Xia Lang

It was so severe that the calm on the surface of his face almost didn't tense. Song Linju tried to open his mouth, but he couldn't utter a single syllable of the speech he had prepared.

The two just looked at each other silently, staring at each other for a while, and the indescribable atmosphere drifted along the cool autumn wind between the two who were looking at each other.

Song Linju couldn't speak, but Li Zhaozhuo didn't dare to speak, he was afraid that if he made a sound, such a real hallucination would disappear immediately.

He hadn't seen Song Linju for a long time.

Li Zhaozhuo focused on tracing the outline of the person in front of him over and over again with his gaze, taking the trouble not to tire of it, it was more delicate than the light, more gentle than the autumn wind.

Li Zhaozhuo pursed his dry and peeled lips. He had a lot to say to him.

He wanted to ask him if the wound still hurt, and wanted to apologize to him for the unscrupulous words in the hospital...

But what he wants most now is to hug him.

He's really cold, it's autumn, the heating is on in the room, but he's still cold, empty and cold.

He wanted to pull Song Linju into his arms, encircle his body airtightly, embed it in his empty chest, and bury it on the side of his neck to breathe his breath.

He desperately wanted to feel Song Linju, feel his unique smell and temperature.

After a rustle of chains, Li Zhaozhuo moved his right hand, and slowly reached for the person standing by the bed, but while hesitating, he heard the "illusion" speak.

Song Linju closed his eyes for a short while, concealed the unbearableness in his eyes, and forcefully stretched his vocal cords, "Li Zhaozhuo... let's break up."

The voice seemed to be forced out, and the hoarseness was extremely low. If it weren't for the dead silence in the room, the words that would be blown away by the wind would not have reached Li Zhaozhuo's ears at all.

Li Zhaozhuo's dizzy pupils shrank suddenly, his fingers tightened, and he grabbed Song Linju's side hand. The warm touch made Li Zhaozhuo, whose fingertips were cold, want to sigh.

Hold on, it's true...

In front of him is the real Song Linju.

The fingers clasped around Song Linju's wrists kept tightening, and the veins on the back of his hands were bulging, greedily absorbing his warmth, because he wanted too much to grasp the reality of the present, and his limp fingers trembled nervously due to lack of strength.

Weakness and fatigue, the feeling of being out of control of the body is really not wonderful, but the deep gully between Li Zhaozhuo's brows was healed, he smiled, sincerely, with obvious warmth like the spring breeze blowing on his face, like holding It is his whole world that lives.

The voice that hadn't spoken for a long time was hoarse and jerky, but it was in a cautious tone, "I got it, Mr. Song... Are you here to see me?"

Looking into Li Zhaozhuo's bloodshot but shining eyes full of joy, the stone in Song Linju's throat seemed to have fallen even harder, the stone was stuck in the wound scratched by the glass shards, like a stick in the throat, as if the vibration of the vocal cord was not words , but dripping blood.

His forehead, eyes, throat, chest, and legs hurt almost everywhere. Under Li Zhaozhuo's gaze, Song Linju felt like giving up, but he knew he couldn't just give up.

With a wave of his hand, Song Linju easily broke free from Li Zhaozhuo's best efforts.

It took all of Li Zhaozhuo's strength to hold Song Linju. As soon as he broke free, Li Zhaozhuo's hand immediately lost its support, and it fell helplessly on the hard chain on the bed, and a bruise appeared on the back of his hand immediately.

The warmth in the palm disappeared, leaving only the empty coldness in the palm. Li Zhaozhuo involuntarily squeezed his fingers, and his eyes dimmed.

Is Song Linju angry?Because of all the shitty things he said to the old man in the hospital, he could explain it.

Li Zhaozhuo panicked and said, "Mr. Song, I was the one who spoke in the hospital..."

Before finishing his hasty begging for mercy, Dao's indifferent voice interrupted him, as if he was impatient.

"Let's break up." Song Linju looked from the back of his bruised hands on the bed to Li Zhaozhuo's face.

This time, the normal volume of the words hit Li Zhaozhuo's ear canal clearly, and a huge echo exploded in his ears. He obviously heard every word, but when they were put together, he suddenly didn't know what it meant.

separate?

Li Zhaozhuo's sluggish eyes moved slightly, and it took him a long time to grasp the key words after his brain was on strike.

But he immediately denied it.

How is this possible? How could Song Linju say such things?For no reason.

Are you kidding me?Song Linju must have seen that he was not in a good state, so he must be joking with him...

But when Li Zhaozhuo's eyes fell on him, after seeing the calm and seriousness on his face, his already pale face became even more ugly, pale like a ghost, and his dry lips were pursed into a stern straight line.

The nutrient solution was poured into Li Zhaozhuo's body bit by bit, turning the hot blood into ice cold. Li Zhaozhuo felt even colder, like falling into an ice cellar, the chill penetrating into the bone marrow.

