[Zhang Yunlei] Shige is on top

Ling Jiuye thought many times about what Zhang Yunlei would do when he came out of the ICU.

But when he came out, he realized that no matter how much he thought about it, it was useless, because he didn't dare to do the things he wanted to do.

Want to hug him, want to kiss him, want to hug him tightly.

But Ling Jiuye couldn't, because there were too many fractures on his body, so many that people felt that touching him would cause severe pain, so he could only look at him greedily, staring at him, as if he would suddenly It's like disappearing and disappearing, which is completely terrifying.

In the end, Ling Jiuye could only stare blankly, not daring to move.

He didn't move, Zhang Yunlei was a little anxious instead, God knows how much he wanted to talk to him, how much he wanted to be hugged by him, even if he just held hands, he felt extremely happy.

At least, he can prove that he is still alive.

"...Chen'er..." Zhang Yunlei couldn't help it anymore, he didn't know what was on his mind, was he angry because he was so seriously injured, or because he was too cautious to take any action, or because he felt that he was a useless person , I didn't want to continue at all, I was so anxious for a while, I couldn't help but want to reach out to reach him.

"Don't move!" Seeing that he was about to move, Ling Jiuye reacted immediately, walked over quickly, not daring to touch him, stopped his bold move with words, frowned, "You lie down honestly, the doctor said you Don't move around, just be obedient."

When he finally came, Zhang Yunlei felt relieved, looked at him eagerly, frowned, then quickly relaxed, and whispered, "...don't be angry..."

"What are you talking about, how can I be angry with you?" Ling Jiuye knew what he was worried about, but at this moment, his recovery is the most important thing, even if there is a little anger in his heart, he can only suppress it, Pulling the chair and sitting beside his bed, he comforted him, "Stop thinking about it, I'm not angry, and I don't blame you. Now you just take good care of it, and you don't need to worry about anything else."

"Hmm..." Seeing that he didn't seem to be perfunctory, Zhang Yunlei was relieved, took a breath, moved his fingers, and kept calling his name, "Chen'er..."

"Here," Ling Jiuye stretched out his hand to hold his finger. Fortunately, there was nothing wrong with his right hand. He rubbed it lightly, leaned over and kissed his forehead, and frowned, "I won't leave, I'll just stay here You, go to sleep when you are tired, now you are fine, I can be with you every day, don't worry, ah."

"Well," Zhang Yunlei didn't have much strength in his hands, so he let him hold his hand, feeling more at ease, then closed his eyes, and gradually fell into a deep sleep.

Ling Jiuye didn't move, and kept holding his hand. After some time, Yang Jiulang came back, opened the door and walked in gently. Seeing him sitting by the bed, he said softly, "Sleeping? Are you okay?"

"It's not very good. He has a fever. The nurse gave him an infusion. I don't know when the fever will subside." Ling Jiuye rang the bell to call the doctor, but there was nothing he could do. He was so seriously injured that a fever was inevitable. I can only raise it slowly, reduce the inflammation and cool down, wipe the sweat off his head with a towel with the other hand, and look at Yang Jiulang, "There must be no one around him, you have to take turns to watch."

"That's for sure, don't worry, I've discussed it with them, Xiaolong came to help take care of him, and our brothers rotate back and forth, so I'm not afraid that no one is watching," Yang Jiulang nodded, and reached out to touch Zhang Yunlei's On his forehead, the heat made him frown, and sighed, "Braid has suffered a great crime this time, alas!"

Ling Jiuye didn't make a sound, but endured the pain in his heart. He was injured so badly that he had been hit with steel nails and steel plates all over his body. Thinking about it, he felt the pain was terribly painful, but in order to survive, he could only endure it like this for the present plan. Then, he had to undergo surgery to correct his legs and feet later, and he suffered even more.

Seeing that he stopped talking, Yang Jiulang blamed himself secretly. He shouldn't have brought up this matter. Didn't he intentionally make Chen'er worry? Go on, if you're so unhappy, he can't be worse, it's already hard enough."

"Brother, I know, don't worry, I will not do this in front of him," Ling Jiuye understands Yang Jiulang's advice, but it is really impossible for him to let the person he likes suffer so calmly, and he can't help but sigh He took a deep breath, reached out and touched Zhang Yunlei's cheek, there was nothing he could do about his hot temperature, he could only watch him suffer, but he couldn't help.

"Chen'er, you have to understand that the last thing Zhui'er wants to see now is your sadness and sympathy. You can't show a little bit in front of him, otherwise he will feel even more uncomfortable." Yang Jiulang was afraid that he was still too young. , Turn around and show some clues to Zhang Yunlei, it will be bad if you hurt your self-esteem.

