Xia Lang

I caught him at the door of the ward, and after I brought him back, I asked someone to handcuff him and confiscated all the sharp weapons in the room, but I don’t know how he did it, he removed the chains of the handcuffs, and returned Well, I found out early, and then I had someone inject him with a small amount of sedative, but it just made him lose his strength, but he was fine, and started to go on a hunger strike to find a way out, so I had someone give him a nutrient solution. "

Li Yikang is domineering in his actions, he will let go of what he decides, and he never needs to explain to anyone, but after all, he doesn't want Song Linju to think that he is cold-blooded because of this matter, and thus create a estrangement with him.

But Song Linju's focus was not on his showing weakness, he was slightly stunned and looked at the bed with chains on it.

Li Zhaozhuo has come to see him?Then why not meet him?

Song Linju lowered his trembling voice due to extreme anger, tried his best to appear calm, and asked, "Then how long are you going to lock him up?"

Li Yukang looked at him meaningfully, "Wait until he realizes that he is wrong. If you are really good for him, you should let him give up early and help him return to normal."

Song Linju understood that this meant to let him make a move.

Let him cut off Li Zhaozhuo's thoughts and take the initiative to end their relationship. If they are stubborn, Uncle Li will not do anything to him, but Li Zhaozhuo will only suffer.

He was actually using his son to threaten others.

Looking at the weak Li Zhaozhuo on the bed, he finally understood why no matter how many times Uncle Li explained, Li Zhaozhuo still stubbornly believed that Uncle Li had an illegitimate child outside.

I don’t know if it’s because he is eager to see his son become a dragon. Uncle Li doesn’t care enough about Li Zhaozhuo, but he is more than cruel. He treats a friend’s son much better than him. No wonder he thinks he is Uncle Li’s illegitimate son. Maybe he even thought about it when he was young. But whether he was born to his father.

After all, which father would nonchalantly play games between his son and someone he doesn't believe in "sincerity", and the bet is still "sincerity".

Song Linju looked at Li Zhaozhuo who was weak on the bed and closed his eyes helplessly. He stopped arguing with him about right and wrong, but asked softly, "Can I be alone with him for a while?"

Li Yikang readily agreed, "Of course, please persuade him."

His own son knows best, that brat didn't inherit anything else, he just reproduced his bullish temper, if forced by external force, he was afraid that the brat's stubbornness would make it irrelevant to him, and the person who tied the bell had to be untied , Lin Ju still had to personally extinguish the thoughts that shouldn't be in his heart.

The door was closed behind the back, and the wind formed by the flowing air wanted to push Song Linju forward, but his heavy footsteps did not move at all.

The cold liquid in the infusion tube was falling drop by drop, and the rapid "click" and "click" were like alarms of the relentless passage of time. Song Linju just stared at Li Zhaozhuo in a daze, and stood there until his legs felt numb.

After a long time, Song Linju finally moved. The ground seemed to be paved with countless vertical needle points, and every step was a numbness that went straight to the heart.

Song Linju knelt down by the bed, trembling fingertips caressing Li Zhaozhuo's raised brow furrow, thin face, blue beard stubble, pale thin lips, and finally fell on the wound on his wrist worn by handcuffs, in a state of embarrassment The appearance of being weak and drowsy is no longer the vigor and vividness before, and it is almost impossible to know how much he must have suffered without thinking carefully.

He is holding on for them.

The dense pain covered the heart, the churning emotions surged up in the chest, the rampage made the throat choke, the tip of the nose burst into a sharp soreness, Song Linju's eye sockets were hot, and his vision gradually blurred.

How could it be like this?

If he had been discharged from the hospital earlier and came to him earlier, wouldn't he have suffered so much?

It's all his self-righteousness.

As early as that day when Uncle Li called Li Zhaozhuo away from the ward, he expected that Li Zhaozhuo might be detained at home and never return, but he had no reason to stop him.

He couldn't stop his father from taking him home, could he?And he felt that no matter how angry Uncle Li was, he wouldn't be too aggressive towards Li Zhaozhuo.

But he didn't know that Li Bikang just had a good temper in front of him.

For a moment, Song Linju really wanted to escape from this prison with Li Zhaozhuo on his back desperately. He looked around through a layer of water mist and frantically thought about feasible methods.

Perhaps it was because Li Zhaozhuo lost the ability to move, the window was unlocked and opened an inch, the curtains occasionally fluttered in the wind, the light shining into the room became larger, and the tip of his nose was filled with a breath of freedom.

Li Zhaozhuo's room is on the second floor, and there is a lawn downstairs, and there is no camera in the room, so it is not a problem to go down. Song Linju's mind flashed the figures of those bodyguards, thinking that he could clear a road without disturbing too many people. road possibility.

Calculating quickly over and over again, in the end Song Linju just hooked off the misty glasses with two fingers, closed his eyes feebly and buried his face in his palms, which were instantly soaked with moist heat.

