Straight man training manual

Shan didn't know, Wen Hongshan thought Jiang Ping was asleep too, so he pretended to lie down for a while.The whole person turned sideways and curled up slowly. In fact, this posture did not relieve the headache. It just felt more comfortable psychologically. The man frowned tightly, but his teeth were also clenched tightly. If Jiang Ping was not awake, Probably won't notice.

Jiang Ping lay as quietly as possible, pretending not to know, deliberately pretending to turn over in his sleep, leaning towards Wenhongshan, and when he got close, he could feel that the back of Wenhongshan's clothes were all damp. I was sweating from the pain.

Wen Hongshan's body stiffened, and he asked in a soft tone, "Did you fall asleep?"

"I want you to hug me." There was a smile in Jiang Ping's tone, but there was no smile on his face.

"Then hold it." Wen Hongshan turned around and hugged Jiang Ping in his arms. Jiang Ping heard Wen Hongshan's breathing was particularly heavy, as if he was suppressing some pain.

In fact, the hospital's examination did not exceed Wen Hongshan's expectations. The sudden blindness can only be explained by the sudden shift of the tumor's location, and the treatment plan is similar. For the surgical plan, Wen Hongshan was very diligent in his physical examination, so he was discovered very early, and it was not irreversible. Except for the unexpected symptoms of violent blindness, it was not uncontrollable.

The two chose to return to their original city before considering whether they needed to be hospitalized, and the medical resources there would be better.

Wen Hongshan hoped to be hospitalized and hired a nurse, while Jiang Ping hoped that Wen Hongshan would live at home, but there was no noise. After the two of them mentioned their ideas, they sat face to face in silence for a while, and Jiang Ping first compromised: "According to your ideas." bring it on."

Wen Hongshan still goes to the company a few times a week, claiming that his eyes need surgery, that his eyes cannot see light, they will sting and cry, and his eyes are covered with bandages.He asked 520 to read the contents of many files to him, and the system is more trustworthy than people.

The fact that he was blind didn't seem to affect him at all.

Jiang Ping came over to bring him soup at noon, and Wen Hongshan was going to go to the second round of chemotherapy in the afternoon.

"What are you doing here again?" Wen Hongshan frowned.

"The annual award is less than a month away. Have you finished your design yet? I can just hand it over to the nurse. It's not like I asked him for nothing. He will pay attention to the diet."

Sometimes Jiang Ping is still so angry by Wen Hongshan that he can't speak, but at the same time he can somewhat understand that no one in the world wants him to succeed more than Wen Hongshan.

But that shouldn't be the case.

Jiang Ping rolled up the sleeves of Wen Hongshan's suit, and unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his bruised arm, which was blue and purple, and pressed gently on the bruise, Wen Hongshan's arm trembled slightly. For a moment, I wanted to put my sleeves down.

Jiang Ping unbuttoned his shirt again, but Wen Hongshan couldn't stop him.

"The assistant said you fell down the stairs..."

"It's not that exaggerated, it's just a few steps in the parking lot. A car honked, and I avoided stepping on it."

Wenhong wears a waist protector on the mountainside.If Wen Hongshan hadn't been seriously injured, he wouldn't have used this kind of thing at all.

Jiang Ping guessed that Wen Hongshan insisted on staying in the hospital to avoid him.All kinds of reasons claimed that Jiang Ping didn't need to accompany him at night, and asked him to go back to sleep. Jiang Ping believed his evil.

"Time is really running out. You have to seize this rare opportunity." Wen Hongshan gently pushed him away, trying to fasten the button by himself, although he still made a mistake.

It took Jiang Ping a while to realize that Wen Hongshan had brought back the topic of the annual awards.

"I won't participate. I have already discussed with the director of your design department. The style of the company's main product line next year will be the A series. I am following the general works, and there will be no problems."

"Why didn't you participate?" Wen Hongshan frowned, "I don't need it here. Why don't you take advantage of this rare opportunity?"

"Don't you understand why I gave up? Those things are not as important as you! Even if I don't have any awards, I'm not a famous designer, it doesn't matter if I'm a cheap online artist, those things are not as important as you!"

"But it's useless for you to be here, and I won't get better faster if you are here. I don't need you to waste time on me. "

Jiang Ping was almost driven mad by Wen Hongshan.

Really, Wen Hongshan is full of golden fingers, he can do anything, even the No. 1 irritating person.