"Don't worry brother, I know it myself, and I know that he has strong self-esteem, so I won't let him be overwhelmed." Ling Jiuye understood his kindness, nodded in agreement, and gently put Zhang Yunlei's hand back under the quilt, watching With the infusion bottle.

Yang Jiulang watched with him, and the two of them could still chat together to pass the time. When Feng Zhaoyang brought the meal over in the evening, Zhang Yunlei had already finished the transfusion and woke up.

He just woke up, still a little sleepy, and subconsciously wanted to rub his eyes, but was stopped by Ling Jiuye, who twisted a towel to wipe his face, tried the temperature, and the fever subsided a little, so he was relieved. "Are you hungry, so you wake up so accurately?"

"...um..." Zhang Yunlei was a little hungry. He ate liquid food in the ICU, but later it became semi-liquid food. Now he wants to eat more, so he blinked, "Brother."

"Hey, big brother is here, are you feeling better?" Feng Zhaoyang smiled at him, suppressed the distress in his heart, tried to face him with a happy face, walked over and touched his forehead, nodded and said, " It looks much better, and your energy is better, big brother cooked your favorite dishes for you, and you will be alive and kicking after eating for two days."

"Yes, I know that elder brother is the best," Zhang Yunlei said warmly in his heart. Feng Zhaoyang came to see him every day, and even if there was a performance, he would try his best to come back to take care of himself. He was very grateful, but any words of gratitude were useless. They are gratified only when they get better, nodded slightly, looked at Ling Jiuye again, and whispered, "I'm hungry..."

"I'll feed you," Ling Jiuye took the lunch box that Feng Zhaoyang handed over. The food inside was made of easy-to-digest food, which Zhang Yunlei usually likes to eat. He slowly fed him one bite at a time, letting him drink some soup from time to time, Afraid of choking him, "Eat slowly."

Zhang Yunlei didn't want to eat after eating half a bowl. After all, he was seriously injured, his whole body was in pain, and the fever had just subsided, so he pursed his lips and turned his face away, "I don't want to eat..."

"Okay, I'll talk about it later if I'm hungry." At this time, he couldn't be forced. Ling Jiuye let him go, put down the bowl and chopsticks, and gave him two sips of water before he felt relieved. "Are you tired?"

Zhang Yunlei shook his head, looked at Ling Jiuye, hesitated to speak, and peeked at Feng Zhaoyang and Yang Jiulang at the side, a little embarrassed, "Hurry up and eat..."

"Okay, then I'll go eat," Ling Jiuye was quite calm. Anyway, everyone knows their relationship now, so there's no need to hide it, let alone Yang Jiulang and Feng Zhaoyang. Covering it up, she leaned over and kissed him on the cheek, stroked his hair before getting up and planning to eat something.

Feng Zhaoyang smiled and said nothing, but Yang Jiulang said, "Hey, there are still people here, why are you shielding me from my elder brother? Damn it, give me insulin to lower my blood sugar."

"You can't die..." Zhang Yunlei said reflexively, startled for a moment, and pursed his mouth, "Small-eyed and sloppy, do you think I can't get up for the time being, and I can't catch you..."

"Come on, you are from Yunzike. Don't learn from our Jiuzike. I won't be afraid of you if you stand up. Let's see who we are." Yang Jiulang deliberately changed ways to make him happy, and fought with him Bickering, at least the mood is no longer so depressed, replace Ling Jiuye to accompany him, save him from thinking wildly and in a bad mood.

Ling Jiuye listened to the two of them bickering while eating, couldn't help laughing, but felt sore in his heart, endured the sadness, turned back and wiped the corners of his eyes, afraid that Zhang Yunlei would see him, his shoulders sank, and he looked up to see Feng Zhaoyang looking at him , whispered, "Brother."

"It's okay, don't worry, big brother is with you," Feng Zhaoyang felt sorry for the two of them. At this time, everyone felt that Zhang Yunlei was the one who needed comfort the most, but they didn't know that Ling Jiuye also needed comfort. In his own opinion, they They are all children, and Chen'er is two years younger than Zhui'er, and needs more care and comfort from others, so he patted him on the shoulder, "Say when you're tired, cry when you're sad, don't hold back, big brother is here, Xiangzi is here , don't take care of everything by yourself, no matter how good you and Zhuier are, you are still our junior brother, his junior brother, there will always be times when you can't hold on, you have to remember, you have a master and a brother above you ,ah."

