Cubs can't, at least they shouldn't

Jiang Song actually dropped his hand while going to the bathroom.

He fell asleep on the chair last night. When he woke up, Gu Changzhen got an old goose from nowhere and cooked a big pot with bamboo fungus.

Already very hungry, and no one had dinner together for a long time, Jiang Song's appetite was surprisingly good.

The soup was neither salty nor light, so he even ate more soup with meat.

As a result, he slipped and fell in the toilet on one of the rare nights in so many years.

He didn't even open his eyes at the time, and after losing his balance, he instinctively used his hands to lean on it, and the weight of his entire body fell on his right hand.

At that time, he woke up in pain with a jerk, he just gritted his teeth and didn't make a sound.

Trying to turn his wrist, he knew from experience that it must be a fractured bone.

As long as it doesn't break, this little injury and pain is not too unbearable for Jiang Song.

He sat on the toilet seat for a while, stood up and prepared to go to the hospital.

As a result, as soon as he left the bathroom door, Gu Changxi was standing outside.

Jiang Song was startled, and took a wrong step back, "What are you doing standing here?"

"What are you doing in there?" Gu Changxi didn't look at his face, his eyes fell on his neck.

The collar of Jiang Song's pajamas seems to have been specially designed, standing up to the bottom of his chin.

"What can I do in the bathroom?" Jiang Song didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "What do you want to do?"

Gu Changxi confronted him tit for tat, "I come to the bathroom, what can I do?"

Jiang Song simply dreamed of looking back at Changxi when he was eleven or twelve years old, helpless and conniving, "There are so many bathrooms in the house, why do you have to come to my bedroom?"

He thought about sending Gu Changxi away as soon as possible, and going to the hospital to wrap his hands again, so as not to have another new problem in cloudy and rainy days.

Just go up, Jiang Song let him in, "Hurry up, go to sleep after going up."

He was just about to go back to bed and lie down, when Gu Changxi turned around and grabbed his right wrist precisely.

At that moment, Jiang Song really felt that his soul was going to go out of his body, and the pain like a needle prick spread along his forearm to his shoulder, burning half of his body.

Seeing him leaning against the wall without a sound, Gu Changzhen's face became even colder, and his tone was very stiff, as if he was just explaining to himself: "I didn't use any strength, I didn't scratch you."

Jiang Song was trembling with pain, but he just knelt on the ground for a while without saying a word.

He took a deep breath, stood up with his left hand on his knees, and didn't bother to say anything, "It's because I didn't stand still, go pee quickly, and go to sleep after peeing."

Gu Changxi didn't come to the bathroom at all, he didn't even go into the bathroom to deal with it, and went out of Jiang Song's bedroom directly.

Jiang Song was afraid that he hadn't slept well after returning, so he gritted his teeth and lay on the bed for a while longer, the right side of his body hurt so much that he almost lost consciousness.

He couldn't work his right hand, and couldn't take off his pajamas, so he could only find a long coat from the cabinet and put it on.

Grinning his teeth and putting on his clothes, Jiang Song tiptoed out of the bedroom, and stuffed his wallet into his coat in the dark.

His night vision was almost non-existent, and he almost stepped on Gu Changxi who was sitting in the hallway.

"You are sick, Gu Changxi!" Jiang Song jumped three feet high, "What are you doing here at night without sleep?"

"What about you?" Gu Changyi didn't accept his tricks at all, "If I moved in and you would sneak out in the middle of the night, then what's the point of me moving in?"

He stared at Jiang Song scorchingly in the dark, "Mr. Jiang, since we have three chapters in the agreement, you must abide by it."

"Get out of the way, little bastard!" Jiang Song was so numb from the pain that he made a mistake and pushed Gu Changzhen with his injured right hand.

With his little strength, Gu Changzhen didn't move at all.

But he couldn't hold back a painful snort, "Hmm..."

The lights in the house came on at once.

Seeing that his clothes were too weird, Gu Changxi seemed to finally realize that something was wrong with him, "What's wrong with your hand?"

Jiang Song was sweating all over his head, and he was a little speechless.

His mind was a little confused, and Jiang Song shook.

Gu Changxi immediately supported him, his voice was terribly gloomy, "Jiang Song?"

