MTL - The Decade of Deep Love-Chapter 41

Chapter 41

He knows that he is lying on the ground, and his blood has penetrated his chest. The pain that can force people to suffocate in the past, the rest is better than any previous calm.

He fixed the ring of the ring finger of the right hand ring. He wore a ring for more than ten years, and Capricorn had been tens of thousands of times. It turned into a rope and firmly held his own infatuation.

I don't know, my most precious things are cheap and humble in the eyes of others. The cruel facts are in front of you, telling yourself clearly—your persistence is a joke.

He knows that the ring has faded a little bit, and it takes too long to wear it. It is difficult and painful to pick it up. But the last ring that can be left is nothing but a white and shallow trace.

He closed his eyes and left the ring far away, except for the soft sound of the floor that jumped into the bottom of the sofa and left nothing.

He knows that he has been lying on the ground for a long time before he gets up, wash his face, clean his clothes, and cook for the kittens. He felt that he might be really numb, and the puppets were holding needlework and sewing the broken heart. In the new three years and the old three years, nothing more than this.

When Jiang Wenxu went home, He Zhishu was reading a book in the living room. He didn't hear the movement at the door. He just looked at the book with a smile of satisfaction.

"Small book." Jiang Wenxu was fainted by the smile, and the re-export was like a deep affection that had been contained for more than a decade.

He said: "I am back." The tired child finally came home, and the rest was only afraid of snoring.

He Zhishu gently put down the simple poetry collection and looked up at the man who stood at the entrance without moving his steps. Jiang Wenxu still holds a large bouquet of stars in his hands, his eyes are deep and affectionate.

He knows a smile: "Send me?" He stood up to pick up the flowers, and Jiang Wenxu took a kiss on his cheek: "Of course, I will send you. The old section of Jasmine has not yet opened, I am waiting for you." ”

He Zhishu was undecided. He took the bouquet, but couldn't find the vase. After the reaction, the vase had already been broken.

Jiang Wenxu looked at He Zhishu's silly look with a big bouquet of flowers, and felt very fond of it. He even began to feel that he was somewhat distressed by the way he looked at him.

"You should throw one side first. When I help you make dried flowers, it is easy to save." Jiang Wenxu smiled and looked at him: "Don't eat? I bought food back."

This will only be at 6 o'clock in the afternoon, when He Zhishu himself does not eat so early. Even when you don't eat it, there is a lot of it. The most full is the medicine.

He knows that standing outside the kitchen door and looking at Jiang Wenxu's cooking, the same look of the child, from time to time to open: "Let's put salt... Don't put vinegar... Fish don't put coriander, stupid...".

The result was that the salt was put a lot, and the hand shook and poured a lot of vinegar, and the parsley was thrown in.

"Everyone blames you for disturbing the military heart." Jiang Wenxu smiled and pinched the cheek of He Zhishu, and then was hurt by the thin touch of his hand.

He knows that he turned and waited, but he didn't want to eat anything tonight.

When I was eating, I had three dishes and one soup. The first dish that I made under the "Guidance" of He Zhishu did not move the chopsticks. It was also when Jiang Wenxu found out that the ring on the hand of He Zhishu was gone.

"What about your ring?"

"My ring... Where is it?" He Zhishu learned the tone of Jiang Wenxu's answer at that time and laughed.

Jiang Wenxu’s face changed, but it quickly softened. He looked at the shallow print on He Zhishu’s finger and said: “Small book, don’t make trouble, wear it first, wait for New Year’s Day, I will take you there. Pick a new one."

He Zhishu put down the chopsticks and slowly said: "What have I lost, how can I wear it again?"

Jiang Wenxu made a sudden attack and began to feel that He Zhishu’s work tonight made him worry. However, Jiang Wenxu did not dare to ask, he was afraid that one more sentence would make He Zhishu outbreak. He never felt so clear that He Zhishu had a lot of grievances that had never been vented.

He Zhishu refused to eat, and Jiang Wenxu had no appetite.

Jiang Wenxu sat and walked away. He watched He Zhishu to clean up the bowl, watched He Zhishu feeding the cat, and saw He Zhishu sitting down from the sofa and reading carefully. After knowing that Jiang Wenxu knew it, he had already missed it for a long time.

Neither of them knew how long they had been sitting, until He Zhishu entered the bathroom of the room. Jiang Wenxu reacted. He didn't dare to press the book and go back to sleep. He could only hold the pillow to pick up the room.

When He Zhishu came out, he looked at the man who had already occupied the place and frowned. He did not appreciate the shamelessness of a person.

In Jiang Wenxu's view, the appearance of He Zhishu is so good that it comes out of the bathroom, the hair is still dripping with water, and the face is steamed with pink. His face was small and white, and his frowning did not have much deterrent.

Jiang Wenxu went out to take a shower and did not give him a chance to hurry.

He knows that he has lie down and turned his hand off the light.

He didn't fall asleep, and Jiang Wenxu was still very clear when he was lying around. He felt the man hugged from behind, kissed and kissed from his back neck, and his voice was low and hoarse: "Knowing a book, a small book...".

He Zhishu did not know whether it was true or false to indulge, but just thought that Jiang Wenxu had only held others last night, but now he is disgusting in his own bed.

He knows that he earned: "I am sleepy."

Jiang Wenxu’s hand was drilled under the pajamas of He Zhishu, and he touched it from the side waist: “Just once.”

He Zhishu gently gasped, whispered: "Not allowed at one time."

Jiang Wenxu smiled and bit the neck of He Zhishu, his voice was vague: "I promise to be gentle."

Indeed, no one can refuse when Jiang Wenxu was completely gentle. He patiently and cautiously kissed the chest of He Zhishu, and once again used the mouth to give the following people a first time. He was confused in the ear of He Zhishu, gentle and low: "I will not let you hurt in the future." ""

He Zhishu turned his head and closed his eyes, and I will never need you anymore.

When Jiang Wenxu entered, He Zhishu vomited and vomited a vibrato. Jiang Wenxu stopped immediately. He wanted to turn on the lights and was stopped.

Jiang Wenxu kissed the cheek of He Zhishu, and the corners of the forbearance were wet: "Is it painful?"

He Zhishu shook his head: "No...nothing..."

Jiang Wenxu clasped the fingers of He Zhishu and slowly and completely with him, but the emptiness and faint hunch in his heart still existed.

Jiang Wenxu moved to kiss the face of the book, a close kiss, he said: "You don't leave me."

He Zhishu did not answer.