Kuaichuanzhi and Zha Gong are in deep love

Yin Zhong's shoulders were still inflamed, and Gu Yang complained while dispensing anti-inflammatory drugs for him: "I found out that after your car accident, your brain is not normal. Do you want to cook your own meat?"

Yin Zhong took a look at him, there was no such man in his memory in his previous life, he likes to argue and has excellent medical skills.

He praised him unexpectedly: "With you here, the rotten flesh can be cured."

After Gu Yang was praised, he was secretly happy, and became more courageous: "Hey, don't get close to me, I am a paid labor, remember to pay more bonuses at the end of the year."

Yin Zhong looked away from him, and turned around in the empty bedroom: "Where is Ah Shou?"

Gu Yang adjusted the infusion bottle: "Let's go out to eat, you are a big man, do you still need someone to accompany you when you see a doctor? You can finish this bottle of water at ease, and you won't run away."

Yin Zhong didn't say anything, he was really afraid that Jian Shou would run away.

The snow in the yard had stopped, and the afternoon sun brought a little laziness. Jian Shou was dressed thickly and sat on a wooden chair, looking like a soft snowman from a distance.

Gao Yan sat down beside Jian Shou, looking at the fine hairs on his face by light.

The two of them didn't speak, they just sat together quietly, the atmosphere was peaceful and comfortable, and a gust of cold wind would blow over from time to time, making Jian Shou's face blush.

Sucking the red nose, turned his head to meet Gao Yan's gaze, and said: "Sorrow and change."

Didn't even lay the groundwork, Gao Yan felt bitter and helpless: "Thank you." Thank you for still being willing to talk to me, and still willing to say condolences to me.

The man in his early thirties was no longer as vigorous as before. He hadn't closed his eyes for a while, and he was very tired.

Jian Shou shrugged and stopped talking.

Gao Yan wanted to touch his head, but stopped the urge: "It snowed for the first time this morning, and then I suddenly wanted to see you."

He smiled shyly: "You probably don't know my first impression of you..."

"It's a boy like snow."

Gao Yan looked at him softer and softer, "It's obviously not warm, but it makes people want to get closer."

Jian Shou raised his eyebrows in surprise, and heard him continue: "Six years ago, I thought I would never meet you again, but now that I think about it, it's better not to meet you again."

"That way you won't get hurt."

He was still regretting and blaming himself, and the inaudible sigh was disappointment in himself. He thought he could protect him well, but he didn't even teach his own brother well.

Gao Yan was stuck in the scene where Gao Xiaoxi fell from the building and couldn't get out, his eyes were faintly red, revealing some unbearable pain, he was so useless that no one could save him.

Seeing Gao Yan like this, Jian Shou felt that he had finally done something meaningful after his rebirth, that was to save Gao Yan.

Only he lived up to this precious life, did not treat this rare life as a purposeful game, and truly lived in the present moment, Jian Shou suddenly showed him a pure smile.

The smile that blooms in winter is more beautiful than the peach blossoms in March, and the gentle voice is like a stone falling into the pool, causing ripples in Gao Yan's heart.

He heard him say, "I'm glad I saved you back then, thank you for still living in this world."

The withered and yellow leaves were carried by the breeze, falling down at his feet, Gao Yan felt that he was dazzled by the wind, otherwise how could he become wet?

He opened his mouth somewhat awkwardly: "What if you hadn't come? No, I mean do you regret it, Ah Shou..." If you didn't save us, you might be better off.

They were not from the same world, but because of that accident, the innocent Jian Shou was involved in their chaotic emotions.

The more innocent you are, the more you will repay your kindness with revenge.

Jian Shou rolled his eyes, showing a very relaxed look: "Then you will definitely leave alone when you die~"

I laughed again, and the tone sounded like a joke, "Actually, I was born again. Saving you is not an impulse when my conscience is overflowing, I have a purpose."

He blinked, "Isn't it? In this world, there is no such thing as giving without expecting anything in return."

"Since I got what I want, I don't have the right to be hypocritical."

In fact, what Gao Yan cares about may not be whether he will survive, but what he cares about is whether Jian Shou regrets saving him and Yin Zhong.

He frowned: "I don't regret it, don't you believe it?"

He suddenly relieved: "I believe, I believe everything you say."

The thin branches and leaves can be heard falling to the ground, and the petals of wintersweet are clinging to his shoulders. Standing behind the tree, Yin Zhong wanted to laugh but couldn't, and wanted to cry but felt that he didn't have the right to do so.

When the speculation was confirmed, everything became clear. Jian Shou would save him and stay by his side just for revenge.

He hates him, he never loved him.

How did you manage to stay by your side when you were so disgusting?Jian Shou's acting skills are so good, he has deceived himself in this life, and is still complacent.

But Yin Zhong couldn't bear to blame him at all, his heartache and sadness overwhelmed all his dissatisfaction, he felt that Jian Shou should treat him no matter what.

Live again, what he sees is still his favoritism towards Gao Xiaoxi, Jian Shou should have a kind of ridicule, so he doesn't want to believe in himself, and wants to stay away from himself after revenge.

Yin Zhong didn't go forward, but turned around and returned the same way, but even so, he would not let A Shou let him go.

Jian Shou said he was selfish, but he really didn't wrong him.

But has Ah Shou forgotten that there is still one person in him who has not taken revenge, and that is Yin Zhong—the instigator of everything.

From now on, as long as Jian Shou is willing, he will help him take revenge.

A week later, Gao Yan held a funeral for Gao Xiaoxi, Yin Zhong didn't want to go and stopped Jian Shou from letting him go.

