Wang Fugui's Counterattack

79.

There was a stabbing pain in my head, I clutched my head and rolled over in pain, Yan Qiuchi stood aside and looked at me, I saw his lips opening and closing, I don't know what he was talking about.

He walked over quickly and hugged me tightly, the sharp stinging pain became more and more intense, the electric drill drilled into my brain, there was a buzzing busy tone next to my ears, and my eyes were blank.

But I know Yan Qiuchi is still hugging me, his embrace is very warm.

I don't know how long it has been in pain, but when I woke up again, I felt like my whole body was floating in the air, and I saw Yan Qiuchi lightly embraced "I" lying on the desk, and kissed him lightly.

"I" slept soundly, the corners of my mouth were raised, I don't know what I dreamed, "I" moved my lips, and said something vaguely, Yan Qiuchi moved closer to "I"'s mouth, I also wanted to lean in to listen Listen, just thinking about it, I was sucked into my body by a huge force.

"Yan Qiuchi is a pig..."

I could feel Yan Qiuchi's dark face even with my eyes closed, so I quickly added: "It's a pig, I like it too."

A cold hand caressed my lips, my heart tightened, and the deer bumped wildly. Suddenly, my lips were pinched and pinched into a duck's mouth. I opened my eyes and glared at Yan Qiuchi angrily.

This is the young Yan Qiuchi, with a vigorous vigor, completely different from the Yan Qiuchi I met. The Yan Qiuchi I met always had a tired sense of vicissitudes.

Yan Qiuchi's brows were raised, his eyes were curled up, the water was shining brightly, and there was a smile that couldn't be concealed from the corner of his mouth, "Pretending to be sleeping?"

I stared at him blankly, unable to say a word, the young Yan Qiuchi is too cute.

"What are you doing looking at me stupidly? I heard what you said just now."

"I'm talking nonsense." I held my mouth shut, not wanting to see his complacent look.

He froze for a moment and frowned, "Then who do you like?"

"It doesn't matter to you whoever I like." I don't know where my rebellious heart comes from, anyway, I don't want to make Yan Qiuchi proud, so I purposely said irony.

Yan Qiuchi lowered his eyes, looking a little sad, my heart started to sore again, and I wanted to coax him.

"I... I actually..."

"You actually like me to death." Yan Qiuchi suddenly raised his eyes and stared at me, my face was flushed with embarrassment, and I stammered, "You fart."

"You've kissed me before, do you still want to deny it?"

I held my mouth shut: "When will we..." Before I finished speaking, a flood of memories flooded into my mind, as if I had just tasted the lemon candy at that time, and my face felt hot for a while.

"Why, forgot?" Yan Qiuchi's displeased voice rang in my ears, I was startled, and he turned my face and kissed me.

I tasted the faint taste of lemon candy again, I tentatively licked his tongue, sure enough, it was true, I took a bite of him decisively, a little unhappy, "Why did you steal my candy again, you want Why are you stealing food if you want it from me?"

He covered his mouth and stared at me for a long time, "What's wrong with eating your candy, I still want to eat you."

I had mixed feelings in my heart, thinking of my swollen buttocks, and then I heard my own voice that was not afraid of death: "Come on, let's see who eats who."

As a young and inexperienced me, I still have a heart to fight back, but I know that I will regret it one day.

This man Yan Qiuchi is simply a beast!

80.

On the day I graduated from high school, Yan Qiuchi stood downstairs in my house and waited for me very early. I looked down from the terrace and saw him standing in the shade of a tree. The joy in my heart was about to flow out, I ran downstairs quickly, he was carrying a bag on one shoulder, saw me from a distance, smiled, his eyes were full of fine water.

I ran over and threw myself into his arms, he hugged me tightly, and said affectionately: "A hungry tiger is preying on food?"

I buried my head in the socket of his neck, "Pounce on you."

"You still don't admit that you like me?"

I hooked his neck, glanced at him and then quickly lowered my eyes. I heard the sound of my heart pounding against my chest violently in my ears. Every time, my chest trembled. I still refuted him and whispered: "Who won't admit it."

I have experienced "I" and Yan Qiuchi all the way, from their ambiguity in high school, to their love in college, and all the way to work.

When I was working, the nosebleed kept gushing out. I wiped it, but it still didn’t clean it. Finally, I blocked my nose and called Yan Qiuchi. I knew the story here. I had blood cancer, which is leukemia.

I didn’t know the plot here at the time. I guessed that the author temporarily edited the text, or suddenly changed the outline. Otherwise, why did it suddenly become the official match between Bai Lianhua and Yan Qiuchi at the beginning? ?

When the doctor found out that "I" had blood cancer, "I" was still very calm, thinking it was just a small setback, because I firmly believed that I was the protagonist, and maybe my obsession with the protagonist has been around since then.

"It's okay, it will be cured." Yan Qiuchi sat in front of my hospital bed. My hair fell out a lot due to chemotherapy, so I shaved it cruelly.I touched my bald head and looked at him eagerly: "I want to eat candy."

Yan Qiuchi held my hand, took out lemon candy from his pocket and stuffed it into my mouth. I saw the candy in his pocket and suddenly smiled: "Where did the candy come from? From my drawer?"

Yan Qiuchi hummed in a low voice, and I scolded him: "You are the second generation rich after all, can you stop being so stingy."

Yan Qiuchi looked at my sickly pale face, "If you don't pick a little bit, how can you support your wife?"

My face was hot, and I withdrew my hand: "Don't talk nonsense, who is your wife."

"Whoever answered just now, that's it." He kissed my forehead lightly, "Go to sleep, the match will be found when you wake up."

"It's not that easy."

"You'll be fine."

I slowly closed my eyes at his voice.

81.

My illness became more and more serious, and my bones ached every day. Yan Qiuchi hugged me and rubbed my knees. I curled up into a ball and whispered, "I don't want my legs anymore. It hurts so much."

Yan Qiuchi rubbed my knees intently and said, "Candy?"

"I will not eat."

The massage he learned from the nurse works for me every day, and he has to go to the temple every half a month. This is the first time I saw him like this. The script has not been updated. I read the script every day, and my heart is getting worse and worse. Uneasy, more and more panic, I suspect that I was abandoned by the author.

Yan Qiuchi didn't mention the script, but I heard that he had a falling out with his family, I think he should have a script, but I don't, but why don't I have a script?

One day, I woke up from a dream, Yan Qiuchi was standing by the window smoking a cigarette, the dim light of the fire flickered in the darkness, and the smoke covered his handsome face, a sudden fear surged in my heart, I knew This kind of emotion seems to be called worrying about gains and losses?

I called him, "Qiu Chi."

He turned around and put out the cigarette butt in the ashtray, "Why are you awake? Does your leg hurt?"

I nodded, and he walked over quickly, lifted my quilt, and rubbed my knees, "Sleep, I have to get up early for chemotherapy tomorrow."

I looked at him, "Should you fall in love with someone else?"

He looked at me deeply, the hazy moonlight came in from the window, I saw the emotion in his dark pupils was unclear, and he said: "I only like you."

He didn't answer my question, but I understood what he meant.

No matter who he should like, he will like me alone.

I close my eyes contentedly.

Great, me too.