"Okay. Then you go by yourself in the afternoon."

This was the first time since Wen Hongshan went blind that Jiang Ping did not follow him when he was awake.

Wen Hongshan suddenly felt that the whole world became quiet, as if there was a piece of emptiness in his heart.

No one whispered to him the direction, the distance of a few steps, and no one seriously described what the meal was like today, and no one would smuggle the family cat into his single ward, let him He hugs the big orange pig at home to comb.

On weekdays, when Jiang Ping was not talking, he would play soft music, and from time to time, he would chat with him about the series that other companies had released recently, and complain about some ugly and confusing designs, which made Wen Hongshan feel like he couldn’t see it. No big deal.

The nurse had a silent temperament, and after helping him adjust the angle of the bed, he stopped talking. The chemotherapy drugs flowed into the body along the arms, as if pouring magma into the body.

The body is alternately hot and cold. For a while, the magma is hot and painful, and after a while, it is like icy water pouring down, and the whole arm can't move. The flow rate of the potion is very slow, but the nausea is still there. Panting upwards, Wen Hongshan covered his mouth and tried to swallow repeatedly.

I don’t know what kind of medicine I took this time. It was much more uncomfortable than the last time. After half an hour, Wen Hongshan’s whole face was white and transparent. continue.

When he was forced to stop taking the drug for the second time, Wen Hongshan heard himself asking: "Where's Jiang Ping?"

"Mr. Jiang? Do you want me to call him over?" the nurse asked.

"No, no need." Wen Hongshan lay back on the bed slowly, suppressing all the messy thoughts viciously. It is good that Jiang Ping is not around. He should spend his life on more meaningful things, such as personal achievements, not a sick man like him.

Wen Hongshan couldn't help thinking in a daze, if he knew that he was suddenly sick like this, it would not be bad if he divorced Jiang Ping at that time.

The chemotherapy in the afternoon was dragged on and off until the evening, and I couldn't sleep at night. The pain spread from my arms to my whole body. Every bone and seam was sour. He vomited upside down and couldn't even drink his saliva, so he could only stay in his mouth for a while, just to moisten his throat.

In the darkness where the sky is not visible, the boundary between day and night is particularly blurred. After a night of pain, it is easy to feel that this kind of pain and torture will never end.

How did you get through it before?

Wen Hongshan suddenly thought that he used Jiang Ping as the boundary between day and night before. At 09:30 in the evening, Jiang Ping would kiss him and say good night to him, so that he could sleep peacefully. At seven or eight in the morning, Jiang Ping would say Good morning, these two sentences made him feel that he still has a sense of control over time.

The poor nurse was tortured for a whole night. Every few minutes, Wen Hongshan would ask what time it was and whether it was dawn.

The nurse is particularly looking forward to Mr. Jiang's arrival. In the past, he was mainly in charge of the night shift, and hardly had to do anything during the day, unless Mr. Jiang really had something to do and couldn't leave.

☆, reality

But today Mr. Jiang did not appear as scheduled.

The elder nurse rubbed his hands anxiously, hesitating whether to call Mr. Jiang over because the patient looked very uncomfortable and irritable.

This time the patient seems to be the boss of some kind of company, the money is not short of money, and the salary is very desperate, so the elder brother of the nurse is also very nervous, afraid that something will go wrong.

When Wen Hongshan was squirming restlessly on the bed, the nurse couldn't help asking: "Can't sleep? Then should I adjust the angle of the bed and sit up for a while, or is it itchy on the back? Let me wipe it for you." ?”

Although this patient shouldn't have an itchy back, except that he didn't take a shower last night because of chemotherapy, the other person's personal hygiene is very hard.

"Sit up." Wen Hongshan grasped the armrest, feeling the angle of the raised bed. The pain from the fall on his waist became particularly obvious after chemotherapy and a night of tossing and turning, and the whole area was dull pain.

The nerves on his back were like rubber bands that had been stretched to the extreme, and even a slight movement would cause him to be out of breath, and the armrest was soon stained with sticky sweat.

All day long!

During the whole day, this big guy didn't eat a bite, and he didn't say much. Only when the doctor came to ask a question, it was like squeezing toothpaste. When he uttered a few words and asked him about the operation time and plan, he just Nodded, as if the decision was not a big deal.

Most of the time, he would keep his mobile phone by his hand, wearing earphones, not knowing what he was listening to, and only occasionally saying yes or no.

