Cubs can't, at least they shouldn't

Jiang Song made Gu Changzhen so angry that his head was buzzing, and he went home against the wind.

He threw his coat on the sofa, wondering: what did this little brat eat to grow up?Why do you become more and more angry?It seemed that without saying a few words, Gu Changxi's mouth would grow in vain.

For a young child, why not learn to smoke and drink like others?

It's fine if you drink so much that your body smells of alcohol, but what does it look like in the house that is smoky all day long?Won't it hurt your body?

Something wrong.

Jiang Song got angry on the sofa for a while, and the anger slowly subsided, and the sweat on his body also cooled down, sticking to his body.

He took a hot shower in the bathroom, and after drying his hair half-dried, he was a little sleepy and couldn't hold it.

He hastily dried his hair, drank his bedtime medicine and went to bed.

Pieces and pieces, he had many dreams.

It's all about Gu Changzhen having a temper tantrum with him when he was a child.

At that time, the little boy was not very angry, and he would not say the annoying words now, but he was easily anxious.

I remember one time when Jiang Song came home late from a social event.

In fact, I greeted the child in advance, and sent him several text messages in the middle, asking him if he had dinner, if he finished his homework, and if he wanted him to go home and bring supper.

The kid was quite obedient, he ate and finished his homework by himself, and told Jiang Song that he wanted to drink mango-flavored yogurt.

But at the dinner party that day, there was a friend whom I hadn’t seen for a long time. Jiang Songyi drank a few more drinks happily, and did not reply to the last news.

After returning home, I found Gu Changxi sitting on the sofa without making a sound. At that time, Jiang Song teased him: "Is this meditation?"

The child turned his back to him, ignoring others.

Jiang Song picked up the back of his neck, "Are you losing your temper? I brought you yogurt, do you want to drink it now?"

The boy shook his hand, and Jiang Song saw his face.

The little face was full of tears, Jiang Song was terrified, "What's wrong? Why are you crying? Is there something uncomfortable?"

The child shook his head and raised his hand to wipe away his tears.

"Then what's wrong with you? Why are you crying? Isn't it okay to send text messages at night?" Jiang Song touched his head and shoulders, checked worriedly, and woke up from the wine.

The kid didn't speak that night, but he started to have a fever in the middle of the night, and kept calling him in a low voice: "Uncle, I feel bad."

Jiang Song was so distressed that he didn't dare to sleep after giving him the fluid, and kept cooling him with an ice towel.

The child grabbed his hand, crying, "Uncle, don't go."

"Don't go, don't go." Jiang Song carried him to his bed and didn't sleep all night.

For two days, Jiang Song kept guard.

What kind of company and entertainment are all waiting for his child to get well.

He blamed himself very much. It should be because he didn't reply to the text message, which made the little boy anxious.

But at the time, he couldn't figure it out. Even though Gu Changxi was young, he was still in good health. How could he fall ill in a hurry?

Later, the nanny at home said that Gu Changxi had been taking a shower after eating that day, and no one was allowed to go in after taking a shower for almost an hour.

Jiang Song understood.

This little bastard has been nothing since he was a child, and he can do anything to himself.

Jiang Song fell asleep, only feeling colder and colder.

He wrapped the quilt tightly in a daze, still shivering intermittently.

After a while, it became hot again, making his mouth dry.

He wanted to touch the water glass from the bedside table, but just as he picked it up, it slipped from his fingers and turned over with a "crash".

Jiang Song tried to open his eyes, and found that everything he saw was blurry, and the edge of his vision was faintly pink.

He tried to sit up on the bed, but almost fell off the bed.

He was no stranger to this feeling, just a high fever.

But it's rarely been this serious before.

He even had trouble sitting up.

After groping for his mobile phone, his first reaction was to call Xing Ce.

But Xing Ce's house is not too close, and most of the night they have wives and children.

Jiang Song took a few deep breaths, feeling that the air became hot after passing through his respiratory tract, burning his nostrils.

He turned on all the headlights at home with the remote control, propped himself up on the side of the bed and sat up slowly.

As soon as the height of the heart changed, his heart beat violently.

The pulse was pounding in his eye sockets, as if his eyes were going to be pushed out in the next second.

Jiang Song tried several times but failed to stand up. He was about to call 120 for himself when the sound of the door opening came from the entrance.

"Who?" His lips moved, but no sound came out of his throat.

It's two o'clock in the middle of the night, and there won't be any friendly guests.

If a thief broke into the house at this time, Jiang Song didn't even need the other party to do it.

Jiang Song felt sorry for the thief, he was only here to steal things, but this one might end up with his life.

He could only sit obediently by the bed.

It's not that he doesn't want to move, it's that he really can't move.

