After being coveted by old men for many years, I quit

Seeing the smile in the man's eyes, Zhou Cheng's nose twitched for no reason.

There are too many words stuck in my throat, and I can't say a word.

He didn't know what he could ask, and he didn't know what to do if he asked.

By the time the soreness spread to the corner of his eyes, he had already turned around and entered the bathroom.

That night, the two lived in peace, and the man slept on the sofa all night.

Probably because the night's experience was really not that good. When Zhou Cheng woke up the next day, He Xiao hadn't gone to work yet, with obvious tiredness lingering in his brows and eyes, and a trace of resentment that he didn't sleep well.

Seeing him sitting up from the bed, He Xiao raised his eyebrows while arranging his formal clothes, "It's still early, why don't you go to sleep?"

Zhou Cheng glanced at him indifferently, shook his head, then got out of bed and went into the bathroom.

After he finished washing, the man was fully dressed and ready to go out, "I asked someone to buy breakfast, you remember to eat it later, I have work at noon, so I won't be back, and I will get off work early in the evening."

Zhou Cheng wanted to say that he could arrange his time however he wanted, and there was no need to follow his wishes.

But after thinking about it, even if he said this to the man, it would be of no avail, so why waste this tongue.

Zhou Cheng stayed at the hospital all day.

In the afternoon, the man who often went in and out of the ward moved a new bed. After stuffing another bed into the originally spacious room, it looked much cramped.

Before going to bed at night, He Xiao lay on his new bed and said "good night" to him.

Zhou Cheng heard it, and gently closed his eyelids.

Sleeping until midnight, around three or four o'clock in the morning, there was a hasty knock on the door outside, accompanied by the anxious voice of the nurse.

Zhou Cheng hadn't slept well in the past two days. No matter how sleepy he was, as long as his consciousness became slightly blurred, he would suddenly wake up at a certain point, and this situation lasted all night until dawn.

So when the voice of the nurse rang outside along with the knock on the door, he got up quickly, and ran to open the door before he even had time to put on his shoes.

"Zhou, Mr. Zhou, your mother...she..." Although Zhou Cheng had expected this moment to come, Zhou Cheng's heart was still shocked, and he ran to the next door with a pale face. ward.

The doctor who heard the news was still doing the final first aid, and there was only a straight line left on the heart rate instrument, making a long and harsh sound.

Standing outside the crowd, Zhou Cheng watched the doctors and nurses take turns pressing forward, watching them anxiously communicating, and there was only a silent color picture in front of him.

The picture seems to be elongated frame by frame, and everyone's movements are slowed down.

In the end, they stopped, walked up to him apologetically, and said something.

Zhou Cheng couldn't hear it, he just felt dark before his eyes, and fell to the ground in a whirl.

A pair of powerful big hands clasped his shoulders and helped him up again.

He felt himself being pulled into a warm embrace, and he opened his eyes with difficulty, looking at He Xiao's handsome face and shouting something very solemnly.

Before the consciousness completely dissipated, he looked at the arc of the man's thin lips, only to realize that he called his name... Three days later.

On a gloomy snowy day, the snow started to fall early in the morning and became slightly smaller until near noon, but there were still scattered snow particles floating on the black mourning clothes, like tiny flowers white flowers.

Zhou Cheng finished his last night, followed the schedule, said his last goodbye to his mother, and then drove to the cemetery.

Even if he was still conscious, his body would still be tired after three days of suffering. In the slight bump of the car, he drooped his eyelids and looked out the window at the scenery covered in silver frost.

He Xiao looked at the boy's dull profile, and asked softly, "Are you sleepy? If you're sleepy, go to bed first, and I'll call you when I get there."

Zhou Cheng didn't speak, maintaining the posture of looking out the window.

Seeing that he was silent, He Xiao pursed his thin lips slightly, put his head on his shoulders with his long arms, rubbed his knuckles lightly on his head, "Go to sleep, sleep for a while?" The deep voice seemed to possess magic power so-so.

Zhou Cheng felt the continuous body temperature coming from his body, his nose was filled with his clean and clear breath, and slowly closed his eyes.

Drowsiness hit, and soon, he fell into a deep sleep.

One after another, the bizarre dreams are constantly changing and staged like a fleeting moment.

In the end, he seemed to be stuck in a quagmire, and he couldn't break free, his body became heavier and heavier, and he sank deeper and deeper.

He yelled for help, but no one appeared... until a ray of light broke the darkness around him, and he heard a familiar voice coming from ahead... "Chengcheng, Chengcheng, Wake up."

The voice became louder and louder, and he finally returned to reality, and his consciousness gradually became clearer.

Zhou Cheng opened his eyes, and what he saw was the face of the man who was close at hand, his deep black pupils were full of worry.

He gasped slightly, only to realize that a layer of sweat had covered his body, and his clothes were wet.

