That 1 his waist protruded

"Leg pain, sciatica, pain in the lower abdomen or anteromedial thigh, intermittent claudication, numbness in the calf, dorsum of foot, and outside of the plantar in patients with a long course of disease, and coldness in the affected limb..."

"Stop, stop!" Zhang Qiushu called to stop in time, but Ayu continued to recite this passage:

"Even lower extremity weakness or paralysis, sphincter and sexual dysfunction."

Zhang Qiushu lay on the bed and looked up at the ceiling, and said weakly: "I have heard it many times."

"But you're sick."

Zhang Qiushu wanted to cry but had no tears: "This is inevitable."

Ayu threatened with a stern face: "You can reduce the recurrence as much as possible, but you haven't worked hard enough for it."

Zhang Qiushu knew that Ayu was angry when he heard Ayu's sudden switch to written language.

"Ayu..."

Ayu ignored him.

"Ayu..."

Ayu looked at him and didn't answer.

"Ayu~"

Ah Yu pinched Zhang Qiushu's face and asked, "What's the matter?"

"Drink water."

Ayu got a baby bottle from somewhere, and stuffed the nipple into Zhang Qiushu's mouth, "Come on."

Zhang Qiushu looked at Ayu resentfully, "You might as well feed me mouth to mouth."

"Then you're thinking too much." Ayu patted Zhang Qiushu's head, "Go to sleep, I have everything in my dream."

Zhang Qiushu put the baby bottle aside and grabbed Ayu's hand.Ayu sighed, and finally lay down next to him, hugging his body.

"It will be fine in two or three days." Zhang Qiushu comforted him.

Ayu sat up suddenly, startling Zhang Qiushu.He leaned over and kissed Zhang Qiushu's forehead, eyes, cheeks, ears, and lips.His lips were dry and soft, and they fell apart as soon as he touched them, and he continuously dropped kisses without lust.

Zhang Qiushu put his arms around Ayu's shoulders, coaxing him softly: "Don't be sad."

"Who is sad?" Ayu said stubbornly, "You are so cute lying on the bed waiting for me to take care of you. Even if your lower limbs are paralyzed, I will be happy to take care of you."

Zhang Qiushu didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "How many times have you said such cruel words?"

"Bone soup ramen?" Zhang Qiushu joked, "Does the doctor also come to supplement the body?"

Ayu raised his eyes and glanced over: "It's mainly for the taste. Of course, if you like vermicelli in clear soup, I have no problem."

Zhang Qiushu smiled, and subconsciously touched the auxiliary brace around his waist.

"Eat, eat, don't be so stressed, after all, you also know that my tricks are all to scare you." Ayu was sitting next to Zhang Qiushu, and now he rubbed his hair casually. It’s not very good, it’s not a big deal if you’re hungry and thin, but if you get weaker and often get sick, it’s bad.”

Zhang Qiushu tasted his words, "Why do I feel that your words sound like coaxing a child?"

Ayu nodded, "Actually, I think so too."

After he finished speaking, he looked down at the tip of his chopsticks, picked up a strand of noodles and blew, "I feel at a loss what to do when you are so sick, it's very uncomfortable."

Zhang Qiushu put his hand on Ayu's wrist, "I will get well soon."

Ayu glanced at him quietly.Zhang Qiushu knew that he had said something nonsense, so he touched his nose and was embarrassed to speak again.

After eating, Zhang Qiushu sat on a chair in the dining room and watched Ayu wash the pots and dishes, and Ayu pushed him back to lie down.

Zhang Qiushu moved to sit on the sofa, and complained softly: "It's not easy to go up the stairs."

"Okay, wait for me to wash it, and I'll wash it right away."

Zhang Qiushu suddenly remembered the last time he made complaints about the man in the Northeast not speaking the Northeast dialect, and jokingly asked Ayu, "What should I say in your native dialect?"

