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On the return journey.

Fu Juehan's injury was treated, his neck was fixed with a splint, he leaned on the chair, half-closed his eyes and looked out the window.

Fu Ge took his hand and asked him what he was thinking, Fu Juehan said blatantly, "I'm thinking about how to escape next time."

Qi Han paused while holding the hand of the mouse: "..."

But Fu Ge knew he wasn't joking, "I thought you were thinking about Xiaoyi."

"This person has passed." Fu Juehan remained expressionless.

Fu Ge tentatively asked again: "After you go back, can you meet again, and explain everything in person, huh?"

"Okay Dad, I have arrangements."

He closed his eyes and didn't want to say another word. The doctor bent over and passed by them to change Qi Han's medicine.

"Sir, you need a tetanus shot right away."

Qi Han didn't lift his head, "I'm talking to the hospital."

The doctor was a little embarrassed, "But your injury has been delayed for a long time, and you need another injection to stop the bleeding, otherwise—"

"Okay! If you say you don't fight, you don't fight. It's useless."

The doctor looked ugly, and walked back with his head bowed. When he passed them, Fu Ge stopped him, "Give it to me."

When the words fell to the ground, all three people present were stunned.

The doctor was shocked, Fu Juehan was puzzled, and Qi Han was at a loss.

He didn't move. Hearing the rustling sound behind him, it was Fu Ge who slowly leaned over.

The prepared medicine was hung on the shelf. Fu Ge skillfully rolled up his sleeves, tied the rubber tube above his elbow, and waited for the blood vessels to be exposed before dismantling the needle. He blocked it with his palm during the whole process to prevent him from seeing it.

"Turn around if you're afraid." Fu Ge said.Yinghua Zhengli

Qi Han couldn't bear it, he looked straight at his face, "Do you still remember?"

Fu Ge didn't make a sound anymore, but Fu Juehan rolled his eyes, "Do you have needlepoint fear?"

Qi Han was surprised, "You still care about me?"

Fu Ge paused, and his fingers landed on a piece of skin in the crook of his arm that was bruised and sunken due to repeated needle injections. He lowered his eyes and looked at it for a long time, and said to Fu Juehan quickly: "He was arrested and tried medicine when he was young. , too many injections."

Fu Juehan's pupils shrank, and he raised his eyes in disbelief. Seeing that when Fu Ge said this, Qi Han's arms trembled slightly, and even his chest heaved significantly.

The "father and son" who had been fighting each other for a lifetime suddenly looked at each other, and Fu Juehan thought of the time when he was a child that couldn't be longer.

He was kidnapped by robbers. On the way to escape, the vehicle in front of him exploded and shattered their windshield. At that time, the glass shards blasted into the car like shrapnel. Qi Han rushed over without hesitation, opened his arms and died. Death blocked him, leaving wounds all over his back.

The glass shards were sharp then too.

He was too young at that time, and his memory has long been blurred. Only the face of "father" with his eyes closed and trembling was still in his mind, and even that face was wiped out by hatred later.

"Get rid of my dad's travel control." Fu Juehan blurted out.

Fu Ge and Qi Han turned their heads to look at him together, "Ajue..."

Qi Han glared at him angrily, "I should really stick a pen into your vein."

"It's a pity that you didn't." Fu Juehan said: "You have lost the only chance to get rid of me without doing it yourself, let's call it a day."

"What the hell do you want to do? You don't want me to live a peaceful day, do you? After all these years, you still—"

"dad!"

Fu Juehan immediately called him stupid, Qi Han stared at him blankly, his whole body slowly collapsed like a deflated ball.

Fu Juehan still said the same words: "Let's stop here."

At the same time, the Meng family.

Tao Ya's condition finally stabilized, she was given a sedative injection and fell asleep. Meng Yi's hands were covered in blood, some from her own, some from Meng Xiang, and some from Meng Qingshu.

"Put away all the sharp things in the room." Meng Qingshu looked at his hands and said, "Go and bandage them first."

Meng Yi was a little flattered, "No need uncle, let me help with it, I'm afraid that something will happen if my mother suddenly wakes up."

Meng Qingshu nodded and let him go.

