chapter110
Zong Zi accompanied Tan Jinxue every day. He talked a lot, and although he didn't get a response, he enjoyed it.
He seldom dreams these days, unlike in the past when he always woke up in the middle of the night.
Tan Jinxue's body was unexpectedly soft, and the silk pajamas were smooth and slightly cool, and it felt great to hold. Zong Zi likes to wrap his body sideways around his waist, and every night before going to sleep, he nibbles a few bites on his delicate collarbone and beautifully lined jaw, so that he can sleep contentedly all night.
If Tan Jinxue hadn't been weakening day by day, such days could almost be called good.
The day of farewell seemed to be getting closer and closer. In just a few days, Zong Zi cooked a perfect omelet rice, waiting for Tan Jinxue to present the treasure to him as soon as he opened his eyes.
As long as he can still hear his own words and see his own face, he is sure to make Tan Jinxue smile at him again.
Thinking about it day and night, this is the only thing Zong Zi hopes for right now.
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The old dormitory downstairs of the printing factory. A man stamped out a cigarette butt, squinting his eyes to watch the tall and thin young man come out of the corridor and walk towards the convenience store outside the community. He got up and entered the corridor.
The man is He Hua.
He walked up to the fifth floor, took out the key, and opened the door smoothly.
The old apartment is very quiet, the living room and the study seem to be in order, and there are almost no traces of life. He Hua frowned, he walked slowly towards the bedroom, and stretched out his hand to open the door.
It's like trying to open a reality that I dare not face.
The scene in the bedroom is very different from the other two rooms. Thin blankets that were not folded were stacked on the chair that was originally used for a temporary rest, and a stack of design drafts was placed on the low table beside it.
It seems that Zong Zi has been staying here during this time, whether he is working or resting.
He Hua's gaze finally landed on the bed.
The man's face was pale, but he was rare and quiet, without frowning. He was wearing comfortable pajamas, and the quilt was carefully covered to his shoulders. The black shattered hair grew a little longer, but it was not messy. Instead, it added a little softness to his previous strength.
He Hua's steady breathing finally revealed its confusion.
He walked forward slowly, his fingers trembling, hanging in the air in front of the forehead, before finally falling back to his side, clenched into fists.
He Hua frowned when he saw the iron ring welded to the wall.
Nearly half an hour has passed since he entered the room, but Tan Jinxue's state is quieter than sleeping, so quiet that it is frightening.
This coma is too abnormal.
The last time I talked to Tan Jinxue, the man revealed his imprisonment, but he told him verbally that he would come back a month later.
He Hua didn't expect that in just one month, he would become like this.
With a tense expression on his face, He Hua dialed the phone.
"Come on, the patient is not in good condition and needs a stretcher."
A minute later, well-equipped medical staff entered the room, and after a preliminary examination of Tan Jinxue, the doctor in charge looked ugly and signaled several people to place the patient on an emergency stretcher and carry him out of the small apartment.
"His condition deteriorated too quickly. He has no basic reaction now." The doctor said to He Hua: "Even if he is admitted to the hospital now, it is likely that he will not be able to delay for too long."
With fingernails inserted into the palm, He Hua's face was still calm.
"I see. Please make sure you ease his pain."
He spoke solemnly, and the doctor only nodded. Although the current body may not even understand what "pain" is.
He Hua walked out of the apartment behind everyone and locked the door again.
Going out of the corridor, the blazing sun was so dazzling that he had the urge to cry for a moment. He Hua narrowed his eyes, adapting to the shining white sunlight, a shadow fell on his face.
Zong Zi stood opposite him, holding a bag of fresh vegetables in his hand.
He looked at He Hua expressionlessly.
"Where are you taking him?"
He Hua sneered, and his words were sharp: "Hospital. Designer Zong was illegally imprisoned. We will settle this matter later. You can just watch him die, but Cheng Ze can't, and neither can I."
The youth's chocolate-colored pupils were full of malice, "He's mine."
He said slowly, "He doesn't belong to Chengze," Zong Zi paused, and the corners of his lips curled up, "It doesn't even belong to you."
He Hua looked at the plastic bag with the convenience store logo in his hand mockingly, "He is terminally ill, and he is in pain every day. Is this how you take care of him?"
Zong Zi frowned, "What terminal illness. He will wake up." He raised his chin at He Hua, and said coldly, "This is between me and him, and has nothing to do with you."
He Hua frowned, looked at Zong Zi for two seconds, and then spit out three words: "You are crazy."
He is really crazy.
Take it for granted, denying all the facts.
He Huagang and Dr. Chen got through the air. It was Zong Zi who called the doctor here a few days ago. The other party should have already confirmed Tan Jinxue's physical condition.
People like Zong Zi would hold unrealistic hopes and deceive themselves and others.