"Go to the hospital." Jiang Song felt his body vacated, and whispered: "Don't hug, don't hug, you can walk by yourself."

"If you don't listen to me, return the money to me." Not only was Gu Changxi taller, but he was also wider than him. It was easy to wrap him in a blanket and hug him.

"..." Jiang Song felt like he was giving someone a handle. No matter what happened now, Gu Changzhen could use this universal sentence pattern.

During this period of time, the doctors and nurses in the hospital are all old acquaintances.

Jiang Song was a little sleepy after taking the painkiller injection, and sat in the waiting area waiting for the results of the film.

Gu Changxi didn't sit down either, he was silent for a while and asked Jiang Song, "Did I hurt it?"

"No, I touched it in the toilet, how can you be so energetic?" Jiang Song patted the chair next to him, "Sit down."

Gu Changxi didn't move.

"I'm sleepy, sit down and let me lean on for a while." Jiang Song said to him in a good voice.

Gu Changxi snorted coldly, "What kind of relationship does Mr. Jiang think we are?"

"Hiss—" Jiang Song held his hands and frowned.

"Nurse," Gu Changxi called the passing little nurse over, "He took analgesia, why is it still in pain?"

The nurse took Jiang Song's medical records and flipped through them, "Oh, he has used a lot of anesthetics before, and he may develop tolerance."

"History of anesthesia, tolerance?" Gu Changxi repeated blankly.

There was no distress at all in his expression. The nurse thought he just didn't understand, and turned to the first half of the medical record, "Here, GA means general anesthesia. Look, he had general anesthesia seven times this year."

Gu Changxi was neither looking at the nurse nor looking at the medical records, but looked down at Jiang Song very indifferently, "General anesthesia, one year, seven times?"

"Is there?" Jiang Song bit the bullet and took back his medical records, "How long ago did that happen? I don't even remember it."

The little nurse was very enthusiastic, "Let me help you take a look, isn't this written? There are many powders all over the body..."

"Okay, thank you!" Jiang Song cheered up and forcibly interrupted the little girl's enthusiastic help, "I think the patient with the infusion over there seems to need to pull out the needle."

He said casually, and followed the little nurse's eyes to look over there, and there were actually acquaintances over there, the two buddies who had the infusion next to Jiang Song last time.

Those two people didn't know how long they had been watching over there, and they recognized Jiang Song when they saw Jiang Song, and waved their hands awkwardly.

How can there be so many things in the middle of the night?

Jiang Song pulled out a smiling face with difficulty, hoping that he would not look so embarrassed by Gu Changxi's side.

Otherwise, the gossip tabloids will have his place in Jiang Song again tomorrow.

"There are many fans all over the body..." Gu Changxi looked at Jiang Song calmly, "Why are there so many fans all over the body?"

"Well, there are many dust allergies all over the body, which is a kind of hives." Jiang Song's face was not flushed, his heart was not beating, and his scalp was numb.

Fortunately, the radiology room notified them that the film was coming out, and Jiang Song quickly stood up, "Come on, let's go home after watching."

When watching the film, Jiang Song has never been so thankful that his right wrist has never been injured before, and it is perfect except for a small crack that is almost invisible.

"The wrist bone is broken, it's not serious, but I have to rest for the past two months and eat a light diet." The doctor typed a few lines on the computer, "Go to the second consulting room and put a plaster on it."

Jiang Song stood up, and heard Gu Changxi ask the doctor, "How did this kind of injury occur, could it be due to excessive pinching?"

The doctor looked at his expression inexplicably, "How could that be? This kind of bone fracture is usually caused by the force on the palm of the hand after falling."

There was a crack in Gu Changxi's unmoving expression, but he recovered quickly, "Okay."

When he came out of the hospital, Jiang Song was so sleepy that he had to be on guard against Gu Changxi's convulsions, and patted him on the back in a daze, "You really didn't pinch it, and it will be fine soon, huh?"

"I didn't think I pinched it," Gu Changxi looked away from the car window, his voice was emotionless, "Whether Mr. Jiang's injury is good or not has nothing to do with me."

Jiang Song didn't get enough sleep, and was sweating all over from the pain. He really couldn't get up at all, and his tongue was out of his mind to command, "Yes, it has nothing to do with you, and I don't blame you."

"Do not blame you."

