Pain fetish

There was heavy rain in the sky, Fu Ge's cochlea seemed to hide a nest of honeycombs, and his heart was also hanging on the bonfire, being roasted repeatedly.

It rained for 10 minutes, and Fu Ge had been waiting here for six hours.

The phone in his hand kept ringing, but he ignored it as if he couldn't hear it. The green plants on the table had their leaves protruded by him, and the bamboo and rattan chair under him was forcibly broken.

Fu Ge raised his hand in a daze, only to realize that his fingertips had been worn out by the wicker chair and blood was seeping out. The pain was felt belatedly, but it started from the heart.

He knows better than anyone else the dangers of gland trading. There is a 50.00% chance that Qi Han will not come back. From the moment he went out, the strings in Fu Ge's head stopped functioning as if they were rusted.

Even he didn't know what he was waiting for.

Wait for that 50.00%?Still waiting for...the other 50.00%...

When Qi Han came back, he was completely soaked. The rain rolled out several lines on his windbreaker, and dripped all over the floor.

Fu Ge walked to the door stepping on the beat amidst the ticking sound. As soon as Qi Han stepped over with his front foot, he opened the door with his back foot.

"Ahan? Why are you so wet! Come in!" Fu Ge grabbed his wrist and pulled him in. Suddenly, he felt a sticky piece in his palm. When he raised his hand, it was dark red blood.

Little Beta's pupils shrank suddenly at that moment, and he suddenly raised his eyes to look at him, his face turned pale.

"You're hurt... bleeding... is it serious?"

He frightened and checked Qi Han's chest and neck, the worry on his face did not seem to be fake.

Qi Han could clearly feel the slight trembling of his hand as he held her, even breathing very lightly.

"Is brother worried about me?"

What he actually wanted to ask was: Will brother worry about me too? I thought you wanted me to die directly at the hands of the gland hunter.

He still didn't know whether the gland hunter was related to Fu Ge's arrangement.

Little Beta clearly knew the start time of the black market auction, even accurate to one hour before the start of the temporary adjustment, including the news that this gland had been exiled on the black market, which was revealed to Chen Xing by someone arranged by Fu Ge.

Since this step can be achieved, it is not impossible to arrange obstacles on the way back, and even use the gland hunter to make him die inexplicably, and wait for the police to get involved before exposing his illegal transactions.

It kills two birds with one stone, effortlessly.

Until Qi Han saw the panic and fear in Fu Ge's eyes, this idea was still spinning in his head.

Fu Ge glanced at him reproachfully, "You're bleeding, I'm not worried about who you're worried about, how could you make yourself into this—"

The voice stopped abruptly, falling into Qi Han's arms, the drenched Alpha suddenly stepped forward and hugged him tightly, letting him pass the icy rain and the restless night of fear.

"I had a car accident on the road." He said softly, his voice was full of dependence and nostalgia, "The whole car rolled over, I was thrown out, and there was an oil leak, it was very dangerous, I thought... I can't come back..."

I thought you were in a hurry to send me to die...

Fu Ge's heart trembled, he silently took a few deep breaths, and after a long silence, he hugged him back.

"Be careful next time, don't rush back in such a heavy rain, the same goes for resting in the company."

Qi Han hugged him and rubbed against him contentedly, just like a patient who suspects that he is terminally ill who is suddenly told that he still has a few months to live, heaving a ridiculous sigh of relief.

He thought, I don't want a few years, I only need two months, I think I will have a garden full of winter jasmine flowers and a clean reputation on my wedding day.

In this way, if the father can bring his mother to the wedding, he will not feel that his son is too embarrassing for them.

"I have to hurry back, the cake is not finished yet."

Qi Han said and looked at the table, it was empty.

Fu Ge didn't expect him to ask about that cake, and said awkwardly, "I thought you wouldn't be back until tomorrow, so I ate it."

"You ate mine too?" Qi Han smiled and pinched the tip of his nose, thinking that he was greedy and cute, but at the same time wondering if he didn't dislike what he ate meant that he didn't disgust himself that much.

He got a bargain and asked obediently: "Brother, are you craving sweets again?"

Fu Ge loves sweets, and he also likes to eat junk food like French fries. Qi Han used to worry about his teeth and stomach a lot, always frowning to control him, but Fu Ge bit him with his mouth that had eaten sugar It's all bad.

"A little bit, the doctor told me not to eat too much sweet." Fu Ge pushed him to the next ward: "Hurry up, take a hot bath and have a good rest, don't have a fever."

"I think I have a fever," Qi Han played tricks on him, "touch your forehead, isn't it hot?"

"Really?" Fu Ge raised his hand and touched his forehead. Although it wasn't hot, his body temperature was higher than normal. "It seems to be a little bit, should I call a doctor?"

"No, brother is better than a doctor."