Meng Yi casually found a piece of paper towel to wrap those bloody fingers. Although it looked scary, but fortunately they were all small wounds made by scissors, and they were not pierced too deep.

Compared to these, he was more worried about Fu Juehan. The tone of the other party on the phone was obviously wrong just now. Meng Yi waited for his mother to be controlled and immediately found a mobile phone to call back, but they couldn't get through no matter what.

"Little Treasure, put away the glass photo frame over there, it's easy to break." Meng Xiang pointed to the bedside table and said.

"Oh ok, I'll be right away!" He stacked the photo frames and carried them away. A sharp wooden corner accidentally touched the wound, and the photo frame fell off as soon as he let go of his hand. With a "bang", the bottom one shattered.

"Hey! Don't move!" Meng wanted to go out to find someone, "If it breaks, it will break. I'll ask my aunt to clean it, so don't prick your hands anymore."

Meng Yi looked at the glass with guilt, and wanted to pick out his mother's photo first, but unexpectedly discovered that there were two other photos under the top photo. He opened it and was stunned.

It was a family portrait taken when I was young, a family of four, father, mother, Meng Xiang, and him, and He Meimei, but at the very end, there was another boy holding his hand with Meng Xiang, despite the age difference Too many, he also recognized it at a glance, it was Fu Juehan.

His heart was beating violently, and the answer was ready to come out in his heart. With trembling hands, Meng Yi opened the third photo, this time it was a group photo of two people.

Seven-year-old Meng Yi sat on the arm of 14-year-old Fu Juehan, feeding him a red cherry tomato with both hands. On the back of the photo was written a sentence in Tao Ya's handwriting——

This photo was taken on a happy evening, picking up my two elder brothers home from school. Brother Xiaohan wanted to ask my Xiaobao to be his child bride-in-law, but he never thought about it.

Tears slipped down in an instant, dripping onto the photo, Meng Yi tightly covered his mouth, his mouth was already choked up: "Brother Xiaohan...Fu Juehan...it's really you... ..."

"Jingle Bell--"

The phone rang quickly, and Meng Yi seemed to have sensed it, and laughed through tears when he saw the string of numbers on the screen.

He picked it up with bloodstained hands, his words mixed with surprise and grievance, "Brother Han! You finally answered the phone, let me tell you that I remembered—"

"Come down." Fu Juehan interrupted him.

Meng Yi was stunned: "Go... go down?"

"I'm downstairs at your house."

No matter how many times they reunited with each other, Meng couldn't help but run away when he saw him.

Besides, he has too many words this time, misses too much, apologizes too much and wants to confess, he can't wait for one more minute.

After rushing out of the small building and running to the courtyard, Meng Yi saw the familiar silver Gustave parked outside the door.

"Fu Juehan...Fu Juehan!" He ran faster, the wind stinging over his face hurt his red and swollen eyes, Meng raised his hand to wipe it while running, all the blood on his hand was stained face.

When Fu Juehan raised his head, what he saw was Meng Yi with tears in his eyes and blood on his face. His breath was stagnant, and he rushed out of the car with big strides. Meng Yi crashed into his arms like a small cannonball, "Brother Han, You are here."

Fu Juehan was injured all over his body. The one hit by him took a step back and leaned against the car door, but he didn't groan. He held his breath and touched Meng Yi's face. He checked his head and neck, inside and out. After one time, he let go of that breath.

"Young master, be careful." Li Yang frowned as he watched from the side, "Brother Han is injured."

"Are you hurt?" Meng Yi came out of his arms and wiped the ends of his eyes, only to find that his neck was wrapped in gauze, which was simply covered by the stand-up collar of his coat.

"I'm sorry, I didn't see it." Meng Yi tiptoed to see his injury, and then kissed the tip of his nose soothingly, "How did it hurt? Is it serious?"

But just as his lips were pouted, they were blocked. Fu Juehan took a step back, and when he saw the obvious white gauze around his neck, he sneered.

Meng Yi looked at the gap between the two of them, and froze there.

"Brother Han..." He raised his eyes in a daze, his lips trembling unnaturally, "You, are you avoiding me..."

"I only have 5 minutes to ask you a few questions."

Meng Yi raised his hand to wipe his eyes, found that his hands were covered with blood, and then changed his sleeves. In the end, his face was covered with blood and tears. Just standing there was unbearable.

