The Record of Reemployment of the Laid-off Emperor

The county seat and Taoliu Town are separated by a big mountain, and in the past few decades they were only connected by narrow and steep winding roads.In recent years, the development has improved. The provincial government has allocated funds to build tunnels, which will take ten years to complete. The tunnels have not yet been completed, and people still rely on the winding mountain road.This summer, the rainy season in Taoliu Town came with great momentum, and people could hear the sound of rolling stones falling on the mountain from time to time when they were sleeping at night.Both the town and the county have issued notices, asking everyone not to go up the mountain unless necessary, to ensure their own safety, and the tunnel repair project has also stopped.

I don't want it to be such a stormy weather, but there are still people who are not afraid of death and dare to brave the rain and climb the mountain.

The accident happened at Yanzikou, the most dangerous part of the road, where there was a big turn, and there was a warning sign for accident-prone areas, please drive carefully.But not long after, the warning sign was carried by the out-of-control car, rushed down the curve together, and rolled into the orchard of the fellow's home along the landslide.

A villager who had an acre of fruit trees destroyed squinted and called the police.

Except for the fellow, probably everyone has a question, why do we have to go into the mountains under heavy rain?

Yang Qing also wanted to ask, but he couldn't expect a patient who was in a coma to answer, and even if Cen Weiyu could fake his body and answer him, he was afraid that the answer would be a response like "I just want to see you, you have to be responsible to me" people's words.

Cen Weiyu was lying on the hospital bed with his head wrapped in gauze, his eyelids were lightly closed, and his breathing was so shallow that he could hardly hear him.Yang Qing sat silently on the chair in the corner farthest from the hospital bed. To be fair, he didn't want to have anything to do with Cen Weiyu, but he couldn't say no to Cen's mother's request.

He looked at the clock hanging on the wall, it was nine forty, less than 5 minutes had passed?Every minute in the ward seemed so long, the minutes were replaced by seconds, and the naughty time elf replaced the seconds with hours, so he had been in the ward for several days.

Yang Qian stared at the second walking to endure the day. He said to himself in his heart, stay for 10 minutes, and leave after 10 minutes.

The minute hand pointed to 45:[-] with heavy and slow steps. Yang Qing stood up from the chair as if he had been pardoned.

At the same time, a weak, almost ignored cough came from the direction of the hospital bed.

Almost, that proves that someone heard.But the man was going to pretend not to notice, and hastened his pace out of the ward.

The owner of the cough sounded as if he didn't want him to get what he wanted, so he coughed loudly.

Yang Qing really couldn't turn a blind eye to the deafening coughing sound, so he turned back to the hospital bed and observed the shortness of breath on the bed from a distance.

Cen Weiyu's pale cheeks were blushed due to severe coughing, and his peeled lips moved up and down like a dying fish.

Although he didn't open his eyes, the characteristics of a living person recovered one after another on his body.Yang Qing walked towards the hospital bed, bent down to ring the calling bell.A bony hand rested on his wrist, restraining his movements, not so much restraining, the gentle strength as begging.

Yang Qing was silent, and he withdrew his hand from ringing the bell and put it on the head of the bed.Observe Cen Weiyu from a bird's-eye view.Cen Weiyu's face was pale, with only a trace of red on his cheeks, but under the dull complexion, this red also lost its luster.It has nothing to do with morning glow and rosy clouds. It is the proof of tears, the trace of frostbite in winter, and it is the color of sadness.

He suddenly felt that Cen Weiyu was a little fragile, and it was this perception that kept him in the ward.

"Cough harder, cough out your lungs." Yang Qing mocked.

Cen Weiyu didn't take back the hand on Yang Qing's wrist, as Yang Qing pressed his hand on the head of the bed, his hand extended accordingly, building a precarious suspension bridge between him and Yang Qing.

Never let go, never, he couldn't lose the drawbridge.

Cen Weiyu's eyelashes drooped, hiding her emotions, and also hiding Yang Qing's favorite amber eyes.

I should mercilessly shake off his hand, I should regard him as weeds on the side of the road, pebbles everywhere, mosquitoes greedily sucking my blood.When I detached myself from my physical body and looked at my situation, I found that I was stumbling over weeds, blocked by stones, and sucked dry by mosquitoes. I was bound in place.

Yang Qing was like a punctured balloon, and the resentment in his body kept venting, "Your mother showed me the photos you secretly took, do you need me to praise you as a big lover? But I suggest you leave something to the police station and the police Say. Times have changed, my lord, and this is a society ruled by law."

Cen Weiyu responded lightly: "Sorry."

Yang Qing seemed to have punched the cotton with a fist, but the fire didn't escape, but the fire became more and more intense, "So our lawless stalker, what is the purpose of going into the mountain this time? Don't say that we came out to see me. In a car accident, do you think I will be moved or feel guilty?"

The movement of Cen Weiyu turning his head was as stiff as an aging machine that had been in disrepair for a long time. He looked at Yang Qing, opened his eyelids and said, "I didn't want to come here to disturb you, the tunnel collapsed, and the courtyard arranged for me..."

Yang Qing quickly interrupted: "I'm sorry, I'm being too sentimental," he said angrily, "That's right, the professor is so busy that he doesn't have time to come and see me." At this point, he bit the tip of his tongue hard , secretly scolding himself for being stupid, look at what he said, doesn't it seem that he really hopes that Cen Weiyu will come to see him?

I put it there and imagined it for a long time. Cen Weiyu came to find him specially, now it's all right, slap in the face, you are not even comparable to an onion in the hearts of others!

Yang Qing seemed to be stepping on a flame mountain pass, so hot that he couldn't stand, he just wanted to escape from this embarrassing ward.