His eyes were shining brightly, and Fu Ge blushed when he saw it, and he said with scorching breath: "What are you going to do... just live like that during the day..."

During the day, when they were making cakes, the two had a fuss. Fu Ge's dirty pants and apron hadn't had time to wash.

Seeing him blushing and shy, Qi Han felt weak, and leaned closer to his nose, "What else can I do, I just want my brother to sleep with me, if I really have a fever tonight, I won't be able to sleep In terms of personnel, no one has called a doctor for me, how miserable is it?"

What he said was so pitiful, it would be illogical to refuse, Fu Ge could only nod and agree, "Then you go take a shower first, and I'll get you a towel."

Little Beta went into the bathroom to fill him with water, fetched towels and changed his clothes. Qi Han stayed in the living room and took off his drenched windbreaker. He saw Fu Ge's open sketchbook on the bedside cabinet.

He likes to watch Fu Ge draw pictures very much. He did it in high school.

Those neat or messy lines always inexplicably calm people down, and all anxiety and impatience will be miraculously soothed.

The difference is that Fu Ge liked to paint him the most when he was young, but now he can at most give some pen and ink to Xiao Xiong, for the purpose of returning to the show regularly.

"What did you draw today..." He muttered boredly, he picked up Fu Ge's sketchbook, and on the first page was a white hawthorn flower.

There is also a small line written under the petals: At the end of September, my body has recovered a lot, and I can vaguely smell the fragrance of flowers downstairs, but I am not sure which flowers are there.

"Did you draw hawthorn flowers without knowing which ones were there?"

Qi Han still remembered that there were many hawthorn flowers on the basketball court in high school. Every time there was a wind, Fu Ge would run to the bottom of the tree to rain petals for a while, and Qi Han would secretly hide to watch him.

In fact, not many petals fell, and little Beta had already discovered the boy hiding in the corner.

There are five or six blank pages after this page, and then there is the second painting, which is a platycodon flower, and the words below it are: At the end of October, I smell his smell.

Qi Han was stunned for two or three seconds, and his eyes suddenly became moist.

"The smell of platycodon, is it my pheromone?"

Beta cannot smell pheromones, unless it is a special group of people who have been marked for life, will have a physical connection with their partner, and vaguely perceive the taste and level of alpha pheromones.

"So this one... was drawn for me..."

Qi Han couldn't believe it. Apart from Little Bear and the bust that looked like a posthumous photo, it turned out that Fu Ge had painted other paintings for him.

The speed at which he flipped through the paper quickly accelerated, and his fingertips trembled uncontrollably. After flipping through five or six blank pages, he finally found the third painting, this time it was Violet.

Qi Han didn't even have time to read the small words below, his heart trembled violently, as if he had been hit in the chest by a knife smeared with honey, he stopped his breathing and heartbeat.

"How come... exactly the same..."

Hawthorn flowers, bellflowers, violets...

The flowering period of these flowers is not from September to October at all, but they all appeared in the album that Fu Ge drew for him when he was 18 years old, without exception.

It also appears every five or six paintings, and also at the end of each month, because Fu Ge is used to drawing a flower at the end of each month to mark the end, and he found this pattern after digging through the album. .

So what is Little Beta doing now?

An unbelievable answer that even he couldn't believe appeared in Qi Han's head——

Is he helping me restore the burnt picture book... As my last gift before I die...

Like a drowning man clung to a piece of life-saving driftwood, Qi Han turned over the fourth painting trembling all over.

He didn't even dare to look at it, and covered it with his hands first, recalling the order of flowers in the burned album, thinking silently: Lilac.

Hold your breath and open your hands.

Lilac really...

A tear rolled out of the eye socket in an instant, and no one could empathize with his surprise at this moment.

Qi Han didn't know how to describe his mood, he just felt a fire rushing up from his throat, burning all the way to his head, the pillar of fire shot up into the sky and then fell, smashing into the hot oil pan with a bang, connecting his soul with his nerves The fried crumbles and shatters.

"Am I worth brother preparing these for me..."

He was already ready to die alone, even in the wilderness, the bones were not collected, and he was scolded endlessly for decades after his death.

But it never occurred to him that Fu Ge would restore the album for him before he died.

Do you want him to have no regrets?Or... after all, I couldn't bear to let him go on the road with nothing...

Qi Han flipped through the rest of the pictures quickly, and the frequency and time of the appearance of various flowers were all compared with the pictures in his memory.

Panting and struggling to turn to the last page, he almost suspected that he was dreaming at that moment, and his first reaction was to raise his hand and slap himself.

It was only when he felt the burning pain on his face that he was sure that all of this was true, because on the last page, there were two design drawings of the rings.

Among them, a flower letter Q is designed in the inner circle of the larger ring.

"I'm really crazy..."

