Cubs can't, at least they shouldn't

"Xiao He calculated an address." Xing Ce handed him a note, "It's a bank in Zurich."

Jiang Song took the note and read it carefully.

"I can't trust others. You can go there after you prepare today." He held the note between his fingers and lit it with a lighter.

Xing Ce watched the note burn in his hands, looked worriedly at Gu Changxi who was sleeping on the hospital bed, and then at Jiang Song, "He...you..."

"I know I should go in person, but he can't do without people, Secretary Zhou can't see him." Jiang Song lowered his head and threw the ashes in the trash can.

And it is still a problem for him to take medicine now.

"I'm sure it's fine if I go, don't worry." Xing Ce waved his hand, "The surname is Gu, I don't care whether he lives or dies."

"I'm worried about you." Xing Ce looked at him blatantly, "Has the fever subsided? No food, no food."

Jiang Song lowered his head and said nothing.

Xing Ce looked at him bitterly, "Do you think that I didn't, didn't know about you passing out in the corridor yesterday? Gu Changzhen, what is there that is worth spending your whole life, heart and soul? "

"Don't shout." Jiang Song glanced at the person sleeping on the bed to make sure he wasn't woken up.

Xing Ce lowered his voice a little bit, but he still couldn't help it, "Even if you want to take care of him, your own body is not your body anymore? I... Xiao Zhou and I will take turns delivering meals for you two, back/back Half of it is left, who didn't eat it, do you think it's hard to guess?"

"I ate it." Jiang Song argued weakly, "If I don't eat it, he won't eat it."

He didn't lie.

If he doesn't take the first bite, Gu Changxi won't move his chopsticks.

"Yes, you ate, ate." Xing Ce turned around in the ward angrily, "If you eat him/mother, every bite counts as a meal."

"Aren't you catching a plane?" Jiang Song took out a tissue to wipe his hands, "Go early and come back early."

"You..." Xing Ce pointed at him, "You" came out of nowhere, and walked away.

During the day, he had to keep an eye on Gu Changxi, and at night, he had to deal with the progress of the Wu family and the public opinion about Gu's Energy. Jiang Song hadn't had a full night's sleep for nearly half a month.

He was really too lazy to eat, and basically relied on burning cigarettes and drinking nutrient solution to sustain himself, his cheeks were sunken visibly.

The password matter has progressed, half of Jiang Song's heart is relieved, but the other half is tightened.

According to the doctor, Gu Changyi's condition has improved, but it is limited to a reduction in aggression, and he still needs sedatives for maintenance.

Jiang Song looked at the sleeping Gu Changzhen, his eyes turned slightly, and fell on the cabinet beside the bed.

He remembered that the day he first came, he saw Gu Changxi locked a thick stack of papers inside.

During this time, including Jiang Song, Gu Changxi didn't talk to anyone.

As soon as he woke up every day, he would open the cabinet door by himself and look at the things inside for a long time.

Nearly 1.9 meters tall, he squatted in front of the low cabinet like a child.

Jiang Song tried to hide behind and peek.

But the cabinet was really tightly blocked by him, and Jiang Song even suspected that even the light couldn't get through.

Moreover, Gu Changxi was very vigilant, as soon as Jiang Song approached behind him, he would immediately close and lock the cabinet door.

After confirming that Gu Changzhen was still in a deep sleep, Jiang Song walked to the front of the cabinet and bent down.

The cabinet door was still locked.

Keys and other sharp objects are not allowed to be kept in the wards of the mental health department, and a traditional four-digit combination wheel lock is hung on the cabinet door.

Each spinner stays on the "1" position.

Jiang Song closed his eyes, recalling for a moment what Gu Changzhen did after he closed the door.

He remembered how quickly he adjusted the lock each time.

Jiang Song turned the last wheel, and the lock cylinder made a slight click.

He glanced over at the bed.

Gu Changxi's breathing was deep and long, probably because the effect of the tranquilizer hadn't worn off.

Jiang Song turned the fourth reel to "7".

1-1-1-7.

He pressed the metal button on the side, and the lock snapped open.

Jiang Song looked down at the numbers on the lock, and it took him a long time to open the cabinet door.

It was almost empty inside.

It seems that there is nothing worth Gu Changxi squatting here for half a day.

There was only a stack of papers at the bottom of the cabinet.

Jiang Song saw it clearly.

It was a stack of beige rice paper.

The papers were not sorted by size, and the papers looked a bit disorganized.

The top one looks the oldest.

Jiang Song suddenly felt a little afraid to look at it.

Even if it's just a kitten showing its belly.

Cats are drawn with brushes.

Although the brushwork is very skillful at first glance, but from Jiang Song's current perspective, it is very green and immature.

It was signed 20 years ago, when Gu Changzhen was only two years old.

Jiang Song flipped through a few sheets, all of which were the simple strokes he used to coax little Gu Changxi.

He doesn't even remember drawing so many pictures of him.

Half a foot square, the size of a palm.

Some painted kittens and goldfish, and some painted angry cubs bulging with milk fat.

Jiang Song is not a patient person with children.

He looked at these paintings, but he could still recall the scenes he drew while laughing.

"Oh yes, make your mouth wider so that I can draw your little tongue like you hahahaha..."

"Wow--!"

When Gu Changzheng grew up to be a teenager, the lines on the painting became obviously smooth and free.

But the content of the painting is still those things, such as kittens, dogs, rabbits, and little hedgehogs with fruits all over their bodies.

