The Ten Years that I Loved You the Most ✔️

Chapter 62

Jiang Wenxu did not expect Ai Ziyu to suddenly make a move, and abruptly punched in the cheek. He was stunned with a fist and struck again with the wind. Jiang Wenxu didn't fight back, and evaded in embarrassment.

    Jiang Wenxu is not a temperament that can afford to lose money. He has been paranoid and ruthless since he was a child. Apart from facing He Zhishu, he never knows what to endure. But today, he really doesn't want to get hurt and blood in a fight with people, his posture is too ugly.

    "I don't want to fight with you," Jiang Wenxu spit on bloody saliva: "I want to take my people home."

    Ai Ziyu only sneered: "You are worthy of telling me this kind of thing?"

    Jiang Wenxu twisted Eyebrow: "The matter of the two of us, you are an outsider to mix up, what position do you have that I am not worthy?" He didn't have any ugly vocabulary, but the words were sharp, which was a natural contempt for Ai Ziyu. attitude. He seems to be the one who knows He Zhishu best, and his love is deeply rooted.

    Ai Tzuyu didn't say anything for a while, nor did she move on impulsively. He just stared at Jiang Wenxu closely, his eyes were inquiring, and there were some incomprehensible doubts and simple puzzles.

    Ai Tzuyu spoke again with a very soft voice: "...what's wrong with him, he just likes you..." What's so good besides skin appearance?

    "Don't use your little judgement to question us and return people to me." Jiang Wenxu's voice was cold, not revealing the more and more guilt and pain he had already accumulated.

    Ai Tzuyu laughed suddenly, full of mockery: "Shallow judgment? Mr. Jiang, you should know how Zhishu and I met each other?"

    "In November, when the first snowfall in Beijing, he came to get the checklist. He was alone, wearing a bloated down jacket, and full of chills. I didn't ask him if he had any other relatives because he was not that day. It’s the first time." Ai Ziyu’s throat choked, and he paused: "From the beginning, when I came to the hospital, he was the only one who had no relatives, friends, or lovers. The bone marrow puncture hurts so much, but he doesn’t make a sound. Yeah. Later, I gave him flowers. Although he refused, he couldn’t betray people. He was actually very happy. But the next day he gave me the flowers back. At that time, his eyes were dim and black. There is no hope."

    Jiang Wenxu's heart cramped, and he staggered suddenly in pain. The pain He Zhishu has endured in just a few months has no impression in his mind. What were you doing back then? Traveling, expanding business, staying out at night... and hanging out with lovers. Later, Jiang Wenxu had an impression of the potted flower, but he once again extinguished the little joy and hope of He Zhishu.

    "I thought he was floating in Beijing alone, lacking close people around him. But once I saw the hickey on his neck and learned that he was gay, I already had an idea in my heart. How could he not care? That was me. The first time I saw it, I felt distressed."

    Ai Ziyu stayed up all night, and now the bloodshot red in his eyes is even more dazzling. He stared at Jiang Wenxu's eyes: "You don't know, you know so well. He loves you so much, why didn't he leave a way for him to survive? He agreed to chemotherapy when he came. Why did he suddenly stop coming after I sent him home that day? He stayed in Beijing well, why did he leave suddenly?"

    Jiang Wenxu's lips trembled slightly uncontrollably, and he opened his mouth in vain, unable to make a half-tone. He knows best what he has done himself. He suspected that He Zhishu and the doctor were ambiguous and could not control the bad emotions. He moved his hands to He Zhishu and said cruel things. The rude sex was like rape. He didn't watch the drunkenness either, and completely rejected He Zhishu's last insistence.

    "...I know it's my fault..." Jiang Wenxu lowered his head, no light reflected in his eyes: "I really..."

    Ai Ziyu went up and interrupted Jiang Wenxu's last sentence with a fierce punch. Jiang Wenxu did not hide.

    "Isn't it late?! Ah?! Don't you think it's too late?" Ai Ziyu grabbed Jiang Wenxu's collar fiercely: "I'll give you a chance to make up. Nothing else, you don't think he loves you. Are you going to persuade him to heal the disease now! You can make him heal if you know it is wrong? You can't!"

    Ai Ziyu panted heavily, without any usual gentle shadow: "There is something, but you don't know. It can be solved if you make a mistake! You can offset the men and women who have played outside when you make a mistake? You can make up for the neglect and suffering he has suffered for so many years when you make a mistake? You can't! You will only deceive yourself and move yourself!"

    Jiang Wenxu's body trembled, and the moment Ai Ziyu let go of his shirt, he collapsed. His lips had turned dark purple, but he still reluctantly straightened his waist and turned into a kneeling position.

    …Everyone thought he didn’t love Zhishu that much. Zhang Jingwen, Ai Ziyu, Ai Ziqian, friends who are still in contact. Did they make a mistake, or did they deceive themselves? Jiang Wenxu lowered his head, the sun couldn't get into his eyes, but he still seemed to see the boy in the window seat when he was a teenager, exquisitely white, frowning when thinking about problems; he also seemed to see that room waiting for him to come back forever The young man, with a forbearing and gentle gaze, slowly learned the work that all housewives can do.

    He loves He Zhishu, loves He Zhishu all the time. I like the thin young man who loves to watch Jane, and the young man who will forever tolerate and accommodate in those years. The only person I love has always been.

    "You let him see me." Although Jiang Wenxu still made a statement, it was completely pleading.

    Ai Ziyu could only look at the man kneeling before her eyes. He was the same age as himself, and was described by Ai Ziqian as a "tough wrist" or "old fox". He was speechless for a while, only quickly turned around, opened the door and entered the house, and then another locked door.

    When Ai Tzuyu entered the room, she felt the change of atmosphere. When she looked up to the second floor, she saw He Zhishu came out of the bedroom. She looked down the floor-to-ceiling window half-hidden by the curtains. I didn’t know. how long.

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