Not to mention that with Song Linju's character, it is absolutely impossible to joke about such a thing, and his expression now is extremely serious.

But why?

Was it because he deliberately provoked him and Li Yikang because of a misunderstanding in the hospital?

Although those words were ugly, it was difficult for him to say any insulting words under Song Linju's gaze at that time. Song Linju might be angry when he heard his innocuous words, but he definitely would not propose a breakup.

After a little thought, you can see why.

go away

He originally thought that Li Yukang valued Song Linju, and no matter what he would not do anything to him, Li Zhaozhuo, who hadn't had any special emotions towards him these days no matter how Li Yukang treated him, now felt a little resentful.

Why didn't he care about him? Anyway, he didn't have any expectations for that man, but he shouldn't touch Song Linju.

Li Zhaozhuo suppressed the flash of hostility in his eyes, stared intently at the person beside the bed, his voice was as slow as possible, "Did Li Yukang force you? What did he do to you?"

Call them by their names, not even the old man.

Sensitively aware of Li Zhaozhuo's dissatisfaction with Uncle Li in his words, Song Linju denied, "It's none of Uncle Li's business, it's my own."

Li Zhaozhuo sneered.

He raised the bruised hand with the needle inserted into it mockingly and shook it under Song Linju's eyelids. Still trembling slightly because of his weakness, he tore the embarrassment away, and threw it naked on the surface while trying to maintain meaningless calm. In front of Song Linju, "You call this none of his business?"

Song Linju's eyes stopped on his trembling hand, and something flashed in his eyes. After a while, he didn't answer his words, and said calmly, "It's really my intention to break up."

Li Zhaozhuo took a deep breath and stopped arguing with him, "Even if the prisoner is executed, he must be sentenced, you have to tell me why?"

Song Linju frowned slightly, and then said lightly, "It's too troublesome, I don't like it."

Decisiveness reveals carelessness, as if it were real.

Even though he knew that this might be an excuse for Song Linju to break up with him, Li Zhaozhuo couldn't help feeling irritable, his teeth itched, and he was addicted to cigarettes.

But there is no possibility of smoke in the room cleaned by Li Yikang. Li Zhaozhuo gritted his cheeks hard with his canine teeth, took a few deep breaths, and blew the cold air across his throat, choking his throat with thick smoke for a moment. The feeling overlaps.

The sudden craving for cigarettes was relieved a little. He exhaled foul breath, looked at Song Linju and said seriously: "What did Li Yukang tell you? Only by telling us can we face it together."

But some things cannot be resolved together.

Song Linju shook his head slowly, "Uncle Li didn't force me, it's just that I feel that it's too troublesome to continue being with you now. You know that I hate all troublesome things, especially these troubles are caused by you."

Li Zhaozhuo knew that Song Linju didn't like trouble.

Before, he also thought that Song Linju's aloofness was due to his personality, but after getting along for a long time, especially after being together, Song Linju became more and more relaxed in front of him, and he realized that Song Linju was actually not indifferent, and even somewhat Buddhist.

Although he is calmer than others, he often jokes with him. When his smile stretches, his brows and eyes are slightly curved, and the corners of his eyes and brows are full of smiles, like the spring breeze melting snow, and the pure black eyes are like thousands of stars falling into the silent night, with a long stream of light.

He inadvertently asked him why he didn't try to make friends with others, he was always alone, he just said it was troublesome, he didn't like it, and his casual tone was exactly the same as now.

Li Zhaozhuo's expression was in a trance, and he couldn't help feeling a little flustered in his heart. At this moment, he was not sure whether he was saying an excuse or the truth.

After all, the current mess was indeed caused by him alone.

Although Li Zhaozhuo's expression didn't change at all, as if he didn't believe anything he said at all, Song Linju noticed the slight glint in his eyes.

That's when he knew, and he was shaken.

Some people don't have to get along for too long to get to know each other very well, just like a natural pair of semicircles.

Precisely because he knew too well, Song Linju knew what to say to make the tip of a knife hit his heart.

Without giving Li Zhaozhuo a chance to react, Song Linju then said: "Besides, you deliberately revealed the matter between us in front of Uncle Li, didn't you also want to break it off with me?"

Li Zhaozhuo couldn't deny it, and could only watch him say unfeeling words.

"So as you wish, I don't like you now."

When he said "as you wish" last time, he held his hand and walked into his world, but this time he turned around and left.

Li Zhaozhuo panicked completely, he was at a loss and wanted to say something.

"No! The nonsense last time... I was too stupid, I'm sorry, I cough...cough cough..."

The too fast speech rate made the vocal cords blown by the cold wind itchy. Li Zhaozhuo forcibly suppressed the cough in his throat and wanted to say something eagerly, but he coughed so fast that he bent over and coughed again and again, so violently that he seemed to want to contract I coughed up my aching lungs.

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