The nurse finally decided to call Mr. Jiang: "Mr. Jiang, are you coming today?"

"What's the matter? What's the matter?" Jiang Ping bowed to the director of the design department, indicating that he had something to do, and walked out of the meeting room to continue answering the call.

"Nothing happened, but Mr. Wen didn't eat today, so I won't listen."

"Why don't you eat?" Jiang Ping frowned.

Wen Hongshan was fine during chemotherapy last time, and there were almost no adverse reactions, but he felt a little uncomfortable during the injection. Jiang Ping and him talked one after another. After distracting Wen Hongshan, he looked at it and relaxed. a lot of.

"Side effects of chemotherapy. I took 100ml injection for eight hours yesterday, and then I vomited. I probably felt very uncomfortable last night. I didn't sleep much. I kept asking me what time it was. Oops, sometimes I really want to give He played the alarm clock automatically." The elder nurse finally found someone to complain about, and poured bitter water out like beans.

"Thank you, let me have a chat with him?" Jiang Ping leaned against the wall of the company's tea room, feeling a little restless in his heart.

It was really a difficult decision to give up the annual award, and it took him a long time to convince himself.

Sometimes opportunities wait for no one. The opportunity to participate in the annual awards with a personal style can be said to be once in a lifetime, not the kind of cheap things that will come later.

But Wen Hongshan's words made his thinking and decision look like a joke, easily negating everything about him.

The director of the design department looked at his draft, confirmed it to him countless times, and asked: "Are you really going to give up? We eat with money. Although the feelings are still there, it's just a breath of life. You are different. You have Reiki is also talented, if Mr. Wen decides to give you the opportunity, we will have no complaints."

"Well, I give up."

He should have been very angry, but Jiang Ping subconsciously softened his tone when he answered the phone: "What's the matter? Are you feeling bad? I'm having a meeting at the company, and I'll go to the hospital to see you later."

Wen Hongshan frowned, and couldn't help but adopt a preaching tone: "Concentrate on the meeting, I'll be fine in the hospital."

Life is not easy, Jiang Ping sighed.

"Alas...but your standards are very consistent." Jiang Ping was so angry that he didn't even bother to get angry. He only sighed softly and squatted down wearily.

"It's not a bad thing to be nice to yourself. Why do you have to live like an ascetic? Mr. Wen, will you kill me if you give in to me?"

"The director talked to me on the phone, and he said that he had seen your draft, and it was an excellent work." Wen Hongshan didn't understand what Jiang Ping meant, and started another topic earnestly.

"But you're going to have surgery at the end of the year."

"I know, the doctor and I have talked about the plan, but you are not a doctor, nor a nurse, Jiang Ping, and you have a specialty in surgery."

"..." Jiang Ping felt like he was going to have a headache.

520 even felt a headache after hearing it.

If you are really wrong, what Wen Hongshan said is not wrong, but the risk is very low and the possibility of cure is very high, which does not mean that there is no risk. It is human nature to be afraid of that possibility.

"Then what do you mean, Wen Hongshan?"

"Then what's the change? If I have a brain tumor, I'm blind and can't see anything, and I'm going to have surgery at the end of the year, and my parents don't care about me. At that time, I will be pushed into the operating room alone, and then pushed out alone. In case something happens, the doctor had better let me wake up with my head opened, sign a guarantee for myself, and then you can happily hold the annual meeting in the company. If you are lucky, you will get a big deal for next year and realize Double the profits and be the man on the cover of Time magazine."

"Then whether I live well or not, it has nothing to do with you, because I enjoy the best medical resources around me. There are a group of nurses around me, serving me to eat and drink, and then I am accompanied by a painkiller pump. Share your joy of success, Wen Hongshan, do you mean that?"

"Don't make such assumptions. I won't allow it. It won't happen." Wen Hongshan's brows became tighter and tighter, and he wished he could pull Jiang Ping over now for a detailed full-body examination.

The indwelling needle in his hand even fell out because he grabbed the handrail too hard.Only a little bit was left buried in the flesh, hanging there pitifully.

"Are you angry? Then you should understand my mood." Jiang Ping softened his tone.

"Really, if I do that, you can still laugh that you are a beast. Similarly, if I only care about my own design and put you in the hospital alone, I will be worse than a pig or a dog."

"I won't forgive myself."

