Let go of the past

The city of S in the deep winter ushered in continuous rainy days, and the damp and cold atmosphere became stronger day by day. Apart from the inconvenience of travel and the haze, it didn't have much impact on others, but it was a blow to the broken legs. According to Li Ziqing, who was fixed with steel nails, it was an unbearable torment day after day.

The pain that went deep into the bone marrow began to gnaw at his nerves and will, and the sequelae caused by the car accident finally began to affect his life again with extremely tragic means.

Every time when the pain is going crazy, the person Li Ziqing doesn't want to see the most is Ji Bing.

Even if he understood in his heart that all he had suffered, the other party would also feel pain and even guilt.

But deep down in my heart, I still can't help but trace the source.

Ji's father was right. It's not that Li Ziqing didn't hate Ji Bing. He did, and it lasted for a long time. Once the seeds take root and germinate, they will have the inexhaustible resilience of wildfire, which can completely offset it. Yes, only comeback love.

But this love was cut off by an indiscriminate disaster.

He picked it up and put it down once, but the pain in his body would not be so indecisive. When the years were quiet, he didn't want to blame anyone. Only when he truly realized what he had lost and changed, the resentment began to be uncontrollable again. grow out.

When Li Ziqing involuntarily grabbed the boiling medicine bowl and threw it at Ji Bing to make him roll, Jiang Xiaomei also started to panic.

"Master Ji Bing, you should avoid provoking the young master recently." Her eyes were red, and her face was full of distress and embarrassment: "He has been in pain recently, and his personality seems to have changed. He has a bad temper towards everyone. Especially the worst for you, if one day it really hurts you, what should I do?"

Half of Ji Bing's shoulders were wet with the decoction, but his body did not take half a step back, looking at Li Ziqing, he said slowly: "I owe him all, if you want to vent, let him do it."

"But……"

Ji Bing bent down and picked up the soup bowl that rolled down at his feet, handed it to Jiang Xiaomei, stopped her, and said in a deep voice: "From now on, remember to warm up these soups before bringing them over. , he is emotionally unstable, don't burn him again."

"Ji Bing..." Li Ziqing leaned against the head of the bed, the pain tormented him so much that he could barely speak, "I'm in so much pain, my whole body hurts," he turned his head slightly, his eyes were filled with misty water vapor, Quietly pleading: "So please do me a favor and disappear from my sight?"

Ji Bing's heart was suffocated, and he looked away from Jiang Xiaomei and raised his chin, "You go first, I'll stay here tonight."

"Master Ji Bing..." Jiang Xiaomei hesitated to leave.

The other party frowned, Jiang Xiaomei fell silent immediately, turned around and ran away with small steps, not forgetting to close the door behind her.

Ji Bing went to the bed and sat down, reached out and brushed Li Ziqing's broken hair that was soaked in cold sweat in front of his forehead. The other party turned his head, but still did not avoid his hand, so the next moment's action was to go straight without saying a word. He opened his mouth and bit hard on Ji Bing's tiger's mouth.

Ji Bing only frowned for a moment, but didn't even withdraw his hand subconsciously. After a while, he even smiled, then stretched out his other hand, hugged the other person's body into his arms, and exhaled tremblingly. He said slowly, "I know you are in pain, and I caused it all by myself. Not only can I not help you now, but I will make you suffer again in your heart. Li Ziqing, I want to ask you a question, like I'm so tired, how did you persevere?"

What answered him was Li Ziqing's body trembling more violently, and a few low-pitched sobs that were finally released after being suppressed for a long time.

Fine snowflakes fell together with the night in S City in the deep winter. In the wide open space in the front yard of the house, a black car parked steadily with its bright lights flashing.The butler came down from the steps of the main house with an umbrella, walked over quickly and opened the car door, Ji's father got out of the car, raised his head and squinted his eyes to see the snow falling all over the sky, the lights were whirling and falling, for a moment Then he looked away and asked the housekeeper, "Is Ji Bing back?"

The housekeeper answered in a straightforward manner, "I'll be back in the afternoon."

Ji's father sneered: "It's like an arrow to return to my heart."

The housekeeper bowed and reminded: "It's cold at night, you're exhausted from traveling, and you're in poor health, so don't stay outside for too long."

Ji's father turned a deaf ear to it, instead he stretched out his hand to catch a few snowflakes, watched them quickly melt into his palm, and asked calmly, "How is Li Ziqing?"

"It's not very good." The housekeeper told the truth: "A car accident hurt the bottom, and there are steel nails in the body. In this kind of weather, it must be suffering."

Ji's father couldn't see any change in his eyes, and asked again: "What about Ji Bing?"

"Stay close at every step."

Father Ji snorted, shook the snow off his sleeves, and walked towards the gate.

After entering the room, the housekeeper took off Ji's father's coat, shook off the cold air, and told Aunt Liu who came to welcome him: "Go and make some ginger tea."

Aunt Liu hurriedly turned around and went to the kitchen, but Ji's father stopped her again and asked her, "Are you all asleep?"

