Same Bed Different Dreams

Knowing that he was suffering from depression, Zhou Jingci felt much more at ease.

It seems that the abnormal entanglement, pain, and struggle these days are all due to the disease.

The unexplainable emotions finally had an outlet, and the unspeakable fear and hatred were all explained.

This recognition made Zhou Jingci gradually feel better.

Wei Xiao went to the company early in the morning these days.Before leaving, he kissed Zhou Jingci's forehead and put the medicine on the bedside table.

Zhou Jingci woke up after nine o'clock.

After taking the medicine, Zhou Jingci felt faintly nauseated in his stomach all the time. At noon, he finally couldn't hold on, and lay down in front of the pool and vomited faintly.

Until nothing could be vomited out of the stomach, the stomach kept contracting and squeezing, causing Zhou Jingci to retch.

After finally getting through this period, he washed his face, stared blankly at himself in the mirror, and thought silently, this disease is really suffering.

These months of torture have made him almost forget what a normal person is like.

He couldn't remember the taste of delicious food, and he couldn't think of any reason to be happy, as if all the positive senses in his body had been shut off, leaving only endless torture.

But does he really want to go on like this forever?

Endless chaos, endless self-pity.

He was not such a person.

He should have had a happier life.

He and Wei Xiao have been together for so many years. Together they went from being poor to being worth tens of billions of dollars, from being understood by no one to now being open to each other. They have gone through countless ups and downs, and experienced so many setbacks and sufferings. Should have a better future.

Zhou Jingci took two deep breaths and took out the old photo album.

Just like telling Wei Xiao their previous stories a few months ago, Zhou Jingci slowly flipped through the photos one after another, recalling every moment of joy in detail.

There is a story hidden in every photo, and every story, Zhou Jingci is like a treasure.

He waded through the river of time and told every story.However, this time it was for myself.

Zhou Jingci seems to have passed through 20 long years, clearing away layers of fog.

He thought that Wei Xiao loved him.

All morning, Wei Xiao was extremely busy.The backlog of work had to be dealt with, and he wanted to go home quickly.

He was worried that Zhou Jingci would be alone at home for too long, and he was afraid that Zhou Jingci would do something stupid.

After ten o'clock, Wei Xiao received a call from Wu Yi, saying that his grandfather was ill and he was very scared.

Wei Xiao frowned displeased.While quickly browsing through the documents sent by his colleagues, he listened to Wu Yi's sobs.

He had told Wu Yi earlier that he had recovered his memory now, and there was absolutely no way for them to have anything to do with each other.

The story between them was wrong from the beginning, let alone have any ending.From then on, he only regarded Wu Yi and Grandpa Wu as benefactors.Wei Xiao really couldn't give more affection.

Hearing what he said, Wu Yi was instantly stunned.

He never thought that Wei Xiao would remember everything so quickly, let alone that Wei Xiao would be so indifferent and cruel to him after recovering his memory.

No, Wei Xiao has always been indifferent.

From the attitude of not caring about everything in Qingmang Village at the beginning, to the indifference after the two came to Beijing together, to the cold treatment after seeing that they had had a good time with others——

He didn't ask anything, didn't say anything, didn't have a past, didn't mention the future, from the beginning to the end, Wei Xiao never put himself in his heart.

Wu Yi cried miserably, Wei Xiao had no patience with him, but there was a life-saving grace between the two of them, it was hard to show that there was nothing.

Wu Yi sobbed for a long time, but he didn't say exactly what kind of disease Grandpa Wu had. He only said that he was afraid and asked Wei Xiao to accompany him to take grandpa to the hospital.

Wei Xiao paused.

It stands to reason that he should go back to Qingmang village.Not to mention that Grandpa Wu has a lot of kindness to him, even the guy who threw a stone at himself back then should settle it.

What's more, he should also make it clear to Wu Yi face to face, explain it clearly, give the money in place, and there will be no need to communicate with him in the future.

But how could Zhou Jingci's illness make him get away?

Wei Xiao didn't dare to leave, and he wasn't willing to leave, even if it was just for a day or two, he didn't want Zhou Jingci to face depression alone and think wildly.

