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Wei Ling lowered his head, felt Wen Zhuo's movements, and subconsciously leaned forward, wanting to lean into Wen Zhuo's arms.

I have grown up so much, even in front of my mother, I will not have such soft emotions.

"Don't move." Wen Zhuo said softly.

Professor Yang turned off the water and said with a smile, "Mr. Wei, it's almost enough to show affection."

Wei Ling replied, "I understand your loneliness as a single dog."

"I think being single is a very safe thing. Maybe tomorrow you will cry and beg me to give you some nutritional supplements."

Wei Ling tilted his head, always feeling that Professor Yang's words... might come true.

Because the physical gap between himself and Wei Ling was too great.

Immediately, all the moods that were about to move were put away.

The two were walking back to the dormitory.

The walk here is relatively narrow, and almost two people can pass at the same time without bumping into each other.

Wen Zhuo's hair was still wet and stuck to the back of his neck.

Wei Ling owed his hand and stroked his knuckles.

"What's wrong?" Wen Zhuo stopped and asked.

Wei Ling couldn't see his expression clearly, but he knew that Wen Zhuo wasn't angry with him.

"I'm just curious." Wei Ling pretended it wasn't a big deal, and walked past Wen Zhuo.

Wen Zhuo stretched out his hand and embraced him.

"Curiosity?" Wen Zhuo's voice was low, as if there was still steam from the bathroom.

"Okay... curious... the back of your neck..." Wei Ling subconsciously wanted to put a distance between the two of them.But Wen Zhuo clasped his hands tightly.

I can't break free at all, and it has a bit of coercion.

"The back of my neck, what makes you curious?"

Wen Zhuo got closer, Wei Ling suspected that this guy did it on purpose.

He pushed Wenjuan hard, his gaze moved a little away, and he was held back again.

"Go to my mind and take a look, you will know... What is there to ask!"

Wei Ling regretted it after finishing speaking.

There are so many messy things in my mind, why do I have to show Wen Zhuo.

"I like to hear you talk to me." Wen Zhuo replied.

Wei Ling could feel that Wen Zhuo was serious, not joking at all.

"That...you...you haven't heard that sentence, you still hold the pipa and half cover your face. Your hair is wet, sticking to the back of your neck...just...it makes me want to lift it up and have a look." Wei Ling felt that he was going crazy.

Why did he discuss this with Wen Zhuo in a serious way!

"Then lift it up and look, are you disappointed that there is no sense of mystery?" Wen Zhuo asked again.

Wei Ling froze for a moment, remembering Wen Zhuo's reaction, and kept asking him "Would you like it" and "Would you like it?" Could it be that Wen Zhuo was always worried that his liking for him was just a temporary feeling, or that he had been Not sure what I like is true.

Now, Wen Zhuo asked him if he would be disappointed.

"No. It looks...very reliable." Wei Ling tugged on Wen Zhuo's shirt.

Wen Zhuo suddenly lowered his head, Wei Ling's lips were pressed hard, and he tightened Wen Zhuo's shirt.

This time Wei Ling was really a little scared, because the kiss was not only sudden but also hasty, without any tenderness at all.

Wen Zhuo seemed to have been thirsty for too long, and he was on the verge of madness when he endured it to the limit. Wei Ling's little affection and even his response were like a drop of water, which couldn't quench his thirst at all, but gave Wen Zhuo an excuse to indulge.

His embrace was so strong that Wei Ling couldn't break free at all, only knowing that his feet had left the ground, and Wen Zhuo hugged Wei Ling with only one hand.

Wei Ling swayed, this time grabbing Wen Zhuo's shoulder.

The shirt he had just put on was already crumpled by Wei Ling. He raised his head, focused on Wei Ling who was being picked up by him, and opened the door with the other hand.

When Wei Ling was placed on the bed, he subconsciously supported his upper body and backed away.

But Wen Zhuo quickly approached.

