When he needs me most, I must...
That night, in a room with only the two of them, Wen Zichuan took the initiative and did many things he had never dared to think of before.
However, overall it is restrained.
On the one hand, he was concerned about Cheng Sizhou's poor health and condition; on the other hand, he didn't want something big to happen the next day after a night of indulgence, catching them off guard.
So before twelve o'clock, both of them were cleaned up and snuggled in the same bed with the same scent of shower gel.
Wen Zichuan was a little tired, but very comfortable. He closed his eyes and snuggled into Cheng Sizhou's arms.
Cheng Sizhou was afraid of squeezing him, so he moved an inch closer, and soon he almost fell to the ground.
"Okay, don't move." He crossed his arms, supporting him without even touching him, so that even if he accidentally fell, he could still protect his vital parts.
"Hmm..." Wen Zichuan pulled his dangling hand over and kissed each finger one by one. He liked his hand so much that he pulled it back like a spoiled child and placed it on his lower back. "What's there to be embarrassed about? It's not like I've touched it before."
Cheng Sizhou's heart was beating fast, but not like usual, causing panic and fear. Instead, it was beating very powerfully and eagerly.
The bony fingers responded to the invitation, moving up along the spine, as if to touch every inch of flesh and bones, sometimes heavy, sometimes light, with ease.
Finally, her fingertips stopped at his ear and pinched his round earlobe lightly.
Old people often say that round earlobes are a sign of good fortune.
Zichuan has a thin physique, but his earlobes are plump and cute. There must be great blessings waiting for him in the future, such as a happy family, a successful career, or many people loving him. As long as he doesn't let himself drag him down, he will be able to live a good life.
Wen Zichuan was completely unaware of what he was thinking. He closed his eyes and hummed comfortably: "Don't stop, I want more..."
The last stop of his fingers was at the center of his eyebrows, and then they stroked his brow bone, nose bridge, lips and jaw. Cheng Sizhou kissed the corner of his lips lightly and said, "Remember."
"Hmm? What did you remember?" Wen Zichuan's face was full of curiosity.
"Remember you... took me wandering." Cheng Sizhou stroked his temples.
They once made a joke about "wandering", saying that if their feelings were not tolerated by the secular world, then they would abandon the secular world and wander together.
Wen Zichuan remembered the joke: "I'm in charge of the flow, and you're in charge of the waves?"
Cheng Sizhou chatted with him: "Yes, you are a gangster."
It wasn't necessarily the case before, but tonight, Wen Zichuan was quite "rogue" for once. He didn't care whether the other person was comfortable or wanted it or not. He just did whatever he wanted.
He heard the lightness in Cheng Sizhou's words, and took advantage of it to stretch out his arms, climbed onto his neck, and looked at him with wet eyes like a deer: "It's not because I'm a hooligan, but because I love you."
Although he was expressing his love, his eyes were like a thousand-foot pond, filled with endless affection.
Cheng Sizhou's heart was beating wildly, and he wanted to reach out and cover his passionate eyes.
Wen Zichuan held his hand again and put it against his cheek. He thought for a moment, then smiled and said, "Don't be nervous. It's okay. I allow you to not love me."
When he was taking a shower and saw the scars all over his body, Wen Zichuan finally understood. Although he loved him, he could not become a force to pull him back and make him struggle and get bruised all over.
If he is unwilling to give in and insists on asking for it, then this one time will be enough.
"Even if you don't love me," he said with a smile, concluding his heartfelt words, "I will do my best to be with you and do everything you want to do with you."
Wen Zichuan's throat rolled and he swallowed back the last sentence "Until the day you no longer need me". Although he was born with a sense of unworthiness, he was unwilling to actively imagine separation.
In the cracks of fate, we should fight for every day and every moment we can. As long as we can have a moment of warmth to lean on, even if the sky is about to fall, let it fall.
Since they couldn't sing a triumphant song anyway, they might as well make a desperate vow. The fireworks on New Year's Eve also witnessed that they would stay like this for the rest of their lives.
Although the night was peaceful, something happened a week later.
Jiang Yunli did not survive this summer. He passed away in his sleep on a sunny afternoon.
The ward was filled with sadness. Cheng Xuecheng was silent. Lin Xin held Wang Xinxin's hand and said over and over again that Mr. Jiang was in good condition this morning. He was able to open his eyes, raised his hand and moved his fingers. He was fed some food and water through a nasogastric tube. He thought he would continue his lunch break, but unexpectedly...
The chattering words were drowned in the hot air, and when Cheng Sizhou arrived, his eyes were blurred by sweat.
He was sad, but not as clearly and intensely as he had been when the accident first happened. During the six months he'd cared for his master, only tiny needle-like pains had been sewing him back and forth. Even now, the numbness had outweighed the pain.
Cheng Xuecheng asked him to take care of Mr. Jiang's funeral with the identity and etiquette of a son, and he agreed.
Cheng Sizhou did all the work himself, including collecting the body, drawing the portrait, arranging the funeral rites, inviting guests... When he was young, he thought that traditional things were too grand and he might not be able to learn them, but when the time came, it seemed as if he had learned everything by himself.
Yu Ming and Xu Yang rushed over from Jiqing to support him and did a lot of things silently. Cheng Sizhou only had time to cast a few glances at them before he got busy again.
However, their relationship is already like this, and saying "thank you" would seem awkward.
The body was kept for seven days, and relatives, friends, and colleagues all came to pay their respects. Lin Xin couldn't bear it anymore and cried so hard that he almost fainted. He was helped back to rest by a relative of the Lin family who came specially.
When Jiang Yunli was young, he was actually sold and given away by his family to Master Lin, who had no son. After he became an adult, he cut off contact with his family. The only people he had close relations with were his fellow apprentices.
