Qiuchi silent

Summary: Now I ask, you say.

Mu Zhe was sitting in the taxi, holding the thick stack of photos in the black plastic bag.He asked Xiao Qing to check all the electronic equipment in front of him, and left after confirming that there was no backup, which took a lot of time.

The wound on the back of his hand congealed a little blood and collapsed because of the beating, Mu Zhe sighed.Fortunately, the hospital was not far away, and he didn't bother to stop the bleeding. After hesitating for a while, he opened the plastic bag a little, and took a rough look at the photos by the overhead light.

When he was a child, Xie Qiuchi had a kind of indistinguishable beauty, so in addition to being unsightly, there are also many close-ups of his face in the photos.One of them was very clean, there was nothing messy on his face, not even tears. Xie Qiuchi looked at the camera with his eyes wide open, foggy.

Mu Zhe hastily fastened the plastic bag tightly, and leaned against the back of the chair, putting his eyes on the back of his hand.

Xie Qiuchi, how did you come here?

He couldn't think any more, there was a pain in his breath, and hot tears touched the back of his hand.

After getting off the car, Mu Zhe didn't call Song Qingsheng immediately, but went to a small supermarket to buy a trash can, then found a secluded corner, and burned the photos one by one.Occasionally he lost his mind, and almost burned his hands. After the burning, he dunked the bucket and lighter into the big blue trash can next to the hospital. After rubbing his hot fingers, he asked Song Qingsheng for the room number.

"How are those people?" Song Qingsheng probably hid himself and asked him, his voice was very low.

"I got a beating, except for Xiao Qing, it wasn't too serious."

"Which level is your less serious one?"

"Tsk, it's just a minor injury. Someone took a knife so I hit it a little harder."

"Knife? Are you injured?"

"Well, it's not serious, that's all right, you go in and look at Qiuchi, I'll come right over."

When Mu Zhe entered the ward, he also brought three small wontons of chicken soup. Song Qing said in a terribly annoyed voice, "My mother is on a diet, so you're deliberately greedy for me."

"Can I have two taels of meat after eating it?" If she doesn't eat it, she won't eat it, and Mu Zhe allocated her share to himself.

Xie Qiuchi's eyes have been glued to him since he came in, seeing the cuts on his clothes and the blood on his hands, his expression changed: "Are you injured?"

Mu Zhe glanced at him, and put the wontons on the bedside table: "Eat first."

Song Qing raised her eyebrows in a loud voice, thinking that she was a little brighter, she left the ward silently, and even closed the door thoughtfully——retired after being successful.

The single ward became quiet, Mu Zhe opened his share of wontons, and took a sip of the soup first.

"Go and treat the wound first." Xie Qiuchi was a little anxious, Mu Zhe sat not far from him, and he could clearly see the long cut on the back of his hand.

"You didn't even listen after you shouted the safe words?" Mu Zhe blew on the full wontons in the spoon without raising his head, and said in a deep voice.

"no……"

"If not, just shut up and eat."

Xie Qiuchi finally grabbed the spoon, and the two finished the late dinner in silence. Mu Zhe took care of the lunch box before carefully looking at Xie Qiuchi.

The forehead was probably broken too, and gauze was pasted on, and the swollen cheeks that had been swollen before had subsided a little, and it wasn't that scary, but the eyes were bloodshot and looked very tired.

Mu Zhe recalled how he walked before, frowned and lifted the quilt: "How are your legs?"

"Just a little sprain, your hand..."

He didn't finish his sentence, because Mu Zhe turned his head and pinched his chin and kissed him, gagging the rest of the words.

Xie Qiuchi's eyes widened in surprise. When Mu Zhe let him go, he still couldn't react. Mu Zhe lightly touched his swollen cheek with his fingers. Seeing his frown in pain, he smiled: "Now I ask , You said, don’t worry about superfluous things.”

"..."

Xie Qiuchi thought a lot when Mu Zhe was away, about all his deceit and concealment, but after seeing Mu Zhe, he didn't have time to think about anything, only saw the wound on Mu Zhe's body, and almost forgot why he was sitting now. in the ward.

Now Mu Zhe pulled him back with a word, he subconsciously wanted to shrink back, but his back was against the wall, and Mu Zhe's hand was still on his shoulder.

Xie Qiuchi was silent for a moment: "Yes."

Remarks: It takes a long time for the liver to start. It depends on me to write if Qiuqiu is red or not. I rely on boiled blood? Continue tomorrow o_O

Hehe, now you know why Mu Zhe kicked Xiao Qing's ankle hard, he deserves it!