Jiang Song slowly turned back one by one.

There were so many, his legs were almost numb before he turned to the last one.

That painting is obviously not finished, only the prototype of a kitten, but the naivety is already faintly visible.

Although it has been flattened hard at first glance, there are still faint traces of crumpling on the rice paper.

This was drawn by Jiang Song when Gu Changxi was drunk after he returned to China.

For the past twenty years, Gu Changxi has kept every one of his paintings.

Even the ducklings with two or three strokes are kept.

Jiang Song sat directly on the ground, burying his head in his arms.

It turns out that this is what Gu Changxi has to confirm that it is still there every day when he opens his eyes.

It turns out that this is Gu Changxi's "baby" that no one is willing to let anyone see and touch.

Jiang Song sat on the ground for a while, and put the paintings back in their original positions intact.

He tried his best to restore the appearance of the lock, and left the ward with the cigarette case and lighter.

The wards and corridors are all smoke-free, and he has been craving cigarettes recently, and he has to smoke almost half a pack a day to suppress the thoughts in his heart.

Before, he found that there was an exit from the safety ladder to go to the rooftop, and it was very quiet there, so he often went up to smoke while Gu Changzhen was sleeping.

Jiang Song leaned against the low wall on the roof, and over the rusty iron railings, he could see the nearby residential areas.

It's a bit cloudy.

The early spring wind swelled his shirt.

The loose chill seems to have swept away the dizziness caused by the low-grade fever.

Jiang Song blocked the wind with his left hand and lit a golden leaf.

He inhaled the smoke deeply until his lungs were full, and then exhaled slowly.

Even though the golden leaf was still soft, he still couldn't help coughing twice.

In the past, he heard people say that smoking hurts the lungs, and he also thought it was stupid.

But now even the smoke from his lungs can't wash away the Gu Changxi in his mind.

Jiang Song knew he was cruel.

So now even if the time to punish the Wu family is only one step away from him, he can't feel relaxed.

He quickly finished a cigarette, crushing the butt under his feet.

As soon as he lit another one, Jiang Song raised his head and saw thin raindrops falling from the sky.

He squinted his eyes, leaned back against the low wall, and let the cool spring rain fall on his face.

Yusi could not extinguish the cigarette, but made a very small "hissing" sound.

Jiang Song heard the heavy traffic downstairs and the urgent siren of an ambulance in front of the hospital.

He knew that Gu Changxi was right.

I was just looking for an excuse to back down.

But let alone Gu Changxi, he couldn't even fool himself.

But then he really couldn't help it.

He was besieged on all sides, he couldn't figure it out.

He turned and leaned against the low wall, watching a plane fly across the gray sky in the distance.

The rain was getting heavier, and Jiang Song's shirt was half wet.

But he seemed to be unconscious, lighting cigarettes one after another.

Until the cigarette in your hand is taken away.

His first reaction was Xing Ce, but when he thought about it, Xing Ce should have left early.

He turned his head and saw Gu Changxi's face sinking like water.

"How did you come up here?" Jiang Song bit his cigarette and immediately pushed him into the building, "It's raining, why are you running around?"

Although he was still wearing a hospital gown, Gu Changxi looked a little different from the previous two days.

"Did I tell you," he lowered his head, his voice hoarse, "don't walk around when it's about to rain, I'll find you before it rains."

"But it's already raining." Jiang Song's hands trembled a little, and he stubbornly took the cigarette back and held it again.

Gu Changxi took the cigarette out of his mouth again, grabbed it into the palm of his hand and crushed it before it was extinguished.

"What's wrong with you all, are you all my father?" Jiang Song was inexplicably angry, and took out another cigarette.

There was rain in the wind, and his hands were shaking so badly that he failed to light it a few times.

Gu Changxi watched silently from the side.

After finally lighting the cigarette, Jiang Song provocatively took a big puff in front of Gu Changhui.

Gu Changzhen's expression changed in an instant.

He clamped Jiang Song's chin with one hand, and squeezed his mouth open with a little force.

Jiang Song stared at him, with rain falling into his eyes.

He still wouldn't blink.

Gu Changxi lowered his head and pressed his lips against his.

The airflow rewinds and quickly subsides from the mouth.

Gu Changxi let go of him, and exhaled the smoke from one side of his face, "Keep smoking."

Jiang Song held his head up without showing any weakness, and took another drag on his cigarette.

Gu Changxi posted it again, more vicious than last time.

Jiang Song felt that his lips must be swollen from his sucking, so he cursed in a low voice, and bit Gu Changzhen's lips.

Gu Changxi sucked him, and even reached for the cigarette in his hand.

As if all the years of rebellion had been gathered together, Jiang Song raised his hand back and took another sip while Gu Changxi let go of the cigarette holder.

But because it was the wounded hand that Gu Changxi was pressing on his back, Jiang Song didn't dare to move, so he could only let him trap him.

Gu Changzhen's two arms were closed, protecting Jiang Song like wings.

In the air, apart from the scorching of tobacco and the coldness of rain, there is also the warm fragrance that will never go away in Jiang Song's mind.

Gu Changzhen's hands tightened slightly downwards, like hugging a bouquet of flowers, hugging Jiang Song by the waist.

Jiang Song's black hair was wet from the rain, and scattered in locks on his collarbone and shoulders.

He pushed back his hair with one hand, half-extinguished smoke was still between his pale knuckles.

In this posture, Jiang Song lowered his head and kissed Gu Changxi in the lingering smoke.

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