The footsteps outside the door gradually approached, Jiang Song was thinking whether he should lie down and pretend to sleep.

Maybe there is no need to pretend for too long, he won't wake up for a while anyway.

He propped himself on the side of the bed with his head down, he didn't even have the strength to look up and see people, he just felt like snowflakes flickering in front of his eyes.

There was buzzing in the ears, and the nose was blocked, so I couldn't smell at all.

The few remaining auditory and visual senses are like his last connection with this world.

The "thief" seemed flustered when he saw him, and ran up to him in three or two steps.

"Jiang Song!" Gu Changzhen's voice was so loud that he frowned slightly.

Jiang Song swallowed hard, trying to say something to him, but still no sound came out.

As soon as Gu Changxi touched his forehead, his face turned pale, and he began to dress him without saying a word.

Jiang Song couldn't speak, and couldn't raise his hand, he was at the mercy of Gu Changxi like a puppet.

"Don't sleep." Gu Changxi talked to him while dressing him, "Don't sleep."

Jiang Song wanted to say: But I'm a little sleepy.

Gu Changxi patted his face lightly, "Look at me."

Jiang Song raised his bloodshot eyes with difficulty, his eyes could hardly be focused, and his eyelids almost closed in a blink of an eye.

Gu Changxi zipped up his coat and hugged it tightly, "Don't sleep."

Jiang Song seemed to hear a very soft sentence, "I beg you."

"...I beg you, can you answer the phone?" The boy's voice was hoarse in the message box.

Jiang Song leaned on the armchair, the ashtray in front of him was filled with cigarette butts in disorder.

He held a golden leaf between his fingers, and neither joy nor worry could be seen on his face.

"Yes, why don't you answer his phone call? To appease him, after all, he is still a child." Xing Ce was a little reluctant, looking at Jiang Song's face through the smoke.

"He went abroad..." Jiang Song paused for a while, "It's been a while, what should be settled, is everything settled?"

"It's early to settle down, it's settled," Xing Ce sighed, "But he calls more frequently than eats and eats all day long, so what's wrong with you just answering one?"

Jiang Song cut off part of his own shares and made a trust for Gu Changxi, and the guardianship relationship between the two was terminated early.

Gu Changxi has been notified all the time, but he has not been able to connect with Jiang Song himself.

Jiang Song bit the cigarette holder and took a deep puff, "What's the matter with picking up another one? The little hairy child is willing to stay outside now, and it's all up to me to find someone to hold him down. He only knows that my father has passed away. If Knowing the current situation of the Jiang family, is he still willing to stay abroad honestly? Can he be of any help when he comes back in a flash? The Wu family knows better than anyone else that he is my weakness. "

Xing Ce couldn't find anything to refute him.

Because both of them knew in their hearts that for Gu Changxi, whether he wanted to or not, leaving the Jiang family was leaving the danger, and for him it was the best way to avoid risks.

The cleaner and cleaner Jiang Song is, the safer Gu Changxi will be.

"I answered his call, but I still won't tell him anything." Jiang Song crushed the cigarette into the ashtray and lit another one. "It's just giving him hope that doesn't exist."

"What hope?" Xing Ce looked at him.

Jiang Song brushed off the ash from the end of the cigarette, coughed lightly, and did not answer.

Xing Ce was a little embarrassed, "Then... what should we do now?"

"There's nothing to do." Jiang Song's eyes showed no compromise, "If he calls again, change the number, and then contact him after adding number protection."

Seeing that there was nothing to discuss, Xing Ce turned to work matters, "Are you still going to see the scene tonight?"

"Definitely go for a while, and leave when the agreement is brought over there." Jiang Song quickly finished another cigarette and stood up neatly.

A young man in his 20s, with a very tall and straight figure, does not look like he has just lost at all.

"It will take three, three or four hours to drive from here? Do you want someone to take you off?" Xing Ce asked him.

"I'll just drive there by myself." Except for Gu Changxi, Jiang Song doesn't like other people to ride in his own car, and he usually drives by himself.

At night, there are many trucks on the highway.

Especially the kind of heavy truck with more than ten rounds, which makes a heavy rumbling sound when driving past.

Jiang Song was very cautious when driving at night, habitually keeping a distance from those big cars.

He was smoking all the way, and the air conditioner was cycled on, but there was always a lingering smell of smoke in the car.

All he could think about was Gu Changxi.

The child must have been angry when he first left, and I haven't contacted him for about a week.

Jiang Song at the school has made all arrangements from pick-up to school, so there is nothing to worry about.

Then the kids started calling him.

Just like what Xing Ce said, three meals a day can't be shaken.

Jiang Song refused.

The child left a message every day saying what was taught at school today, who he met, who he ate, and what food he ate.

Gu Changxi is different from when he was in middle school, he started to deal with people.

