tall rose

Xia Zang was injured, and now he passed out in a coma.

The uncle was in a hurry, and he didn't know what to do when he sent Xia Zang back to the room; on the contrary, the mother calmed down, rummaged through the medicine box and sent Yang Sheng to fetch hot water.

When he got back to Xia Zang's room, Yang Sheng realized that his palms and fingertips were hurting, and they were numb from the pain just after getting wet.

He found alcohol gauze by himself, but didn't take cotton swabs. After all, both hands were hurt, so it would be more convenient to just pour alcohol to clean them.

Alcohol is stronger than water, the moment Yang Sheng poured it, he felt that his tears were about to fall; but his eyes were as dry as a dry well, and his complexion was as usual.

After hasty bandaging, he stared at Xia Zang and helped his mother deliver the medicine under his uncle's distrustful eyes.

In the end, the blood on the forehead was finally stopped. Yang Sheng guessed that Xia Zang would have other injuries, but it was not convenient for his mother to take off Xia Zang's clothes.

"I'm going to get something to eat first. I made dumplings in the morning." Mother left the medicine box behind, said so softly, and left the room.

Yang Sheng sat on the edge of the bed and lightly clasped Xia Zang's hand, his eyes traced little by little from the still red corners of his eyes to the smooth but thin outline of his jaw.

It seems that Xia Zang's whole body has shrunk in such a short period of time. If he can, Yang Sheng wants to put him in his pocket.

But what Yang Sheng has to do now is how to get his uncle to allow him to check Xia Zang's injuries under his clothes.

The uncle leaning against the window took out a cigarette out of nowhere, perhaps to take care of the wounded, he didn't light it, and just thought about something with the cigarette in his mouth.

"I think we should have a good talk." Uncle said.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Yang Sheng didn't agree immediately, but just moved his eyes indifferently: "Can I see Xia Zang's injury first?"

Uncle spit out the unlit cigarette, broke it and threw it into the trash can.

The door was closed angrily, and the sound of the collision made the window lattices rattle.

Xia Zang didn't wake up, Yang Sheng leaned over and hugged him gently for a while.

Although his hands are not very good, he is quite familiar with picking clothes.

It's just that the red sweater is a pullover, Yang Sheng at most took the material off his shoulders to his arms.

A large piece of it was green, as if it had been hit by something heavy.

Yang Sheng sniffed, intending to continue pulling on the difficult fabric, the movement was a little louder, the eyelashes of the person in his arms trembled slightly, and Yoyo woke up.

"You..." Xia Zang's eyes were still a little confused, "Bow your head."

Yang Sheng did as he was told, with a sore nose.

Xia Zang kissed his lips, and the smile melted: "So it's not a dream."

You can see that you are in so much pain, of course you are not dreaming.Yang Sheng wanted to say this, he was always joking and teasing.

But the throat was choked up, and in the blink of an eye, tears ran out disobediently, along the jaw line, and dripped down to Xia Zang's lips.

"Why are you crying?" Xia Zang frowned, tasted the bitterness of tears.

Yang Sheng couldn't speak, just gritted his teeth and wept silently, like a child who lost his candy, or a homeless traveler who is inseparable from each other.

He wanted to hold Xia Zang tighter, as if this way he would not lose him.

But Xia Zang was injured, and he was afraid that his clumsy hands would hurt him again.

"Be good." Xia Zang called out softly, and suddenly reacted when he touched Yang Sheng's palm, "What's wrong with your hand?"

Yang Sheng shook his head, sobbed and didn't answer, but still thought about continuing to pick Xia Zang's clothes.

You see, you are so hurt, why do you still worry about me.

"Speak." Xia Zang's tone was serious.

"I want..." Yang Sheng said, "Go get safflower oil."

Looking at Xia Zang's shoulders, it seems that he should be pressed with safflower oil to promote blood circulation and remove blood stasis.

But as soon as the words came out of his mouth, he realized that his voice was hoarse, and his speech was like a dilapidated old bellows.

