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The sunny kitchen is bright, the man is humming a song, and happily stir-frying the dishes in the pot, the whole kitchen is full of joy.
He didn't know how to cook at first, but in order for the two of them to eat Chinese dishes abroad, Wen Hui, who had never picked up anything other than a paintbrush, picked up a spatula and learned a lot of dishes by heart.
Still a little unskilled, but he has worked hard.
After the dishes were cooked, Wen Hui suddenly thought of something carefully, turned his head to see that the stew pot was indeed bubbling with soup, and in a hurry, he grabbed the lid with his bare hands, and the pain quickly swept through the man's fingers.
He gritted his teeth and made the soup again, and then went to rinse the scalded area with cold water. His well-maintained fingers were flushed red and still aching.
The man didn't care, he put the dishes one by one on the plate and brought them to the room.
"Ah Qing, come to eat."
Wen Hui stepped forward and placed the meals in front of the boy one by one.
He Qing's face was pale, and he sat on the edge of the bed as if in a daze. Seeing this, Wen Hui had a trace of pity in his eyes, walked over and sat beside him, and gently leaned the young man on his body.
"Ah Qing, eat quickly, be careful not to starve your stomach."
Full of love, he carefully placed the vegetable on He Qing's lips, but the boy didn't respond, and his pale lips didn't seem to open at all.
The man was not angry, he just scooped up another spoonful of soup, blew it gently and put it against the young man's lips, "If you don't eat now, Yan Bei won't feel bad, he said you are disgusting, he doesn't like you at all. "
"Ah Qing, only I like you, you only have me."
¡¾Ding! Wen Hui's favorability: 99, yoyoyo victory is just ahead, the host continues to work hard! ¡¿
The young man trembled his eyelashes, and raised his eyes slightly to look at the man. His eyes were beautiful, always carrying a trace of innocence that fascinated Wen Hui, but at this moment, these eyes were full of emptiness.
It was obviously caused by himself, and he had expected it a long time ago, but the moment he saw the expression in his eyes clearly, Wen Hui's heart still ached.
His ribs are hurting, how could he not be hurting.
Forced to pull out a smile, the man passed the spoon to the boy's lips again, "Hurry up, you haven't eaten all day."
He Qing raised his eyes blankly, looked at the man, and turned his head away after Wen Hui was seen holding his breath nervously, "I'm not hungry."
"From last night to now, you haven't even drank a drop of water, how can you not be hungry!"
Seeing that the young man was motionless and completely unresponsive, the man realized that his tone was wrong, so he calmed down quickly, and said softly, "Ah Qing, don't make fun of your body, drink it quickly."
There was a man's urging voice next to his ears. The boy turned his head with a wooden face, his eyelashes drooped, and looked at the spoon in the man's hand, "Why do you want me to drink this bowl of soup so much?"
Wen Hui was stunned for a moment, and before he could answer, he heard the young man's hoarse voice full of numbness, "What did you put in here?"
The man's eyes were fixed, and he could hardly believe his ears. He was stunned for a while before he heard his own obscure voice asking, "Ah Qing, what are you talking about?"
"Let me ask you, what's in it." As if he didn't see the man's frozen expression, the boy repeated it calmly.
Before the man answered, he looked at the man numbly, "Don't worry, I won't run away."
So, don't bother to make me eat.
Wen Hui's hand holding the spoon was shaking, and the pain caused by the soup spilling on his red fingers was not noticeable at all.
He looked into the boy's eyes, and finally couldn't maintain the smile on the corner of his mouth, "Ah Qing, I didn't put anything, you trust me."
"If you don't eat anymore, your body will really collapse."
Regarding the man's words, the boy just glanced at him lightly, not sure whether he believed it or not, "I'm not hungry."
"How long are you going to lock me up?"
Wen Hui's hands were in constant pain. He lowered his head and packed the things on the table, "I have completed the formalities, and we will be able to go abroad soon."
"No one knows us there, we can live again, you can go to school again, and when we are old, we can adopt a few children"
His beautiful enjoyment was interrupted by the teenager, "I want to see my mother."
Wen Hui froze for a moment, and quickly comforted her, "Auntie was buried in the cemetery. If you want, Ah Qing, we can take auntie with me and choose another cemetery abroad, okay?"
"No need, just stay here."
He Qing's reaction was very flat, I don't know.??What, the more bland he is, the more uneasy Wen Hui feels. He forced a smile, "Ah Qing, the dish is hot, shall I warm it up for you?"
The boy did not respond, and Wen Hui became more and more panicked. He came out of the room, thought for a while, picked up his mobile phone and called the psychiatrist.
"What the hell, say it again!"
