"Xiaoyuan?" Wei Qian was a little surprised and asked, "I didn't say... why did you still run back?"

But Wei Zhiyuan didn't say anything, just stared at him blankly, with no focus in his eyes, and his eyes were scattered as if they were filled with the whole room, with nowhere to focus.

Wei Zhiyuan went to Wei Qian's office to get the documents, and suddenly saw a key inserted in the drawer at the bottom of the desk.

Wei Qian never locks cabinets, whether at home or in the office - and he usually doesn't use the kind of drawers that he needs to bend over to hold.

Wei Zhiyuan didn't know why he suddenly felt so strongly curious. Later, he thought, probably because he was always uneasy, so he walked over quietly and opened the drawer.

The drawer is indeed not commonly used. It also has a unique smell of furniture that has not been opened for a long time. It is covered with a layer of dust. There is no other thing, and there is only a physical examination report.

The hospital service for the physical examination was thoughtful. Not only did the report be bound into a book, but it also explained in detail every indicator that ordinary people could not understand. Even a mild dental caries listed the recommended treatment plan.

So when Wei Zhiyuan saw the "shock of the lungs", he felt that he had "fooled" in his heart and jumped away.

Fortunately, the doctor listed a series of possibilities that may cause lung shadows, especially suggesting that people who have had pneumonia may cause pseudo-tumors due to inflammation.

This incident cast a shadow on Wei Zhiyuan's heart. He came back with his things with great concern, absent-minded, almost broke a red light when he arrived home, and then stopped behind the line with a sudden brake.

As a result, the breath was blocked. Before he could even float up, Wei Zhiyuan heard Wei Qian's words at the door.

He stood at the door, and he turned a deaf ear to Wei Qian's question. Wei Zhiyuan felt a buzzing sound in his ears and his vision began to darken. He couldn't help but reach out and hold the wall. His heart was like a cicada, but it was cold inside. A coolness rose from the soles of his feet, and in an instant, it frozen the blood flowing in his body.

What was Sanpang saying to him? Wei Zhiyuan watched his mouth move barefootly, and his hands and feet were almost poking his nose, but he didn't even blink his eyelids, as if he had lost the ability to react in an instant.

The dead legs did not move for a long time, and Wei Zhiyuan even felt that if he knelt down, he would never get up again.

Something broke the bones all over his body, leaving only a little bit of the joints that was in danger, and was still struggling to support him.

He knows how to be obsessed with his own strength, but he has truly experienced what it means to be obsessed with the infatuation and what it means to be completely lost.

Sanpang shouted and said, "Qian'er, come and see, what did this child hear? I see this expression is wrong!"

Wei Qian walked over and gently patted Wei Zhiyuan's face with his palm: "Xiaoyuan?"

Wei Zhiyuan's scattered gaze gradually condensed into a little under his touch. His eyes were cold and deep, like two wells that could not be seen at first glance, shining, a little scary, and could not be broken out.

Suddenly, Wei Zhiyuan shook, and he seemed to take a deep breath. As if he wanted to speak, he was choked by something suddenly. He turned his head to one side and started coughing violently.

Wei Zhiyuan covered his mouth, and was choked and couldn't breathe. His eyes quickly turned red, and then blood flowed out through his fingers.

Sanpang shouted: "My mother! Why is this still bleeding?"

Wei Qian was also startled: "Xiaoyuan, don't cover it, I'll take a look."

Wei Qian tried to break Wei Zhiyuan's hand, but felt like he had touched a dead body, which was so hard that he was brittle. He suspected that his hand was too strong, and perhaps Wei Zhiyuan's arm would fall off in a "crack".

At this moment, Wei Zhiyuan suddenly stretched out a hand and grabbed Wei Qian's uninjured wrist.

Wei Qian was pinched so hard that he felt so painful. He tried to retract his hand several times, but he couldn't pull it out, and the oily skin was almost rubbed off by that kid.

Wei Qian suspected that Wei Zhiyuan had misunderstood something. He didn't care that Sanpang was still present. He wrapped his arms around Wei Zhiyuan's waist and gently knocked his stiff back with his wrist: "It's okay, brother is still here, Xiaoyuan, Xiaoyuan?"

It was originally dry in winter, but Wei Zhiyuan was suddenly stimulated and his blood pressure soared sharply. The capillaries in his nose exploded, causing bleeding noses, and choked into his mouth. This made a thrilling scene that almost bleeded in his seven orifices.

After a while, whether it was Wei Qian's stubborn comfort or Wei Zhiyuan coughing out his lungs after choking, his reason finally began to slowly recover.

