The Ten Years that I Loved You the Most ✔️

Chapter 30

    He Zhishu had a long dream. He dreamed of fine chalk and smoke flying on the podium, and a boy with a schoolbag on one shoulder waiting patiently for him to return home. He dreamed that the day when his grandfather passed away, there were a large number of flowers served by the elderly in the courtyard, and the hospital was endlessly pale and desperate. , He himself couldn't cry in the empty corridor.

    The boy carrying a schoolbag on one shoulder grew up and became He Zhishu waiting for him to go home. The flowers in the garden withered, He Zhishu vowed not to grow flowers anymore.

    It was already dark when He Zhishu woke up. He opened the bedroom door dazedly, no one turned on the light in the living room, and a cloud of smoke filled him. Jiang Wenxu was smoking by the floor-to-ceiling window. The sparks were a little bit, and the cigarette butts had accumulated a layer in the ashtray.

    "It's not that I told you to quit smoking." He Zhishu said, his voice a little hoarse.

    Jiang Wenxu stunned, subconsciously extinguished the cigarette: "Sorry."

    He Zhishu went to turn on the light: "You can't control smoking when you are upset."

    "What are you upset about?" He Zhishu sat on the ground. , Leaning his forehead against the floor-to-ceiling windows and looking out.

    Jiang Wenxu smiled and bent over and touched the top of his hair: "Don't worry about work."

    He Zhishu didn't say anything, just felt dizzy, and the snow-white long wool blanket was stained drop by drop. He Zhishu didn't return the blood stains for a while. He stretched out two fingers in a daze to touch the puddle blood, but because he lowered his head, the nosebleeds flowed faster.

    Until Jiang Wenxu saw it, he hissed heavily, careless about anything else, stretched out his arm to block the unstoppable nosebleed.

    "What are you thinking? Look up, hurry up! Look up!" Jiang Wenxu was anxious, and squatted down to let He Zhishu lie on his lap, his clothes on his hands were sticky and bloody.

    It took a long time to stop the bleeding. Jiang Wenxu went to the bathroom to wash up and adjusted the water temperature carefully.

    "Why the nosebleed suddenly?"

    He Zhishu frowned, and his lips were all white after losing too much blood: "The room is too dry."

    "The winter in the north is dry and cold. Tomorrow I will find someone to help you buy a humidifier." Jiang Wenxu washed He Zhishu's face clean, and He Zhishu's clothes were stained with blood. He wanted to wash He Zhishu's clothes and wash them together. Take a shower, but don’t want to be pushed away.

    He Zhishu's reaction was very big, he pushed Jiang Wenxu away and gripped his collar tightly, and his nails with great strength turned blue.

    Jiang Wenxu was stunned: "What's wrong?" He was a little embarrassed, a little unfamiliar with grievances, a little inexplicable: "Your clothes are all dirty."

    "I'll do it myself." He Zhishu's eyes did not fall on Jiang Wenxu, still It is the appearance of resistance.

    Jiang Wenxu's face turned black, and he said coldly: "So dirty, with a bloody smell, I am not that interested."

    He Zhishu knew that he had misunderstood, but there was nothing to say, so he could only watch Jiang Wenxu not saying a word. He washed his hands and went out of the bathroom, but after five minutes, Jiang Wenxu left with a crisp sound at the door.

    This is very good. Anyone outside is more knowledgeable and interesting than I am, but I have to endure my temper and do little work here. He Zhishu slowly faded his clothes, and there were fine pinholes on his arms, one by one connected to each other, and the blue and purple became a large patch.

    He Zhishu hugged himself in the warm water of the bathtub, and he was suddenly a little scared. He felt like he had to make some kind of decision, such as where he should find a foothold in the end. No matter where you die, it is troublesome enough. If you die at home and no one finds it for ten and a half months, it must be very embarrassing and ugly, and it will be bad to scare Jiang Wenxu.

    He Zhishu thought for a while and suddenly laughed. He also felt that the process of dying alone is not difficult, but the difficulty is after death.

    The hot water soaked He Zhishu softly. He didn't take a long time to soak, and got up while he still had some strength to wipe it clean. Carefully put on thick pajamas again, which warmed up a lot.

    The living room still has the smell of smoke that hasn't dissipated clean. The smell of Su Yan is not unpleasant, but the smell of He Zhishu is stupefied and dull.

    When the headache came up, He Zhishu realized that he had forgotten to take the medicine all day, so he forced himself to get busy, boil water and pour the medicine, swallowing the medicine into his stomach, always making trouble for a long time.

    He Zhishu lay on the sofa and waited for the medicine to come up. The cats played around him, and He Zhishu's paws were tickled.

    He Zhishu thought it was an illusion when he heard the key opening the door, but he didn't react until the man with a bad face appeared in front of him.

    "Stop playing with kittens, go wash your hands and eat." Jiang Wenxu was still cold, but after strolling outside, he bought food and returned.

    "Liaoganjian, I will nourish blood for you." Jiang Wenxu poured the dishes onto the plate, his tone was not warm, but his eyes were gentle.

    He Zhishu sat at the dining table and walked, thinking of Jiang Wenxu a long time ago, he really wouldn't really lose his temper with him over such a trivial matter.

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