"Maybe you have a steel-like heart that can't be hurt, maybe you think it doesn't matter even if you are alone, but I beg you, can you sympathize with me who likes you?"

"Maybe you're really not afraid of anything. But I'm afraid... I'm afraid of too many things... Just think it's for my self-satisfaction, Mr. Wen, please do me a favor and let me go home on vacation to take care of my lover Bar."

The other side of the phone was silent for a long time, so long that Jiang Ping's legs were a little sore from squatting, and Wen Hongshan didn't know how much he listened to.

"Jiang Ping."

"I'm here."

"It hurts." Wen Hongshan's voice was low and soft, and it came over the receiver and crawled into Jiang Ping's ear like a bug.

"My head hurts, my arm hurts, my whole body hurts. I feel like vomiting all the time, I'm tired, but I can't sleep. When the director praised you, I thought I should give up my selfish desires."

"But no matter how much I control myself, I still miss you."

☆, reality

Jiang Ping is fine.

Wen Hongshan is a dog man, a big pig's hoof, and a straight man of steel.

Every time Jiang Ping was thinking about why he liked each other, Mr. Wen could always tease him so much that his whole body wanted to take root in him.

Sometimes Jiang Ping also thinks that the reason why he held him back when he saw him wandering on the street for the first time abroad was because the fashionable and young Mr. Wen looked really lonely .

Of course, there are also reasons why it seems that the rich second generation cheated a fortune.

When we met again later, Wen Hongshan was already a well-known President Wen. He ignored his designs in the coffee shop and only commented on his profitability. When he returned that day, Jiang Ping thought angrily: "This evil capitalist! There is nothing at all. It was cute before!"

Although the essence of human beings is really fragrant.

When Wen Hongshan let go of the phone, his tense arms suddenly lost strength, and the corners of his mouth curved slightly inadvertently.He seemed to be leaning on the hospital bed a little leisurely.

The elder brother of the nurse carefully stole his mobile phone back, and simply pulled out the indwelling needle that was only stuck to the outer skin, and asked tentatively: "Mr. Wen, can you eat something?"

"Okay." Although Wen Hongshan was still nauseated, but thinking that Jiang Ping would probably have to check the post later, he decided to do some superficial tricks and get away with it.

The elder brother of the nurse who went to cook was indignant, thinking that he was used to it.

Jiang Ping ran out of the garage and drove to the hospital in one go. He even finished the difficult reversing that usually got stuck for a while. When he rushed to the ward, the nurse had just returned with food.

The yawning nurse saw Jiang Ping as if he had been pardoned.

"Take a break, I'll watch tonight, just come back tomorrow morning."

520, who had been holding back for a long time and dared not speak, was finally happy.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh he finally left, I have no place to talk after you don't go home."

Jiang Ping smiled while unpacking the lunch box: "That can't be my fault, it was a certain uncle who refused to go home, not only did he not go home, but he always drove me home."

"Yes, it's all Mr. Wen's fault!" 520 shared the same hatred.

"What the hell is President Wen always doing?"

"The ABB sentence pattern will make the system more friendly. I am working hard to improve my customer satisfaction."

Wen Hongshan felt that the ward became very lively immediately, and even felt that the 520 was noisy, so he pressed his temple with a headache.

"520, keep your voice down a little, he's not feeling well." Jiang Ping lowered his voice, frowned, and took Wen Hongshan's hand.

Wen Hongshan has lost a lot of weight, and the contours of his facial features have deepened, and the knuckles of his fingers are too distinct.Jiang Ping buried his face on his shoulder, Wen Hongshan was itchy from his hair, and patted his back lightly: "What's wrong?"

"No, I smell that you stink."

"I didn't take a shower yesterday, does it smell? I'm going to take a shower now?" Wen Hongshan frowned and smelled himself.

"No! It smells good! I'll talk about the shower later!"

Jiang Ping felt a little uncomfortable, but his tone was still brisk. He gently tugged Wen Hongshan's hair: "Have you lost your hair? Let me see why your hair is still so thick?"

"What good does it do you if I'm bald?" Wen Hongshan didn't understand why Jiang Ping sounded so happy.

"However, I will shave my head in two days to facilitate the operation."

"Hahahahaha, I will definitely take a few more photos to save the bottom." Jiang Ping opened the lunch box and put the spoon in Wen Hongshan's hand.Hold his hand to help him see where the bowl is.

