He is from a fighting nation

Zhou Xiangwan wasn't dead, but he wasn't alive either.

That day, the operation lasted nearly 14 hours. When Zhou Xiangwan was rolled out, he was wrapped up like a snow-white mummy. He hadn’t passed the critical period yet. The doctor said that as long as he woke up within a week, the situation would gradually improve. better.

However, Zhou Xiangwan did not wake up.

Zhou Xiangwan's EEG showed scattered waves. He was in a coma for two months, but his body could make basic reflexes, but he still lacked normal thinking activities.

Just like Wu Liang's bloody life, his lover has become a vegetable.

The first two months were the most difficult time for Wu Liang. He didn't collapse, not even shed a tear, and everything was done with the highest efficiency.When others asked him, Wu Liang would just say nonchalantly: "He will wake up soon. I'm fine."

However, Wu Liang's newly grown hair turned gray and white, and he began to take sleeping pills again, but no matter how much he took, he couldn't sleep well.

Zhou Xiangwan's body was repairing by itself. The steel plate and bandages were removed bit by bit. He lay on the bed quietly as if he had just fallen asleep, except that he would never push off the quilt again, nor would he unconsciously go to sleep. Wu Liang arched beside him and hugged him into his arms.

Wu Liang looked normal on the surface, but Qian Meng and Wei Tianxiang thought he was crazy.

Since Zhou Xiangwan was discharged from the hospital, Wu Liang never let Zhou Xiangwan out of his sight, eating, sleeping, and working in the same room with Zhou Xiangwan, even when taking a shower and going to the toilet, he had to keep a close eye on Zhou Xiangwan The monitor in the room, with dark eyes, is staring intently, as if looking forward to it and like some kind of numb paranoia.

On this day, Qian Meng took a bunch of yellow soul-calling talismans from nowhere, and came to Wu Liang's office wearing an inexplicable black and white Taoist uniform.

Wu Liang's office is more like a bedroom. Zhou Xiangwan is lying on the bed with long blond hair hanging down from the edge of the bed. Wu Liang is sitting between a pile of flat cans, holding Zhou Xiangwan's head up, gently giving him wash your hair.Wu Liang lowered his eyelashes, his fingers gently ran through the wet hair, and washed it very carefully and gently, so gentle that Zhou Xiangwan didn't lose a single hair.

Wu Liang's memory is so good that he has never taken notes.The first time I took notes in my life was Zhou Xiangwan’s hair washing steps, hair mask, essential oil, elastin, shampoo and so on. Zhou Xiangwan has more than 200 bottles in total. Season and weather use.For gay Wu Liang, this is a very unfamiliar field.Wu Liang didn't allow himself to make any mistakes. According to the instructions, he washed Princess Wandou's hair extremely rigorously.

Perhaps because he didn't need to use his brain, after Zhou Xiangwan fell into a coma, his hair grew as fast as weeds in spring, holding a handful in his hand, it was as soft and cold as gold silk.Wu Liang carefully washed off the foam, and gently absorbed the moisture in the hair with a cashmere towel until it was half-dry. He gathered up a handful of hair, held it in the palm of his hand, and dried it under the sun. The fine golden hair was slightly moist, reflecting the sun and shining brightly. of gloss.Wu Liang lay beside Zhou Xiangwan, counting his hair one by one, like a black dragon holding gold.

Qian Meng was stunned by the scent of shampoo for a few seconds, feeling that Wu Liang's expression was too serious, and half-jokingly said: "Mr. Wu, I think you can open a high-end hair salon. First, dye your gray hair."

Wu Liang looked Qian Meng up and down, and said, "Didn't you say that you went to ask the master to summon the soul?"

Qian Meng scratched his face and said: "My uncle is not here, and my master's level is not as good as mine. As an outstanding graduate of the Maoshan School and a part-time international boxer, I can, I can do it!"

Wu Liang couldn't deny it, he had never believed in supernatural powers before, but now he not only acquiesced, but even faintly gave birth to a glimmer of unrealistic hope.He always felt that Zhou Xiangwan was by his side, but he couldn't see it. One day, Zhou Xiangwan would wake up, wink his blue eyes at him, and say he hadn't seen him for a long time.

Wu Liang believed that he was willing to wait.

Qian Meng pasted four charms on the four corners of the room, lit a white candle in the center, chanted words, and danced around the candle while shaking a copper bell. , held his breath, for fear of scaring Zhou Xiangwan away.

After 10 minutes of this, the blue-yellow candle went out silently.

Wu Liang jumped up from his seat suddenly, his bloodshot eyes stared at the candle in disbelief, his chest heaved violently, he looked at the candle, and then at Zhou Xiangwan's body, his eyes were ecstatic, with I don't know where to look at a loss.

"Zhou...Xiangwan?" Wu Liang lowered his voice nervously, staring at the direction of the candle, "...where are you...?"