Wei Ling was annoyed in his heart, owed everything with his mouth and hands, but when the critical moment came, he didn't know how to face Wen Zhuo at all.

"If you're afraid of me, I'll go to the side." Wen Zhuo stretched out his hand and stroked Wei Ling's half-dried hair.

"I'm not afraid of you...you go to the side, I still have to think about you."

After Wei Ling finished speaking, he felt stupid.

But then, Wen Zhuo kissed him again.

Wei Ling's heart was beating fast, and he suddenly realized that since the reunion till now, Wen Zhuo had kissed him many times, and each time... was suppressed and wanted to be presumptuous.

What kind of person is Wen Zhuo? It would be so tempting to ask him to kiss someone on his own initiative.

"You like me very much, don't you?" Wei Ling asked.

"Like it to the point of death."

Every word Wen Zhuo said was very clear, and it sounded very light, but Wei Ling felt it was so hard.

It was as if a white light had exploded in my mind, and everything was out of control.

Wei Ling leaned up and hugged Wen Zhuo and kissed him silly several times.

He knows that there are almost nothing in this world that is cherished.

If you can make him say "I like it to the point of dying", then it doesn't matter if he will really die for him.

"I... I didn't even know you cared about me so much..." Wei Ling's face was very hot.

Not only hot on the face, but also in the heart.

"I'm not good at saying nice things...but I want you to know."

Wen Zhuo closed his eyes, and put Wei Ling's finger on the center of his brow.

This is him inviting Wei Ling to enter his brain and read everything about him.

Sometimes in the face of the purest and hottest emotions, words or kisses are all pale.

He wanted to take out his heart, let Wei Ling hold it tightly, and feel his blood and madness.

Wei Ling could hardly resist such an invitation.

He relied on Wen Zhuo, so he didn't need to hear him say the word "focus", because there was nothing in this space, and all he could see and feel was Wen Zhuo.

All his thoughts were collected by Wen Zhuo, gently dragged, and went to another world.

When Wei Ling opened his eyes again, he found himself sitting on a hospital bed.

He turned his face and saw a 25-year-old young man with his wife sitting beside him and feeding him.

Wei Ling watched it for a long time before realizing that this was many years ago, when Wen Zhuo had just received a bone marrow transplant and was in the hospital.

Unexpectedly, as soon as she entered Wenzhuo's memory, she went back so long ago!

Wen Zhuo took the phone on the bedside table and glanced at the time, it was about 11:30 noon.

He lifted the quilt and stood by the window.

The nurse lady who came in to make the rounds saw it, and quickly reminded: "Wen Zhuo! Put on your clothes, don't catch a cold!"

Wen Zhuo nodded, but looked at the road below the inpatient department without moving.

Eighteen or nine-year-old Wei Ling rode in wearing a sun hat and carrying a schoolbag.He was wearing a white T-shirt over a plaid shirt.

The hem of the shirt blows high with the wind, like a dragging wing, ready to take off at any moment.

Wei Ling parked his bicycle downstairs in the inpatient building, and then ran upstairs with his schoolbag on his back.

Because it is meal time, there are so many people who come to deliver meals, and it takes a long time to squeeze the elevator.

Wei Ling ran straight up the stairs.

Wen Zhuo's ward was on the fifteenth floor. Wei Ling ran up in one breath, and lay down in front of the nurse's station, panting.

At this time, it was also the busiest time in the ward, and the family members of all the patients basically came to deliver meals.Parents and wives greeted each other warmly, Wen Zhuo was out of tune with this atmosphere, so he deliberately walked into the hot water room.

Because from here, we could hear Wei Ling chatting with the nurse.

"Sister, can you help me give this to my classmate?" Wei Ling's voice was full of a smile, and a little coquettish.

"Got it! Got it! You still don't want to see him today?" the nurse sister asked.

"I don't want it anymore... How embarrassing to see me... He thought it was our professor who asked someone to give him the meal, so let him always think so. Sister, how did he eat the steamed ribs yesterday?" Wei Wei Ling asked again.

