inferior possession

Chapter 43

Hearing this, Lu was stunned for a moment, and there was a rare light in his dark and dull eyes, and his light-colored thin lips moved, but he didn't say a word.

Pulling off his hand, Duan Congzhen looked at him, said "go out for a cigarette", and left him alone in the ward.

Even though the deer still had a needle in his hand and didn't dare to move, he still struggled to sit up, leaning on the pillow and looking out.

Duan Congzhen didn't go far, standing on the balcony of the corridor smoking a cigarette, the cigarette between his fingers exuded a scarlet light, looking dangerous and charming.

Seeing that he didn't intend to leave, Ji Lu breathed a sigh of relief and lay down again.

His head hurts badly, the infusion speed seems to be a bit fast, his stomach is uncomfortable, but he doesn't have the energy to go to the toilet to vomit, so he can only cover it with his hands in vain, hoping that the dull pain will pass as soon as possible.

There was a faint cry of a child outside the door. It was probably the child living in the next ward who couldn't stand the pain and couldn't sleep. He was making noise and stopped after a while, maybe because he was tired.

The child's cries were particularly sharp and piercing, even though the deer was disturbed to hear it, he couldn't help being a little envious.

He wanted to cry too, but he was no longer qualified to cry.

Duan Congzhen came back, glanced at him, and sat down on the chair again, "Still sleeping?"

"Sleep right now." Ji Lu looked at him quietly, hid his chin under the quilt, quickly closed his eyes, and repeated softly, "Sleep right now."

Duan Congzhen didn't respond, and looked at him indifferently, lowering his eyes, looking at the phone, not knowing what he was looking at.

A child's crying sounded again outside the door, intermittent and penetrating, especially clear in the silent night.

Ji Lu closed his eyes, couldn't help frowning, and breathed heavily, when suddenly he heard Duan Congzhen who seemed to be sitting by the bedside click his tongue impatiently.

Opening his eyes, Ji Lu saw Duan Congzhen standing up and looking for something on the cabinet beside him.

The medicines on the cabinet are all prescribed by the doctor, let him take it after breakfast tomorrow.

"Brother Duan, where are you going?" Ji Lu half propped up his body, looking at the people walking out the door in a daze.

"I'm going to see who's child is crying here in the middle of the night." Duan Congzhen held the medicine he just picked out in his palm, and opened the door of the ward, "I'll be back in a while."

"..." Ji Lu's heart tightened, he wanted to tell him not to go, but he was afraid of making him angry, so he swallowed it and nodded.

He knew that Duan Congzhen must be angry. He didn't like to see people cry, and he didn't like children. The child cried so loudly just now, he must have made Brother Duan impatient.

Ji Lu never imagined what Duan Congzhen would do to that child.

In a daze, the crying stopped abruptly.

Ji Lu was slightly stunned, his eyes refocused, and he looked at the door worriedly.A few minutes later, the door of the ward was pushed open, Duan Congzhen walked in expressionlessly, and closed the door.

"Brother Duan," Ji Lu clenched his throat when he heard the silence outside, "What's wrong with that kid..."

Duan Congzhen glanced at him lightly, "Strangled to death."

"..." Ji Lu was stunned for a moment, "You...why..."

"He disturbed your sleep." Duan Congzhen took it for granted, there was not even a trace of ups and downs on his face, and his tone was sparse and normal.

Ji Lu smiled wryly, his voice trembling, "Brother Duan, are you kidding me..."

"Yes." Duan Congzhen said.

"..."

Seeing his blank face, Duan Congzhen hooked the corners of his lips, as if mocking, "I just swallowed two pills for him and left him alone."

"What medicine?" Ji Lu looked at him carefully.

Duan Congzhen couldn't bear to continue answering, and clicked his tongue, "What's none of your business? If you don't cry, it's fine? It's so noisy, why don't I tell him to shut up?"

Ji Lu lowered his head and was chilled by his scolding, but he complied meekly, "...um."

"Then why aren't you sleeping?" Duan Congzhen looked at him with cold eyes, "You want to take medicine too?"

"No, I don't want to. Go to sleep now." Ji Lu quickly denied it, slipped into the quilt, and quickly closed his eyes.

After a while, it slowly opened again, hesitantly tilting his head to look at Duan Congzhen.

Sensing his gaze, Duan Congzhen raised his eyes and looked at him lightly.

"Can you hold my hand?" Ji Lu swallowed and asked in a low voice.

Without saying a word, Duan Congzhen lowered his eyes, looking at the man's hand with a needle sticking out of the quilt.

Thin wrists, slender fingers, cold white skin, purple or blue blood vessels buried under the skin, looking sickly, and countless small wounds on the hands.

It's been a long time since I heard an answer, even if the deer was dazed for a moment, his fingers trembled a little, and he curled up, as if he could hide his uneasiness in this way.

After a while, Duan Congzhen lazily said, "Afraid I'll run away?"

The question was rhetorical, but the tone was not sullen, even if Lu heard that he was joking, he shook his head boldly, "Not afraid."

"Bambi," Duan Congzhen looked at him deeply, "you know I can tell you're lying, right?"

"..." The adam's apple slid up and down, that is, the deer drooped his eyes, his eyelashes fluttered twice, and said honestly, "I'm afraid."

How could he not be afraid, what he was most afraid of was that Duan Congzhen threw him away because of his illness.