"Ask, I...I must..."

Fu Juehan looked away, his eyes were scarlet, and his voice was low: "Do you have hormone deficiency?"

Meng Yi's tears fell from just this one sentence, Qi Han's resoluteness when he said that he would not accept any deception that night is still vivid in his memory, he raised his hand in panic to grab Fu Juehan, "Brother Han, listen to me—"

"Slap" his hand was opened, and Fu Juehan's eyes burst red: "I asked if you have any!"

"Yes...I have..." Meng Yi trembled in fright, the pain from his fingertips went straight to his heart like an electric shock, this was the first time Fu Juehan said harsh words to him.

"I didn't mean to hide it from you, I wanted to—"

"Heh." A contemptuous sneer passed by his ears, Meng opened his mouth, but couldn't make any sound.

He opened his eyes very wide and blinked constantly, but his vision was still blurry, and he couldn't see anything clearly as if covered by a layer of fog.

It turns out that the embarrassment given by the beloved is so many times more painful than others.

Fu Juehan asked again: "When you approached me in the first place, you wanted to use me to treat your illness, didn't you?"

Meng Yi didn't dare to answer anymore, he lowered his head, blinked the tears from his eyes vigorously, stretched out his bloody hand and pinched a corner of his clothes, "Brother Han, I beg you...listen I said okay...don't be like this..."

"It seems that the answer is yes."

Fu Juehan laughed suddenly, turned his head and licked his back molars, then looked at Meng Yi and held those hands for a moment, "One last question."

He wiped away the tears from Meng Yi's face, pinched his chin, and asked word by word: "Before I called and heard about Qi Han's stay at your house, did you even think about telling me once?" , huh? Just once."

"Brother Han, stop asking, stop asking, okay..."

Meng Yi was about to collapse, he shook his head desperately, tears poured out uncontrollably, he raised his arms to hug Fu Juehan's neck, kissed his face, and forced out embarrassing and flattering smiles at him.

Fu Juehan pinched his chin, his voice was as gentle as ever, but his eyes were stagnant, "It's okay little treasure, just speak slowly, as long as you tell me, I will believe it."

"I...I said..."

Meng Yi's eyes were about to be blurred, and his figure was shaky. He could only hug Fu Juehan with all his strength, bury his face in his neck, and press hard on the wound on his fingers before he dared to hide it in his heart. The truth has been told for a long time.

"I'm sorry...I know that Qi Han has a problem, but I dare not tell you and I dare not think about it. This is...this is the only chance for mother..."

"Shut up!" Fu Juehan covered his mouth with a growl, and bit Meng Yi's side neck hard.

The flesh was bitten instantly, Fu Juehan's strength was so strong that he wanted to bite off a piece of flesh, Meng Yi exhausted all his strength to hug his shoulder, trembling from the pain and did not dare to hide, he could only keep apologizing: "I'm sorry...I'm sorry Fu Juehan...I'm sorry..."

Fu Juehan covered his mouth with his hand, and pressed his head hard against the car door, while viciously biting the piece of flesh under his mouth and his nose, at that moment Meng Yi thought he would kill himself.

However, he quickly lowered his hand, and every trace of fresh flesh and blood was pulled out alive.

He stared at Meng Yi, stared at his panicked eyes like a bird, stared at the mottled blood and pinch marks on his face, stared at the softest place in his heart that was used to store him covered with blood and flesh. dug out.

"Does it hurt?" He rubbed the wound on Meng Yi's hand heavily with his fingertips.

Meng Yi choked with sobs and shook his head, "It doesn't hurt...Brother Han, I don't..."

Fu Juehan approached his ear, and said each word lightly and slowly: "Then did you ever think for a moment whether I would hurt?"

"You don't, you don't even want to think about it."

He threw a pack of plasma to Meng Yi, turned around and got into the car without looking back once.

Meng Yi slammed on the car door with blood and tears rolling down his face, "Brother Han, don't go, I beg you don't go, I still have something to say, I just found out—"

The car door closed with a "bang", and Fu Juehan only left him two words——

"get out."

The author says:

The blood plasma is to cure Xiaobao's deficiency, I'm afraid everyone will forget to mention it.