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In the end, it was Zhou Jinheng who first stood up with his arms up and raised his legs to get out of bed.

Yi Hui, who was freed from the shackles, hurriedly sat up. He didn't take off his shoes. He stepped on the sheets and soiled several places during the struggle just now. He didn't care about it now. He casually tidied up his clothes and stood up to leave before he could catch his breath. A deep red blew out, and the raised footsteps stopped, but did not step out.

Auntie got off work long ago. Zhou Jinheng didn't seem to plan to go to the hospital, so he grabbed two pieces of clothes and went to the bathroom.

When he came out, his face was even paler, and when he saw Yi Hui holding the medicine box, he was stunned for a moment, and immediately opened the corner of his mouth and said, "Why are you coming back, not afraid that I will use force again?"

Yi Hui didn't speak, put down the medicine box, took out two bottles of potion and gauze from it, went around Zhou Jinheng's back, and rubbed a cotton swab with alcohol on the wound.

The few openings cut by the glass fragments no longer bleed, but they looked deep. The cotton swab was so strong that Zhou Jinheng tensed his muscles in pain, and his shoulder blades contracted inward.

He was naked, and when he lowered his head, he could see all kinds of new wounds and old wounds on his flesh, including a few places where Yi Hui helped apply the medicine several times a few days ago. green.

The apex of his heart trembled for no apparent reason. When he finished disinfecting the poison, when he unscrewed the cap of another bottle of potion, Yi Hui rubbed the back of his hand on his cheek. .

Obviously very bearable, he has never cried after suffering such a serious injury.

The lion, who had squandered his tyranny for nothing, slept until almost noon the next day and did not wake up.

Yi Hui abides by the agreement, and did not go out early today to make up for the time missed yesterday. Auntie was a little worried and asked him to knock on the door to see what was going on. Yi Hui thought of what happened last night and felt conflicted in his heart, and then thought of the shocking bloodstain. After some ideological struggle, he still accepted his fate and went upstairs to knock on the door.

After waiting at the door for a while, no one opened it, and he couldn't hear any movement inside. Yi Hui held the handle and twisted it gently, but it didn't lock.

Zhou Jinheng was still lying on the bed with his eyes closed, but his face was not as pale as yesterday. But the redness was unnatural. Yi Hui called him twice, but he didn't respond. When he stepped forward and touched it with his hand, his forehead was hot, and he really had a fever.

The aunt handed the basin full of cold water to Yi Hui, and hung a clean towel on his shoulder: "I have to watch the porridge here, please take care of Mr. Zhou."

The manuscript that Yi Hui was about to finish had already been drawn in the morning. There was nothing else to do at the moment, so he could not find a reason to shirk it, so he had to go upstairs with the basin.

Few people probably know that Zhou Jinheng sleeps very dishonestly. In the last life, the two of them shared the same bed, and when they lay down, Zhou Jinheng was still in a standard posture. He stretched out his arms and legs to look for someone before he slept for a while. Yi Hui was held in his arms several times and did not dare to move. Wish he could hold him for a while longer.

Now that he is sick, he is not honest. He tossed to and fro, frowned and gasped when he pulled the wound. The towel Yi Hui put on his forehead fell off seven or eight times within half an hour, and he was so angry that he spread the towel over his head. tied a knot.

This time, he couldn't fall off. Yi Hui stood up and wanted to go out to get some air. Just as his butt was off the stool, the person who was still asleep on the bed grabbed his hand. Coincidentally, it happened to be the spot where he was pinched red yesterday. Yi Hui was shocked. , was about to pull out his hand when he heard a series of low voices.

"Huihui, don't go, don't go..." Zhou Jinheng frowned, sweat dripping from his forehead, as if he had a terrible dream, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it's all my fault, you don't go...don't go, OK?"

After all, he was young, and after taking medicine and physical cooling, Zhou Jinheng woke up in the middle of the afternoon.

When I sat up, I undid the towel tied to my head. When I went downstairs, I smelled the aroma of food. My aunt raised her voice and said, "I'm finally awake, come and eat."

Zhou Jinheng was alone at the dining table. After taking a mouthful of porridge, he raised his head and asked, "Where's him?"

"Ask Mr. Yi?" Auntie is still used to calling Yi Hui that way. "He's going out, it's just been less than an hour."

