old man feeding rules

The suspect, Lan Ling, was in a bad state of mind, her words didn't make sense, and there were many contradictions in her words, which were pitifully low in terms of reference, and Jiang Xun's body was almost at its limit. After all this tossing, his face turned pale It was scary, how could Zhou Mi have the heart to let him hold on, and after a few words of concern, he asked Song Yuzhi to send him back.

Before leaving, Jiang Xun deliberately stayed at the door for a while to observe Lan Ling's reaction.

He frantically tore his clothes, yelled and slammed his head against the wall, scratched his arms bloody, and would bite the criminal police who came to stop him. He really didn't look like a normal person anymore.

In such a state of insanity, no matter what he confesses, he is not capable of being responsible for what he said. Song Yu only held Jiang Xun's hand with the drip on, and said softly: "The city bureau can't keep him anymore. Choose between a mental hospital or a juvenile detention center."

Jiang Xun let out a "hmm", and slowly looked away, looking at the deep and dark corridor.

"It's time to change him to another place, otherwise he'll just keep going crazy."

His words were puns with deep meaning, and he closed his eyes tiredly, and opened them again after feeling the cool touch on his arms.

Song Yuzhi was wiping his bruised hands with alcohol, and glanced into the noisy interrogation room, "You and I wanted to go together, right?"

"I'm not the roundworm in your stomach, how can I know what you're thinking?"

Song Yuzhi blinked at him, "You know it clearly."

Jiang Xun was noncommittal, just let out a long sigh, looking at the ceiling peeled off by the sewage, and was a little anxious by the noise inside, "Let's go, go back."

Obviously, he insisted on meeting the suspect under pressure because he was worried about the case, but after meeting the suspect, he regretted asking for trouble. Fortunately, he did a long time of psychological preparation before coming.

"It's true that he wants to kill me, and it's also true that he wants me to save him. Why is there such intense ambivalence?"

When getting out of the car, Song Yu only heard him murmuring, enjoying the rare quietness of this moment, even if he was carried out of the car, he would not be obedient to beat others.

Perhaps it was indeed the severe exhaustion that made Jiang Xun feel unusually tired. He let Song Yuzhi hold him by the waist and legs to hug him, and let himself bury his head in the man's neck, enjoying the peace of this moment .

The breath he exhaled fell on Song Yuzhi's body, and the exposed skin turned red instantly, and the earlobes that could not be blocked by the temples were also caught by the red tide.

"Why are you blushing, kid? Don't have any weird physical reactions. Be careful that I will kick that thing of yours."

Saying this feebly is really not deterrent, especially when he scolds and sticks to Song Yuzhi, and transfers to the wheelchair with difficulty.

Song Yuzhi pinched his thigh in protest, and pinched a few times provocatively, "When will you pull out the tube on your thing before you say this, you can be careful, the tube has been inserted for a long time It may affect the function, what if I can't stand up in the future, what should I do?"

"Song, don't talk nonsense! You won't be able to stand up. You need to care about me! Stop touching me!"

"Really? Then I'll let go."

Song Yuzhi gestured to let go, Jiang Xun was already unable to use his leg, and the incision in his abdomen affected his swollen and painful muscles, making it difficult to move. He lost his support all of a sudden, and was about to fall to the ground.

Before he was frightened, Song Yu hurriedly hugged him again, slowly moved him onto the wheelchair, and patted his back comfortingly.

"Okay, okay, stop making trouble, go home, I'll make soup for you."

These days, Jiang Xun couldn't bear the atmosphere of the hospital and went home to recover from his injuries. He didn't dare to let Pengpeng see his half-dead virtue, so he asked Aunt Yun to take her to Sanya for a round of fun. Every day when he opened his eyes, only Song Yuzhi was in front of him. It's impossible to say that you are not annoying.

But thanks to his care, Jiang Xun, who has limited mobility, would not be paralyzed to death at home. Fresh soup is provided for three meals a day, and someone takes care of eating and drinking, which is equivalent to hiring a free nurse.

