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The reason why He Pingan thinks that Lu Ming is angry is based on the conclusion he got along with Lu Ming during his summer vacation for nearly two months and his own observations.

He Pingan felt that after getting in touch with Lu Ming, he was a very good person, perhaps because he was physically handicapped and sometimes caused trouble to others, so he was very tolerant to those around him, and sometimes he was even patient with others.

As long as he doesn't touch the bottom line, he is gentle and quiet most of the time.

Obviously, my actions today were a bit over the top.

Lu Ming was trapped in the quilt, leaning against the head of the bed, feeling exhausted all over his body.

He really didn't have the energy to deal with other things, but He Pingan's actions just now really scared him.

Lu Ming knew that He Pingan had taken good care of him in the past two months, and he had feelings for him, but it was because his appearance happened to play the role of an older male like a relative that he had never had in his life.

He is curvy, but He Ping'an is a straight guy who can't be straighter. He often even shows himself how many girls have pursued him.

But recently, I have been thinking too often and even relying on this big boy who hasn't arrived yet.

This is not a good omen, Lu Ming felt it faintly before, so when He Pingan tested himself before school started, he chose to let him leave.

If I unknowingly broke up such an ignorant boy, I would feel sorry for He Pingan, my old grandparents, and even more sorry, Zhou Ziyue.

Such a feeling that is not love would be a sin.

So He Pingan's hug just now made Lu Ming surprised, scared, and angry.

However, he was so angry with himself.

The stumps of both legs still hurt, Lu Ming held back the discomfort in his chest, pursed his lips, and looked at He Pingan.

"He Ping'an, I just asked you, what are you doing at my house when you're not studying at school?"

"It's raining outside, and I'm worried about your health." He Pingan replied slowly word by word.

This is a habit he developed in the face of Luming.

He looked at Lu Ming frankly, his eyes met, and Lu Ming read a kind of open and honest concern and worry from his eyes.

Well, that's fine.

Lu Ming suddenly felt relieved, he hoped that he was thinking too much, whether He Ping'an's actions were sympathetic to himself or pity himself, in short, it's not what he thought.

As soon as the mind relaxes, the pain begins to torment me again.

The end of the stump seemed to be pierced with a steel needle, Lu Ming's body jerked violently, and his thin back hit the head of the bed behind with a bang.

The heart of He Pingan, who stood aside and observed him, also twitched violently.

He didn't know why Lu Ming suddenly stopped being angry, and he seemed to laugh at himself with a slightly raised mouth.

All he knew was that Lu Ming must be in pain right now.

He must help him carry it.

"Lu Ming, if you hold back, I'll give you a massage."

He Pingan rolled up his sleeves, skillfully made a pot of hot water, and found an upside-down essential oil bottle on the bedside cabinet.

He rolled up his pajama pants and saw that both of Lu Ming's stumps were swollen.

He Ping'an massaged Lu Ming's legs first, and then his whole body as before.

While massaging, he casually chatted loudly with Lu Ming about what happened at school to distract him.

He Pingan: "You haven't seen the attitude of our class teacher towards me recently. It's a 180-degree turn."

Lu Ming: "That's not good?"

He Ping'an: "Well, anyway, under her eager looking eyes, I don't have the courage to read comics anymore."

"Heh~" Lu Ming laughed softly.

He Pingan worked harder, "Also, there are a few more girls who have a crush on me, but none of them can catch my eyes."

Lu Ming paused, and then teased him: "Why, are they all as non-mainstream as you?"

He Pingan refused to accept: "The color of my hair is my personality, few people in school dare to dye it like this."

Lu Ming turned his head and glanced at him: "It's nothing to violate the discipline. In your eyes, dyeing your hair is your personality?"

He Pingan didn't answer. He thought of Lu Ming's excellence. The teacher said that only the top ten in the whole grade could be admitted to the major he studied.

This may be the real personality.As for himself, he was still far behind.

He Pingan was frustrated.

The two were silent for a while, and Lu Ming took off the hearing aid.

In the misty lavender aroma, his cough became quieter, and his breathing became lighter and longer.