He lifted his lips, his voice was weak, "What's wrong..." "You're having a nightmare," He Xiao replied softly, wiping the tears from the corners of his eyes with his fingers, "Do you feel better?"

Zhou Cheng sat up from his seat, and the city scene outside the car window has changed into a mountain scene, and the white world is integrated into one.

He shook his head, raised his hand and touched his face, "How long have I been asleep?"

He Xiao glanced at his watch, "In less than an hour, it's almost here."

Zhou Cheng nodded slowly, "Yes."

For the past three days, the man stayed with him every step of the way. He also arranged for the funeral, arranged the mourning hall, and notified relatives. On the other hand, he seemed to have done nothing.

Looking at those indifferent faces, sometimes he would have an illusion that he was the only one.

As long as he stayed in the mourning hall, He Xiao stayed with him for as long.

From beginning to end, there was not a single complaint.

Sometimes Zhou Cheng would think, if it wasn't for the fact that this man was about to get married, perhaps, what he did to him in the past few days, he would be willing to stay by his side until the day he got bored with him.

Because when he was most helpless and confused, he was willing to be his only support.

Unfortunately, the real world is always so cruel.

When we arrived at the cemetery, it was snowing again.

He Xiao got out of the car first, took the umbrella from his subordinates, and then walked around the car to the other side, opened the car door, and let Zhou Cheng get down.

It's not an exaggeration to say that the temperature outside is freezing, but Zhou Cheng didn't feel anything.

He Xiao took his hand, and the two followed behind the team, walking into the depths of the cemetery together.

Along the way, the snow fell more and more, and there were many voices complaining about the bad weather in the team.

Only Zhou Cheng walked quietly all the time.

He Xiao looked down at him from time to time, and the dark tone in his deep eyes became more and more intense.

He thought Zhou Cheng would cry, but in the past three days, he never cried.

Ever since he woke up from a faint that day, the most expression on his face was expressionless.

There was no pain, no sorrow, and he didn't even show the reaction that should be due to the loss of his mother.

This is undoubtedly abnormal.

Because of this, he became more and more worried that if he didn't vent his emotions, he would be overwhelmed sooner or later... After the funeral, other people left the cemetery one after another.

There were only two figures left, snuggled up under an umbrella, and they hadn't left yet.

The snow is falling all over the sky, exaggerating the atmosphere of parting.

Zhou Cheng looked at the smiling woman in the photo, only her eyelashes wet with snowflakes blinked from time to time.

"Chengcheng."

He Xiao held an umbrella and stared at him, his handsome brows frowned slightly, "It's snowing too much, let's go back first, huh?"

He tightened Zhou Cheng's frozen hand, "You're almost frozen, be obedient."

"He Xiao."

It's been a long time since I heard his name and surname from his mouth. The moment the man heard his own name, his tall and straight body froze instantly.

Zhou Cheng's calm eyes moved from the tombstone to the man's taut handsome face, and he looked at him without blinking.

"Let's separate."

The snow was heavy, and the boy's voice was very soft, but He Xiao still heard every word of him clearly.

Zhou Cheng withdrew his hand from his trust, and continued unhurriedly, "I am very grateful for your care during this time, really, since I was a child, you are probably the only one who has treated me so well besides my parents. people."

"If I hadn't met you, I know my mother wouldn't be able to last so long. I'm already very satisfied that she can accompany me here... I know that what I'm going to say next is a little bit for you. No conscience, but I don't think I should continue to be wrong."

He took a deep breath, "I have never thought about what I should do after my mother is gone, but in the past two days, I have thought a lot. I know you are going to get married, but you probably don't want to be with me now. Ending such a relationship, but what is wrong is wrong. Since it is wrong, this kind of thing should not be allowed to happen. I am an adult, and I cannot do such a thing... In the future, I think of myself Work hard, earn money and study hard, please stop here between us."

From the moment the boy uttered the first sentence, He Xiao couldn't hear what he was saying clearly.

It wasn't until he said the two syllables of "marriage" that he came back to his senses in a daze, and his handsome facial features were quickly covered with a layer of frost.

He gritted his teeth and paused every word, "Who told you that I want to get married?"

He didn't agree to the things that those busybodies decided arbitrarily, and he didn't agree to it from the beginning to the end. How could there be such a thing as "marriage"?

But after thinking about it, he should have thought of it with his toes, who would spread the word all over the world.

Zhou Cheng looked at him, "Is it important who said it? Isn't it important that you are getting married?"

"This matter is not what you think!"

"What's that like?"

Looking at the boy's indifferent eyes, He Xiao began to feel irritable. He wanted to explain several times, but found that he would not be able to explain clearly for a while. In the end, he could only patiently say under the boy's indifferent eyes, "Zhou Cheng, He Minnan wished that I would fall down early so that I could give way to him. Do you think he would let me marry the Yin family? He told you this just to use you to contain me to achieve his own goals, not to mention this It's impossible for this to become a reality!"