But sometimes, it feels uncomfortable to have more people around, just like it is inevitable to be honest with each other when changing medicine. In the past, he must have felt too embarrassed to be seen by acquaintances, but now Song Yu only takes care of him in front of and behind the bed , Serving him so that his whole body is comfortable, he feels that it is not cheap for outsiders.

It seems that something is not quite right...

When he went back that day, he couldn't bear it anymore, and he thought that he was not bedridden, and always had a tube inserted, as if he was disabled, which was shameful.

After all, he paid attention to Song Yuzhi's words, gritted his teeth cruelly, and simply pulled out the urinary catheter himself, the pain was so sour.

He fell asleep again just before dinner, and woke up five or six times in just two hours. As soon as he closed his eyes, Lan Ling's crazy appearance with blood-red eyes seemed to be burned into his mind, lingering, cold The tip of the knife pierced into the body, and the despair that seemed to solidify the bones and blood came again and again.

The uncomfortable feeling of sweat and stickiness when he wakes up makes Jiang Xun, who has always been a clean freak, feel uneasy. The sky outside the window is already dark, and the reflections of the withered tall branches swaying in the residual wind are reflected on the wall through the curtains, like a pair of twins from the depths of purgatory. The ghost claw captures the obsession of life.

Jiang Xun sighed, gritted his teeth and sat up, pulled out the needle in his hand, the pain of tearing the wound woke him up instantly, and slowly stood up while leaning on the edge of the table.

Just such a simple movement exhausted all his strength, and that feeling of emptiness and helplessness fell on every part of his body, so heavy that he almost suffocated.

It was only at this time that he would reflect on why he lived in such a big house, and this remorse was magnified to the extreme when he thought of the bathroom flush failure in his bedroom.

When he got off the ground, he realized that at some point, the floor beside the bed was covered with a thick blanket, which was soft and comfortable to step on, but it was a pity that most of his attention was on the pain, and he didn't have the time to think too much about it. It also gave up the reason for pursuing it.

He didn't really want to think about how he moved to the living room step by step. Being suffocated by his physical needs, he should have quickly resolved the two points and one line, but when he saw the figure curled up on the sofa, he didn't know. Which one of the strings was the wrong place for me, and by accident, I walked towards Song Yuzhi.

He is bedridden these days, and sleeps deeply after the painkiller injection at night. He never thought about how Song Yuzhi lived. Earlier, he heard that he bought a house next door to his own. He thought it was because of the neighbors who were close I only came to help for the sake of it, but now seeing him sleeping in his own house naked and big, he should have lived for more than a day or two.

For some reason, looking at his defenseless sleeping face, Jiang Xun suddenly wanted to touch his eyelashes that fluttered with his breathing... Damn, this kid looks like he just walked out of a painting.

"I'm already good-looking, how can there be a man who looks better than me?" Jiang Xun thought to himself.

Combined with all the suspicious behaviors since the acquaintance, he has reason to suspect that Song Yuzhi may have disguised himself as a man to get close to his big girl because of his talent. Exquisite and petite, considerate" needs, but considering that he has sacrificed himself to this point, it is not impossible to talk about it reluctantly.

Thinking of this, he suddenly had a nasty thought, wanting to confirm with his own eyes whether Song Yuzhi is a man or a woman, and he threw up the blanket in a flash of his brain, and when he realized what he was doing, his hands were already uncontrollable. Grab Song Yuzhi's thing.

"Is it big?"

Song Yuzhi opened his eyes at some point, and was looking at him with a smile. Seeing Jiang Xun retreating in a panic, he immediately got up and grabbed him, supported his back and put him down on the sofa, turned around and pressed down on him , avoiding his wound, squeezed his chin.

"I can't wait so soon, bear with it any longer, your injury is not healed yet, so it's not suitable for you to do it."

"Be a fart! You fucking go down, don't press!"

"I didn't touch the knife edge, don't worry."

Jiang Xun couldn't bear it anymore, his old face blushed, he turned his head to avoid his scorching gaze, knowing that it was embarrassing, but he had to admit: "...Go down, if you press down again, you will come out!"