Jian Shou crossed his arms around his chest and didn't insist on anything, but just said: "I still think it's good for you to go, after all, Gao Xiaoxi really likes you."

His expression was very calm, with a frankness to state the facts, but Yin Zhong felt that it was very eye-catching, because of Gao Xiaoxi's liking, they became the current situation.

Jian Shou let it go and didn't care anymore, but Yin Zhong was still stuck in his heart, as if he was the only one left in this world who was still trapped in this muddy swamp with no way out, slowly rotting and stinking.

Yin Zhong went to the funeral, as long as Jian Shou wished, he would do it.

Gao Yan personally came to pick him up when he got off the bus. He wore black leather shoes and a black suit, with a white chrysanthemum pinned to his chest.

Yin Zhong was dressed meticulously, but Gao Yan was the first to put his gaze on his shoulder: "Are you recovering well?"

There was sincere worry in the eyes, but there was a kind of polite alienation in the tone. After all these incidents, the relationship between the brothers still deteriorated.

Yin Zhong responded with an "um", but when he looked at Gao Yan carefully, he felt dazed.

In his previous life, his memory of Gao Yan stayed at the time when he risked his life to save himself, and the unstoppable blood gushed out from Gao Yan's neck.

He clutched it desperately, his palms were hot and sticky, he hugged Gao Yan until his body completely cooled down.

At that time, Yin Zhong also fantasized about Gao Yan's appearance when he lived to be 30 years old, and his brows and eyes should be full of steady maturity.

Gao Yan in front of him was more tired and vicissitudes, Yin Zhong suddenly stretched out his fist to him, Gao Yan stared at the fist close at hand for two seconds, then suddenly realized.

There was warmth in his eyes, Gao Yan stretched out his hand to touch Yin Zhong, such a naive greeting had not been done in several years.

Yin Zhong entered the inner hall and offered a bouquet of chrysanthemums to the Lingtai. Gao Xiaoxi on the portrait smiled innocently, with a childish appearance without any worries.

Just like when he was a child, he would chase after him barefoot and call his brother, and then he would stop and hug him, and let him laugh out loud.

Yin Zhong looked away, there was a coldness in his eyes that could not go away, people's hearts should not be studied deeply, and human life should not be forced, his fingers still had the feeling of strangling Gao Xiaoxi to death, cold and stiff.

The wound on the shoulder needs air, it's always itchy and painful because it's closing.

Yin Zhong didn't stay until the funeral was over, and Jian Shou was still taking a nap when he returned home.

The heating was turned on in the bedroom, Jian Shou hid under the blanket and his cheeks were flushed, as if he had applied rouge, Yin Zhong carefully went to bed, lying beside him, his eyes fixed on Jian Shou's face all the time.

Still can't feel at ease, so Yin Zhong hugged Jian Shou again, the warm fullness in his arms finally made him sigh slowly.

Sure enough, he would feel more secure if he carried his wealth and life in his arms.

Jian Shou woke up the moment Yin Zhong approached, and then couldn't bear to close his eyes and fell asleep again. He has been lethargic for the past few days, and his reaction is getting slower and slower.

It was already evening when he woke up again, Yin Zhong had disappeared, and there was nothing around him.

Jian Shou stared blankly at the setting sun outside the window for a few minutes before slowly recovering, got out of bed and stood up.

There was a strange sense of restraint between the fingers, and Jian Shou raised his left hand only to find a very bright ring on the ring finger, shining brightly in the sunlight.

When he went downstairs, the nanny handed him a cup of hot milk. Yin Zhong and Lin Yu came out of the study together and met Jian Shou.

Lin Yu said hello to Jian Shou, and left the Yin's house quickly. He didn't want to get involved in the weird atmosphere between the two of them.

Yin Zhong came over and took Jian Shou's hand naturally: "I'll take you to add some clothes, the heating outside isn't turned on very high."

Jian Shou shook off Yin Zhong's hand reflexively, like the body's instinctive disgust, Yin Zhong froze in place, and it was a bit embarrassing to maintain the movement of raising his hand.

The three 40-year-old man laughed at a loss: "Don't you want to add clothes? Then I'll go and raise the temperature."

"Wait..." Jian Shou deliberately delayed his escape, stretched out his left hand, his slender fingers were clean and beautiful, Yin Zhong didn't have time to look, Jian Shou pulled off the ring in front of him.

The action was neat and crisp, and the valuable ring was thrown downstairs by him with disdain.

The ring made a crisp sound on the floor, just like the sound of Yin Zhong's heart cracking, it had a deafening effect.

He said: "Yin Zhong, in the last time, can you stop disgusting me?"

Yin Zhong looked at him, as if he wanted to engrave his current appearance on his heart, and let it become dripping with blood.

After a long time, he replied in a deep voice: "Okay."

Standing by the guardrail, Jian Shou saw Yin Zhong go downstairs and began to kneel on the ground looking for the ring, he pursed his lips, turned and walked back to the bedroom without looking at him again.

When Yin Zhong heard the cold door closing, he suddenly bent his back, clutching his hair tightly with one hand, his expression was trying to suppress the pain.

There is a needle tracker on the ring, and the lessons of his previous life told him that only by keeping Ah Shou by his side can he be protected well.

The ring lying in his palm still carried half the warmth of its owner, and Yin Zhong curled up his fists against his heaving heart.

In fact, whether it is a ring or an excuse, Yin Zhong really wants to be with Jian Shou forever.

But why is it so difficult.

In the distance, the tall man curled up into a fragile ball, like a wounded beast, hiding in the dark and licking his wound alone.