Seeing that Zhou Jinheng had a hint of disappointment on his face, the aunt said again: "I must have bought you something delicious. At noon, you burned so badly, and he worked so hard to put a towel on your forehead, otherwise the temperature would not drop. So fast."

Thinking of the simple and rude towel stuck on his forehead, Zhou Jinheng smirked, wondering if he felt responsible, the little fool would not stay to take care of him.

He should have known since he asked Yi Hui to give him medicine, those seemingly softening actions were all illusions, and the hatred and resistance last night were the real reactions.

If frankly everything in his previous life was a dangerous move he took, now he will get the worst result.

But Zhou Jinheng doesn't regret it. Rather than deliberately keeping his distance because Yi Hui doesn't like it, he would rather be slapped a few times in such a touch and test. It would be better if he could get hurt a little bit. At least stay like this to take care of him.

Earlier, an entertainment reporter made up a press release saying that he deliberately injured himself during filming and attempted to use self-harm to gain attention. At that time, he dismissed it, but now he is using this method to attract Yi Hui's attention in a grand manner. Zhou Jinheng felt that he was doing everything possible may be really crazy.

But there was a reason for the out-of-control incident last night, and it was not what he wanted.

After drinking the porridge, received a call from sister Zhou Jinyue and asked him to go out for dinner. Thinking that hadn't seen each other for a long time, and that sister would go back to study abroad in a while, Zhou Jinheng agreed and changed clothes and went out after a short rest.

The back injury still hurts. Before getting out of the car, Zhou Jinheng took a few deep breaths in the driver's seat and returned to normal before picking up the paper bag and opening the door.

Zhou Jinyue likes sweets, so he bought two copies on the way, and kept the one in the car to bring back to Yi Hui.

I thought it was dinner with my sister, but was led to the designated seat by the waiter, and found that Fang Youqing was also at the table.

After saying hello, Zhou Jinheng put the things down and watched Zhou Jinyue take out the beautifully packaged desserts from the paper bag, Fang Youqing said with a smile: "I thought you were talking about the change in taste, but I didn't expect it to change."

Zhou Jinyue didn't know what was going on, thinking that the two of them were about to reconcile, and said, "My brother is uncertain, he will change everywhere, that is, his heart for you will never change."

Due to the presence of others, Zhou Jinheng did not immediately refute. When the dishes were served, Fang Youqing took advantage of the distance to add vegetables to his bowl over and over again. Zhou Jinheng couldn't help but covered the bowl with his hands and said, "I'll do it myself."

Fang Youqing, in order to hide his embarrassment, put down his chopsticks and turned to take a spoon to dig out the dessert on the side: "I'll also come and taste how delicious it is." Taking a sip of the cream, he praised, "It's really fragrant...but it's flashy. , will you get tired of eating too much? Or our Chinese food is spicy and fragrant."

Zhou Jinheng noticed that there was something in his words, and when Zhou Jinyue went to the bathroom, he said frankly and honestly, "No matter what the purpose of the voice was sent to me yesterday, I think my meaning has been expressed clearly enough, Yueyue is still young and has nothing to do with it. You know, let's just be friends."

The first time he heard Zhou Jinheng speak to him in a warning tone, Fang Youqing was slightly taken aback, and then smiled again: "What purpose can I have? I'm afraid you will be deceived, so I will remind you."

Zhou Jinheng said lightly: "Don't bother you, I have my own affairs in mind."

"Didn't you say you can't forget him? Now this..."

Thinking of watching the man get off the co-pilot of Zhou Jinheng's car that day upstairs in the Artists Association, Fang Youqing clenched his fists subconsciously. It's embarrassing enough to lose to a fool, and now there is a substitute, how can he be reconciled.

"Now this is true love, the kind that will last a lifetime." Zhou Jinheng said, "Even if he says he doesn't love me."

Fang Youqing looked at him, trying to find the element of anger from his expression, but if he has mood swings, it means that he still has feelings for himself. Nai He couldn't find it at all, he said it so easily and frankly, as if it was a matter of course, and there was nothing to question.

Halfway through eating, Zhou Jinheng got up to leave, and said to Zhou Jinyue, "Your sister-in-law is still waiting for me at home."

Zhou Jinyue blinked blankly, glanced at Fang Youqing, and then looked at Zhou Jinheng: "Sister-in-law? Which sister-in-law?"

