the other party was not forgiving.

Wei Xiao picked up Zhou Jingci's mobile phone, only to realize that it was Li Lan who called.

"Jing Ci, Mom is calling."

Zhou Jingci shook his head, then turned his back again.

Wei Xiao had no choice but to bite the bullet and answer the phone.

Li Lan's high-pitched and thin voice entered Wei Xiao's ears, "Jing Ci, why did you suddenly give me so much money—"

"Mom, it's me, Jing Ci is taking a nap."

After hearing Wei Xiao's words, Li Lan's tone was obviously a lot stiffer. She didn't know whether the savings card was Zhou Jingci's own idea or Zhou Jingci's and Wei Xiao's idea, but it was hard to say too much. So he changed his tone, "Wei Xiao, why is Jing Ci still taking a nap at this hour?"

"Oh, he went out to socialize last night, drank some wine, and was not feeling well."

Li Lan took two big breaths, "Drinking again, going out to drink again. Work is work, so what's the point of going out drinking all day long? What you do is in the end, it's unrefined..."

"It's four o'clock, young, don't do anything meaningful, sleep until four o'clock..."

Wei Xiao has a bad temper, but the person opposite is Zhou Jingci's mother, and he feels sorry for Zhou Jingci's parents. Over the years, no matter how bad the words are, he can only bear it.

He said repeatedly, "Yes, yes, I know, I will try not to let Jing Ci go out to socialize in the future. It's all my fault."

Li Lan has been a teacher all her life, and she can't stop talking about it.

Wei Xiao's brain hurts from her noise, but he can only keep his head low.

In the end, when the old lady spoke until her lips were dry, Wei Xiao took over, "You can just spend the money Jing Ci gave you, don't take it to heart. Your two elders are living comfortably, so Jing Ci and I can rest assured gone."

After hanging up the phone, Wei Xiao stroked Zhou Jingci's hair.

He thought a lot in his mind, such as what kind of mood Zhou Jingci put the bank card into his parents' hands, and what kind of mood he was standing on that nightmarish road, waiting for the repeat of the nightmare many years ago.

Zhou Jingci didn't speak or eat anything until the lights came on and the night was quiet.

At night, Wei Xiao still slept on the chair.

Zhou Jingci originally wanted to persuade him to go home, it didn't matter that he hurt himself, but when he saw the remorse in Wei Xiao's eyes, his words were stuck in his throat, and he couldn't speak anymore.

Zhou Jingci exhaled and said nothing.

The next day, Wei Xiao asked the doctor to examine Zhou Jingci again, and then he was discharged from the hospital.

Zhou Jingci's legs are still weak up to now, and he stumbles when he walks. Wei Xiao felt sore, squatted down in front of him, and carried Zhou Jingci on his generous back.

They didn't stay in J city, and drove back to Beijing directly.

After stopping the car, Wei Xiao hugged Zhou Jingci from the co-pilot and put him firmly on the bed.

Zhou Jingci was injured and couldn't take a bath, so Wei Xiao took a wet towel and wiped it for him, from head to toe, not letting go of every inch of skin, tender and tender.

Zhou Jingci didn't say anything, until Wei Xiao changed his clothes for him, and laid out the quilt on the floor to sleep on the floor, Zhou Jingci suddenly sat up and took his hand.

Wei Xiao turned his head to look at Zhou Jingci, then squatted in front of him, gently stroking Zhou Jingci's head, "What's wrong?"

Zhou Jingci lowered his head, he frowned, and whispered, "I really want to die."

He stood in the middle of the road, not because of Wei Xiao, who had amnesia, reliving the old days, and not because he couldn't think about it for a while. He really couldn't live anymore, and he really wanted to die.

Wei Xiao was taken aback.

He never thought that Zhou Jingci would say this suddenly.

A few simple words, like a rusty steel needle, were jerky inserted into Wei Xiao's heart. After the sharp stabbing pain, the dense pain spread from the heart.He trembled unnaturally twice, then smiled awkwardly twice, stared at Zhou Jingci's pale face, and said, "Jingci, you really hate me."

Zhou Jingci turned his head sideways, held Wei Xiao's face in his hands, and murmured, "Yes, I really hate you."