The Ten Years that I Loved You the Most ✔️

Chapter 55

    takes a person too seriously, and over time it has imprinted in the heart. From then on, regardless of whether the person is still in his heart, the trace will not disappear.

    Ai Tzuyu tightened the quilt for He Zhishu. He suddenly felt a little sad. He just wanted to see the flowers, the flowers he planted for He Zhishu.

    Time flies quickly, half of a month has passed in a blink of an eye, and the Chinese New Year will be near once February arrives.

    He Zhishu would go out for shopping when he was a little better, but he wouldn't go too far. When he was in bad health, he would wrap up a thick cashmere blanket and nest in the armchair to read. He Zhishu doesn't like watching TV and movies, because he is easily dizzy, and his head becomes dull and painful. He is actually uncomfortable when he reads books. He often falls asleep after seeing half of it.

    What Ai Tzuyu is most afraid of now is to see He Zhishu asleep. Every time he walks over, he squeezes a cold sweat on the palm of his hand... He is really afraid that one day this person will fall asleep so quietly and never again. Willing to wake up.

    He Zhishu found that the doctors seldom shook his eyes recently. The man often immersed himself in writing and drawing very close to him, and looked particularly attentive.

    Ai Ziyu finally raised her head in the last few strokes that day, stretched out in the warm afternoon sun comfortably. Then he unpreparedly called to congratulate

    Zhishu: "You are about to pass your birthday, right?" He Zhishu realized that someone was talking to him after a while, and he leaned forward slightly: "How did you know?"

    He Zhishu Zhi Shu was his birthday one year ago. Since he left home more than ten years ago, few people have taken care of him except Jiang Wenxu.

    Ai Ziyu smiled: "Before you filled out the form, I glanced at your ID number."

    He Zhishu was not particularly uncomfortable today, and he was willing to talk more with the doctor: "Well. What do you draw these days? "

    I won't tell you." Ai Ziyu is stingy this time.

    He Zhishu didn't have much curiosity: "Then you bring Ergou over and play with me." There is no name, but the child looks a little bit coquettish and self-willed.

    Ai Tzuyu’s heart can now be softer than the spring water of the West Lake in April, but she dare not agree: "Wait for you to be better, Ergou goes out for a run every day, and her body is not clean." He Zhishu's immunity is already very poor. Ai Ziyu is not at ease because the dog is big and enthusiastic.

    But how many of them will heal in the future? He Zhishu was a little disappointed, but he also knew that the doctor was doing his own good.

    Ai Ziyu was reluctant to read He Zhishu's grievances. After thinking about it for a while, he walked over to He Zhishu: "Or, I will hug you a kitten?"

    He Zhishu was somewhat pleased: "I want it. The black beard, the one with the four white socks."

    "The fattest one, I know." Ai Ziyu smiled and approached He Zhishu: "If you kiss me, I will give you a hug."

    He Zhi

    Shubai glanced at him: "Don't make trouble with me." That little hook caught Ai Ziyu's soul in half. Without controlling it, he quickly leaned over and kissed He Zhishu's cheek.

    He Zhishu's shocked pupils widened a circle.

    Thanks to Ai Ziyu's fast running, the stuffed stuff came over in time. Otherwise, he would have to slap him.

    After that, the relationship between the two seemed to have some ambiguity and intimacy that they didn't have before. Ai Tzuyu is shameless enough. At first, he would sit next to He Zhishu and read a book together. Now he has to nest in with half of the blanket that accounts for He Zhishu, and from time to time, he also hugs his waist and kisses the cheek.

    Ai Tzuyu can also be sultry. When He Zhishu was unwilling to pay attention to him, he didn't even read the book and closed his eyes. Ai Tzuyu took out a collection of poems, foreign love poems, lingering and enthusiastic, it doesn't count to read it once, and then read it again in pure and affectionate standard English, and finally it was so poignant that it would be read again in French.

    Scourge.

    He Zhishu was not hard-hearted, and it was when he needed someone to accompany him the most, he couldn't resist Ai Tzuyu's tender offensive.

    Except for Jiang Wenxu at the beginning, only Ai Ziyu was the one who cherished He Zhishu with that kind of enthusiasm for holding a baby, but these two men are different. Jiang Wenxu loved the young boy who was more beautiful than flowers at the age of seventeen, but Ai Ziyu loved the most embarrassed He Zhishu. He has been with others for more than ten years. He is hard to guess and is terminally ill. He Zhishu.

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    Beijing’s weather is very bad. There are few sunny days when it is not windy or snowy. There is often haze, and even a breath of air bitterly stabs the throat.

    This is destined to be the coldest and longest winter that Jiang Wenxu has ever lived, leaving memories of eternal paleness and despair. He was lying on the bed late at night, there was no sound in his ears, and he was the only one left in the whole world.

    No matter how many times Jiang Wenxu moved around, stretched his hand when he woke up in the middle of the night, the other half was cold and boundless beyond reach. Jiang Wenxu's addiction to cigarettes has become heavier recently. Whether at home or in the company, there are thick layers of cigarette butts in the ashtray on the table. Later, Jiang Wenxu also drank, drinking at home by himself. If he could get drunk, he would stay through the night again. For fear, he would wake up in the middle of the night, and loneliness would suddenly come.

    More often than not, Jiang Wenxu would have nightmares intermittently. When he was most desperate, the dream of the second day would be connected to the place where the first day ended, and it would be as real as being on the scene. He often dreamed of He Zhishu, that He Zhishu was alone at home, with long bangs in his white pajamas, walking over and over in the huge room. He never looked up, and his steps were very slow. He opened the bedroom doors one by one. Close, non-stop. That day, Jiang Wenxu’s dream had a sound. He would still be like that, who didn’t know what to expect behind the door, and finally sat on the ground exhausted, tears smashing into puddles on the floor, sad and heart-wrenching. Broken voice: "Brother Jiang... I really can't find you. Come back..." The cry became lighter and lighter, and later Jiang Wenxu noticed that the tears on the floor had turned into blood. He

    Zhishu in the dream finally raised his head, his face pale and haggard, and his mouth was full of blood... Jiang Wenxu woke up and dared not go to sleep.

    "I was wrong..." Jiang Wenxu's heart was torn with pain, and he wanted to curl up into a small group that was not easy to be found sadly: "Zhishu, brother knows that it is wrong... Brother will never again... I am wrong. Oh... I was wrong..."

    At first Jiang Wenxu thought that his distress was just a little bit of his own conscience. Later, when he fainted at the company, Jiang Wenxu was sent to the hospital for examination. Jiang Wenxu's heart really has a problem.

    Pain can really hurt and get sick. Jiang Wenxu's lips were blue and his eyes gradually dimmed.

    He wants to congratulate Zhishu.

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