Zhou Jinheng rubbed her head with a smile: "Which sister-in-law can you have? The little girl has such a poor memory at such a young age, so that sister-in-law has never been changed."

When he turned around, Fang Youqing said behind his back, "You are right, it's over when it's over, and no apology or compensation can make up for the lost time."

Zhou Jinheng froze in place, then turned his head and said, "If you can make up a little bit, there will always be a way."

Looking at his distant back, Fang Youqing fiddled with the knife and fork on the table and muttered to himself, "Yes, there is always a way."

(Down)

Back in the car, Zhou Jinheng glanced at the paper bag placed in the co-pilot, thinking of taking this back, Yi Hui might not even look at it, the belated weight spread over his heart, filling every empty corner.

For a year, he has been by the little fool in various ways. Looking back, he has done everything he can and cannot do, but not a single thing has entered the little fool's heart, and he has not been able to move him a little bit.

Thinking of those unwavering eyes and the cold sentence "I don't love him", the pent-up anxiety started to make trouble again.

Zhou Jinheng called Yang Chengxuan.

It was just dawn over Yang Chengxuan's side, and he angrily scolded him for disturbing people's dreams. Zhou Jinheng ignored it and asked directly, "For someone who has already died once, how should compensation be made in order to be forgiven?"

Yang Chengxuan scolded a few more words, and yawned when he was tired: "You won't run into something evil again, will you?"

Zhou Jinheng: "Answer the question."

Yang Chengxuan just woke up, his mind is not clear, he said nonsense: "You also die once?"

Zhou Jinheng: "I can't die, I want to guard him."

"Why do you give me problems all day long? I've never experienced this kind of thing before, so how can I help you out?" Yang Chengxuan scratched his hair and turned over on the bed, "Well, don't you want to make amends? Give him everything that you couldn't give him before, or why you were sorry for others before, and use his own way to give him back. They say that it is simple and rude, and it will see miraculous results. "

It was night, and Yi Hui saw off his aunt. He stood at the gate of the courtyard and looked at the end of the road. No one was there, and there was no movement of a car coming. He went back into the house and went to the kitchen to sort out the refrigerator again.

When came back in the evening, bought some fruit. My aunt said that it is best to keep it fresh at 0 degrees. Mr. Zhou can eat it when he comes back. He said that he didn’t buy it for him, and the aunt laughed at him.

Even if part of it was really bought for Zhou Jinheng, it was only because he injured him and apologized for the fruit.

Thinking like this, Yi Hui took a mango and prepared to eat it by himself. After washing it, he couldn't find a fruit knife anywhere. He remembered that his aunt took it upstairs to use it when cleaning the bathroom at night. Maybe he forgot to take it back. He went to the bathroom upstairs to find the knife. I didn't find it, and unexpectedly saw a pair of cartoon electric toothbrushes on the sink.

One with a naive Doraemon printed on it, and another with a grinning Nobita, Doraemon's one is still covered with a lid, and Nobita's one is not, obviously it has been used today.

Yi Hui considers himself a guest of this house and never uses the upstairs bathroom. After he came out, he closed the door and passed the room on the south side that used to be a guest room. He saw the vertical drawing boards and neatly stacked drawings, and almost walked in on impulse.

Still holding back, Yi Hui told himself not to act rashly, these did not belong to him. Passing by the master bedroom with the door wide open, he caught a glimpse of the fireworks picture hanging on the bedside.

The first time he applied medicine to Zhou Jinheng, he saw this painting. Therefore, he did not admit that it was shaken, at most he had a slight feeling.

But more important than this vague feeling is freedom. He secretly made up his mind that as long as he continued to turn a blind eye and survived this period of time, he would be able to retreat and return to a peaceful life.

The mango was eaten by chewing in the end. Yi Hui didn't dare to use a kitchen knife. He peeled the skin and bit the flesh. He ate it carefully, but he still touched a few drops of juice on his neckline.

When was rubbing in front of the mirror, saw the red marks on collarbone that had not subsided across the neckline. also rubbed it with water. thought that the guy's strength was still as strong as ever, his hands were strong and his mouth was strong. Maybe he was beaten. Deliberately releasing water in order to make him feel guilty.

I have to say that this trick works very well. When Yi Hui heard the door slam, Yi Hui didn't jump back to the room as quickly as before, but took the medicine box and waited in the living room.