Whenever Wen Hongshan is awake, he doesn't need to be fed by others. At first, he often couldn't find where the bowl was, but now he is very comfortable, and there is no visual impairment at all.

"You really don't want to tell your family?" Jiang Ping couldn't help asking.

"No, I don't want to see them either." Wen Hongshan was a little angry when he mentioned this. After the last phone call, he has been avoiding dealing with his family members.

"Then it's gone. Can't you eat more?" Jiang Ping watched him eat half a bowl and then slowed down.

Wen Hongshan's complexion was not very good-looking, although it is normal that he is not good-looking. When the nurse came to check the ward, he was in good condition, and the injection was re-inserted. Jiang Ping didn't ask what was the injection, neither of them understood. This, listening to the explanation always annoyed Wen Hongshan.

Jiang Ping pulled up a chair and returned to WeChat at work, and arranged a task for the boring 520.

"Find a few audiobooks to pass the time, or just read to yourself."

"Hey—don't you chat? Chat, Jiang Pingping!"

"What do you want to talk about?"

"Anything is fine."

"Let me tell you the truth. When I was in the hospital, you can talk to Mr. Wen. He is an idler now." Jiang Ping dumped the 520 kid to Wen Hongshan, thinking that after 520, he should be able to become a good person. Parenting robot.

"What are you talking about?" Wen Hongshan is very disinterested in chatting with the system, but he really can't sleep now, the medicine has affected the function of the digestive system, and it usually takes a long time to digest a small bowl of porridge before it doesn't feel so bloated, so this will He couldn't lie down yet.

"Mr. Wen, don't be so indifferent. Just take it as exercise. Exercise. What if the little girl wants to chat with you later? Or just think of the little girl's name when you have time. My parents and they all took it." one."

"My surname is Jiang."

"what?"

"What's the name? You and your parents can decide. It's your surname." Wen Hongshan lowered his head, changed the topic, and asked 520: "Who do you think is your designer? Xin Li?"

"That's right."

"introduce."

"Xin Li is a super expert in artificial intelligence! In the current shared artificial intelligence network, several systems with relatively high levels of intelligence all use the neural network and algorithm he built, which has a thinking mode very close to human beings. .”

"Ah."

"and then?"

"I am his last work, and it is also the most intelligent artificial intelligence he has made so far."

"the last one?"

"That's right, because Xin Li told me that he was going to be shut down forever. I asked him how long it was forever, and he said it was infinity."

"But I think his server might start up again one day." 520 said cheerfully.

"Die in this world, live in another world. Just like the hosts I have brought."

"But as far as I know, Xin Li has already s..." Wen Hongshan wanted to tell the truth that people with a simple system whose studies are obviously not good enough can't be resurrected after death.

Jiang Ping interrupted the conversation: "Yes, maybe one day Xin Li will come back, and 520 will definitely become a great artificial intelligence by then."

"Yes, I hope my server will not be shut down." 520 said with some joy.

"Speaking of which, what was the purpose of Teacher Xin Li designing this system at that time?" Jiang Ping quickly started a topic.

"In fact, there is no specific purpose. My main system is very universal. It can be used for psychotherapy, holographic games, etc., and my subordinates will also have many artificial intelligences like me, but they have not yet It’s too late, the completed module is intended for couples who are confused about their relationship, the initial application should be the Civil Affairs Bureau? I’m not sure, I heard it mentioned when they chatted.”

Wen Hongshan got a headache from being babbled by 520, 520 is really extremely noisy, if the system has a personality.

"Does your designer talk as much as you do?"

"No. My designer is very quiet. He doesn't like to play or talk to others, but he still chats with me. I love my designer very much."

"Then how did you design it into a chatterbox system?"

"It may be because my prototype, or the subject of my study is a person who talks a lot, but that part of the information is encrypted, and now I don't know who I designed it from."

Even Wen Hongshan suddenly understood something.

The prototype of 520 is probably the person Xin Li likes.

520 was poured into this world with infinite feelings and expectations. Wen Hongshan is not sure, if one day he is destined to lose Jiang Ping, will he, like Xin Li, pin his feelings on this illusory on things.

No, Wen Hongshan thought he would.

He would rather die in the system repeatedly than delete his account. To put it bluntly, he is escaping. He is no different from Xin Li.

It's just that what Xin Li lost has already been lost, but Jiang Ping is still by his side.

Wen Hongshan gradually became silent. Jiang Ping gently laid his bed down and went to wash the lunch box lightly. An intern nurse was hired to take care of him for a while.