He survived the darkest seven years by relying on the name Duan Congzhen. Duan Congzhen was his only thought, how could he not be afraid?

Hearing that he told the truth, Duan Congzhen smiled inexplicably, but still stretched out his hand and held his needled hand vaguely, "You like me so much? Can't sleep without me?"

Ji Lu opened his eyes and stared straight at him, his eyes were full of undisguised admiration and desire, when he heard his question, he nodded without hesitation.

I just like him so much that I am afraid that he will disappear in the blink of an eye.That is, the deer managed to get up from the filthy mud just to catch a glimpse of him.

love it.Almost out of control.

Gently rubbing Ji Lu's wrist with his fingertips, Duan Congzhen avoided the needle and calmed down, "Go to sleep."

"Yeah." That is, the corners of Lu Lu's lips raised, and he hooked Duan Congzhen's fingers with his fingers, "Good night."

Without responding to his good night, Duan Congzhen seemed to be thinking of something, and suddenly asked, "Bambi, you know there are so many children in the orphanage, why did I pick you?"

With a pause on his wrist, Ji Lu suddenly opened his eyes and stared at him blankly, "...I don't know."

But in the entire orphanage, indeed, Duan Congzhen was only friendly to him, and had never had contact with other children.

"Because my mother likes you." Duan Congzhen looked at him with a flat voice, but with a bit of ambiguous affection.

As soon as the words fell, the deer immediately understood.

Duan Congzhen's mother is a very gentle and kind person who subsidizes the orphanage and sends those children to school. Because she likes Jilu, her son will also be influenced and be friendly to herself.

It never occurred to Ji Lu that such a good person would suffer such an indiscriminate disaster.

This is the first time that Duan Congzhen mentioned the word "mother" in front of him, that is to say, Lu looked at the unbearable depression between the man's brows and eyes, and his heart ached.

Regardless of the needle still stuck in the back of his hand, Ji Lu turned his wrist and gently held Duan Congzhen's hand.

Duan Congzhen lowered his eyelashes, watched him move noncommittally, did not stop him, was silent for a moment, and asked him, "Do you remember her?"

"Remember." The deer nodded.

"Is she treating you well?" Duan Congzhen asked.

"Okay." Ji Lu said, and added, "I will never forget how kind Auntie is to me in my life."

Duan Congzhen's mother loves him so much, even if Lu has no way to repay him now, he can only transfer that kind of gratitude to Duan Congzhen, try his best to treat him well, so as to repay Duan Congzhen's mother's kindness.

Duan Congzhen didn't speak, just kept silent. After a while, he raised his eyes to look at Ji Lu, "Then how shall I treat you?"

Ji Lu didn't expect him to ask such a question, his throat tightened inexplicably, but his voice fell silent. After a long time, he murmured, "...that's fine."

Duan Congzhen shook his head as he unconsciously caressed Ji Lu's cold fingers, "I'm not good to you."

That is, Lu's heart sank, and he looked at him nervously, but saw that Duan Congzhen had no expression on his face, nor did he look angry.

"Do you hate me?" Duan Congzhen stared at him and said slowly, "I treated you that way."

After the voice fell, the entire ward fell silent, the needle could be heard, and even the sound of breathing was deliberately suppressed.

Ji Lu looked at him uncertainly, cold sweat inevitably broke out on his palms, and he was not sure what kind of answer he wanted to hear.

Saying that he doesn’t hate at all, that’s really a lie, he also feels it’s unfair and unbearable, but he’s always conflicted in his heart, always convincing himself that this person is Duan Congzhen, he’s done a lot for himself, so It is worth paying for him like this, he deserves it, and if he wants it, he will give it to him.

Duan Congzhen's eyes are sharp and deep, as if he can peel off his skin and directly hit his deeply hidden heart.

He licked his lips uneasily, and Ji Lu lowered his eyes, looking at the two people's clasped hands, his breathing was somewhat disordered, and his voice was low, "Brother Duan, I love you."

He didn't want to talk about hatred, and he wasn't sure how far he could talk about it, so he could only avoid it. He couldn't talk about it, and he couldn't hurt Duan Congzhen with that kind of harsh words.

If resentment is a knife, then he would rather swallow it himself.

Hearing what he said and repeated countless times, Duan Congzhen didn't react too much, he just sneered slightly, not knowing what it meant.

"Bambi..." he sighed.

"Brother Duan?" Ji Lu looked at him hesitantly.

"My birthday, can you give me a gift?" Duan Congzhen said.

Hearing him mention this incident, Lu was stunned for a moment, and then remembered what he had heard before. Duan Congzhen hated people mentioning his birthday, because on his birthday, his mother died in a car accident.

As soon as his heart hurts, Jilu nodded quickly, "Okay, what do you want?"

"Send it as you like." Duan Congzhen's voice was calm, with a little too indifferent tone, "You can come with me to see your mother, okay?"

Listening to the man's rare gentle tone, he still asked his opinion, that is, the deer naturally had no reason to refuse, so he shook his hand lightly, "Okay, I will accompany you."

Duan Congzhen finally stopped his sullen face, smiled lightly, tucked the quilt up for him, sat down again, held his hand, "Go to sleep."

"Good night." Ji Lu looked at him.

"Well," Duan Congzhen nodded, "good night."