Wei Zhiyuan realized something and let go of Wei Qian's wrist. Then he staggered, pushed Wei Qian away slightly, turned around and walked into the bathroom, rinsed the blood in his mouth, then pumped a wet wipe, and cooled his nose with a cold surface.

"It's so embarrassing." Wei Zhiyuan thought, pressing his hand on the bridge of his nose, feeling that the dim bathroom made him dizzy, so he closed his eyes and stood motionless for a while. He successfully blocked Wei Qian in his consciousness for a short time, and his breathing and heartbeat calmed down little by little.

Wei Zhiyuan felt that his nerves only trembled gently in a very small amplitude. Occasionally, he would pull them into a membrane as big as a palm. He thought these "occasionally" were already the ultimate, until just now...

That was really at the critical point, and he almost couldn't come back. Until now, he could feel his tightening nerve slowly contracting, and the pain was as if he was pricked everywhere.

Sanpang looked at Wei Zhiyuan awkwardly, then looked at Wei Qian again, and his eyes were circling between the two, winking, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Ten minutes later, Wei Zhiyuan's cooled nose stopped bleeding. He wiped it clean, walked out with a blank expression, picked up Wei Qian's wrist that he had grabbed. He saw that the wrist seemed to have been scratched by a female ghost, leaving behind a row of clear black and green fingerprints.

Sanfat twitched his face and muttered, "Dear, how powerful?"

Wei Zhiyuan didn't say a word, found the bruising and damage ointment from the drawer where the medicine was kept, dug a little and applied it to Wei Qian's wrist, and pushed it away slowly and vigorously. Wei Qian was so painful that he thrust, and then Wei Zhiyuan held it down without moving.

It took Wei Zhiyuan to ask, "What's the matter with the physical examination report?"

His voice was hoarse and his tone was plain. He seemed to be the tranquility before the storm, which contained the huge energy that was about to come. Wei Qian suddenly felt guilty inexplicably and couldn't help but look up at Sanpang.

Sanpang: "What do you think I'm doing? It's all you, you can scare people out of your mind - stop talking nonsense, and honestly explain the causes and consequences to the organization!"

At this point, Wei Qian could feel that Wei Zhiyuan's fingers were still cold, so he had to avoid the important and talk about what he planned to do in the operation. Finally, he specifically emphasized that the tumor was benign and it was definitely okay. After Sanpang was calling, he learned to erase all scary words such as "mostly". After the packaging of the language, it sounded like he really planned to cut the appendix.

Although Sanpang asked him to explain it himself, he couldn't help but look at Wei Zhiyuan's expression and added: "Yes, your brother is right, nothing is wrong. We were just chatting about an old thing. If you hear it, don't take it to your heart."

"San brother." Wei Zhiyuan interrupted Sanpang's words expressionlessly, rubbed the blood off Wei Qian's wrist, pulled out a napkin from the table, wiped the fingers that were stained with medicine, and said without any fluctuation, "You believe what he said?"

Sanpang: "…"

He touched his head and found that he seemed to be a little too honest.

"I don't believe a word." Wei Zhiyuan looked straight into Wei Qian's eyes and said word by word, "You don't need to explain anymore, I won't believe anything you say."

Wei Qian: “…”

"Brother Third, please refund my air ticket. If you are anxious, please ask someone else to go there first."

Sanpang asked tremblingly: "Where are you?"

"From now on, I will lock him at home. I can't go anywhere except the hospital. Whether it's a check-up or surgery, I will always be there. I will go to the doctor to explain the situation. I need to be the first to know everything." Wei Zhiyuan's expression and voice were leaking out of ice. After saying that, he also consulted President Tan's opinion politely, "You have no objection, right?"

Sanpang decisively betrayed his friend and shook his head like a rattle.

"That's good." Wei Zhiyuan said. He didn't even look at Wei Qian, and stood up and said to Sanpang, "I'll give you a gift."

Sanpang was "sending off" by him just like sleepwalking.

When he walked to the elevator entrance, Sanpang came to his senses and looked at Wei Zhiyuan with mixed feelings: "Brother, think about everything better, your brother... Oh, his grandson is indeed not very good, but it is not reliable. I think this comrade still has room for redeem in his thoughts. He said it's okay, maybe it's really nothing big, and you're a little relieved, ah?"

After the words were finished, Sanpang clearly saw Wei Zhiyuan's expression breaking.

Wei Zhiyuan's eyebrows quickly frowned in the middle, his eyes turned red in an instant, and the corners of his mouth twitched gently, slanting to the side, and tears seemed to fall.

However, the next moment, Wei Zhiyuan raised his arm and covered his face for a while. After putting it down, his eyes were still red, and he had returned to his previous almost numb calmness.