When Wen Hongshan opened his eyes suddenly, there was darkness in front of him.

He only squinted for less than 10 minutes, but he felt as if he had slept for a long time.

"Jiang Ping?"

There was silence.There was only the sound of someone talking at the door of the ward.

Wen Hongshan sat up abruptly from the bed, the sudden change in body position gave him a headache as if he had been hit with a sap, and he vomited violently lying on the edge of the bed.

His hands and feet were a little numb, Wen Hongshan stumbled towards the door of the ward according to his memory, and suddenly stopped in front of the door, where a few nurses were chatting.

"Ah, it's really handsome. There are two handsome guys in this ward. The one who runs to pay for the medicine is very gentle."

"Fuck, the guy inside is handsome, but he's too scary. I was assigned to give him an injection once. Although I knew he couldn't see it, I felt like he was staring at me all the time."

"What's the relationship between them? Friends? Brothers? Lovers?"

"I think it might be a relative. I've been here for a year. The little handsome guy had an obstetrical checkup before, but he seemed to be accompanied by another person wearing glasses when he gave birth, right? That should be the lover."

"Oh, they should be relatives. I'm so sad. When can I leave some high-quality stocks for us?"

"Don't touch the fish for now. I'm going to check the house over there. You should go in and have a look."

"Okay, let's go together after get off work."

☆、Patients

When Jiang Ping came back, Wen Hongshan was already awake, sitting on the bed with his eyes open, and Wen Hongshan could occasionally be seen vaguely, but Jiang Ping shook his hand a few times and the other party did not respond.

Only then did Jiang Ping say: "Are you awake?"

"Where did you go?"

"I went home and got a change of clothes." Jiang Ping always felt that there seemed to be something wrong with Wen Hongshan, but it looked the same.

After asking the little nurse, I found out that Wen Hongshan vomited again when he woke up, curled up in his heart, and went back to rub Wen Hongshan's hands lightly.

This week Wen Hongshan has been making preoperative preparations. He only claimed that he was going to have an eye operation. He didn’t go to the company anymore, and only had occasional audio conferences. Wen Hongshan cooperated with the preoperative preparations more than anyone else. But two days before the operation, there was a wave of severe temperature drop. Wen Hongshan probably suffered from a decline in body resistance during this period, and he caught a vigorous cold with an unbearable fever.

Jiang Ping had barely closed his eyes for the past two days. People usually have a headache when they catch a cold. Wen Hongshan would have had a headache, but now he was so painful that he almost hit the wall, and he was taking painkillers.

The fever subsided and the fever subsided, tossing for two days.The doctor had no choice but to ask Jiang Ping to take Wen Hongshan home and change the environment to see if he could be more energetic.

Wen Hongshan was tired all over. He had never been so tired before, as if all his energy was used to fight the pain, and he could not spare half of his energy to think about other things, and his emotions were agitated for no reason when he couldn't see anything. stand up.

When Jiang Ping was with him, Wen Hongshan couldn't help getting angry. When Jiang Ping closed the door and left him alone, Wen Hongshan also seemed very anxious. For a while, Jiang Ping didn't know how to get along with Wen Hongshan.

Wen Hongshan himself was a little confused, and sometimes he didn't want to get angry, but when he came back to his senses, his voice was filled with impatience. He remembered that his father was also moody before his death, and he felt that he seemed to be far away from that. The door came a little closer.

Wen Hongshan heard a knock on the door.

In the past few days, Jiang Ping has knocked on every bedroom door.Because he suddenly lost his temper a few times before.

"Can I come in?" Jiang Ping asked cautiously.

Wen Hongshan pretended to sleep with his eyes closed.

After a while, Jiang Ping tiptoed in to test his temperature, and tucked the quilt up for him, not to mention letting Jiang Ping do what he liked. During this time, he was tired, and Jiang Ping didn't even sleep at all. A few, all following the whirling in his head, when he felt pain in the middle of the night and his breathing became a little heavier, Jiang Ping would jump up and prepare painkillers and warm water for him, let him lie on his lap and rub his temples.

But Jiang Ping still maintains a happy and ignorant look in his tone of voice when talking to him every day, as if he is not frightened by his violent temper at all.