"It's all finished. Every time you send him, he has finished eating. Although he doesn't seem to talk much, he is better than his patients." The nurse sister said with a smile.

"Oh... Are you still taking all the medicines that you told his doctor in charge last time?"

"It's in use. That professor of yours is really kind. Not only did he advance the hospitalization fee, but he also advanced the expensive imported medicine! You are also very good. I heard that you went to run errands to pay him the money."

"Sister, don't say that I handed it in. Just say that the graduate students brought by the professor came to run the errands, okay?" Wei Ling said in a pleading voice.

"Got it! You too, you are so kind to him, why are you so afraid that he will know?"

"If he knows, he won't treat his illness well. When he recovers and goes back to school, it's a done deal. I'll tell him again."

After delivering the meal, Wei Ling turned around and left.

Wen Zhuo quickly walked out of the boiling water room, returned to the ward, and came to the window.

His heart was beating fast, and he kept staring at Wei Ling's bicycle parked there.

Until he saw Wei Ling leaving the inpatient building, he bent down to unlock the lock, pressed his sun hat, and then rode away neatly.

Wen Zhuo clasped his hands on the window sill, watching quietly all the time, it was a kind of nostalgia and reluctance, during this boring time in the hospital, his only expectation every day was Wei Ling.

"Wen Zhuo, your professor sent someone to bring you food." The nurse sister smiled and sent the lunch box and soup to his bedside, "Eat it while it's hot, don't let people down."

"Yeah." Wen Zhuo nodded.

He opened the lunch box, and inside were okra fried beef slices, cucumber scrambled eggs, and the rice was firmly pressed on the other side of the lunch box.

The person who cooks for him knows very well that he likes to be neat, even the food in the lunch box is arranged squarely.

Wen Zhuo could almost imagine Wei Ling picking up vegetables seriously with chopsticks.

Obviously just saw Wei Ling and heard him speak, but now he started to miss him.

Wen Zhuo clasped the lunch box with his fingers, and he realized that if he was really going to die, he would actually not be reconciled.

Because he is dead, he will not know that someone has done all this carefully for him every day.

"Ah, classmate, someone brought you food again today?" The patient on the bed next to him stretched his neck and took a look, "Hey, the food is not bad! There is also soup! Pea pork rib soup!"

"Yeah." Wen Zhuo put his hand on the thermos.

The meals that Wei Ling sent over were very light. Although the taste of the whole dormitory was salty and spicy, Wei Ling basically sent Wen Zhuo's favorite dishes every time.

At first Wen Zhuo thought it was a coincidence, but after a week, Wen Zhuo felt...it was amazing.

No one has ever cared about what he likes, not his parents, not his classmates since he was a child, not even those female classmates who confessed to him because of his good looks and good grades, but Wei Ling just knows what he likes to eat.

It was the first time for Wen Zhuo to discover that he was being treated carefully. This was a...very special feeling.

But Wen Jue didn't want that to be sympathy.

"Who brought you the food?" The patient next to him asked curiously, "It seems to be sent to the nurse's station every day, but he just didn't come to see you?"

"My classmate." Wen Zhuo replied.

"Student? She must be a kind-hearted and gentle female classmate, and she has always been secretly in love with you. Brother, I have been here. Your classmate gave you food but dared not see you. It must have been rejected by you when I confessed to you in the past. No. Otherwise, you are usually too picky and cold, and people can only watch from a distance and dare not approach."

"I never refused him." Wen poured out the soup and took a sip.

Very fresh, the peas are stewed rotten, and there are a lot of ribs.

At first glance, Wei Ling asked the chef in the cafeteria to cook it in a small stove.

"Then is she pretty?" The patient in the next bed rarely heard Wen Zhuo speak, and couldn't help but chat with him a little more.

"nice."

"How good-looking? Are they big eyes? The one with fair skin and soft-spoken voice?"

