The Decade of Deep Love

Chapter 75

He Zhishu’s illness is heavy. His day-to-day headache was disgusting, and his body was covered with bruising marks caused by subcutaneous hemorrhage.

Ai Ziyu has not touched him even if he touched him. He is really distressed. He knows that he does not want to give him more trouble. The pain is more powerful, and he does not say anything.

Ai Ziyu is now used to seeing He Zhishu sleeping at night and sleeping again. He feels shallow and can blink at a moment. He suddenly stunned and saw He Zhishu crying, but still did not wake up. He Zhishu covered a fine layer of cold sweat on his forehead, and he was crying and shrugging. He said vaguely: "I... so uncomfortable..."

Pain into this is just a few low-pitched proverbs in your dreams. If you can't stand it, don't endure it. Ai Ziyu adjusted the bedside lamp slightly, and he gently rubbed the thin back of He Zhishu with his palm: "Hey, I am... nothing, it will pass..."

He Zhishu grabbed Ai Ziyu's waist, tears soaked his pajamas, and the hot skin hurts. The forehead of He Zhishu was very hot, and he burned up in the middle of the night.

Ai Ziyu wants to pick up two cold towels, but he only stalked him with a little movement of He Zhishu, soft crying, wronged tone, he shouted: "Jiang Ge... don't go... brother...".

Ai Ziyu’s eyes were red, and he gently patted the back of He Zhishu and lowered the voice: “...not going... Brother doesn’t go...”. Ai Ziyu looked at He Zhishu for a long time, and then carefully moved the hair of the Hezhishu to the forehead by the sweat. He thought, I just deserved it.

In fact, there is really not much unwillingness, anger and pain. He only has some powerless embarrassment. He couldn't interfere with who was hiding in the deepest part of He Zhishu's heart, and he didn't want to know how difficult it was to know. Ai Ziyu didn't want to ask for anything from He Zhishu. He didn't have anything to ask for now. He was just afraid of the regrets left by He Zhishu.

In the morning, when Ai Ziyu started early, she went downstairs to soak the beans and wanted to wait for He Zhishu to wake up and give him soy milk.

Ai Ziyu stood in the kitchen, he stayed up all night, and he had a nightmare when he closed his eyes. He looked as if he was a boy in a youthful school wearing a blue-white school uniform and rushed over to himself, a deep dimple on the cheek side. The smile was clean and beautiful, and he smiled and stretched out his arms to hold him into his arms. However, He Zhizhi ran straight from his side and ran to the distant beach and sank into the sea.

In any case, it is not a good omen.

Ai Ziyu sighed and took out his mobile phone and flipped through the calendar. There is still more than a week of He Zhishu’s birthday. Time flies.

The phone is still ringing in the hand, and Ai Ziyu slowed down and looked at the caller ID, and it was Jiang Wenxu.

He is now very calm about Jiang Wenxu's mentality. He has extra energy to take care of He Zhishu. He does not want to hurt the innocent people.

"Problems?

Jiang Wenxu's voice is very weak, hoarse and powerful: "Do you know what the book is?" He is now in the hospital, alcoholism and heart disease. Song assistant did not feel relieved last night, and the door is not open. Fortunately, he has The spare key, or Jiang Wenxu is really dangerous.

"He is still asleep." Ai Ziyu is much lazy to talk, but it is only afraid that Jiang Wenxu will play more: "I have nothing to do."

Jiang Wenxu is really uncomfortable now. He has a problem with his body. When he is vulnerable, he wants someone to stay with him. When he was lying in a hospital bed, he always thought that He Zhishu had a hundred times more difficulty in chemotherapy than before, but he was always a person. How long does He Zhishu have to lie on his bed to get enough to go home? The more I think about it, the more I feel sad. Jiang Wenxu even feels that he is suffering more, and at least he can understand the pain of the once-in-a-lifetime book.

He wants to know the book too much, he can't come to see people, he can only make a phone call. Jiang Wenxu coughed for a while before he sighed and said: "So... can you just let me listen? I won't quarrel with him, I just want to... just want to hear his breathing."

Ai Ziyu sneered, and finally got a breakthrough from the bad mood that began to suppress last night: "General Jiang, your tone is not ordinary disgusting. With me this rehearsal drama? Well? I am not a knife in your director's script. Don't forget, the lover outside is brought to bed by yourself. He knows that you haven't wanted it anymore. What are you wronging from this? You sent me a big one. Bless me, I can see you more than now!" Yes... you don't want him first, why do you still have to leave a mark in his heart? Really... there is no fairness, knowing...

"Then I hang up, take care of him."

Ai Ziyu wanted to throw the phone, but she still resisted it, because suddenly he flashed through his mind last night, and he couldn’t help but cry and shouted Jiang’s picture. Distress is more than heartache.

When he went upstairs into the bedroom, He Zhishu was still not awake. It should be too late to burn, and the body was too tired.

Ai Ziyu leaned over and gave him a quilt, but he hesitated and took out his mobile phone. He took a photo of the sleeping He Zhishu, the light was very dark, and the angle was not chosen. The effect was very poor.

He sent the photo to Jiang Wenxu, thinking about it and finally backing up a photo for himself.

These days, I’ve been writing it all the time.

Because the painter has never reached a consensus, it is better not to draw a picture, so I apologize to the friend who is looking forward to the bookmarks. The bookmark may be just an ordinary design.

So I will compensate some of the extra content.

Personal ethics including four websites are not released

1 Jiang Wenxu’s outside

2 Ai Ziyu's outside

3 Song assistant's outside

4 Li Zekun's Fan Wai (high dry attack & mb is equivalent to a short article)

Then the gift will be thinking about it, and I will definitely compensate you again.

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