"Yeah." Wei Zhiyuan responded softly, "Thank you, third brother."

The elevator door opened, Sanpang walked in, he watched Wei Zhiyuan's tall body be locked outside by the elevator door bit by bit, and in the end there was only a crack left, and he disappeared, and did not say goodbye to him.

"What if there is a shortcoming, what should Xiaoyuan do?" Sanpang couldn't help but think like this. He went downstairs in a blink of an eye and looked up at the towering and magnificent residential building. He thought in a confused mind, "I tried every means to obstruct Wei Zhiyuan and tried every means to find a partner to Wei Qian to introduce the girl... Is it really right?"

He couldn't imagine how deep a person's feelings for another person could be. He felt creepy when he looked at him like a glimpse of light.

How many such true feelings are there in the world?

Sanpang stood there for a while, then sighed, lowered his head, and seemed to leave with great concern.

"Forget it, let them go." Sanpang thought so and left.

When Wei Zhiyuan returned home, he really locked the door, carried the key with him, and fulfilled his promise to lock Wei Qian at home. Then he began a long, one-sided cold war.

At the beginning, although Wei Qian was not used to it, he had his own things to do. He rarely had nothing to do at home, watching TV, playing computers and reading books, and had many things to pass the time. After persisting like this for two days, he finally couldn't stand it anymore.

Wei Zhiyuan treated him as a lump of air. He had another exchange except for asking "Are you feeling uncomfortable today" when he was out, and asking "I'm going out to buy something, do you want to bring it?"

Wei Qian felt that he was also a bit of a "leading and regressing". In the past, Wei Zhiyuan shook under his nose all day, shaking his head into two big ones, which was extremely worried. Now, although Wei Zhiyuan is at home every day, he magically doesn't appear in his sight.

"Can you say more words make your tongue go away?" Wei Qian thought angrily, but he felt that he took the initiative to get in, as if... he was a little embarrassed.

Wei Qian tried several times to make the topic fail. The words Wei Zhiyuan used to send him to a single word - "Yeah", "No", "OK", "No", and "No", and are concise and concise.

In the first chapter, Wei Qian thought, "It's almost OK", in the second chapter, Wei Qian thought, "Is this going to be over?", in the third chapter, he thought, "Fuck", so he efficiently expanded the unilateral Cold War to both sides.

The two of them ignored each other for several days. Sanpang, who was worried about coming to see him, felt that the atmosphere was wrong as soon as he entered the door. When he saw Wei Qian's harsh and smelly face, his heart suddenly seemed to be like a mirror. Before leaving, he finally couldn't help but say to Wei Qian with a disgrace: "You, please be more careful!"

Finally, the night before leaving home, Wei Qian packed up his own things before going to bed and planned to go to the hospital.

He thought, what if the green lights go all the way and the hospital checks, and finds that things have changed?

What if it is really vicious?

What if even the probability is "99%", he is the "1"?

For a moment, he was frightened.

However, in the past, when he was helpless, he had become accustomed to all kinds of fear and torture, so in just a while, Wei Qian calmed down again.

"Where does it come from that much, if so, bah." Wei Qian thought so bastardly, reached out and turned off the light, crawled back to bed and fell asleep.

Wei Qian fell asleep, but was not at ease. He woke up once in the middle of the night. He turned over, stretched out his curled feet, and accidentally opened a crack in his eyes, and was awakened by the black shadow poking it motionlessly on the head of the bed.

Wei Qian suddenly turned back and sat up from the bed, stared at the black shadow for two seconds: "Xiaoyuan?"

Wei Zhiyuan didn't say anything.

Wei Qian sighed and smashed the pillow on Wei Zhiyuan: "You didn't scare you."

He said, reaching out to twist the bedside lamp, but Wei Zhiyuan grabbed his wrist and stopped him.

Then, Wei Zhiyuan slowly came to his body, and with the half-lying action of Wei Qian, he pressed him firmly on the bed, put his hands on Wei Qian's shoulders, and hugged him in the darkness without moving. After a while, Wei Qian heard a sound of sniffing like a cold. He raised his hand in shock and found that Wei Zhiyuan's face was wet.

Wei Zhiyuan avoided his hand, buried his head in his neck, and suppressed his still trembling breath and hit Wei Qian's neck one after another.

Wei Qian finally raised his hand, patted his back gently, and whispered: "It's really okay, I really didn't lie to you this time."

His heart softened and even felt a little guilty. Wei Qian even felt that he was like a spoiled child in his relationship, used to others allowing him to ask for it, as if those were taken for granted.
To be continued...