Cen Weiyu seemed to have discerned his intentions, and instead clenched the hand that was resting on his wrist.

Yang Qing twitched, but didn't twitch, seeing Cen Weiyu's half-dead appearance, he didn't dare to use too much force, and scolded coldly: "You still have to be shameless, don't grab your ex's hand like a mangy dog, Does anyone know?"

Cen Weiyu remained motionless.

Yang Qing moved his eyes to the fruit knife in the fruit plate, then looked at Cen Weiyu's wrist, and threatened, "Is it loose? Then grab the arm and chop it off for you."

Cen Weiyu's eyelids were completely lifted, his eyes were shining brightly under the fluorescent lamp, "The car accident was intentional."

"What?" Yang Qing stopped twitching his hands, he suspected that he had failed.

"The car accident was intentional." Cen Weiyu stretched each word very long, with a stubborn expression that Yang Qing could not understand, "Your Highness, I have lost you twice. The first time I found you." You have been here for 20 years, and the second time I have been looking for you for 308 days." He smiled and corrected: "Wrong, it should be 308 days of patience."

"I'm a heinous sinner to you, and you avoid me like a snake. Your life would be easier if you didn't have me."

Yang Qing sneered, "It's good that you know."

Cen Weiyu struggled to prop up his body and leaned against the pillow. He held Yang Qing's hand and looked at him, with a nasty smile on the corner of his mouth: "I know, no one knows Your Highness better than me."

"I have been patient, in order not to destroy the stable life of Your Highness."

"But, why should I be patient?" Cen Weiyu put Yang Qing's hand on her chest, "As Your Highness thinks, I am a rotten person with rotten bones, and everything I do is to satisfy my own desires. The word "private" and "fulfillment" have always been fulfilled only for me.

"Your Highness, why don't you be merciful and fulfill me."

To fulfill you, to wrong myself, what a face, what a dare to think!Yang Qing was laughed at by the bandit logic of the person in front of him, because he couldn't bear it anymore, so he simply couldn't bear it anymore, because his image was not bad, so he went all the way to the dark.I can't wrong myself, so you can wrong yourself.Is that what you mean?Did he understand correctly?

Do Cen Weiyu's students know that their teacher is so shameless in private?

Yang Qing mocked: "You said it too, why?"

"Your Highness is standing here right now," Cen Weiyu's eyes were full of dark tides: "A desperate gambler has only his life left. If I die, someone will tell His Highness that I died for you. If I don't die, Then His Highness will definitely come, and you will definitely come to me again on your own initiative."

Cen Weiyu has always had the ability to irritate Yang Qing, he didn't care that Cen Weiyu was just injured in a car accident, he withdrew his hand suddenly, the corners of his eyes were stained red with anger, "I'll tell you the fuck, put away your clothes and know everything , Everything is under your control! I'm fucking here to see if you're dead, and if you die, I'll dance on your grave!"

As soon as he blurted out, Yang Qing regretted it, why he was so embarrassed every time he faced Cen Weiyu, every time he was forced to the edge of a cliff by Cen Weiyu, he hated this feeling of losing control.

He wanted to appear indifferent, he wanted to look at Cen Weiyu like a mad dog with a sneer, turn around and leave freely.

But the fact is that he was forced to the edge of the cliff again, and Cen Weiyu used his own life to prove that Yang Qing is a scumbag, and he said that the world is missing, as soon as he heard the news of the other party's injury, he immediately ran to the hospital, Love is not thorough, break is not thorough, it's not cheap or anything.

That being the case, why not accept it?Yang Qing asked himself, Cen Weiyu is an out-and-out lunatic who has been chasing after him from his previous life to this life, and he would bet his life on his soft-hearted lunatic.

"Why did you open the city gate?" Yang Qing heard himself asking, he actually already knew the reason why Cen Weiyu opened the city gate, but he wanted to hear him say it again, saying it was for Qingyangbi, the Qingyangbi in his eyes He is an incompetent person who is greedy for life and afraid of death.

Cen Weiyu obviously learned the lesson of breaking up on the Ferris wheel, this time he didn't keep silent,

"It's for me, for my selfishness." Cen Weiyu looked at Yang Qing intently, and said presumptuously: "For the sake of the king of the Yong Dynasty belongs to me, only to me."

Yang Qing asked in a daze, "For...you?"

Cen Weiyu struggled to get out of bed, but collapsed due to severe pain.Seeing his pale face, Yang Qing took two steps towards the bed softly, and said hesitantly, "Don't move around."

Cen Weiyu saw the right time, endured the severe pain, got up and hugged him, panting: "I'm lying to you, Your Highness, I regret it, 308 days, I regret it every moment. I came to see you just to say I'm sorry, I I'm afraid you won't see me, I'm afraid... I should die with you on the final battlefield."

Hot tears fell into his shoulders, and Yang Qing was numb from the heat. Sharp words would only make him sharper, and pressing steps would only make him tougher, but the hot tears made him at a loss what to do.

He heard Cen Weiyu's nasal voice ask vaguely: "Does it hurt?"

He thought about it, and decided to tell the truth: "The first few cuts hurt, but I didn't feel it later, and I couldn't see..."

Cen Weiyu hugged him even tighter, and buried her face deeply in his shoulder socket.

In order to avoid involving his injury, Yang Qing slowly sat down next to the edge of the bed, he heard Cen Weiyu's voice: "I also hurt."

Yang Qing was a little panicked, he belatedly realized that Cen Weiyu was a seriously wounded person who had been rescued from the gate of hell, he walked around the person who was entangled with him like a koala, and stretched his long hands to reach the summoning bell, anxiously Said: "Where does it hurt? Head?"

Cen Weiyu shook his head: "My heart aches."