Most of the junior brothers were not doing well enough, so they discussed privately and decided to ask the Cheng family and Cheng Xuecheng to take charge of the funeral of their eldest brother.
The friendship between the Jiang and Cheng families lasted for thirty years. Cheng Xuecheng felt obliged to do his part, so he asked for leave from the hospital and brought his wife with him.
He was entertaining guests outside, and Wang Xinxin stayed with Cheng Sizhou to keep vigil for a while, but was called out by Nurse Tao in the middle.
When they came back, Cheng Sizhou had fallen beside the brazier where paper was burned. The two men helped him up and saw at a glance that there was a large patch of bloodstains on the white linen mourning clothes.
Gastric bleeding.
A doctor at the hospital quickly gave a diagnosis. Depression had already affected his appetite, and coupled with being too busy, his nerves were in a highly tense state. As an emotional organ, the stomach naturally could not withstand such a heavy load.
Wen Zichuan was recording in the studio, and he needed extremely strong emotional management to resist the urge to throw the script.
In early August, the variety show "My Definition of the Voice of China" had been recorded and the premiere was very good. However, because his schedule was free, the radio drama "The Long Road" was immediately inserted in, and the progress was very rushed. The purpose was to let the audience hear the climax of the drama during the National Day Golden Week.
If it was just to speed up the progress, Wen Zichuan would do his job and would not have any complaints.
However, the show's chief producer and director Mu Cen, with the original intention of giving newcomers a chance, asked the students who participated in the training class at that time to play a small role with few lines in the show, or to cooperate in recording group scenes.
There is no problem with old people guiding new ones, but the problem is that some newcomers don't understand the story at all and just recite the lines. Some of them are particularly outrageous and read from the script.
This resulted in a simple transitional plot that had to be repeated over and over again, and people's patience was worn to the bottom.
"Teacher Mu Cen, I'd like to ask for your leave. I have something to do this afternoon, so I won't be in the studio." Wen Zichuan took off his headphones and let out a long breath. "My part will be recorded tonight, and the dry sound will be sent to you tomorrow morning."
"What's the matter? Why are you in such a hurry?" Mu Cen still hoped that his co-actor could record together.
"It's a matter of life and death." Wen Zichuan said, quickly packed up his things and left the recording studio.
Su Zhuo went downstairs early, turned on the air conditioner in the car, and waited for Wen Zichuan to get in. He habitually navigated to Tianchen Lake, but was asked to change route to a hospital.
"Teacher Wen, I'm afraid this won't work. There are so many people coming and going in the hospital..." He reminded while turning the steering wheel.
"So, those big stars don't need to see a doctor anymore." Wen Zichuan suppressed his emotions. "Drive to the city center first. I'll make a phone call for instructions."
Su Zhuo hummed, concentrating on driving. He knew that big stars also needed medical care, but those with higher status usually had family doctors, and if they were filming outside, they would at least have bodyguards with them.
"If you don't have anything important to do today, ask Leng Sui to come to the hospital." Wen Zichuan's phone call went through.
"Leng Sui is President Wei's man. If you want to hire someone, you should ask President Wei for permission, right?" The other party did not sound easy to fool.
"Don't think I can't guess what you said to Cheng Sizhou. You came back to China to find out what happened, but you found out he was also investigating. So you could just be a coward and let Brother Zhou do the hard work for you. Now that he's lying in the hospital, you can't just sit there and do nothing, right?"
"Wen Zichuan, is this your attitude when asking for help?"
"Mr. Wen Duo, I'm not begging you. You've gone to great lengths to hide your identity, aren't you afraid of being caught trafficking Chinese cultural relics abroad? I can turn you in at any time. With no nationality and a criminal record, I believe deportation is your only fate."
There was a heavy breath coming from the other end of the phone. Wen Duo had not expected that his seemingly obedient son would use the harshest words and the toughest measures on him.
The agreement between him and Cheng Sizhou was indeed based on jointly investigating what happened that year, but the name "Wen Duo" was too big a target. Without knowing the other party's strength, if he showed up, it would only make the real murderer more vigilant.
Moreover, neither of them wanted Wen Zichuan to be involved too much.
"Leng Sui will appear in a hospital in half an hour." Wen Duo said finally.
After receiving a positive answer, Wen Zichuan hung up the phone and his eyes fell on the road conditions outside the window.
He was the last one to know that Cheng Sizhou had fallen into a coma due to gastric bleeding while keeping vigil. If Zhou Yitang was not still on summer vacation and had not heard it from Zhou Han by chance, no one would have thought of telling him.
This trip will inevitably require meeting the Cheng family, and just him and Su Zhuo alone will definitely not be enough.
Firstly, he was indeed worried that there would be illegitimate fans following him and filming him; secondly, he had to find someone who was strong and could control the situation - he was not going to waste time begging for a chance to meet him, he had to be by his side as soon as possible to give him comfort and encouragement.
It was already dark when the car arrived at the hospital.
Cheng Xuecheng was still handling Mr. Jiang's funeral and did not come. Only Wang Xinxin was with him in the ward.
Wang Xinxin was surprised why Wen Zichuan came. If she remembered correctly, Cheng Sizhou had already broken up with the person in front of her.
"Auntie, I want to go in and see him. It won't take too long." Wen Zichuan's eyes were firm.
"You, you guys..." Wang Xinxin was not sure whether his appearance would affect her son's condition, but she did not dare to gamble.
"Brother Leng." Wen Zichuan was indeed impatient. "Go out with Auntie to rest for a while. I ordered some midnight snacks. If the doctors and nurses outside want to eat or drink anything else, put it on my account."
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