"I'm here." Qian Meng rolled his eyes, looking like he was caught by a ghost, "Wu Liang, I... I'm about to reincarnate... You... Don't wait for me... Exercise more, eat well, sleep well , take good care of my furry son...promise me...you can reincarnate with peace of mind only if you promise me."

The more Wu Liang listened, the colder his blood became, and his feverish head gradually cooled down. His Adam's apple moved, and he said coldly, "Qian Meng, is it fun to lie to me?"

Qian Meng rolled his eyes with difficulty: "...The time is up, I have to go..."

After finishing speaking, Qian Meng turned his black eyes and looked dazed as if he didn't know what happened, "Damn it, it's so cold, did the candle go out just now?"

Wu Liang: "..."

Wu Liang approached the white candle under Qian Meng's uneasy eyes, lowered his head to examine it carefully, and found that the wick was broken, that is to say, it was not some ghost blowing out the candle just now, but Qian Meng deliberately turned the wick It's just the effect of breaking it.

Zhou Xiangwan didn't know how to say "reincarnation" with Chinese characteristics at all. That illiterate probably didn't even know what reincarnation meant. What's more, Qian Meng acted nothing like him. similarities.

Wu Liang looked normal on the surface, but in fact he was stretched to the extreme. With a flick of his palm, he swept the candle on the ground, pushed Qian Meng, and gritted his teeth, "I'll find it myself!"

Qian Meng grabbed Wu Liang, took a few deep breaths, and said reluctantly, "Mr. Wu, you can't live with him like this? When was the last time you went out?"

Wu Liang said: "I don't need to go out, I can hold remote meetings."

Qian Meng stared at him and said, "Are you going to live like this for the rest of your life? Look at what you look like now?!"

Qian Meng pointed to Wu Liang's reflection in the mirror. The man in the mirror had gray temples, red eyes, a shaggy beard, and was unkempt. He didn't look as energetic as before.

Wu Liang was stunned, suddenly realized, and murmured: "No wonder you don't want to come back, it must be because I don't look good... Don't be angry, I'll change it right away, I'm going to shave, you wait for me..." He said Going to the toilet.

"Why is he so angry!" Qian Meng was so angry that he punched Wu Liang and shouted, "He's dead!!! Do you understand? Zhou Xiangwan won't come back!!! Wu Liang , Wake up your mother, you are almost crazy now!!!"

How could Wu Liang hear the word "death" now, and his heart became angry, and he shouted back: "Shut up! Zhou Xiangwan is not dead, it's just that his brain is not active! It's not like there are no cases of vegetative people waking up. Ten years, eight years, 100 Years, I can guard him, and I can arrange him after I die!"

"It's not dead! If it's according to Zhou Shao's temper, he might as well be dead! How can he tolerate such a proud person paralyzed on the bed like a waste???" Qian Meng jumped his feet anxiously, cursing Crying, pretending to pull out Zhou Xiangwan's respirator, said: "You know what, you pay for a living dead for the rest of your life! Can the mother be any more cheap? If Zhou Shao is alive, the fetus will be uneasy born!"

"I can be even worse. I will guard him even if I die." Wu Liang stood in front of Zhou Xiangwan's bed, holding the gun tightly in his hand, and said in a hoarse voice: "You don't even know that Zhou Xiangwan is good to me. How important."

Qian Meng seemed to have been splashed with cold water. He swallowed all the tiger's roar. After a while, he squatted down, arched his back, and buried his face deeply in his palms, "Don't you think I'm not sad? Wu Liang, ten years ago Brother, isn’t it as good as your couple’s love for a few months? The last sentence you said to him was at least...I love you...but what about me? I had a big fight with him and broke up. He scolded like something. Before he died...how did he miss me..."

Qian Meng covered his face and began to cry, out of breath, "He will never know...he is actually the best brother in my life... the best! Wow... I raised him as my son for ten years, thinking that this bastard would live longer than me! Who knew it would be like this... If he is dead, he is dead if his brain is dead, even if he can breathe now, how long can he live?"

Wu Liang calmed down, wiped his eyes, handed a box of tissue paper to Qian Meng, and said in a low voice, "I'm sorry."

Qian Meng took out a few pieces of paper and pasted them on his face, sobbing, "Wu Liang, I have persuaded you, anyway, you can't do this, you are more and more like the kind of big villain who wants to plan a resurrection if you stay in the house like this You are my half-daughter-in-law, I have to take care of you for Young Master Zhou."

Wu Liang paused, and said, "I'll start running tomorrow."

As soon as Wu Liang finished speaking, there was a sudden commotion at the door, the door was pushed open, and a middle-aged man with a cold face led a group of men in black and barged into Wu Liang's office.

Wu Liang was originally a ruthless person who was delayed by self-moral constraints, and even under the stimulation of flipping, he had the urge to bury this group of people in the ground.

After Zhou Jianlin's death, the middle-aged man became the newest person in charge of the Zhou family in China. To the family, Zhou Xiangwan's life was of no value. On the contrary, after his death, he could create huge economic value.

