How to raise the president

After looking around for a week, Fang Youyi was still nowhere to be seen.

An Ziyu only felt that his heartbeat seemed to have stopped beating, and the blood in his whole body was cold.

He couldn't feel any desire to live, so he lay still on the pillow, staring blankly at the ceiling.

Like a stranded fish, quietly waiting to die.

I just feel that the surroundings have become very quiet, and there is no anger at all. From time to time, there are reminders from other wards that patients need to change the medicine, and the sound of the nurse's high-heeled shoes stepping on the ground, back and forth, busy.

But nothing related to Fang Youyi could be heard.

An Ziyu's heart sank little by little, feeling that everything was still so empty and so silent.

Because there is no way to play...

He knows.

An Ziyu raised his hand tremblingly, stroking the wound on his neck blankly.

Or maybe he just tried to commit suicide and passed out, and then he was found like before, and then he was taken to the hospital.

During the hospitalization, he had a long, long dream like before, dreaming that someone appeared in his life to save him and pull him out of the fear of the death of his adoptive parents.

Give him warmth, care for him, love in every possible way.

Wind and rain, they are all blocked for him.

But everything is a dream. In reality, there may be no lectures, no psychiatrists, no knife cases.

Of course, there is no Fang Youyi...

To An Ziyu, it means that there is nothing and everything is fake.

An Ziyu pulled up the quilt, his throat seemed to be choked by something hard, and it hurt even to catch his breath.

He just covered his head with the quilt tightly, thinking about not letting himself cry so loudly and badly, but he still couldn't help crying, so he could only cover his mouth tightly.

Chest really hurts.

It seemed that something was blocking him, the discomfort of being about to suffocate, the collapse and despair, seemed to strangle him to death.

Every time he wakes up, he is still alone, and the feeling of loneliness is almost forcing him to suffocate every time.

This time even more.

He didn't want to be in the hospital for a moment, he wanted to go home, to be with his adoptive parents.

Even if they are just a posthumous photo, it is much better than nothing.

An Ziyu thought so, then pulled off the quilt, wiped away his tears carelessly, as if he couldn't feel the pain, he directly pulled out the needle that had pierced the back of his left hand.

He supported the bed and sat up slowly. Just as he was about to put on his shoes, the door creaked open.

An Ziyu raised his head and followed the sound. After seeing the person coming, he sat there dumbfounded, and his breathing seemed to have stopped.

Fang Youyi held the doorknob and pushed open a whole door. Standing in the middle of the door, he saw that An Ziyu had sat up and even pulled out the needle, looking like he wanted to run away.

President Fang directly frowned, and he said sullenly, "Why don't you..."

An Ziyu didn't give him a chance to finish his sentence, and he didn't wear his shoes//c, so he threw himself into Fang Youyi's arms with a stride, and put his hands under Fang Youyi's armpit to hug him tightly, his face deep Buried into Fang Youyi's shoulder socket, sucking deeply the breath of the man in front of him.

The real feeling of hugging someone made An Ziyu unable to restrain his ecstasy.

He thought just now that the previous sense of happiness and fulfillment was fake, and Fang Youyi was also fake.

Those memories may just be a false person imagined by him because he wanted to be loved and saved by others.

But no, because Fang Youyi was actually hugged by him like this.

Before Fang Youyi could react, he looked at the furry head in his arms with a dazed expression, and the annoyance on his face disappeared without a trace.

"What's wrong?" Fang Youyi changed his tone to be gentle, and raised his hand to caress the back of An Ziyu's head, "Did you have a nightmare?"

An Ziyu shook his head.

Fang Youyi said again: "Go back to bed and lie down first, okay?"

An Ziyu still shook his head, and quietly tightened his arms, letting Fang Youyi's entire aura surround him.

No way.

Fang Youyi sighed, bowed//s body, directly supported An Ziyu's butt//g ass with his hands, lifted An Ziyu up and held him firmly, and walked towards the bed.