The Ten Years that I Loved You the Most ✔️

Chapter 75

    He Zhishu is seriously ill. He had a headache and nausea, and his whole body was covered with bruises caused by hemorrhage under the skin.

    Ai Tzuyu didn't even dare to touch him anymore. He was really distressed. He Zhishu didn't want to cause him more trouble. No matter how bad the pain was, he would endure it by himself, and he didn't say anything.

    Ai Tzuyu is now accustomed to watching He Zhishu at night and then sleeping by himself. He feels shallow and can open his eyes with a little movement. He suddenly started to see He Zhishu crying, but he still didn't wake up. He Zhishu's forehead was covered with a thin layer of cold sweat, and he cried softly, and he said vaguely: "I...so uncomfortable..."

    Pain like this is just a few murmurs in the dream. If you can't bear it, don't bear it. Ai Tzuyu turned the bedside lamp a little brighter, and he gently rubbed He Zhishu's thin back with his palm: "Hey, I'm...it's okay, I'll pass..."

    He Zhishu hugged him. Ai Ziyu's waist, tears soaked his pajamas, and his blanched skin hurt. He Zhishu's forehead was so hot that it burned again in the middle of the night.

    Ai Tzuyu wanted to wash two cold towels, but only a moment when he moved He Zhishu, he entangled him tighter. With a soft crying voice and aggrieved tone, he shouted: "Brother Jiang...you don't go...brother...".

    Ai Tzuyu's eye circles turned red in an instant. He lightly patted He Zhishu's back and lowered his voice: "...Don't go...Brother don't go...". Ai Ziyu watched He Zhishu for a long time, and then moved very carefully to remove the sweat sticking to He Zhishu's forehead hair. He thought, I deserve it.

    In fact, there is really not much unwillingness, anger and pain. He has only some powerless jealousy. He couldn't interfere with who was hiding deep in He Zhishu's heart, and he didn't want He Zhishu to be embarrassed and painful. Ai Tzuyu didn't have any desire to ask for anything from He Zhishu, and now he has nothing to ask for. He is just afraid that He Zhishu will leave any regrets.

    Ai Ziyu got up early in the morning, so she went downstairs to soak beans and wanted to wait for He Zhishu to wake up and squeeze soy milk for him.

    Ai Tzuyu was walking in the kitchen. He stayed up all night and had nightmares when he closed his eyes. He looked at He Zhishu, who seemed to be a teenager, in a blue and white school uniform running towards him, with a deep dimple on one side of his cheek and laughed. He was clean and beautiful, and smiled and stretched out his arms to hug him into his arms, but He Zhishu ran straight past him, ran to the distant seashore, and sank into the bottom of the sea.

    In any case, it is not a good omen.

    Ai Tzuyu sighed, took out her phone and flipped through the calendar. He Zhishu's birthday is about to be celebrated in more than a week. Time flies.

    The phone rang suddenly when the phone was still in hand, Ai Ziyu took a slow look at the caller ID, it was Jiang Wenxu again.

    He has now calmed down Jiang Wenxu's mentality, and he has extra energy to take care of He Zhishu. He doesn't want to hurt people who are insignificant.

    "Is there

    anything ? Jiang Wenxu's voice is weak and hoarse: "...is there a book? "He is in the hospital now, with alcoholism and heart problems. Assistant Song did not worry and came last night and told no one to open the door. Fortunately, he has a spare key, or Jiang Wenxu would be really dangerous.

    "He is still there. " sleep. Ai Ziyu was too lazy to talk, and she answered only because she was afraid that Jiang Wenxu would fight more: "I will hang up if there is nothing wrong." "

    Jiang Wenxu really can't stand it now. He has problems with his body. When he is fragile, he wants someone to be with him. He kept thinking when he was lying on the hospital bed. He Zhishu was a hundred times more uncomfortable during chemotherapy before. Right, but he has always been just one person. How long does He Zhishu have to lie in the hospital bed to save enough energy to go home? The more he thinks about it, the sadder Jiang Wenxu even feels that he is more painful, at least he can experience the pain of He Zhishu. a part of.

    He wanted to congratulate Zhishu too much, so he couldn't see people, so he could only make a phone call. Jiang Wenxu coughed for a while before steadily speaking, "Then...Can I just listen to it? I won't bother him, I just want...just want to hear his breathing."

    Ai Tzuyu sneered, and finally found a breakthrough in the repressed bad mood from last night: "Mr. Jiang, your accent is not your usual disgusting. How about rehearsing the bitter drama with me? Huh? In the drama you directed, did I just make a stab at it? The lover? Don’t forget, you brought the lover outside to the bed by yourself. He Zhishu was also something you hadn’t wanted for a long time. Why do you feel wronged from this? You generously let the person give me a gift Bless me, I can look down on you more than I do now!" Yeah...you didn't want him first, but why do you have to leave a mark in his heart? Really... There is no fairness at all, I know the book...

    "Then I'll hang up, you take good care of him."

    Ai Ziyu wanted to throw away the phone, but still held back it, because suddenly He Zhishu's dream of last night flashed in his mind Can't help crying and yelling at the picture of Brother Jiang. Distressed is more than sad.

    He Zhishu was not awake when he went upstairs and entered the bedroom. It should be because the fever subsided too late and his body was too tired.

    Ai Tzuyu leaned over to tighten the quilt for He Zhishu, but took out the phone after hesitating. He took a photo of He Zhishu who was asleep. The light was very dark and the angle was not chosen. The result was very poor.

    He sent the photo to Jiang Wenxu, and after thinking about it, he finally backed up one for himself and put it in the album.

    In the past few days, I’ve been writing about

    it because I have never reached a consensus with the painter, so I think it’s better not to draw a human drawing. So I apologize to the friends who are looking forward to bookmarking the characters. The bookmarks may be just ordinary designs. .

    It will be more than compensated for by the content of some of the special episode

    personal blog includes four network does not publish special episode

    1 Jiangwen Xu special episode

    2 Ai Ziyu special episode

    special episode 3 Song assistant

    4 Lize Kun special episode (senior cadres attack & mb by the equivalent of an essay)

    then The gift will be thinking about it, and I will definitely compensate everyone again.

    Bowing

    personal histories are still scouring. Pre-sale on treasure

    New products from the Cultural Propaganda Studio are on the shelves.

    Thank you

    for the support of the friends who have already photographed. The babies who are still waiting can pay attention to it~ Support: () Share those who need it! Please leave a message if you can’t find the book!