The friend's tone made the man feel more uneasy. He repeated his words, and there was a voice of hatred for iron and steel.
"Aren't you out of your mind? The analogy I gave you is that when he was young, he was abused by his father and formed a character of relying on others. That's why it's called Sisi Grass, but you've seen the big tree that Sisi Grass clings to die. Is it still alive by itself?"
Wen Hui was stunned for a moment, he held the phone firmly with his hand, and said in a deep voice, "But didn't he transfer this dependence to another person"
"That's relying on others, not on you, brother!" My friend was almost speechless, "He just lost a host, and he was already vulnerable, and you went to chop off another host. Are you forcing him to die? ?"
"You are equivalent to cutting off the lifelines on both sides of the shell. If the lifelines are broken, can people still live?"
"Okay, okay, I guess you're going to be crazy right away, I told you to treat you before and you died, but now it's too late to treat you, before you go crazy, let's break up our relationship, don't come to me in the future, hang up Bye."
After the psychiatrist hung up the phone neatly, the woman next to him came up with a dissatisfied expression, "Who is it?"
"A patient who is not seriously ill."
"Leave him alone, come quickly"
Throwing down the mobile phone and pressing it on the woman, the psychiatrist with no medical ethics suddenly remembered that when the poor Sissynia persica withered and died because there was no big tree, the lunatic wouldn't be even crazier?
The woman stretched out her arms and wrapped her arms around the neck of her wandering lover in dissatisfaction, "Hurry up"
"Here we come." No matter what, even if he is really crazy, it is his own fault.
***
Wen Hui could even be called panicked and opened the door, and when he saw the young man sitting upright inside, he breathed a sigh of relief.
That unscrupulous doctor must have lied to him.
Ah Qing will not be like what he said, absolutely not!
Just like what the doctor said, as time passed, the boy did not think about running away. Wen Hui fed him food, and he ate it obediently, but the boy was still like a withered flower, bit by bit Thin down.
Wen Hui didn't close him anymore, but the bedroom door was open, but the boy never took a step.
When the man reacted and went to see a doctor, almost everyone couldn't find out what the cause was, and could only watch the boy's body weaken a little bit.
¡¾The diseases produced by the system are more fun and really work. It seems that I will die soon! ¡¿He Qing enthusiastically said to the system in the consciousness space, "Do you have any other discounted products? It's best to buy a bunch of them with one point! ¡¿
[Yes, the host, look at this, he vomits 80 milliliters of blood in one minute, and this, the beautiful liquid of death, whether it is jumping off a building, drinking medicine or being stabbed to death, his face is lifelike, even more beautiful than when he was alive! ¡¿
He Qing hesitated for a moment, and asked it, ¡¾How much is it so beautiful? ¡¿
[Now discounted, only one point! ¡¿
So cheap, when did the system become so generous.
¡¾How much can I buy with one point? ¡¿
[One drop. ¡¿
He Qing squinted his eyes: [How many drops are effective? ¡¿
[One bottle. ¡¿
Sure enough, he was a scumbag, and his face hurt from lying in the warm sun. He Qing lazily turned around and lay down in a more comfortable shaded place.
Wen Hui looked at it, and the pain in his eyes deepened.
Ah Qing, are you afraid of the light now?
In the first few days, the young man became thinner and thinner, and Wen Hui began to suspect for the first time that he had done something wrong.
The young man in front of the window had a pale face and a blank expression. Wen Hui once loved his appearance the most, which could bring infinite inspiration, but now, he would rather never draw the painting that held him up.
"Ah Ching"
Carefully stretching out his hand, touching the boy's pale cheek, he didn't dodge like he used to, but let him move with an expression on his face.
Wen Hui's face was covered with stubble that had grown over the past few days, and he looked haggard, "Don't be like this, okay?"
"It was my fault, you can let me do whatever you want, don't torture yourself like this, okay?"
"Ah Ching"
He Qing looked at him numbly, and in the black pupils was the reflection of the man's face full of pain.
Well, if he doesn't die, he will have 100 favorability, and He Qing promises not to die.
¡¾But by the way, what about our Beibei? Haven't found it yet. ¡¿
¡¾coming¡¿
Almost as soon as the system's voice fell, the door was violently opened.
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"Ah Ching"
He Qing looked at him numbly, and in the black pupils was the reflection of the man's face full of pain.
Well, if he doesn't die, he will have 100 favorability, and He Qing promises not to die.
¡¾But by the way, what about our Beibei? Haven't found it yet. ¡¿
¡¾coming¡¿
Almost as soon as the system's voice fell, the door was violently opened.
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?Updated at 2018/3/23 21:00
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