MTL - The Decade of Deep Love-Chapter 51

Chapter 51

Ai Ziyu is very good to He Zhishu, no worse than Jiang Wenxu of the year, and he does not hide his affection and love.

He gave fireworks to the children who bought the gifts of He Zhishu, painted the drawings and bought materials for the cats of He Zhishu to do the cat climbing frame, and hand-opened a small garden for the flowers of He Zhishu.

Ai Ziyu is not in vain. He has successfully occupied the bed of the other half of He Zhishu. Although the pillow quilt still comes with it, the gap between the two can be raced.

Ai Ziyu gently pushed the door open, and the bedroom had a small group of warm orange lights. He walked over and He Zhishu was leaning on the bed to read the book.

"What are you looking at?" Ai Ziyu sat on the side of the bed and turned his head to He Zhishu.

He Zhishu smiled and tilted the page like Ai Ziyu: "Shen Fu's "Six Life"."

Ai Ziyu leaned closer to He Zhishu and leaned his head on the shoulder of He Zhishu. The voice was light and awkward: "I had a nightmare last night."

"No wonder you were woken up last night, you are crying in your dreams." He Zhishu did not push Ai Ziyu.

Ai Ziyu groaned: "I am very unprofessional?" He did not want to say that he actually dreamed of He Zhishu, a little away from him, changed so far away, and finally became a cloud of the sky.

He knows that the book is closed, but still relieved: "Dream and facts are the opposite."

Ai Ziyu said: "I know the book, I contacted the classmates in Shanghai, you go to cure, okay?"

In the He Zhishu's view, Ai Ziyu's topic has changed abruptly, but I don't know that those are just paving the way.

He Zhishu’s tone is cold: “I don’t want to rule.”

Ai Ziyu looked up into the eyes of He Zhishu: "Don't go too far with your body!"

"You are a doctor. If you are not cured, do you have a lot of heart?" He Zhishu refused to look at Ai Ziyu and turned his head slightly.

"It is not certain that it will not be cured..." Ai Ziyu’s heart hurts, and even the words are unclear.

He knows his fingers and gently rubs his face from the face of Ai Ziyu. His eyes are gentle: "If you really hurt me, don't force me. Chemotherapy is very painful, the drugs are corrosive, from The blood vessels bite and start to hurt, and the side effects are a lot. The bone marrow puncture is also painful, and hemodialysis is very difficult. You really want me to have a bad time in the last days, and I have to be tortured by the hospital before I die."

Ai Ziyu doesn't know, but just knowing the feeling is far less than a clear word from the people who care about it. He seems to be only the language of the late, painful heartbreaking, painful blood. But these are incomparable with the He Zhishu, and the needles are not tied to them and they don’t know how much pain they have.

"Ill be cured... it is also very difficult." Ai Ziyu clenched his teeth and shook his head, and he was forbearing tears.

"When you accompanied me to climb the mountain, when the two dogs accompanied me to walk in the West Lake, when the kitten was snoring in my arms, I was not uncomfortable." He Zhishu's Songsong embraced Ai Ziyu : "You will let me finally."

"No..." Ai Ziyu collapsed into a military.

"Can you force me to go to the hospital, can force me to chemotherapy? Can you force me to take medicine? Can you watch me not pull out the tube? You have to watch me not to die?" This is a bit heavy, it is not like a normal The word that the book can spit out. Injury.

He Zhishu’s life has only been two years of sexuality. For the first time, his parents lost their parents and they gave up their own way for the second time.

"I love you." Ai Ziyu buried his head in the neck of He Zhishu.

He knows that there is a warm liquid burning on the skin of the neck, and it hurts with his own heart.

"If there is a next life, I am a girl, I must only wait for you." He Zhishu began to swear.

Ai Ziyu does not look up, but the small animal is screaming and gasping, weak and weak: "You are a man, I want it."

He Zhishu sighed: "Two men are together, too bitter."

Ai Ziyu puts He Zhishu into his arms and lies in bed: "I will give you a wife in the next life, and I will give you housework and children." He closed the lights and let his tears flow. His heart was clearly lost.

He Zhishu, Ai Ziyu, stayed for one night.

The next day, Ai Ziyu started early. He looked at He Zhishu’s thin face, his heart was stagnation, and he fled in a hurry. For the first time in his life, he hated his incompetence.

Ai Ziyu sat in the living room and didn't know where the thoughts drifted. I wanted to bring him to know where to play, and how to make him... happy in the last days. Ai Ziyu squinted her head on the sofa and felt distressed.

Suddenly there was a sound at the door, an impatience and impatience, and Ai Ziyu got up and went to see it, just to see Ai Ziqian open the door and come in.

Ai Ziqian wears a black commercial black suit, and the hair is meticulously combed back by the hairspray. The flat glasses with the fine gold wire frame on the nose of the nose reflect the cold light. The man's thin lips licked a very cold curvature, which turned out to be an ordinary expression.

"Brother? How come you? I don't call you to pick you up." Ai Ziyu sneaked in, but he was slap in the face.

"Do you have a good nightmare?" Ai Ziqian still seems to be uneasy. When he hurts his brother, he is really a baby. He is angry and like Ai Ziyu and his father. Then he lifted his legs and rubbed his feet.

Ai Ziyu stunned, don't talk about resistance, no hiding: "Brother, what happened to me?"

"Who did you take that person a few days ago?" Ai Ziqian said coldly.

Ai Ziyu doesn't know what's wrong. His brother knows what he did, and he has always been sheltered: "I like people."

"Would I like to praise you? Your eyes are so good! Life has hooked Jiang Wenxu's heart and meat! Can't find you, the man is biting me like a mad dog. Do you know how much I lost in these two days? ?!"

Ai Ziyu finally got angry: "You **** and I said that Jiang Wenxu is looking for lovers to play everywhere. I think he is touching porcelain and you are on!"

Ai Ziqian's character is stronger than Ai Ziyu, and the voice suddenly pulls out a degree: "What do you say, what do you believe? How long have I been working with him? Where do I know that his family's personal treasure is like an eyeball?! You are a ruined thing, I just used you!"

Ai Ziyu frowned: "You are a little bit, he sleeps badly and will be woken up."

Ai Ziqian was fueled by fire: "You play and play, I am not covering you? But you can't find a simple background to play. You can't find a clean one. You have to follow others." Years, it’s your turn to be played loose!"

Ai Ziyu's eyes violently red blood, and he gave him a punch without warning.