Not at all.

wrong

If it's just him alone, he's still somewhat sure, but with Li Zhaozhuo who has lost his mobility, it's just a dream to clear a way without causing trouble.

His slender fingers were wrapped around his forehead hair, making his scalp ache.

How to do?

What should he do?

Song Linju's fingers curled on his forehead trembled and turned white.

He can't stand by and do nothing, can he?

Thinking about it carefully, he must be able to do something for him.

Song Linju, who was squatting beside the bed, his chest rising and falling, took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down as soon as possible.

The eyelashes held by the hand trembled violently because of the unease of thinking, like a butterfly struggling to escape covered by the palm.

In the chaos of suppression, Uncle Li's persuasive words sounded in Song Linju's mind.

"...as a father, I hope he can marry and have children like a normal person."

"... If you continue like this, you will only drag each other down. Presumably you don't want to be a stain in Li Zhaozhuo's life, do you?"

"...If you are really good for him, you should let him give up as soon as possible and help him return to normal."

"...persuade him well."

Although Uncle Li's words were harsh, they were not without reason.

With the bait of being able to participate in every stage of Li Zhaozhuo's life, he successfully took the bait, and wanted Uncle Li to see his determination, so that things could turn around. I also hope that he will not sever the connection between them drastically.

It would be good to leave them even a little space to breathe.

But now seeing Li Zhaozhuo, who can only lie on the bed and let the cold nutrient solution flow into his body to maintain his life, he is shaken.

He wondered if it was really his fault.

The more Li Zhaozhuo persisted, the more despicable he seemed.

Why is it that he is selfish and wants to occupy Li Zhaozhuo's future, but Li Zhaozhuo bears all the pain?

This is not fair.

He should have been running, jumping and sweating on the basketball court, joking with his friends in the sun, enjoying and squandering his youth like a normal boy, instead of being imprisoned in this dark place as he is now dying. , stubbornly guarding the meaningless persistence.

He shouldn't have become like this, like a golden crow whose wings had been snapped off, lost its light and could only shrink in a dark corner.

It was my fault.Maybe he was wrong from the beginning, he shouldn't delay Li Zhaozhuo, and shouldn't let his selfish desires tear down the sun.

a long time.After a long time, as if he had made up his mind, Song Linju wiped the moisture from his eyes with the heels of his palms, and tried to stand up.

But after squatting for too long, his feet were so heavy that they didn't look like his own anymore. He lost control of his limpness, so Song Linju had no choice but to support himself on the edge of the bed and stand up slowly.

After a while, he regained consciousness. The blood flowed through the blood vessels that had been compressed before, causing needle-like stinging pains. It seemed to be throbbing with life, but Song Linju didn't care much about it.

This degree of pain is nothing compared to the torment in his heart, he even wanted to hurt a little more, so that maybe his heart that was strangled by thorns to blood would not hurt so much that he could hardly breathe.

I took out a piece of paper from the bedside to absorb the moisture on my face, and took out another piece of paper to slowly wipe the water on the lens.

Walking to the full-length mirror, she tidied up the wrinkled clothes that had been curled up before, blinked at the mirror to remove the remaining water in her eyes, put on her glasses, her eyes were as calm and indifferent as usual, as if all the softness and pain were locked away. On the other side of the cold glasses.

After making sure that there was nothing abnormal, Song Linju came to Li Zhaozhuo's bed again, but this time he did not squat down, but looked down at the sleeping person on the bed from a high position, and softly called his name.

"Li Zhaozhuo... Li Zhaozhuo..."

From being far away at the end of the fog to being close to the ears, the voice belonging to Song Linju became more and more clear, making Li Zhaozhuo realize that Song Linju was calling him, and suddenly woke up from the chaotic sleepiness.

Li Zhaozhuo, who didn't care much at first, struggled a few times, lifted his heavy eyelids, and vaguely saw the person he was thinking about, with a white bandage around his forehead.

Li Zhaozhuo stared at the person in front of him with bloodshot dry eyes, waiting for the blurred vision to gradually become clear. After a while, he suddenly smiled.

The hallucination this time was so damn real, the curtains were pulled back, and he could see the fluff on Song Linju's face in the backlight.

But how could Song Linju look like he was about to cry? A fake is a fake.

Even though he thought so, Li Zhaozhuo still couldn't bear to blink.

Li Zhaozhuo smiled at him as soon as he opened his eyes. Although it was very light, the originally fiercely frowned brows and eyes were relaxed, and there was joy without any impurities in his eyes, pure joy like a child.

Li Zhaozhuo's happy expression was like a blow to the head, which hit Song Linju, who had just finished his mental preparation, to be stunned suddenly, as if a stone had been stuffed in his throat, it was painful and heavy, and he was blocked.