"Maybe you're asleep." Aunt Liu was caught up in the conversation, and went out bald: "Master, you don't know, the young master has suffered a lot recently, and he couldn't sleep because of the pain for several nights. Ji Young Master Bing will go directly to his room to accompany him tonight."

Ji's father bent over to change his shoes and paused for a while, then raised his voice and said "Oh, the housekeeper waved to Aunt Liu, signaling her to leave, then turned his head, and Ji's father in his vision was slowly straightening up, but his whole body was caught off guard. After shaking, he quickly stretched out his hand to support him, his face changed slightly, and hesitantly asked: "Master, are you..."

"It's just hypoglycemia." Father Ji said calmly, and then walked towards the house.

The housekeeper chased after him and added: "My wife called back a few days ago to ask about your health."

"Tell her she's fine."

The housekeeper folded his hands in front of him, and replied respectfully: "Okay."

Ji's father lifted his feet and went upstairs, and gave another order as he walked: "Go and see if Ji Bing is asleep. If he is not asleep, let him come to me."

The last time the two of them slept on the same bed was the night they just reconciled, a night like a honeymoon, and they were a little crazy with each other.That night, both Ji Bing and Li Ziqing thought that after the bitterness came to an end, there should only be sweetness left in the future, which became sweeter in different ways.

But life didn't intend to let them go at all. On the contrary, disasters followed one after another, and the relationship between them was once again torn apart in different ways.They were like two paper boats floating on the water, desperately approaching each other, but when a heavy rain came, not only the distance was pulled further, each was also riddled with holes, and they were no longer the same.

Li Ziqing's entire upper body was nestled in Ji Bing's arms, his face was buried in the crook of his arms, the sound of painful breathing gradually calmed down, and his tense body relaxed, as if he had really fallen asleep.

Ji Bing lay on the head of the bed with one leg bent, without even having time to change his clothes, he just kept the posture of embracing his lover, motionless.

About half an hour later, Li Ziqing uttered soft whispers in his sleep, weak and subdued, as if he was starting to hurt again.

Ji Bing slowly tightened his arms, as if he wanted to use this to transfer some pain to himself.

Li Ziqing in his arms began to rub his head against his chest in a daze, Ji Bing's heart was sore for a while, and he wanted to hurt him, and he seemed to be comforted by it.

The door was suddenly knocked twice, Ji Bing subconsciously covered Li Ziqing's ears, and asked in a deep voice, "What's the matter?"

The butler's voice came in: "Master Ji Bing, it's me, the master just came back, I want you to go to his place now."

"I'm not free right now." Ji Bing said, "I'll talk about it tomorrow if I have anything to do."

The butler changed the topic: "Is the young master asleep?"

Ji Bing replied impatiently: "Finally fell asleep, don't disturb him."

There was a pause at the door, but suddenly I heard the butler's surprised voice: "Master."

Father Ji's slow tone then sounded: "Open the door."

The door was pushed open from the outside, and the dazzling light from the chandelier in the corridor suddenly poured in. Even if the bed was far away, the light could not reach at all, so Ji Bing nervously covered Li Ziqing's head, for fear of waking him up , looked at his father with the unhappiness of being hastily interrupted.

Ji's father's eyes fell on the two of them, he stood at the door and didn't come in, he smiled and said nonsense: "So I really fell asleep."

Ji Bing frowned: "Otherwise?"

Ji's father joked: "I thought you just didn't want to come to see me."

Ji Bing: "I'm not that naive."

"How is he lately?"

"Not very good." Ji Bing said in a cold tone, "You have great powers, can you find a way to help your cheap son?"

Ji's father sneered: "I'm not a god, birth, old age, sickness and death are things that mortals can't do."

"Birth, old age, sickness and death, the only thing that can make you feel troublesome is probably the last one."

Father Ji raised his eyebrows: "So I am so great in your eyes."

"It's not greatness, it's omnipotence."

"There are also times when Jiang Lang's talent is exhausted."

Ji Bing didn't want to continue practicing Tai Chi with him, so he stopped talking, "Is there anything else?"

Ji's father said lightly: "It's okay, you guys go to sleep." He glanced at Li Ziqing in Ji Bing's arms for the last time, but turned around and left without saying anything.

The housekeeper bowed slightly to Ji Bing, and slowly closed the door.

Aunt Liu came over with a tray, looked up at Father Ji who was walking upstairs and asked, "Master, the ginger tea is ready, do you want to send it to your bedroom?"

Ji's father raised his foot and walked up the last step, as if he was thinking about something, then suddenly turned around and said to Aunt Liu, "Send it to the study."

The butler interjected: "Master, it's late at night, and it's time for you to rest."

Ji's father responded by stretching out his hand and swaying back, signaling the housekeeper to shut up.

Aunt Liu looked at the butler hesitantly. The other party watched Ji's father disappear at the corner of the stairs, sighed, and waved to Aunt Liu, with a rather helpless tone: "Send it over there."