He Pingan stopped the massage and covered him with a quilt.

Quietly went to wash his hands, it was past ten o'clock, He Pingan thought about it, and decided to spend the night by Lu Ming's bed tonight.

Lu Ming's situation is not very good, he is worried about what will happen again at night.

In the middle of the night, He Pingan, who had fallen asleep sitting in a wheelchair beside the bed, felt uneasy from the sound of Lu Ming on the bed.

He Pingan rubbed his eyes and woke up, hearing Lu Ming whispering something indiscriminately.

Knowing that Lu Ming was having a nightmare again, he worried that he was not feeling well, so he got up to turn on the light.

Crack, the soft light illuminated the darkness of the room.

He Pingan saw Lu Ming's eyes closed tightly, his face flushed, and his hand pressed tightly against his chest, as if he was having difficulty breathing.

He Ping'an touched Lu Ming's head, it was very hot, he had a fever.

"Luming? Wake up." He Pingan pushed Luming, leaned down and whispered in his ear.

Before he knew whether Luming could hear it, Luming suddenly opened his eyes.

He Pingan was startled by the despair and fear in his eyes, and hurriedly straightened up.

"You have a fever, get up and take your temperature first." He Pingan looked at Lu Ming as naturally as possible and said, he didn't know why he was nervous because he peeped into Lu Ming's privacy.

Lu Ming didn't notice this, and nodded weakly, followed by a violent cough, heart-piercing.

During the 5 minutes of taking his body temperature, Lu Ming kept staring ahead in a daze.

Tonight he dreamed of a scene he had never seen before.

In the dream, Zhou Ziyue was sitting next to him in a dimly lit hut, very close.

Lu Ming hadn't looked at him so carefully for a long time, he told himself to breathe lightly, don't wake up, and didn't even dare to move, just staring greedily at Zhou Ziyue's face.

By the way, Zhou Ziyue has Danfeng eyes with single eyelids, his nose bridge is straight, his lips are thin, and he always smiles gently and quietly when looking at people.

Although he was handsome, he was honest and not at all sentimental.

Zhou Ziyue is very devoted to himself, very nice, very nice. . . . . .Die to protect yourself.

Lu Ming's brain remembered the ending between him and Zhou Ziyue, and the characters in the dream began to change.

Zhou Ziyue's face became covered in blood, he looked at himself with resentment in his Danfeng eyes, and said, "I'm leaving."

Lu Ming was still thinking, Zhou Ziyue had never had such an expression.

Then, the people around him slowly turned into a big pool of blood, which flowed towards the crack of the door.

No matter how blood flows, it will not stop.

Lu Ming was left alone in the small and dark space.

He felt hot and cold all over his body, it was difficult to breathe, and his chest hurt.

He is uncomfortable.

He wanted to stand up and leave the room quickly, and then remembered that his leg was already disabled. He watched his leg get shorter little by little, and it was painful.

It was a beam of white light and the sound of voices that seemed far away in his ears woke him up.

It was like the day the surgery was over.

As Lu Ming thought about it, He Ping'an's magnified face suddenly appeared in front of him.

He saw He Pingan cursed.

"Fuck, you have a fever of 39 degrees, go for a walk and go to the hospital."

Lu Ming hated the hospital instinctively, so he shook his head and couldn't say it.

He slurred his words, and then coughed again.

He Pingan was in a hurry, and came up with a violent temper and shouted: "If you cough like this, it might be pneumonia. Who are you to blame for doing it yourself?"

As he spoke, he stood still and tugged at his messy yellow hair.

The two confronted stubbornly.

Lu Ming looked at He Pingan in a daze, remembering that there are still many people in this world who care about and love him.

Forget it, he thought, it was just a new nightmare, and he should have gotten used to it by now.

Lu Ming silently put on the hearing aid and began to wear artificial limbs.

He Pingan was still angry, seeing that he agreed, he suppressed the anger just now and said to him: "Don't wear this, I will push you in a wheelchair."

Lu Ming shook his head.

He Pingan rolled his eyes, and his temper flared up again.

Lu Ming ignored him, dressed neatly, and called a car with the mobile app.