Many years ago, Jiang Song woke up from a brief coma and repeated this sentence to the young Gu Changxi.

The cause of the incident was probably that Jiang Song went abroad on a short business trip and missed the flight back to Beijing by accident, so he had to postpone it a class later and had to make a detour.

As a result, the original plane caught up with bad weather on the way, and lost contact for a short time after an emergency landing midway.

Coincidentally, when the previous flight made an emergency landing, Jiang Song's side also just boarded the plane. He didn't get any news at all, and he was in a hurry when he was in transit, and he didn't make any special contact with the country.

So there was a time difference.

When the country got the wrong news that the previous plane crashed, Jiang Song's real plane was still in the sky.

It was already evening when Jiang Song came out of the terminal, and he immediately saw Gu Changxi kneeling on the platform.

Those eyes, which were originally golden, were like crazy, scarlet and scarlet.

At that time, Jiang Song didn't know what was going on, and ran towards him dragging his luggage, "Chang Xi, what's wrong?"

Gu Changxi stared at him as he ran towards him, a momentary blankness appeared in his eyes, as if he was trying to distinguish between dreams and reality.

It wasn't until Jiang Song ran to his side that he drooped his shoulders, stood up from the ground, and said very briefly: "It's fine."

Jiang Song was puzzled and rubbed his hair, "Miss me?"

Gu Changxi replied in a warm voice: "Yes."

"Don't you always want Kobe's signature sneakers? I signed them back for you." Jiang Song patted the suitcase proudly.

"Well, good." Gu Changxi agreed without raising his head.

"What's the matter? Why were you kneeling there just now? What's wrong with your eyes?" Jiang Song pulled the child's head, "What's the matter? Crying? Thinking of me?"

Gu Changxi avoided his hand, "Didn't you say you took the flight yesterday afternoon?"

"Ah, I missed that one, I got up late." Jiang Song scratched his head, and offered him chocolate candies again, "You like the handmade pure dark chocolate, you want chopped nuts and not raisins, I bought it right, right? ?”

"You didn't catch the plane, can't you call me and tell me?" Gu Changxi still didn't look up, staring at his fingers.

"I'm sorry, I'm so rushed. I just wanted to buy this for you." He pointed to the chocolate. "I left the airport where I made a layover, and I almost missed the rest of the way."

Gu Changxi pushed the chocolate away with an unusually quiet voice, "Do you think I care about chocolate?"

Jiang Song was already tired, and he couldn't get off the stage, and he wasn't very happy, "What do you mean, Gu Changxi? I've been coaxing you, little bastard, but you're still here?"

"No." Those were the last words Gu Changzhen said that day.

Jiang Song was exhausted after sitting on the plane for more than ten hours, and for no reason got a face from the little boy. He didn't eat any food when he got home, so he took a shower and lay down on the bed.

The body is exhausted to death, and the mind is still jet-lagged.

He saw the news clarifying the crash of the flight on his mobile phone, recalling Gu Changxi's performance, he felt sore and hurt, and felt that he was wronged.

Jiang Song was still thinking about how to apologize to him tomorrow, so he wrapped his hands around his neck.

The pressure in his throat made him struggle instinctively, but he had already lost the opportunity.

In the darkness, he frantically touched those hands, with well-defined joints but tender skin.

It was clearly a child's hand.

A sense of suffocation surged, blocking the last gap in the air.

Those hands are working hard.

He felt warm fluid dripping down his face before he lost consciousness.

"If you die too, if you die too..."

Jiang Song tried his best to control himself, worried that the instinctive resistance would accidentally hurt the person on his body.

"I'd rather kill you with my own hands."

Consciousness was withdrawn for a very short minute or two, and when he woke up, he was next to a trembling body.

"Changxi?" His voice could barely make any sound, it was terribly hoarse.

The body around him flinched, hugging him tightly like a drowning man hugging a life-saving straw.

Jiang Song turned over, put his hand on the boy's body and patted him gently, coaxing him in a low voice like when he had a nightmare when he was a child, "I don't blame you, it's okay, I don't blame you, huh?"

In the darkness, he could feel tears seeping from his chest, and vaguely heard the young man's murmur, "Even if you die, you can't leave me."

Jiang Song protected his back and assured him softly, "No, don't be afraid."