Zong Zi just said indifferently: "Secretary He, he won't like you Chao Yue either."
Sure enough, the legendary genius designer who is ignorant of the world and pure and crazy is just an appearance. How could such a keen person have no chest?
He Hua suddenly wanted to sigh.
Tan Jinxue, ah, Tan Jinxue, if you knew that the cat you've loved for so long is not simply a sharp tooth and claw, but a real ferocious tiger and leopard, how would you feel in your heart?
He Hua gave Zong Zi a cold look, and walked straight past him.
Zong Zi watched the ambulance honked and drove away at the entrance of the community, and then slowly walked into the corridor.
He bought fresh greens and mushrooms and went upstairs into the kitchen.
Tan Jinxue used to cook porridge in an old pressure cooker. Although the posture is particularly scary when the air is sprayed, the porridge is cooked quickly and well. Can't help but want to drink a few more sips.
Zong Zi didn't know how to deal with those complicated ingredients, so he only chopped green vegetables and shiitake mushrooms, waited for the porridge to come out of the pressure cooker, added it, and put it in the casserole for a while, the fragrance of the rice porridge blended with the vegetables and mushrooms Taste, thick and glutinous, moderately salty.
He ate a spoonful with satisfaction and put the porridge into the thermos.
Tan Jinxue, who had lost his chewing reaction, relied entirely on the infusion of nutrient solution to maintain his life, but Zong Zi still persevered, as if the aroma of the food could really wake him up from his coma.
Hospital intensive care unit.
Zong Zi looked at the two people guarding the door with a half-smile, "Is He Hua doing anything for you?"
Ten minutes later, when He Hua got the news and rushed over, he saw the young man with a few bruises on his cheeks, sitting on a bench in the hospital corridor with some panting, and tightly protecting an insulated bucket in his hand.
He Hua let out a breath of gloom, but his face was still as calm as water.
"Let Mr. Zong go in."
Zong Zi entered the ward with his incubator in his arms. He Hua narrowed his eyes outside the glass door.
Tan Jinxue was trapped in the snow-white hospital bed, looking even thinner. Zong Zi leaned over, his breath blowing on Tan Jinxue's face, he saw his eyelashes trembling slightly, he had the hallucination of waking up almost instantly.
The heart stalled, and after a few seconds, it returned to normal beating in disappointment.
Zong Zi whispered, "I can't beat them." There was a bit of grievance in his voice like a puppy, as if he was complaining, "They broke my hand and my face turned blue. I can't even draw the manuscript La!"
He didn't feel ashamed at all to sue Tan Jinxue who was in a coma.
His response was still silence.
Zong Zi reached out and fiddled with the broken hair on Tan Jinxue's forehead, Xu Xu said: "I'm in such pain, are you still awake?"
His fingers slid across Tan Jinxue's eyes.
"Just take it as me begging you, can't you?"
He was used to talking to himself like this, and he didn't expect anything. After speaking, he stood up and opened the thermos on the side.
The aroma is still there.
But the porridge was already cold.
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Talk about the third day of Jinxue's imprisonment.
As the sky was getting brighter, the person on the bed opened his eyes, but there was no sleepiness in the black pupils.
Zong Zi walked in from the door, holding a plate of porridge and side dishes. He is very self-aware, recently bought ready-made food from outside.
Last time, the raw porridge made his stomach ache for a whole day, and he even received an injection, which made Zongzi fully understand a truth—even if he was trapped by himself, Tan Jinxue could still easily give him an unforgettable memory. lesson.
"Breakfast," he said in a cheerful voice.
Tan Jinxue took the plate from Zong Zi, but still didn't say a word. Zong Zi sat on a chair beside him, propping his chin to watch him eat breakfast gracefully.
No matter what the situation, what mood, he can be so calm and pleasing to the eye.
It's like wearing a delicate and gorgeous fake face.
shred it...
This idea has been dormant in my heart for a long time, but it suddenly arises, and I can't get rid of it.
Zong Zi subconsciously licked his lips.
The morning sun was so vigorous that it sprinkled the man's face like pieces of gold. His eyelashes are very long, like a small fan, and when he looks down, he casts a little nice shadow on both sides of his nose.
Tan Jinxue finished her porridge, took a few mouthfuls of side dishes, then put the tray on the bedside table, stood up and changed her clothes with her back to Zong Zi. He was wearing a silk nightgown at the moment, the smooth material rubbed against his delicate white skin without the slightest sound.
Zong Zi's pupils shrank.
He has lost a lot of weight recently.
Even looking from behind, the shoulders are much thinner.
He bent down slightly, picked up a cotton T-shirt at home, and put it on. The shoulder blades are like swans about to flap their wings.
Zong Zi's mouth suddenly became dry.