When Zhou Jinheng came in, he was holding a cigarette. He was stunned when he saw Yi Hui, then he pinched the cigarette and threw it out of the door. Before entering the house, he picked up the perfume from the entrance and sprayed it on his body.

Yi Hui couldn't remember when he didn't let him smoke, he only remembered that Zhou Jinheng was not addicted to smoking.

However, he is not addicted to alcohol either, and he was not as drunk every day as he was some time ago. Yi Hui didn't want to think about it, and took the potion and cotton swab, intending to tell Zhou Jinheng - it's ready, you can start at any time.

Perhaps because Yi Hui was in a hurry, Zhou Jinheng didn't go to take a bath first, but went to the kitchen to boil a pot of water, and when he came back, he took off his upper clothes and carried Yi Hui's medicine on his back.

Yi Hui is not at all worried about him doing what he did yesterday. He looked very calm, and the wound was split open. The core position of the back was easily affected by various joints in the body. If he was not careful, the skin would rip and the flesh would rip. It hurts to look at, and he definitely doesn't want to move.

Going over the straight and broad shoulders and going down the thin waistline, Yi Hui first wiped away the blood around the wound with alcohol, and helped him to wipe off the bruises that had not been removed when he applied the medicine.

The skin touched by the fingertips was slightly higher, so there should be no fever. After wiping the bottle cap, Yi Hui put the antipyretic medicine he took out into the medicine box. Zhou Jinheng suddenly tilted his head and asked, "Isn't it ugly?"

Yi Hui didn't know what he wanted to do. After thinking about it, he said, "Your fans can't see this."

Zhou Jinheng turned around, revealing the long scars on his face without makeup: "What about here?"

Yi Hui wasn't sure if he did it on purpose, he just didn't want to see the scar.

The scar appeared like a crack on the surface of smooth porcelain. Even if it was not obvious to passers-by and felt that it could be repaired, it would not affect its perfection.

The Zhou Jinheng he knew should be perfect, he shouldn't stare at himself with bloodshot wounded eyes with such a scar.

"Real fans won't mind." He said the exact opposite, Yi Hui lowered his eyes and said, "You don't have to worry about my sister."

It sounds like consolation, but it has almost no consolation effect. Zhou Jinheng smiled and said, "Yeah, she burned those things... they burned them all."

For some reason, he looked calm and calm on the surface, but Yi Hui noticed that there was a vague sense of coldness and danger emanating from him.

"What about you?" Zhou Jinheng asked again, "What should I do to forgive me?"

It's still coming. Yi Hui took a breath, and his eyes were still unfocused in the air: "I said, I'm not him, you shouldn't tell me this."

As long as he kills him and refuses to recognize him, Zhou Jinheng will have nothing to do with him—he knew this from the beginning, but now he just takes it out and uses it to build up defenses and repel the enemy who is trying to invade.

He heard Zhou Jinheng chuckle and said, "I see."

The sound of footsteps sounded, and Yi Hui raised his head ignorantly, looking at the tall, tall figure who was heading towards the kitchen.

Zhou Jinheng came out with a pot of water that had just boiled, filled the teacup on the table, and the water overflowed a little on the table.

He said, "I treated him badly before, bullied him, hurt him. Now that he is sober, he must hate me."

After Yi Hui finished packing the medicine box, he wanted to hurry back upstairs, and wanted to close the door without listening or looking, but subconsciously he wanted to shake his head and say no, and his eyes were fixed on the glass of water.

What was Yi Hui thinking when he held the cup and didn't let go?

Thinking - I love him, I want him to be happy, if my pain can be exchanged for his happiness, I will do it a few more times.

What a lunatic, hopelessly lunatic.

The current Zhou Jinheng is similar, the corner of his mouth is smiling, his eyes are burning with flames, like a person trapped at the bottom of a cliff seeing the light above his head, and a person who is at the end of the road gains hard-won hope.

But the whole person is still trapped in the endless night, gloomy and depressed, and the wood is dead.

"The palms and backs are full of meat..." Zhou Jinheng whispered to himself, picking up the steaming kettle, "Let's go together then."

He was unprepared for what was going to happen next. However, he was not afraid at all, the boiling water poured out along the mouth of the pot, and in the steaming mist he spread out his palms, waiting for the retribution that finally came.

Waiting to share the pain his little fool has endured.

If it doesn't hurt so much, come back soon.