Today I know a Steve who raises snakes, and tomorrow I know a Roy who likes to keep a diary.

Jiang Song listened to those messages repeatedly, feeling that he was familiar with them.

But he didn't answer a single phone call from the beginning to the end, and he didn't even reply to a single message.

On his birthday, Gu Changzhen sang a happy birthday song to him, crying while singing.

Xing Ce couldn't listen anymore, and was about to close it halfway.

He was indifferent, and listened expressionlessly from beginning to end.

When Gu Changxi celebrated his birthday, he was outside to inspect the scene, and Xing Ce asked him if he wanted to give him something.

Jiang Song answered him absent-mindedly: "How old is my birthday?"

Jiang Song knew he was cruel.

But he was not only afraid that Gu Changzhen could not bear it.

He was also afraid that he couldn't bear it.

Gu Changzhen is like the flesh on the top of his heart, placed so far away, his reluctance is no less than Gu Changzhen's.

But he can't say.

Gu Changzhen is a child, he is not anymore.

When changing lanes to the overtaking lane on the fast lane, Jiang Song noticed some unusual scratches on the steering wheel.

He just turned the steering wheel to the left, but the car body turned to the right.

Jiang Song turned the steering wheel sharply to turn the front of the car back, but the direction was still uncontrollably deflected towards the emergency parking belt.

The speed on the highway was very fast, and Jiang Song hit a small truck in front before he had time to slow down.

Like a punch, the airbag hit him hard in the face, and he was soon blind.

There was a loud roar and the scraping of metal.

The feeling of weightlessness and tumbling tumbling came one after another, and the bones of the arms and legs felt burning from the violent collision.

The glass splashed and the tumbling ended with a loud bang.

The pain was sobering, and Jiang Song felt that his car might have rushed out of the high-speed guardrail and turned down the hillside.

After briefly losing consciousness in his hands and feet, he felt unbearable pain.

He wanted to check his condition, but the car body was severely deformed during the fall.

Squeezed between the airbag, seat and roof, he was almost completely immobilized.

His vision was only limited to the white color of the swollen air sac and the shadow covered by blood stains, so that when the cold blade touched his throat, he thought it was an illusion of dying.

"Mr. Jiang." The voice was processed by the voice changer, making it hoarse and ugly, "Don't overestimate yourself, this is just a warning."

Jiang Song's vocal cords could no longer make a sound, but the stinging pain of the skin being cut was very real.

The blade was not sharp, and it even stumbled when cutting the skin, causing waves of vomiting, but after all, there could only be the sound of "cracking" bubbles breaking in the throat.

A warm liquid flowed down his throat and into his shirt, as if wearing a bright red coat for him.

The incision seemed to be lit with clusters of flames, burning along his blood vessels.

The air smelled of gasoline and blood, and there was an indescribably faint fragrance.

The man left quickly.

Jiang Song was not sure if he would die.

The blood loss gradually lowered his body temperature, taking his consciousness away bit by bit.

In the distance, Jiang Song saw a Xifei night flight in the sky, slowly driving out of sight with its red lights flashing.

At this moment, he was actually rejoicing.

At least it wasn't Gu Changxi who was hurt.

At least the kid didn't see it.

At least it doesn't scare him.

If he died, he hoped that Xing Ce would tell Gu Changxi after a while.

Perhaps at that time, Gu Changxi had Steve or Roy's company, and he no longer relied so much on this former family relationship, so he would not be too sad.

But in a trance, he seemed to hear Gu Changzhen calling him, "Jiang Song? Jiang Song?"

He thought: Impossible.Gu Changxi is abroad.

But there was another hand holding his hand, which was very big and warm.

When had he ever held such a hand?

"Jiang Song! Jiang Song!"

Jiang Song opened his closed eyes slightly, but he still couldn't see anything.

He was a little awake, and he could hear the special cries and shouts in the hospital, and the noise of the emergency stretcher as it passed by quickly.

Really bad.

Gu Changxi must be anxious again.

Very lightly, he scratched the palm that was holding him with his fingers.

Gu Changxi immediately bent down and approached him, casting a whole shadow in his half-opened eyes.

Jiang Song raised his finger very slowly, and wrote two words stroke by stroke in his palm.

"Don't be afraid."

The author has something to say: I promise it will pass soon (I can’t afford to kneel

感谢在2021-08-3120:35:25~2021-09-0115:46:30期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who cast mines: Xing Xing'er 2; Guoguoweiya, Tanhen, Qingmeng's Qingjing, 521081821;

感谢灌溉营养液的小天使：嵐風50瓶；落山茶20瓶；咕噜噜10瓶；ORZ、老街旧人5瓶；柠七、勺子2瓶；清梦的清静、只解千山唤行客1瓶；

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