The Ten Years that I Loved You the Most ✔️

Chapter 39

    He Zhishu wakes up very early. When you open your eyes, the sky outside the window is still dark. Looking out from the upper floor, there are still street lights and the shop’s signs. write. He Zhishu has not slept peacefully for a long time. Recently, he has become more serious and has habitual insomnia. It is easy to wake up after falling asleep. It is good to be able to sleep continuously for three or four hours.

    He Zhishu looked at the pale and sick person in the mirror in the bathroom, and asked in a dazed tone: "Have you had a good life in your life?"

    No one answered him. He Zhishu laughed and vomited. Blood from the sink.

    He Zhishu could feel that his illness was getting worse. When he first looked in the mirror and saw the internal bleeding under his eyelids, he hated looking in the mirror. The bruises are all under the ribs and armpits. At first glance, it really looks like a domestic violence.

    He Zhishu sometimes doesn't think too much, but he can't help it. He will tell himself, okay, Jiang Wenxu will not go out for a day or two. It's good to go home. What are you doing and making noisy movements? But self-hypnosis can no longer be done, he has become more and more sensitive, more and more out of control, and the physical and mental torture made him slowly lose his once gentle and clear appearance.

    Having reached this point, He Zhishu told himself that he should give up. The two have been away for fourteen years, and life has stripped away all the beauty that had been decorated on their shells, and they have to endure the last bit of old feelings in the unrecognizable reality. Finally someone is willing to wake up, damn it.

    It's not that I don't love it anymore. It's just that you can't love it, so you can give yourself a little self-esteem in a high-sounding way. To put it bluntly, that's it, whether you have a secret love or a happy relationship, there is still such a bright hope at the end of the development, whoever is willing to give up will give up.

    The gauze on the finger had been soaked with blood, so the bleeding was stopped overnight. He changed himself to a clean piece of gauze, and wanted to stop hurting his hands next time, otherwise it would be inconvenient to do anything.

    He has no appetite and is too lazy to eat, but those cats don't do it. He Zhishu was accustomed to them. The cat food didn't touch it, and when the meal arrived, he would all sort of beggars.

    I can only cook some cat meals after taking the medicine.

    He Zhishu was still stunned when he heard the doorbell, and only after hearing a few more knocks did he realize that it was indeed his home.

    He turned off the fire and opened the door, thinking it was the day when the property came to check the water meter again. Unexpectedly, there was a strange boy outside the door.

    He is a really good-looking boy. The facial features are delicate, the skin is white, the chin is pointed, and the eyes are peach blossoms, but the eyes are still red and swollen. He Zhishu faintly rushed through some thoughts, but he didn't catch it quickly.

    "Who do you...who are you looking for?"

    "Are you He Zhishu? I am drunk, come to you." The

    vague shadow in He Zhishu's heart finally appeared clearly in front of him. His thought for a moment-this child It is better than Jiang Wenxu's likes.

    He Zhishu had never thought that he would be called by San'er before. He didn't quite understand how two men should solve this kind of thing. The hostess can still openly lead people to catch rapes and mischief, but now she is approached by San'er. It's a different matter to say whether she is embarrassed or not, how to deal with it is difficult. The dull pain in my heart affected He Zhishu's reaction even more. He was really afraid of embarrassment, even if it had become a joke now.