The middle-aged man is an incurable reproductive cancer. He hates homosexuality deeply. Seeing the scene now, he feels as disgusting as eating a fly. When he first saw Wu Liang, he thought he was Zhou Xiangwan's late lover. Without looking at him directly, he greeted a lawyer arrogantly, handed a document to Wu Liang, Wu Liang looked down - 3000 million.

The middle-aged man said: "I respect you Mr. Wu with deep love, everyone, don't make too much noise, I will take Zhou Shao to the United States to receive better treatment, and 3000 million will be counted as your spiritual compensation."

Wu Liang took the pen and tapped the tip of the pen on the paper. The middle-aged man thought he was about to sign, so he smiled complacently, then Wu Liang raised his eyelids and said coldly: "3000 million, let me subsidize you. Hospitals look at brains that have eaten shit and ruined their minds."

The middle-aged man's cheeks twitched and he was shaking with anger. He was about to ask the bodyguard to force him. Wu Liang swung the pen with a wave of his arm, and the black ink formed an arc on the snow-white floor.

Everyone's footsteps froze, and Wu Liang's eyes were so frightening that no one dared to cross the thin ink line for a moment.

Wu Liang raised his gun: "You are challenging my bottom line."

The middle-aged man said: "Do you think you can stop me?"

Wu Liang didn't give in at all, and said flatly: "It really can't stop you from looking for death."

The middle-aged man was bluffed at first, and then thought that Wu Liang was just a gay with no backing and no legal status, so he smiled contemptuously, "Take Zhou Xiangwan away."

Before he could finish speaking, Wu Liang shot through the middle-aged man's instep. His face didn't change, and his hands didn't even shake.

Wu Liang's marksmanship was taught by Zhou Xiangwan. A famous teacher produces a talented student, so he can shoot wherever he wants.But when he and Zhou Xiangwan were in school, they would always miss each other on purpose, and Zhou Xiangwan would angrily punish him, kissing him so hard that he couldn't find his way, so Wu Liang would miss him even more.

The middle-aged man pierced through the sky with a ghostly howl, and the bodyguards behind him took out their guns one after another, aimed at Wu Liang, "beat his legs to pieces!"

Before the words fell, there was another gunshot at the door, the room was silent, everyone turned their heads, and saw a leopard leaping into the room lightly, accompanied by the sound of crutches touching the ground, Belev appeared in the crowd with a serious expression In front of him, he didn't say a word, but a depressive atmosphere gradually enveloped the room, and the atmosphere suddenly became Soviet.

The middle-aged man was very surprised. He didn't expect Belev to come over, and it happened so coincidentally. He knew that it would be too late to take Zhou Xiangwan with him today, and he was lucky to be able to go out in one piece.

Belev glanced at the middle-aged man, and said in Russian: "I don't want to hear this kind of waste that doesn't even have a name breathing in front of me."

The middle-aged man could understand Russian, so he bowed down and smiled apologetically, "I'm leaving right away. I'm very glad to see Mr. Belev."

The Zhou family and his party came and went quickly, and escaped with their tails between their legs almost in the blink of an eye.

Wu Liang didn't feel relaxed at all, he looked at Belev warily, afraid that he was also here to snatch Zhou Xiangwan, and said, "What's the matter with you?"

Belev stood in front of Zhou Xiangwan without saying a word. He stared at Zhou Xiangwan's face for a long time, leaned over and kissed his forehead, and said, "I'm here to say goodbye to Angel. He's lost weight, but he has more hair." few."

Wu Liang: "..."

Belev said: "Maybe he can wake up. But I am old, who knows if I can wait until that day."

Wu Liang: "He can wake up."

Belev said: "He can't hold it physically."

Wu Liang was silent, because he knew that what Belev said made sense, Zhou Xiangwan was losing weight a little bit, and he could survive in a year or two, ten years, 20 years, he could wait, but Zhou Xiangwan couldn't.

Belev handed Wu Liang a piece of paper.It was the address of a Swiss frozen human laboratory. A few rich people who could not be cured according to the current medical conditions would choose to freeze themselves until the medical technology that could treat the disease appeared. It was high risk, but it was also a hope.

Belev turned away, unwilling to look at Zhou Xiangwan again, and said, "Think about it, I decided to hand over Angel to you last time, so I will leave it to you. I believe you will make the right decision."

Wu Liang nodded.

Belev used to have a cold and hard face showing the fragility of an old man. He walked out slowly on crutches. His secretary handed Wu Liang a wooden box the size of a tissue box studded with jewels. Wu Liang took it with both hands. I don't understand what Belev means.

Belev opened the door, sighed and said, "It's a love letter from Angel to you."

Belev closed the door, and the huge room returned to its previous quietness. Holding a box full of love letters, Wu Liang sat slowly beside Zhou Xiangwan, carefully opening the heavy wooden box.