Ayu patiently explained: "Because I was required to speak Mandarin when I was a child, I actually don't know many local languages ​​at my age,"

"The profound meaning of Northeast dialect lies mainly in the tone and context. I haven't heard much dialect vocabulary, I only know the most common ones. What's more, my family, except Manchu, must not be local within three generations. That is to say, in fact, in special The dialect vocabulary is particularly rich.”

Zhang Qiushu became interested, "For example, the sentence just now, wait for you, it will be ready soon, how do you say it in your native dialect?"

Ayu switched in a second: "Wait a minute, it will be over soon." After a pause, he said: "It can also be said that it will be over soon."

Zhang Qiushu scratched his chin, "Although I understand it, it's really different from your usual style."

"Okay. Let's go upstairs?" Ayu wiped off the water on his hands and came out of the kitchen, stretching out his arms to hug Zhang Qiushu.

Zhang Qiushu didn't move, "If you call me in your native dialect, what should you call?"

Ah Yu laughed suddenly, looked tenderly at Zhang Qiushu who was lying on the sofa and didn't want to move, and called him in a very soft voice: "Daughter-in-law."

Zhang Qiushu felt his heart tremble inexplicably, as if he had been hit, as if there was a hand holding his heart, which could clearly control his life and death, but only wrapped it carefully.

He blushed, and suddenly felt that this old man's relationship could make him too shy to look at Ayu.

"Go upstairs." He pressed the armrest of the sofa to stand up, but Ayu walked up to him and squatted down with his back to him, "Come up, I'll carry you up."

Zhang Qiushu leaned forward, shifted his weight to Ayu's body, and wrapped his arms around his neck.Ayu picked up his two legs, dragged his thighs with his hands, and straightened up.

Zhang Qiushu chuckled, and the air he exhaled was a little itchy in Ayu's ear.Ayu tilted his head and asked, "What's wrong?"

Zhang Qiushu suddenly became sad, "If I can't walk anymore, you have to carry me on your back."

Ayu asked back: "Isn't this natural?"

"lifetime."

"Well, forever." Ayu responded quickly, and continued: "I will try my best to live longer than you, take care of you, send you away, and not leave you the pain of parting."

He carried Zhang Qiushu on his back and went up the steps step by step. Suddenly he felt warm liquid falling on his neck. He heard Zhang Qiushu sniff his nose, but he still said in a strong nasal voice: "I suddenly feel reluctant to part with you, obviously you Right in front of me."

Zhang Qiushu's real age is 39, and his imaginary age is forty. Rounding off, he is also a person who has lost half of his life.At this moment, strong reluctance suddenly burst out in his heart, as if the days when he was [-], [-], and old were just around the corner, and when he suddenly thought of the day when his life came to an end, his only thought was reluctance, reluctance to bear him up the stairs in front of him. This guy.

Ayu patted his butt, "Why are you crying, isn't there still decades left?"

He walked to the bedroom, carefully put Zhang Qiushu on the bed, and lay down with him.

"People become fragile when they are sick, everyone is the same." He said, gently wiped away Zhang Qiushu's tears, thought for a while and licked them, finally couldn't hold back, pushed Zhang Qiushu away and tried Covering his face with his hand, he leaned over to lick his messy and dizzy tear stains.

"We don't know whether there is a world after death, whether there is an afterlife. From my teens to early twenties, I always hoped that there would be no, and hoped that people would die like a lamp. At that time, I didn't feel worried about anything. I just felt that being alive was painful. It’s all about doing your best every day just to live.”

"But I hope to have it now. I hope to have a world after death, hope to have an afterlife, and I greedily feel that a lifetime or a few decades is not enough. It is too short to love you."

Zhang Qiushu looked at Ayu whose eyes were also moist as he talked, and pressed the back of his head to ask for a lingering kiss.

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—Anyway, I cried.

I may not be strong enough to express my inner feelings, and I am always afraid that I can only touch myself.

My ability to empathize is too strong, so I am very good at crying like this.But in fact, I know very well that people are already very kind if they can understand sympathy, and excessive empathy is often a burden.