The Ten Years that I Loved You the Most ✔️

Chapter 28

    He Zhishu slept very unsteadily. He woke up very early and didn't have any strength in his body. He staggered to take a shower and changed into pajamas before lying back quietly. My body was a bit cold, but the bed was very warm, and the man next to him was warm and melted like a stove.

    It was late in the winter in the north. Jiang Wenxu seemed to be exhausted these days and was still asleep. He Zhishu bit his lip and cautiously leaned over Xuxu and hugged the man's waist. For the sake of love, fear and joy are all carved into the bones, and the blood is dripping. Even if the blood is changed over and over after hemodialysis, love has become an indescribable gentle energy.

    Therefore, there is no other He Zhishu who can accompany Jiang Wenxu through seven years of hardship, endure his three years of debauchery and return late, and then use the last year of his life to love him to his bones. So gentle and tender, so determined and brave. Only He Zhishu.

    When Jiang Wenxu woke up, his arms were full. He hugged the people around him tightly when he was half awake and half awake, subconsciously doing things-no one except He Zhishu can stay in his bed for the night.

    In fact, He Zhishu's body shape hasn't changed too much over the years. When a kitten is nestled in his arms, it is no different from the well-behaved boy in high school. Jiang Wenxu is actually not sure since when this person stopped sticking to himself so much, he didn't care about his nights away, and he just asked those friends who were ambiguous with him, He Zhishu was just a person, and then he became more and more confused. The more and more silent, more and more haggard. For a while, Jiang Wenxu felt that he was tired of He Zhishu and did not want to see him again, but to this day Jiang Wenxu seems to vaguely feel that he is not unwilling to meet, but afraid. He was afraid of seeing He Zhishu's stupid meekness, the dim eyesight dodge, and the unconscious repulsion on the bed.

    Jiang Wenxu stretched out his palm and smoothed the messy hair on He Zhishu's face in his ears. His eyes on He Zhishu slowly became very deep and gentle. He Zhishu's breathing was steady and shallow, and he threw on Jiang Wenxu's chest. It's itchy, like a small paw scratching my heart. He couldn't help but touched He Zhishu's blushing cheeks, and he was startled when he met-He Zhishu had a fever.

    "Zhi Shu? Be good, get up." Jiang Wenxu frowned and gently pinched the tip of He Zhi Shu's nose.

    He Zhishu was used to having a low-grade fever, and he didn't feel too uncomfortable. On the contrary, he felt faint and uncomfortable when he was awakened by Jiang Wenxu. He gently shook his head, and some soft and waxy nasal sounds came out of his nose to express his rejection. .

    What Jiang Wenxu eats most is He Zhishu's rare coquettish set, so he can only tuck the quilt tightly out of bed to find medicine for He Zhishu.

    Unexpectedly, the bookcase in that small study room was mostly empty, and the shelves were filled with glass bottles of different shapes and sizes. They were filled with medicines, but they were not very similar. After all, medicines would be too weird. . Jiang Wenxu didn't think much, and hurriedly rummaged through the medicine cabinet and poured some medicine out to give He Zhishu his fever first.

    "Take the medicine before going to sleep," Jiang Wenxu put the water cup on He Zhishu's lips: "Wait, brother will cook millet porridge for you."

    He Zhishu became a little more sober and walked forward to take the medicine.

    Jiang Wenxu patted the top of He Zhishu's hair: "Did you get it cruel last night?"

    He Zhishu wrapped his quilt and turned his back and ignored it.

    "I happened to be fine today. I will take you to the hospital to check after dinner. Did you treat my baby harshly? You are so thin?"

    He Zhishu gradually stiffened his back, and said, "Don't go." After a while, he took the sentence: "You helped me feed the cat."

    "Don't make trouble, listen to me." Jiang Wenxu has never been soft on things that have been decided, and perhaps he also felt a little stiffer, adding: "I'll go out to help you feed the cat, be good."

    He Zhishu watched Jiang Wenxu go out. He didn't want to go to the hospital. The ending was almost written. The things that were missed were missed. So much compensation for being late was useless. Regardless of whether it is apology or guilt, based on words of sympathy, He Zhishu doesn't want it at all.

    What did you do earlier Jiang Wenxu? He Zhishu’s eyes are very sad. If it were two months ago, that snowy day, Jiang Wenxu would come back to eat dumplings with him, and asked him why he looked so sad, he would not endure it until now and still endure silently. . It's not that love alone can endure all ignorance and blows, life and death are up to the sky, feelings and fate will be given to you together.

    He Zhishu's face paled a little bit, he could pretend to be strong, or show weakness to resist what he didn't want to do.

    When Jiang Wenxu went back to the bedroom and asked He Zhishu to eat, He Zhishu curled up uncomfortably, and his pale little face was covered with cold sweat. The man saw himself, raised his face, his eyes covered with a moist tear film, opened his mouth, and only shouted: "Brother..."

    "Body hurts..."

    "Where? Tell me, where does it hurt? Zhi Shu , Don’t scare me..."

    " I'm

    tired , my waist and legs are sore." Jiang Wenxu put the quilt in his arms. He only felt so uncomfortable when he broke the person last night and happened to have a fever. He softened his throat. Huan: "Wait for some porridge, you will lie down more, let's go to the physical examination another day."

    He Zhishu answered , which is another delay.

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