Love you, never separate

After talking with Dr. Wang for a long time, Li Yang went back to the room, quietly closed the door and looked at He Qing on the bed. He was still in the same position as before. He was relieved.

He carefully took a step, ready from the end of the bed around to the other side of the bed, just stepped out of a step, feel the footsteps a bit loud, he pause, think for a while, took off the slippers, lift in his hand, barefoot around the bed, slowly lifted a corner of the quilt and drilled in.

His heart is very confused, all kinds of messy ideas in his mind keep turning, he can't sleep at all.

He turned over, supported his head with one hand, and looked sideways at He Qing's sleeping face. He Qing's sleep was still heavy and quiet as if it were a frame picture. If his chest was not still undulating, Li Yang would have reached under his nose to sniff.

He Qing's soft outline is more gentle when he sleeps. Although the light is dark, Li Yang clearly looks at his face.

Li Yang looked at He Qing for a long time. He Qing looked like a normal posture, but Li Yang felt that he Qing's body was like a piece of glass, which could not withstand the blow. It was like a dandelion. Just a little blow, it turned into floating catkins.

Since he knew he Qing, he has seen all kinds of He Qing in just a few months. From the beginning to now, he Qing has given him a kind of attitude full of hope for life. He really can't associate He Qing with people who are full of frustration and hope for life.

Maybe he Qing's hiding is too good. In front of him, he always smiles. Even when he breaks up with Zhou Li, he changes his face in a second when he sees him. It's like nothing happened. Even he feels that he Qing really wants to break up with Zhou Li at that time.

However, now that he thought about it, he felt that he was really naive and ridiculous. In the final analysis, he probably didn't know enough about He Qing. He Qing was just used to wrapping his emotions in his heart, and only released himself when there was no one around, licking his wounds alone.

If he Qing couldn't bear it and vomited blood this time, he probably won't know he Qing got the disease until the end.

He Qing is never good at words. No matter how familiar he is with the people around him, he will not say such things at will.

Standing in the position of He Qing, I think that the closer people are, the less they want to tell their illness, because they are afraid to see their sad expression for him.

He could not imagine how desperate He Qing would be when he heard that he was suffering from this disease. At that time, his grandmother was still in the hospital and needed his care. How did he Qing survive?

How does he Qing keep smiling in front of others? Although he couldn't feel the same about what was just presented to him, he could see that it must be extremely painful.

He Qing's pain is obviously not the first time. It seems that he has been used to it. He can't even imagine how many nights he Qing has suffered this pain alone.

No one around, alone after the pain, the next day go out like a nobody, as usual to make breakfast for him, smile and say hello to him, go to work as usual.

If these things happen to him, he will probably collapse directly. He will feel that the whole world is dark, and even can't pick up the spirit to do other things. He will become more and more depressed.

He didn't dare to think about it deeply. Every time he came up with an idea, he felt the heart of details sink down. His whole heart was astringent, like being soaked in a jar of traditional Chinese medicine. It was bitter, and it was endless after taking it out.

I don't know how long it took for him to lie back in bed, tossing and turning, but he couldn't sleep. He lost sleep.

It wasn't until dawn that he felt sleepy. As soon as his eyelids sank, he went to sleep.

He Qing had a deep sleep that night. He was woken up by the alarm clock during the day. He squinted sleepily and looked at the light coming in through the curtains. Then he slowly sat up and stretched himself.

He turned on the light at the head of the bed and looked at Li Yang, who was sleeping with his back to him. He laughed and pulled up the quilt for him. Then he turned over and got out of bed to wash.

After washing and gargling, he put on his clothes, took a look at the time, and then sat by the bed looking at his mobile phone. He didn't know if Dr. Wang was awake at this time. After thinking about it, he sent a text message to Dr. Wang by the way.

As soon as his news passed, the door was knocked. For fear that Li Yang would be awakened, he got out of bed and opened the door in a hurry.

Doctor Wang stood outside the door, looking at He Qing with a smile, and asked, "how's it going? Did you sleep well last night? "

He Qing nodded, then asked: "so early ah, I thought you would sleep for a while, very hard to rest for a day."

Dr. Wang leaned against the doorframe and looked at He Qing with a smile. He said, "I'm used to it. I have a biological clock. I wake up at a little bit, and then I can't sleep any more."

He Qing also laughed, said: "well, that's good, healthy!"

Dr. Wang held the doorframe to the door, leaned forward and looked into the door. He pointed to the bed that had been exposed for a little half. Looking at He Qing, he asked, "where's Li Yang?"

He Qing said: "I haven't woken up yet. I'm still sleeping heavily. I'm tired from training."

Doctor Wang nodded and touched his chin. "Well, I guess I didn't sleep well last night."

"Probably." He Qing didn't recognize Dr. Wang's meaning, didn't ponder it carefully, and laughed.

Time is almost up, he Qing see Li Yang did not wake up, there is no way to go to the bedside, gently patted Li Yang's shoulder.

Li Yang may be sleeping too much. He Qing's little strength has no effect on him at all. He just deviates a little, smacks his mouth and goes on sleeping.

He Qing can only open the curtain, let the sun illuminate the whole room, and continue to push Li Yang's shoulder, soft voice called: "Li Yang, Li Yang, get up."

After about a minute or two, Li Yang opened his eyes, narrowed a small slit, and stared at He Qing for a while. Then he responded, "well, what time is it, brother?"

"It's ten o'clock. Get up, wait for breakfast, and then go to sissy's house." He Qing to Li Yang caught him sleep up that piece of stupid hair, just said.

Li Yang patted his head and said, "ah, how can I sleep till now..." after that, he scratched his dishevelled hair again.

He Qing chuckled. He had never seen Li Yang so soft before.