inferior possession

Chapter 122

Eyes facing each other, in the silent ward, only the slight sound of machines around, they looked at each other in silence, like two predators encountered in the wilderness, confirming each other's position in the food chain.

That is, Lu never thought that he would see this feeling in Duan Congzhen.

He is sick, injured, vulnerable, cold, dying.

"Why?" Ji Lu asked, his voice trembling.

Duan Congzhen looked at him quietly, with no emotion on his face, and after a while, he said slowly, "You are still here because I didn't ask you to come here."

"Because I hurt you like this, I have an obligation to come and see you." Ji Lu said, "I'm not as cold-blooded as you."

"Really?" Duan Congzhen asked with a chuckle.

"Yes." Ji Lu pursed his lips and stopped looking at his expression.

"Since you're not so cold-blooded," Duan Congzhen's arm hanging in the air trembled a little, pulling on the needle tube hanging on the back of his hand, he smiled, "Then do you have the heart for me to keep raising my hand like this?"

"What exactly do you want?" Ji Lu frowned, watching Duan Congzhen's blood return from the needle on the back of his hand, and the blood poured into the medicine tube.

"I just said it." Duan Congzhen said lightly.

Ji Lu stared at him, frowning, trying to see something from his eyes, but Duan Congzhen's eyes were always silent and deep, gentle and steady, as always.

"Bambi," Duan Congzhen called to him in a calm voice, "Come here and give me a hug."

The Adam's apple rolled up and down, that is, the deer's wrist was stiff and his fingers moved unconsciously.

Seeing that he was still hesitating, Duan Congzhen turned sideways and reached out to hold his wrist.

As soon as the person lying on the bed moved, the hanging medicine jars began to clank and bump into each other, and the deer watched him leaning sideways to the wound on his right shoulder, and the blood vessels on the side of the neck seemed to be torn apart, sucking in a breath of cold. gas.

The wrist was held, Duan Congzhen pulled his hand, and the slightly cold palm was pressed against the wrist, and the deer shuddered, and opened his eyes slightly in astonishment.

He knew that Duan Congzhen's hands wouldn't be too hot, but he didn't expect it to be so cold.

Seeing that he was about to sit up, Ji Lu gritted his teeth, "Don't move."

"I didn't move." Duan Congzhen didn't change his face.

Ji Lu looked at his half-up body: ... didn't move?

"Lie down." The deer pushed his hand down.

"Don't use such an orderly tone." Duan Congzhen frowned subconsciously, lowered his eyes thoughtfully, then slowly raised his eyes, and glanced at him, "It makes me think you are training a dog."

Ji Lu ignored him, twirled his fingertips, saw that he was still lying down quietly despite his unwillingness, then pulled the quilt to cover him tightly.

"It's the same as if it's not covered, I'm still dying of cold." Duan Congzhen chuckled, his voice was loose, "But thank you Bambi, although it's useless."

Jilu tucked up the useless quilt for him, looked around, and found that there was no air conditioner to turn on.

"The ICU environment is special, and the air conditioner cannot be used." Duan Congzhen glanced at him, "The effect of hugging me now is the same."

That is, the deer is speechless.

Duan Congzhen was lying down, looking at the ceiling, almost dying of illness, and still in the mood to joke, "I hope I can get a hug from you before I'm buried."

"Is it necessary?" Ji Lu pinched his brows.

Duan Congzhen stopped talking, turned his face away, and reached out to fiddle with the distress bell beside the bed.

After a while, he opened his mouth again, "Plant some evergreen trees on my grave. The tribute is yellow peaches and blueberries, no pineapples, and three sticks of incense..."

"Okay, don't talk about it." The deer's forehead was swollen and painful, rubbing his temples, exhausted to the extreme.

Duan Congzhen kept talking, "Remember to cremate me alone, don't let my ashes be mixed with other people's, that's disgusting. Can you imagine? My relatives and friends may enshrine other people's ashes in the future. I don’t know which unlucky person’s ashes will pay homage to me..."

"Duan Congzhen!" Ji Lu finally couldn't help yelling at him.

Duan Congzhen smiled and looked at him quietly.

Ji Lu finally compromised, took out his hand in his pocket, lowered his eyes, looked at Duan Congzhen's hand with a needle inserted in it, frowned slightly, and remained silent for a long time.

Duan Congzhen didn't speak, just waited quietly.

When Ji Luwei sighed invisibly, he slowly bent down as if resigned to his fate, and gently hugged him.

Duan Congzhen raised his eyebrows slightly, tilted his head and kissed the tip of the man's ear lightly, and said in a lazy voice, "Hold on longer."

Ji Lu hugged him politely for a while, avoiding his wound, and was kissed on the side of the ear, his body froze subconsciously, the man's deep and hoarse voice was extremely sick, as if he was about to die in the next moment.

The man's chest rose and fell very little, and his breathing was intermittent. Only when he got closer could he feel the beating of his heart.

Ji Lu seemed to have an illusion. He suddenly felt that Duan Congzhen's heartbeat, which was as strong as ever, gradually became weaker, like a machine that has not been wound up, and it has become difficult to even run.

Ji Lu pursed his lips, swallowed unconsciously, trying to suppress the inexplicable, sudden irritability and anxiety.

He never thought that there would be such serious consequences.

For a moment of trance, Jilu's wrist paused, and he felt something touched. Duan Congzhen's finger brushed the back of his hand, stroked his palm, and stuffed something into his hand.

The subconscious became alert, that is to say, Lu thought that Duan Congzhen was playing tricks like last time, so he hurriedly backed away, looked down, and saw the objects in his palm clearly.

that dagger.