In the end, the pronunciation of the three characters of safflower oil was not pronounced.

Xia Zang struggled to get up, but it backfired and hooked Yang Sheng onto the bed.

The silly boy was afraid of pressing him down, so he propped up the bed with his wrists, but he unceremoniously raised his arms around his waist and pressed down.

Finally, I got a real hug, and the pain in my back was worth it.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, Yang Sheng." Xia Zang stroked up the silly boy's back, groped to the approximate location of the scar, and rubbed it gently.

He felt hot and wet on his neck, and Yang Sheng buried his head into the socket of his neck.

Trembling, sobbing, like a poor little animal.

"I'm here, I will protect you." Xia Zang said.

Yang Sheng's throat was broken, but he still persisted, biting each word: "I will protect you."

"Brother, I want to protect you."

Xia Zang never beat Yang Sheng, the main reason is that he seldom wins over Yang Sheng.

What's more, Yang Sheng's claws are crippled now, and he can't even speak a complete sentence.

After cooperating with Yang Sheng to wipe his body with gauze dipped in safflower oil, Xia Zang became dizzy and fell asleep again.

Yang Sheng threw away the gauze wrapped in medicated oil, and washed his fingertips with the cold water that he just called just now.

There was no other movement from outside the room, and it didn't take that long to cook a dumpling.

Those two were discussing what to do, Yang Sheng sat back on the edge of the bed and pulled the corner of the quilt for Xia Zang.

Now he is like a death row prisoner waiting to be executed after autumn. After breaking down and crying, he has gained inner peace.

Anyway, you have to die sooner or later, but it's really embarrassing to cry like an idiot with your boyfriend in your arms.

Afraid this is the last time?Crying and crying back to the book.

But he promised Xia Zang that he would never leave again.

Also reluctant to leave.

This fate connected them round and round, Yang Sheng didn't believe it would be so cruel, and tried every means to separate them.

They still have a lot of things that they haven't done together. They have to go to the same university far away, and they have to spend the rest of their lives until they are old.

To fall in love.To be in love all the time.

They can't be controlled forever.

But the monster in the mist finally stretched out its ferocious minions to them.

The roses are rich and fragrant, but the sharp thorns can still make people's head bleed.

He could swallow the bloody screw alone and take the blame for picking the forbidden fruit.

Xia Zang should not worry about this, he should go to the spring lightly and deftly, and swim in the vast sea and sky without restraint.

The stars are twinkling for him, but Yang Sheng, Yang Sheng is among the stars, it doesn't matter if the dust scattered into the universe.

Mother knocked on the door.

The condemned prisoner should go to the final guillotine, so please allow him to say an insincere farewell without authorization.

The person who wants to say goodbye is still sleeping, maybe the fairy tale is true, and the sleeping beauty can be awakened with a sincere kiss.

But Yang Sheng didn't kiss the lips that still bear his bite marks.

He has known for a long time that in fairy tales, children are all deceived.

"He fell asleep, I just applied medicine to him."

Unable to speak, Yang Sheng picked up the ballpoint pen and wrote slowly.

With disabled hands, the writing is even uglier.

Fortunately, the words are easy to understand. Uncle glanced at the sticky note and understood.

"I didn't beat you or scold you, you're going to die if you scream?"

Yang Sheng couldn't react for a while, whether he was scolding him or mocking him, or something, and there was buzzing around his ears at the moment.

He thought he was probably a little bit out of his body, or in layman's terms, probably out of his mind.

But he still wrote one stroke at a time: "It's just that I can't speak."

The words are so ugly that he wants to cry.

And after cooking the dumplings for a long time, he didn't see any dumplings.

hungry.

Of course, if his uncle wants to starve him to death in a fit of anger, he can accept it, at least this is a more decent way to die.

"Then let me tell you, you've heard it all." The uncle patted the armrest of the sofa, and the mother leaned over to take the cigarette case and lighter from the coffee table.