"I know, thank you big brother," Ling Jiuye has been with his grandfather since he was a child. He has no parents to take care of things for him. He is used to being alone. Since he came to Deyun Club, he feels that he also wants to rely on him. Others, Feng Zhaoyang's words touched his heart, and made him feel that he is not alone in facing the pain, and there are so many brothers behind him to bear it with him, "Don't worry, I'm fine."

Hearing that something was wrong with their voices, Zhang Yunlei wanted to look up, but endured the pain and said, "Chen'er...what's wrong with you...?"

Sitting naturally, Yang Jiulang saw Ling Jiuye wiping his tears, so he quickly comforted him, "It's okay, Chen'er choked on Le let us talk, big brother Shun Shun, you lie down, don't move around and it hurts It’s amazing, and I have to make Chen’er worry again, will it be okay to let him have a good meal?”

"Oh..." Zhang Yunlei was relieved when he heard this. He lay down obediently, frowning, and stretched out his fingers to pull Yang Jiulang, but when he grabbed Yang Jiulang, he squeezed his hand with all his strength, fearing that he would not speak again. Let Ling Jiuye worry, and signaled him not to say too much.

Yang Jiulang sighed, took his hand and patted it comfortingly, and nodded at him.

Of these two people, one is afraid that the other will worry about him, and the other is afraid that the other will see that he is sad. They are both sincerely thinking about each other, but they have to endure this kind of pain, and they are suffering from each other's heartache and physical pain.

Now, he only hopes that Zhang Yunlei will get better soon, which can be regarded as fulfilling everyone's wish.

After eating, it was nightfall. Feng Zhaoyang originally wanted Ling Jiuye to go back to rest, at least get a good night's sleep, but he refused to leave. He couldn't hold him back, so he had to leave. He told Yang Jiulang to keep an eye on him and return the next day. I had to catch the early high-speed train back to Beijing to perform, so I said hello and left.

Seeing Feng Zhaoyang leave, Zhang Yunlei couldn't bear to look at Ling Jiuye who was sitting in front of him, and said, "Chen'er, go back, I have Xiangzi here..."

"I'm fine. I'll stay here with you for one night, and I'll go back to rest tomorrow," Ling Jiuye couldn't rest assured on his first day out of the ICU.

Both of them were very stubborn, Yang Jiulang said, "Okay braid, don't persuade him anymore, if it's you, can you go? Just let Chen'er stay here, if he is tired I'll stand for him for a while, I'm tired and he looks at you, don't argue."

When Yang Jiulang said this, Zhang Yunlei had no choice but to shut up, but it was true. If something happened to Chen'er today, I am afraid that he would not leave even one step, so he had to compromise, "Then if you are tired, you can Have a good rest, okay?"

"Succeed, isn't this the suite I specially assigned for you to rest, everyone has a place to rest, don't worry," although Guo Degang booked him a single ward, but Ling Jiuye still felt that it was not good enough, and deliberately After discussing with the master, I found someone to transfer him a suite. Firstly, he lived in a comfortable and quiet place, and secondly, the brothers and sisters could have a place to rest on the bed, which saved him from feeling sorry for himself.

"Well," Zhang Yunlei felt relieved and nodded.

The two of them took turns staying with Zhang Yunlei for the whole night, Ling Jiuye fell asleep, got up to replace Yang Jiulang, let him go to sleep for a while, and stayed by the bed, afraid that he would have a fever again, so they went to test the temperature from time to time to feel relieved.

Zhang Yunlei, who was sleeping soundly, suddenly moved and murmured. Ling Jiuye was startled, and hurriedly went to see him, holding his hand, "What's wrong with the braid?"

He frowned tightly, and seemed a little uneasy. Even with his eyes closed, his eyes were spinning wildly, as if he was having a nightmare. Ling Jiuye gently pushed him, "Wake up, it's okay, wake up."

Zhang Yunlei opened his eyes suddenly, only feeling the cold sweat slipping down, panting heavily and looking around, seeing Ling Jiuye's concerned expression, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"What's wrong? Have a nightmare?" Ling Jiuye wiped his sweat with a towel, held his hand distressedly, and comforted him softly, "It's okay, don't be afraid, it's just a dream."

"Hmm..." Zhang Yunlei's face was a little pale, he closed his eyes slightly, and squeezed his hand tightly, trying to get him closer.

Ling Jiuye put down the towel, glanced at the clock, and suddenly felt a sharp pain in his heart.

The hour hand pointed to four o'clock in the morning.

He bit his lower lip, leaned over, leaned over and kissed Zhang Yunlei's lips lightly, tossing and turning to comfort him.

Zhang Yunlei froze, wanted to resist, but couldn't bear his tenderness, closed his eyes, and let him kiss lightly.

That gentle kiss seemed to kiss each other's hearts.

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