Wei Xiao quickly transferred 10 yuan to Wu Yi, telling him to go home and take care of his grandfather. If it is not enough, he can ask himself for it in the future.

At noon, Wei Xiao hurried home, opened the door and saw Zhou Jingci sitting in the garden basking in the sun, with an old magazine on his face.

Wei Xiao's mind fluttered, he hurried over, took off the magazine on Zhou Jingci's face, put it in his hand and closed it.

The sun hit Zhou Jingci's body, and his whole body was scorched warmly. On his fair face, every fluff seemed to be glowing with a golden luster, and there was a fine layer of sweat on the tip of his nose.

Wei Xiao thought it was cute, leaned up to kiss the tip of his nose, and asked warmly, "Jing Ci, how do you feel today?"

Zhou Jingci slowly opened his eyes.

He stared at Wei Xiao in front of him, stretched out his hand to touch his handsome nose and deep eyes, silently thinking that this handsome and gentle man belonged to him.

Zhou Jingci opened his arms towards Wei Xiao, and Wei Xiao hugged him, then grabbed his thigh and carried him back to the living room.

Zhou Jingci was lying on the sofa with Wei Xiao's legs as a pillow, casually playing with Wei Xiao's big rough hands. After a while, he asked in a muffled voice, "Can I not take the medicine?"

Wei Xiao's face changed, he looked at Zhou Jingci cautiously, "Why don't you want to take medicine?"

Zhou Jingci pursed his lips, "I feel uncomfortable after eating."

Wei Xiao's fingers trembled twice, and then he stroked Zhou Jingci's hair, "Baby, baby, I don't want you to feel uncomfortable. But...but how can you get better without taking medicine?"

Wei Xiao checked, and some people said that depression is a terminal illness, and there is no so-called cure at all.Even if it is cured, it is like a bomb that will explode at an unknown time, hanging from time to time.

Zhou Jingci's eyes were a bit empty, he turned his head, trying to see Wei Xiao's face, but his eyes were blurred.

But even if he couldn't see clearly, Zhou Jingci knew how worried and scared Wei Xiao was.

Just as he was afraid of losing Wei Xiao, Wei Xiao was also afraid of losing him.

He thought woodenly, he shouldn't be so naughty.

Zhou Jingci tugged at the corners of his mouth and smiled, "Well, I see."

Wei Xiao's heart ached so much that he quickly hugged Zhou Jingci, "Be good, Jing Ci is good."

Wei Xiao didn't stay with Zhou Jingci for too long, so he went to the kitchen to cook.Zhou Jingci couldn't eat greasy food, so Wei Xiao made two light stir-fries.

Zhou Jingci was sick and couldn't taste anything. He just chewed mechanically. After a few chews, he became nauseous. Get a little more comfortable.

Wei Xiao didn't dare to ask Zhou Jingci if he didn't like to eat.He was not afraid that Zhou Jingci would not like the food he cooked, but that Zhou Jingci would say that he felt that eating anything would be a crime.

After lunch, Zhou Jingci rarely felt drowsy, and followed Wei Xiao step by step, watching him tidy up the dishes and tidy up the messy home.

Zhou Jingci used to do these housework, but he didn't have much energy at this time.

Wei Xiao was happy to do it for him.

He is not afraid of hard work or tiredness, he just hopes to make Zhou Jingci's life easier and happier.

Wei Xiao's heart softened into a pool of water, and after a while, he turned around and kissed Zhou Jingci, just like when they were together.

Zhou Jingci grabbed Wei Xiao's shoulders, leaned on his back, and pecked his neck, "Brother, don't worry."

With a sore nose, Wei Xiao threw the mop aside and turned around to surround Zhou Jingci.

At this moment, the figure of Zhou Jingci in front of him seemed to overlap with the immature and young child many years ago.

Wei Xiao's heart was sour and sweet. He kissed Zhou Jingci's lips, and they left with the slightest touch, "Jingci, I love you. I will protect you and accompany you. There is nothing in this world that can be with you." Compare."

Zhou Jingci listened to Wei Xiao's words, smiled slightly, and said, "I love you too."