"The eyes are big and white...the speech is not very gentle and a bit noisy."

Wen Zhuo didn't know what he was obsessed with, but he even talked about Wei Ling with others.

"Hey, classmate! That can't be called noisy, but 'lively'." The patient next door said with a smile, "And the life can't be too quiet! Before I got sick, my wife babbled in my ear every day. , My mind is buzzing. Now that she is sick and hospitalized, she has to go to work to make money during the day, and she gives up her break at noon to deliver meals to me, so I just want to hear her babble!"

Wen Zhuo clasped the soup bowl tightly.

He thought too.

I want to hear Wei Ling speak.

I thought he was sitting on the upper bunk, covering his legs, and the bed board made a creaking sound.

Think of the sound of him leaving the dormitory while patting the basketball.

Thinking he couldn't find another sock, the sound of tumbling around.

I think he stayed in bed in the morning, and after ringing the alarm clock of his mobile phone seven or eight times, he let out that "hmm--".

In fact, in the end, Wen Zhuo knew that he only missed that guy.

Wen Zhuo thought that he was going to die soon, so he thanked Wei Ling for his care for him, although it was meaningless.

But now that he survived, his father and mother found a reason to make a fuss again. The other students just left a message of "get well soon" and "wait for you when you come back" in WeChat, and there was no message.

He found that after he survived, it seemed that this world still had nothing to do with him, but Wei Ling still came almost every day.

It wasn't a show, it wasn't an expression of sympathy, and it wasn't Wen Zhuo's gratitude, because whenever Wei Ling had the slightest sense of superiority as a giver, he would come to Wen Zhuo to ask for his gratitude.

But Wei Ling even carefully maintained Wen Zhuo's self-esteem, which he no longer cared about.

Every time Wen Zhuo thought of him, it was an addiction... and Wen Zhuo knew that he couldn't quit him.

As the weather cools down, there will be more rain.

A week later, a series of thunderstorms came.

The rain was so dense that Wen Zhuo couldn't hear anything except the sound of rain.

The patient in the next bed is calling his wife: "My wife! It's raining too much! Don't come! If you fall and knock, I will die of distress!"

Wen Zhuo stood up and went to the window, but Wei Ling hadn't come yet.

He looked down at the time.

Today is Tuesday, and the morning class should end at [-]:[-].

But now it's 12:30.

Wen Zhuo took out his cell phone and wanted to call Wei Ling.

He opened his address book, only to find that there were only a few people in his list. Wei Ling's mobile phone number was still when he first entered school, and Wei Ling typed it into Wen Zhuo's mobile phone by himself.

At this time, a figure in a dark green raincoat came downstairs to the inpatient department.

Even if he couldn't see his face, Wen Zhuo recognized Wei Ling at a glance.

Wei Ling took off his raincoat, shook it under the eaves, and entered the inpatient building.

Wen Zhuo felt a warm and burning emotion in his heart, he walked out, he wanted to go to the nurse's station to see Wei Ling, but when the elevator opened with a sound of "Ding--", he still subconsciously Went to the hot water room.

Because he didn't know, if he stood in front of Wei Ling and knew that the professor who came to bring him meals every day was not arranged by the professor, would Wei Ling never come again.

"Hey, handsome boy, I thought you weren't coming today!"

The sister nurse handed him a tissue to wipe his face.

"It's too small today! As soon as my car got out of the school gate, it hit the street!"

"Let me see, are you hurt?"

"No... just fell into the water, it's chilly. My classmate hasn't eaten yet, right? Can you help me take him in first?"

"What do you think... why are you so nice to him?"

"Take him to be pretty, won't you?"

"Ah? You...with him..." The sister nurse was bluffed by Wei Ling.

"Hahaha, I'm just kidding you!"

"You boy!" The sister nurse pressed Wei Ling's head hard, "Seriously!"