He injured Duan Congzhen and was thrown at the resort with a dagger.

It was back in his hands.

That is to say, Lu Zhi was startled, his pupils trembled, his wrist loosened, and the dagger in his hand fell to the ground with a clang.

He pursed his lips and opened them, but he couldn't make a sound.

He looked at Duan Congzhen, but only saw his gaffe in the man's eyes.

Duan Congzhen was quiet, silent, flat, without any emotion, no matter when he was stabbed by him or when he asked him for a hug.

He was too calm, terrifyingly calm.

"...What do you mean?" Ji Lu's voice was dry and hoarse.

"Don't lose it again." Duan Congzhen said, lowering his eyes wearily.After a long time, he added slowly, "It's very expensive."

The deer's throat was dry, his Adam's apple rolled violently, his lips were straightened, he bent down without saying a word, picked up the dagger that fell on the ground, and put it hastily into his pocket.

"Aren't you afraid that I'll give you another knife?" Ji Lu lowered his eyes.

Duan Congzhen didn't answer his question, but just smiled lightly, as if listening to a child talking nonsense.

"Bambi," he said, glanced at Jilu, and answered the wrong question, "That day, you actually knew there were bullets in the gun, didn't you?"

That is to say, the deer was startled slightly, his eyes changed, and then quickly returned to normal.

Duan Congzhen was talking about the day when he dragged himself to play Russian roulette.

Duan Congzhen grabbed his hand without changing his face, and pressed the revolver loaded with a bullet to his heart.

The deer didn't continue playing, he threw the gun away.

"You know there are bullets in the gun, and I know that too. The gun is very old, and you can feel it after a few times." Duan Congzhen said lightly, with deep eyes, staring at him with deep meaning, "You didn't treat me Shoot, don't you?"

"What does it mean?" The deer's voice trembled, but he didn't deny the fact that he knew there were bullets in the gun.

He played with that gun all night, how could he not know what it feels like to have bullets in the gun.

After Duan Congzhen fired two shots, the feel of the gun changed, that is, the deer knew that the bullet was stuck in the third nest, but he just didn't expect Duan Congzhen to really play it so well.

If he hadn't thrown the gun away, Duan Congzhen's action would have really pulled the trigger.

"What can it represent? What do you want to say?" Ji Lu asked repeatedly, his lips were a little pale, he was holding the dagger in his pocket, his eyes were reddish, "Do you think I am reluctant to do it? I just don't want to cause trouble again, you are not afraid I’m afraid of breaking the law, and I don’t want to go to jail.”

Duan Congzhen looked at him with sharp and dangerous eyes, stained with an indescribable hesitation, he frowned suddenly, "Then why are you crying?"

Jilu turned sideways, raised his hand to wipe his face, his palm was icy cold, his cheeks were wet with sweat mixed with tears, he gritted his teeth, and stopped looking at Duan Congzhen's face.

Duan Congzhen looked at him, reached out suddenly, took the dagger from him, pried off the scabbard with one hand and dropped it, lowering his eyelashes to stare at the sharp, blood-stained blade.

"Bambi," he called out to him in a low voice, and slowly turned the blade in his hand to another direction, "when stabbing someone in the future, don't hesitate."

Ji Lu was stunned suddenly, his shoulders stiffened for a moment.

"I noticed," Duan Congzhen smiled, "You hesitated then, right?"

"Hesitation is a very dangerous thing," Duan Congzhen stared into his eyes, his lips parted, his voice was cold, "We must be more ruthless in the future, like this—"

Before he finished speaking, Duan Congzhen suddenly raised his hand, and the sharp tip of the blade plunged into the wooden tabletop with a sound of "Keng!", and the loud sound echoed in the ward, almost piercing the table.

Duan Congzhen let go, and the blade dangled on the table, groaning, cold and frightening.

That is, the deer's eyes fell on the thin but sharp blade, and Duan Congzhen stabbed it into the blade with great force, but there was no curling of the blade, which shows its sharpness.

Pursing his lips and closing his eyes lightly, the deer only felt that the corners of his lips were trembling unbearably, and it was extremely difficult to even open his eyes. His eyes were bloodshot, as if they were wet with mist, but he couldn't hold back his tears.

"Why don't you hate me?" Ji Lu asked through gritted teeth, his eyes were red, and his voice seemed to be squeezed out of his throat, "I have also been knifed, I wish I could kill those people, I wish I could put the blade in How can you be so calm when you see their blood and flesh in their mouths?"

Duan Congzhen stared at him quietly, under his fierce and fragile eyes, unconsciously pursed his lips, suppressing the restless and painful emotion in his chest.

"Bambi," Duan Congzhen looked up at him with a calm voice, "I saw you hesitated."

He smiled lightly, his eyes were a little distracted, as if he had fallen somewhere else through the instant deer.

"Hate?" He asked back, with a contemptuous and mocking smile on his lips, "It's okay."

Duan Congzhen looked at him with his head tilted, his eyes were rarely stained with warmth, and his tone was so light that he seemed to be talking about the weather, "When I put down the knife, it was the Bambi who loved me. When I picked up the knife, it was the Bambi I loved."

"That's what I think," Duan Congzhen smiled slightly, "If you don't hesitate to give me a knife, then I will burn you to death in the factory together with the people from Dongqingshan."

"Look," Duan Congzhen's eyes were warm, and he looked at Jilu's eyes seriously, with a shallow, deep smile that succeeded in a prank, slightly hooked the corners of his lips, and there was joy in the corners of his eyes and brows, "what's the matter?" It turned out to be better than I expected.”

The author says:

Happy May Day in advance ~ I will sleep until twelve o’clock tomorrow (no)