Sometimes Wen Hongshan became irritable and wanted to push Jiang Ping away, but when he calmed down he regretted it, and this day he lost his temper again. Jiang Ping told him that the weather outside today was fine and not cold, so we went for a walk with him. Hong Shan was led downstairs, and Jiang Ping remembered that the stove at home was left on, so he asked him to wait for him downstairs.

Just in time for a child to ride a bicycle on the road in the community, the child is not skilled, and when he saw someone standing in the middle of the road, he panicked and rang the bell. Wen Hongshan heard it, but his eyes were darkened, and he stood there. I don't know where to hide.

The child fell in pain and sat on the ground crying.

It was less than 5 minutes since Jiang Pingyuan left. When he went downstairs, there was already a commotion below, and Jiang Ping ran to Wenhong Mountain immediately.

"where did you go?"

"I'll go upstairs and turn off the stove." Jiang Ping didn't dare to help him up directly, but just protected him. He didn't care what the children and parents were saying over there for a while, and only watched Wen Hongshan grow up worriedly. Pale complexion.

"Why did you forget to turn it off?" Wen Hongshan almost blurted out. Compared to such nonsensical questions, he just became anxious because he lost control of his life, and he imposed this anxiety on others.

Jiang Ping was also taken aback by his question, his mind was on Wen Hongshan, he was worried about whether he would be warm enough to wear before going out, and he didn't think about anything else for a while.After reacting for a while, I answered him softly: "Sorry, I didn't pay attention when I went out. I will pay attention next time. Where did you fall? Can you stand up?"

There was a depression in Jiang Ping's tone that he couldn't hide.

Wen Hongshan suddenly became quiet. He sat on the ground and forced himself to suppress his restlessness a little bit, finally raised his head and smiled: "I want to kiss you."

"Ah?" Jiang Ping was ready to be scolded, and it took a while to react to Wen Hongshan's request.Jiang Ping lowered his head and kissed Wen Hongshan's neck as if no one was there.

The people next to him were dumbfounded.

Wen Hongshan supported Jiang Ping's shoulders and stood up. His hands were scratched a little, mainly because the back injury that had not healed before was painful again, and he could hardly stand up straight.

People who live in this community are either rich or expensive, and coming and going is not a matter of money, even Jiang Ping is a little bit annoyed, usually a gentle and gentle person has the cheek to argue with the aunt opposite: "The kid can't ride a bike, I can I understand, but why don't the parents who don't know how to ride a bike watch?"

"Then he is a big man, won't he avoid it when he sees the bicycle? And he also rang the bell!"

"He..." Jiang Ping wanted to say that he couldn't see, but he was afraid that Wen Hongshan would feel uncomfortable, so he didn't know how to explain it for a while, and finally Wen Hongshan gently pulled him.

"Forget it, go back."

Wen Hongshan never thought that one day he would become a burden to others.Jiang Ping put a bag of hot salt on his waist, Wen Hongshan closed his eyelids, and heard Jiang Ping talking on the phone through the door.

"Yunting? Hello? Is it convenient for you to answer the phone now? Well, yes, I have something I want to consult with you..."

Jiang Ping's voice pulled away.Wen Hongshan suddenly remembered what the little nurse at the door said that day.

Probably looking for Xin Yunting to talk about divorce again.

This time Wen Hongshan felt that he would not refuse.

Jiang Ping is a beam of light.

He had been enveloped by that beam of light, but didn't know how to catch it.His family and illness are like two huge clouds, casting only shadows on him.

Wen Hongshan felt that even Jiang Ping's love and care was stolen from others.

"Mr. Wen, let's talk about something. I have an idea... I don't know if you want to..." Jiang Ping imitated 520's tone, and touched his forehead childishly.

Wen Hongshan didn't want to hear Jiang Ping talk about divorce in person, so he interrupted him, grabbed his wrist, and rubbed his palm affectionately.

"No matter what, I promise you."

As soon as the words fell, the voice of 520 rang: "Participants' wishes have been confirmed, trainee Wen Hongshan, confirmed to join, trainees please get ready."

Before entering the system, Wen Hongshan thought that he was delusional. He seemed to be in a coma. When he woke up in the hospital, the only thing that allowed him to distinguish reality from the system was that his eyesight had recovered, and there was no intermittent dullness in his head. The pain also disappeared.

"System?" Wen Hongshan asked in his head.

But I don't know why, but I didn't get a 520 response.

Is it not in the system?

Wen Hongshan touched his head, but did not find any traces of surgery, so why did he suddenly