Is it a hallucination caused by insanity?

He even felt that he was not worthy of Fu Ge's last wish.

So on the night of his begging to get married, Little Beta said "Isn't it too perfunctory to just buy a pair of rings?" He was sincere.

Fu Ge really wanted to give him a complete wedding at the end.

Qi Han's heart was trembling.

Picture books, rings, what's next... Will there be ribbon bracelets?

Qi Han wept with joy, and stood there crying and laughing while holding the album, feeling crazy for a moment and unworthy for a while.

He read the design drawing twice, and then read the small print below: March 3, my brand new wedding.

His brows were slightly frowned, and a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes: Why is it March 3? Is it a wrong time? Their wedding is on February 11.

Footsteps came from the bathroom door, Fu Ge put the water on and asked him to wash, Qi Han no longer had time to pay attention to those details, put down the album and rushed over, and lifted Fu Ge up.

"Hey - what are you doing!" Fu Ge exclaimed and patted him twice.

Qi Han's eyes were so red that he couldn't see, and his throat was so soaked that he was hoarse. He put him down and hugged him in his arms. When he spoke, his heart was throbbing: "Brother...Thank you...I, I..."

I don't deserve what you did for me...

Fu Ge didn't know why he was going crazy again, "What's wrong? Are you crying again? How old are you and still crying like this?"

"Crying only when someone's heart hurts." Qi Han rubbed his neck: "I never cry when I'm alone."

"Then I seem to be quite proud of President Qi's meaning?"

Qi Han sniffed and hugged him contentedly: "No—"

The voice was interrupted by a rapid phone ringtone, Qi Han picked up the phone impatiently, "It's Chen Xing, I have to answer it, brother wait for me."

Although 1 people were unwilling to leave Fu Ge, he reluctantly walked out of the ward and went to the stairs.

As soon as the call was connected, it was conceivable that it was Chen Xing's scolding, Qi Han just ignored him, and let him scold him for 5 minutes, and Chen Xing was tired after scolding, "Why don't you ignore me?"

Qi Han: "What do you do?"

Chen Xing: "I'm too tired from scolding, how can I stop if you don't care about me?"

Qi Han laughed twice, "If you've scolded enough, stop scolding, just stop and stay, and I'll let you come back when the time is up."

Boss Chen Xing didn't want to: "Damn it, why don't you let me come back! I'm so bored here!"

As he was talking, he suddenly froze, and said in a low voice: "Brother, he is getting married."

"Qi Chuan?"

"Yes." Chen Xing smiled wryly, "Why do you think he came back, teasing me, and then marrying someone else, I am so funny?"

Qi Han lost the smile in his eyes, and sighed helplessly, "When?"

"March 3, his birthday, auspicious, right?"

Breathing stopped for a moment, Qi Han suddenly raised his eyes, and could hardly hear his own voice, "Which day? Who did you listen to?"

"March 3, according to what his secretary said, invitations have been drawn up, what's wrong?"

With a "snap", the phone fell to the ground, Qi Han took a step back in shock, and was stunned.

how so……

Like a bewildered child, he raised his hand and grabbed his forehead hair forcefully, his face flushed instantly.

"On March 3th, Qi Chuan got married...Qi...Q..."

As if being thrown into an ice bucket in an instant, Qi Han woke up like a dream, the pain was so painful that all the ridiculous fantasies just now were shattered all over the floor.

"The ring...is not for me..."

What about the album?

Arranging all the pictures in his head together, he found that there was no unique logo on the drawing paper, and even the only platycodon flower associated with his pheromone was not unique.

Because Qi Chuan's pheromone is also bellflower.

So what Fu Ge smelled was his pheromone...

The ring and album are for him, March 3th is not my wedding, but my lover and his... lover...

So that's why it's called a "brand new wedding"?

"what about me……"

Qi Han said to himself like crazy: "What about the wedding you promised me..."

He shuffled back to the ward, like a walking corpse whose bones and blood had been drained. He was so surprised and touched just now that he was so broken and desperate now, but the knife that was sharper than before was always in the next second.

Through the glass, he saw that Fu Ge poured a glass of milk and added a pill to it, and there were some cake scraps scattered in the trash can next to him.

Fu Ge didn't have the habit of drinking milk at night, so this medicine was prepared for him. Fu Ge didn't eat the remaining half of the cake, he threw it away a long time ago.

How can you still have the face to expect extravagant albums and rings?He deserved the poisoned milk and the thrown cake.

There were only two months left, but Fu Ge couldn't wait any longer.

Qi Han quietly watched everything in front of him through the glass, feeling extremely absurd. He finally understood why the gland auction was scheduled so early.

Because Fu Ge never wanted him to survive the wedding from the very beginning.

Touching the glass with his finger, he asked silently: "Brother never thought of marrying me... right..."

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