Song Yuzhi touched him, and understood what was going on, carefully helped him up, and walked into the bathroom step by step.

After turning on the light, he realized that the back of Jiang Xun's hand was stained with blood because the needle was pulled out too roughly, so he simply stood behind the man, wrapped his waist around his back, and helped him untie his trousers.

"What to wear, trouble, anyway, there are only two of us here, and it's not like we haven't seen it before."

"Your brain is flooded, aren't you? Don't take advantage of me, I can still..."

"no, you can not."

Jiang Xun only felt his body heat up, and then the blood in his whole body boiled up. Looking at Song Yuzhi with a smile in his eyes, his face was not red and his heart was not beating, he never dreamed that this man who looked so serious could help another person without changing his face. A man helps...

Sure enough, it was only a little serious.

"You fucking..."

"Do you want me to whistle for you?"

"Get out, who can urinate if you stare at me like this!"

"Shh... are you implying that I'm helping you?"

Obviously feeling the tightening of the grip, Jiang Xun knew that it would be extremely difficult to get out of the predicament in his current state. Instead of letting this kid tease him with his nose, it would be better to let himself suffer less...

Who knows how he survived this short few minutes, it was a scene of social death.

Fortunately, Song Yuzhi didn't make things difficult for him, and treated him as if nothing happened. After helping him back to the room, he brought in warm chicken soup and fed him a few sips.

Jiang Xun felt from the bottom of his heart that this kid was full of bourgeois ailments of riches and honor. He had to cook the soup with an old hen for ten hours, and discarded the meat for the soup. Jiang Xun was so angry that he missed the old hen who "dedicated himself to work" For several days, Song Yuzhi had to suck the rest of the bones clean.

But when the man ate in front of him, his mouth was full of oil, but he himself could only have clear soup and little water, and he couldn't even fill his stomach, he still felt a little regretful.

"Don't be disgusting in front of my eyes, get out, come in after eating."

Song Yuzhi's eyes lit up: "Does this mean you are inviting me to share the bed?"

"Which ear do you..."

Without waiting for Jiang to scold, Song Yuzhi rolled over and got on the bed. Since he had injuries to his abdomen and legs, he could only hug his waist symbolically, and made him swallow the rest of the words with a grievous sentence.

"Brother Zheng, I've been sleeping on the sofa for several days. My 1.8m[-] figure is shrunk on it and I can't even stretch my legs. You don't feel sorry for me."

Jiang Xun didn't think he was hard-hearted, this was Song Yuzhi's own trouble, and it really made him feel bad.But he thought of the inexplicably extra carpet beside the bed, the chicken soup that needs to be boiled for more than ten hours but can be drunk at any time, and the warm water that can be delivered to his mouth in time every time he groaned when he had a high fever at night, and he understood. reason.

He could even imagine that when he fell asleep, the 1.8-meter-[-] man would have to curl up in the narrow aisle beside the bed, listening to all the sounds he made to ensure he was on call.

How long has it been since he was used to being taken care of by someone... I can't remember, maybe never.

If it weren't for this kid, I would still smell the smell of disinfectant in the hospital and feel sick, and I could only touch the electric bell when I endured the severe pain and turned sideways, and I had to wait for more than ten minutes for someone to help him deal with the cracked wound. No reason or reason should let the other party put a cold ass, after thinking about it, he just responded with a cold snort.

"I'm afraid that I'll fall asleep at night, and I'll hurt you so much, I've endured it all the time and didn't go to bed. This time, you asked for it."

"Do you still want to show some face? Don't dangle in front of my eyes. I'll be annoyed when I see you. Get out of here quickly. Don't let me kick you myself."

Having said that, his body didn't move. Jiang Xun found a grandiose reason for himself as a wounded person, but he refused to admit that it was because of a soft heart.

After pushing and shoving for a while, he felt drowsy again, and he didn't have the energy to worry about what happened today, so he leaned against the man's head and fell asleep in a daze.

The author has something to say: Thank you for reading the text, the little cute duck~