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He Ping'an guessed right, Lu Ming's phantom limb pain did happen again.

And it's serious.

The weather has changed in the past few days, and the reaction of the stumps of the legs is more accurate than the weather forecast. Lu Ming has been tortured for several days.

At this time, it's not that I don't want someone to accompany me like He Ping'an and give me a massage.

But when my mother came here, I still endured the pain and said it was all right, and reassured her.

So every day and every night, Lu Ming relied on his past thoughts to find a trace of warmth in the cold despair.

Autumn in the north is always accompanied by a sharp drop in temperature and rain. As expected, the phantom pain in the stumped leg will come to him even more crazily in the ghostly weather like today.

Before seeing He Pingan's text message, he had been tossing and turning in bed.

Before tonight, he had tried various methods, including applying essential oils and massaging his stump, but all had little effect.

The stumps of both legs seemed to be gnawed by thousands of worms, and the piercing pain made him want to scratch them with sharp things like before. The real wound can relieve the illusory pain, which is a beautiful temptation ,he knows.

But at this time, he thought of He Pingan, remembered that He Pingan bled when he stopped him from hurting himself for the first time, and remembered that he could always sleep soundly when he massaged himself.

He Ping'an left here, because he didn't keep him, he has returned to his own world, living his own life, just as he expected.

Lu Ming clenched his lips, and rubbed the mattress under his body back and forth with his residual limbs, resisting the continuous waves of piercing pain, his head and body covered in cold sweat.

His lower lip was bitten with blood, and his mouth was filled with the smell of blood. This familiar and unfamiliar taste that appeared in his dreams from time to time made him dizzy.

He was used to enduring the pain alone, trying not to make a sound, even if there was no one else in the room.

However, five consecutive days of insomnia and phantom limb pain brought his will to the verge of collapse. Lu Ming hummed softly in the empty room, groaning, he couldn't hear how painful his voice was, he just hoped Who can help him rub his legs.

But the part that hurt so much that he wanted to die no longer existed.

When will such days of living and suffering come to an end?Lu Ming asked himself this question more than once.

But tonight, he once again had the idea of ​​self-liberation.

With his broken body, it may be difficult to carry Zhou Ziyue's dying expectation and love forward, because after his death, it is too painful to live on his own.

Let's end this pain!

Thinking of this, Lu Ming, who had already collapsed from the pain, had a burst of strength. He supported his body and moved to the wheelchair, rowed to the window, and opened the window.

The cold rain of the autumn night was blown into the house accompanied by the cool wind, which woke him up suddenly.

I can't die yet, and my life has not come to an end.

He looked up at the dark sky covered with dark clouds, dark gray, just like his heart that had been suffering for a long time.

But not long ago, there was indeed a shooting star passing by there. Although the light was weak, it also brought short-term warmth and beauty.

This meteor is He Pingan.

Lu Ming didn't know why, the first person he thought of was He Pingan.

But it was this child who had been with him for less than two months that made him give up the idea of ​​jumping off.

Lu Ming let the wind and rain blow on his face for a while, until he felt a little chill all over and started coughing, then he closed the window.

Sitting in a wheelchair, he knew that he could continue to endure the phantom limb pain these days. . . . .

When Lu Ming saw He Ping'an's text message, he knew why he came.

For a moment, Lu Ming's tears almost welled up.

Before opening the door for He Pingan, he even took the trouble to clean up his messy room.

I thought I couldn't be ashamed in front of the brat anymore.

What He Pingan saw was Lu Ming who had adjusted his state, but he still knew that Lu Ming was very uncomfortable.

The two of them still didn't speak, Lu Ming rowed his wheelchair back to the bedroom, he was exhausted from torture, and he didn't wear a hearing aid.

"Cough cough cough" Lu Ming stopped at the door of the bedroom and coughed a few more times.

He Ping'an threw his raincoat at the door, heard Lu Ming's cough, and wanted to run over to help him push the wheelchair.

He was also afraid that the cold air he brought in would make Lu Ming feel even more uncomfortable.

He Pingan took off his coat, rubbed his hands vigorously to warm up his whole body, and then approached Luming.

Lu Ming had no strength at the moment, allowing He Pingan to push himself into the bedroom.

He Ping'an stepped into the bedroom and felt that the room was fairly clean, but the temperature was a little low.

So he parked the wheelchair beside the bed, took a few quick steps and closed the curtains before turning around to take care of Lu Ming.

Here, Lu Ming put on the hearing aid on the bedside and looked at He Pingan.

"Why is this time coming? Shouldn't you be studying at school?" Lu Ming asked him while coughing.

He Pingan looked at the person in front of him who had lost the strength to speak, and felt distressed for no reason.

Distressed?At this time, He Pingan still had a tangled mind, wondering if he was so worried about Lu Ming, did he pity him and sympathize with him, that's why he felt distressed?

He Ping'an knew that Lu Ming was not a weak person at heart, he had endured much more pain than ordinary people, including himself.

Therefore, I have no reason and no qualifications to sympathize with him and pity him.

If it is not sympathy, what is it?I would be so worried and caring about one person if I was just dawdling around all day long.

Is it just because he cared about himself sincerely?

He Pingan just looked at Lu Ming distractedly, and never answered his words.

Lu Ming was tired, and the pain in his stump was obvious again. After all the torment he had just had, now he wanted to lie down and rest for a while.

He didn't continue to wait for He Ping'an's answer, and tried to transfer to the bed with his last strength.

It's just that Lu Ming tried a few times, but it didn't work.

He leaned back in the wheelchair and coughed again as soon as he took a breath.

Coughing out of breath one after another finally called back He Pingan who was thinking about the problem.

Regardless, He Pingan resolutely gave up thinking about why he felt sorry for Luming and a series of esoteric questions, and decided to break the can.

So be it, he thought, he always had his own way.

I just want to take care of him, and I can't see him suffering like this.

So when Lu Ming wanted to sit on the bed again, He Pingan simply helped him, and put his arms around his back and arms next to him in a posture similar to a princess's hug, wrapping him in his arms , with one arm around his stump, and quickly carried him to the bed.

In a very intimate posture, He Pingan felt Lu Ming's sudden uneven breathing.

He didn't dare to do this before, because he was afraid of hurting Lu Ming's self-esteem.

Today, He Pingan couldn't figure it out, but fortunately he didn't want to, but at the same time, he let go of the burden in his heart and stopped being awkward about it.

Sure enough, after the astonished Lu Ming came to his senses, an angry expression appeared on his pale face.