"To tell you the truth...then make him smart but not tactful. Sis, you know, some people, when you see him the first time, you know that this is the type you admire. I admire him a lot... No one cares about him, he can live his own life. I was spoiled by my parents since I was a child, so when I saw him like this, I felt... I felt very powerful and admired. Do you understand? Even if no one supports him He, he can... he can also ignore everything and walk the path he wants to go."

Wei Ling was lying on the nurse's station, looking at the nurse sister seriously.

"What? That's it? There is no unreasonable love or unreasonable hatred in the world. I don't understand your appreciation from the soul."

"Just... a handsome guy like me is chased by many girls in school."

"I can see, then what?"

"Then there was a girl's ex-boyfriend who wanted to punish me. He asked someone to call me out of the self-study room, and then secretly took the papers on my computer for the exam, and then watered down my computer. Not only that, but he also submitted my thesis, which was praised by our professor! I stayed up all night to make up the thesis, and was said to be similar to him and suspected that I plagiarized him!" Wei Ling's voice was full of righteous indignation.

"and then?"

"Then, in class, in front of all the classmates, Wen Zhuo said that he saw how that guy was messing with my computer. He also straightened up and suggested that the professor conduct an academic investigation and let me and that bastard accept the defense. The professor at the time His face turned green, that bastard still wanted to beat Wenzhuo! Fortunately, I brought my brother and stopped him!"

"Have you done your academic investigation?"

"Of course it's passed, who am I! Although I usually don't take classes seriously, I wrote the papers myself! But when the professor publicly said that he suspected me of plagiarism, Wen Zhuo was the only one who supported me. So, I will also Stand him to the end."

"Tsk tsk tsk, now I have found the reason why you love him!"

"You're the one who loves him! I appreciate and respect you!" After Wei Ling finished speaking, he looked around, worried that his voice was too loud and Wen Zhuo could hear him.

"Don't be poor! Go back to school quickly and change your pants! If you catch a cold, it's your own!"

The nurse sister took the lunch box and walked out of the nurse's station.

Wei Ling chuckled twice, pressed the elevator and went down.

When the sister nurse brought in the lunch box and soup for Wen Zhuo, the patients in the next bed were all envious.

"Oh, I said classmate, you really have to treat him well in the future! Don't be suspicious anymore! Where can I find such a good girlfriend!"

The nurse sister glanced at him: "How do you know it was given by a girl?"

"Look at the torrential rain outside—they can still come to deliver food, this is either blood and flesh, or the power of love!"

When the words "blood and blood" were mentioned, Wen Zhuo turned his face coldly.

When he was diagnosed with this disease, his "blood relatives" came to make a fuss.

Wen Zhuo opened the lunch box, and the dishes inside were not as neatly arranged as before.

Thinking of Wei Ling falling at the school gate, and falling into the water, something in Wen Zhuo's body became tangled up.

The blood couldn't pass through at that moment, and it was so blocked that it panicked.

For the first time in his nineteen years of life, he felt this way.

In the afternoon of this day, Professor Cao came to visit him and told him to take good care of his illness.

"Professor Cao, thank you. I also paid for the imported medicine in advance, and I will pay it back to you."

Professor Cao looked at Wen Zhuo with surprise and bewilderment in his eyes. He seemed to realize something, and immediately said, "Take care of your body. Don't think about anything."

Professor Cao himself is not good at lying, even though he has reacted quickly to cover up, he was still caught by Wen Zhuo.

At that moment, Wen Zhuo's heart beat fast, and a certain answer was ready to come out.

Wei Ling kept saying that he took Professor Cao's money to pay for Wenzhuo's imported medicine, but if the money wasn't from Professor Cao, it was from Wei Ling himself.

Is he a fool?

When Professor Cao left, Wen Zhuo immediately picked up the phone. He wanted to call Wei Ling, but he didn't get through, which showed that the other party's phone was temporarily unavailable.

Wen Zhuo opened Wei Ling's WeChat, and remembered seeing him selling things in his circle of friends a while ago.