She kindly lit him a cigarette.

Mother's eyes were a little swollen, and she might not have slept well last night, so she looked a lot haggard now.

Yang Sheng consciously added a few words of sorry in his heart.

Of course he knew that being sorry was useless, and he wasn't sorry for his mother.

Just for myself.

He beat someone up because of his passion and was expelled from the dorm, and rented with Xia Zang in order to live better for himself.

Falling in love with Xia Zang for the dirty thoughts in his heart.

In order not to owe anyone anything, accept this so-called judgment.

Selfishness, sure enough.

I was also trying to be heartless, but the place in my heart was empty, and it hurt a lot instead.

"I originally wanted you to suspend school and take the college entrance examination next year. The main thing is that I also know that you and my son are a bit of a mess. If I want you two to go back (qie) to class, you will definitely have to get involved again."

"But you mother, you don't agree with any of them. Really, did you engage in Moriche? Now you're only worried about the college entrance examination. This (guo) person didn't manage his son well. Who can blame him?"

"I'm not the kind of unreasonable person. Yes, the college entrance examination is very important. You have to take a break until next year. I don't know what will happen. So don't worry, I still have to let you take the college entrance examination, but you Can't go to school."

"Aren't your grades pretty good? And it's all about reviewing now, and you don't need any teacher to come to class. You are doing reviewing alone in the room. I don't want to see you here, I'm upset, you have to go to the teacher Live in the house for a few months. At that time, your mother will also come over, you should be safe, and after the college entrance examination, you will go where you want to go, I will not keep you, and you will not harm my son again. "

"Anyway, you also called my uncle these years, and I have done my best. I don't ask you to repay me, Morrie, I just ask you to let my son go, and you personally. Be a good boy, do something Serious business, don't be like that kind of rascal, who was born with a mother but not raised by a mother."

The cigarette burned up in the uncle's spittle, Yang Sheng looked down at his ugly handwriting, and finally picked up the pen again.

My hands were shaking badly.

"I promise you, I won't have anything to do with this family after the college entrance examination."

"But you also have to promise me that you will not interfere with Xia Zang's decision or choice."

Xia Man glanced at the post-it note, and took out another cigarette from the cigarette case, "You are not qualified to bargain with me. Don't think that after the college entrance examination, the two of you can continue your relationship."

"I'm an old man, I gave his life to him, and he has no right not to listen to what I say."

Yang Sheng tore up the sticky note that had been negotiated before, and replaced it with a brand new one, writing wildly: "I'm not bargaining with you. If you don't agree, I will die with you."

"Of course you can risk your life, but you still have a daughter."

"Anyway, I have a mother and no mother, and I haven't kissed the old man. I don't have one, so I'm not afraid of Morrie."

You take away the only thing I care about, and I really don't need to bargain anymore.

Mother stopped Xia Man, for some reason, she is getting more and more proficient in this kind of thing now.

Yang Sheng ignored them and walked to Xia Zang's room with his note paper.

Subconsciously, he closed his eyes, recalling sleepwalking when he was young.

"Boom", hit the door frame, but fortunately, I found the right place.

Yang Sheng opened his eyes, covered his forehead and gently turned the doorknob.

I don't know how he managed to enter the room safely at that time. Even if he had an impression of the general direction, if Xia Zang didn't open the door, wouldn't it be all right?

He closed the door behind his back, Xia Zang was still sleeping peacefully.

The gauze on his forehead was a little blood red.

He wants to write a letter to Xia Zang, which doesn't need too many words, and the format doesn't need to be very standardized.

Write what?

Take care of yourself, take care of yourself?

Or study hard and make progress every day?

Or just write him a sheet full of "I love you."

This doesn't seem to be something that normal people can write, and the phrase "I love you" has to be said to be beautiful.

So he thought for a while and wrote: "Don't forget to water that 'weed' tree, I'm afraid it will wither."

This spring is still too anxious.

The author has something to say:

Allow me to prepare a cup of warm water.