From Body to Love

good person.

Is he a good man?

How could he be a good man.

Gu Ze sat by the bed and murmured to Meng Fu, "I have always regarded you as a villain. Do you also regard me as a villain? Your brother says I'm a good man. I think it's funny myself. "

Then, he squinted at Meng Yi, who had been concentrating on playing mobile games, and put his palm on Meng Fu's hand. He gently pinched it twice. He felt that there was no meat in his hand. Looking at Meng Fu's face, he was even thinner.

I don't know how long later, because he stayed in the bathroom of Meng Fu's apartment last night, Gu Ze unconsciously fell asleep by the bed.

For three consecutive days, Meng Fu never woke up. Gu Ze stayed in the hospital for three days. The doctor asked him to say more warm words with the patient to enhance the patient's awareness of survival.

Gu Ze didn't know what to say or how to say warm words to Meng Fu. Sometimes he would say something he heard intermittently and say something bad about himself.

But he would never say anything like Meng Fu.

In the evening, Meng Fu finally woke up. Because of excessive blood loss, his body was very weak. It took a long time to spit out a word, "water."

With such a gentle sound, Gu Ze woke up. He quickly loosened Meng Fu's hand and poured water for Meng Fu. He carefully wet Meng Fu's slightly dry lips with a paper towel and fed him a little with a spoon.

Throughout the process, Meng Fu was very quiet, as if Gu Ze was taking care of his relatives.

After he lay down again, Guze hurried out to call a doctor.

Meng Fu knew it later. When he woke up, Guze was holding his hand, Guze was feeding him water, and Guze was calling the doctor.

He's a little confused. Shouldn't he be dead?

Is there a hospital in heaven? The ancient Ze here is totally different from the ancient Ze on earth. However, why did he go to heaven? He thought he would go to hell.

The doctor simply looked at Meng Fu's situation, which showed that Meng Fu had been out of the dangerous period, but he lost too much blood and needed a good rest. The meridians of his wrist were cut off, so he couldn't exert force on his left wrist in the future, and he couldn't return to his former appearance. He had to do some light work.

Meng Fu just listened quietly without any expression.

After the doctor left, Guze looked at him. He just looked down at the white bedding, then closed his eyes and seemed to go back to sleep.

It turned out that he was not dead. No wonder his wrist was still painful, but why did he live? It was Guze who came to save him. Why did he save him?

After receiving the nutrient solution, Meng Fu recovered a little. At more than eight o'clock in the evening, he woke up again.

In his eyes, Meng Yi was lying beside the bed. "Meng Meng, you finally have a good sleep. You've had a long sleep. "

"Yes." He replied, "who sent me to the hospital?"

"It's Ye Yan's brother. But he's not here now. He's going home to find his aunt. "

"Oh, then... Why is Mr. Gu here?"

"Big brother came by himself. Meng Meng, since you're awake, will you play with me? I'll call brother Ye Yan and he won't answer. " Meng Yi then pulled Meng Fu's arm as usual.

The pain quickly passed from the wrist to the brain. Meng Fu felt that the whole person seemed to be in a whirlwind.

"Xiao Yi, don't shake."

He was feebly saying that Guze had stopped Meng Yi first. "Your Meng Meng is ill now. Go play by yourself."

Meng Yi looks at Gu Ze's sinister face in fear and turns around. He is wronged and plays with his mobile phone in boredom. Meng Fu wanted to comfort Meng Yi, but he is weak and has no time to take care of Meng Yi.

"You're awake. Would you like some water?" Guze asked.

This kind of Guze is really uncomfortable. There is no habitual ridicule, no cold and cruel language, but he cares about him like a friend.

"Why?"

Didn't you expect him to die? Didn't you persuade him to die early? Don't you think he's pathetic and damn?

"Suddenly I don't want you to die."

If you die, I will regret it, because I find I like you, but this is not suitable to say at this time, because Meng Fu won't believe it.

Because he likes to stand out like a wolf falling in love with a sheep.

"Why?"

"No why."

"Because I don't think it's enough? Because I don't think my death is the best result? " Because I feel alive, I have more fun and think of better torture?

Besides, he couldn't think of the reason why Guze wanted him to live.

"That's not the reason."

"Mr. Gu, I don't understand."

If you don't understand, you can understand. If love can be understood, he won't like him, and he won't be late to discover his love.

Gu Ze then fed Meng Fu and drank a little water. "If you don't understand, you don't understand. I don't even understand myself. Not to mention you. "

"Mr. Gu, after such a trip from hell, I'm afraid I'll be reluctant to die in the future. I was reluctant to die, but now I am. "

He didn't want to be in the situation of lack of oxygen, despair and nowhere to live.

"Don't die, you can recover."

Meng Fu stared at Gu Ze with a strange look. Then he was suddenly relieved. He seemed to see through something. He smiled faintly. Meng Fu, what do you want to do so much? You've died once. What else can't bear?

"Don't laugh like that, Meng Fu."

He restrained his smile. Gu Ze told him not to laugh, so he didn't laugh.

Gu Ze suddenly felt that Meng Fu, who had walked through the gate of hell, was different. He couldn't say anything different. He just felt that it was very hard for people to say those hurtful words.

He was used to ridicule Meng Fu, but now he couldn't say a word.

He didn't want to see Meng Fu's smile, which seemed to contain a lot of sadness.

Meng Fu didn't smile or speak, but quietly looked at the ceiling, or at Xiao Yi playing with his mobile phone, or closed his eyes and took a nap.

Guze also sat quietly on the chair and cut the apple. Maybe it was boring or too persistent. Guze insisted on cutting the apple with one knife.

He usually feels very simple when watching TV, but when the fruit knife reaches his hand, it's not the same thing at all. How to use it is not flexible.

When the fifth fruit was cut, it was nine tenths of the time. Victory was in sight, but it was still broken.

Meng Fu sometimes glanced curiously, silent, and looked at the four chipped fruits on the table. He wanted to remind Gu Ze not to waste any more. However, he didn't want to talk to Guze.

Finally, looking at Guze's clumsy appearance, he couldn't help saying, "don't waste it."

"Oh." Guze suddenly didn't know where to put the fruit knife. He looked at the fifth apple that hadn't been cut after all and asked, "do you want to eat?"

"I don't eat." Meng Fu replied lightly.

"Someone once told me that if the apple peel is cut into one line, two can walk for a lifetime." Gu Ze remembered what he Manyu said to him that year. The woman broke when the apple peel was about to be cut successfully. For this reason, she cried for a long time, "I really want to try and find someone to live my life."

Guze always looked at Apple when he said this. He felt that he and he Manyu were born without fate, and his feelings for Meng Fu were incredible.

A lifetime is really a distant and strange word.

"Mr. Gu will find it."

"Really?" Gu Ze raised his head and looked from apple to Meng Fu's pale face. "I don't know how to face that man now."