Don't worry, I won't look for him again...
It was not until late at night that Cheng Sizhou dragged his tired body back to Yangliu Bank.
Perhaps because he had caught up on some sleep, Wen Zichuan wasn't too sleepy, so he leaned on the sofa and played with his phone boredly.
The two people who were once the closest of friends could actually go more than eighty days without seeing each other. They both found it unbelievable.
I can't remember who hugged the other first, but we kissed without saying anything. The kiss was sweet and bitter, with a mixture of familiarity and strangeness, and tenderness brewing in the roughness.
"Brother Zhou, Cheng Sizhou..."
Wen Zichuan just called his name, again and again, but no longer said he missed him, no longer said he wanted him, and no longer made any excessive demands on him. Once expectations were lowered to the lowest level, the chance of disappointment was also lowered to the lowest level.
Cheng Sizhou picked him up and placed him on the back of the sofa. He squatted down without thinking, choosing this extremely humble posture of looking up, as if only in this way could he be qualified to be close to him.
The two of them were so focused on it that they didn't say anything. They could only hear each other's breathing as the voice rose and fell.
At the most unbearable moment, Wen Zichuan's ten fingers were all immersed in Cheng Sizhou's hair. He raised his neck high, as if hanging on a cliff. Only by holding on tightly to the other party could he avoid falling into the abyss.
Cheng Sizhou had already given up the initiative and only served him and followed his rhythm, because compared to the migrants in long-distance exile, he would rather be a human sacrifice on the ancient execution platform, kill himself, and become a sacrifice to the gods.
In the moment when they both lost consciousness, they saw the lost seagull in the scorching heat. It crashed into the crater because of its greed for the warmth of the flames, and wrote an elegy with its fate.
The daybreaks were coming earlier and earlier. When Wen Zichuan came out of the bathroom, the grayish-white sky outside the window was already showing the approaching dawn.
Cheng Sizhou sat on the sofa in the living room, supporting his forehead, silent.
"Go and rest if you're tired." Wen Zichuan sat next to him. After living together for a few months, even their sitting postures became similar.
"I don't want to sleep." Cheng Sizhou's eyes were dark, but his expression was gentle. "Let me take a good look at you."
Wen Zichuan leaned forward to kiss him, as if no amount of kissing could get him enough: "If you don't sleep, will you still have the energy to go to work when the sun comes up?"
Cheng Sizhou rested his forehead against his, and said in a coquettish tone: "It's been so long since we last met, you don't even remember how to pamper me, you only remember how to control me."
In fact, it's not easy for either of them. Whether it's work or family, they have almost overdrawn everything and have no more energy to spare for each other.
"Okay, I'll indulge you. You can sleep peacefully. I'll take your shift tomorrow." After letting him do whatever he wanted for half the night, Wen Zichuan was so tired that he leaned on his shoulder and talked nonsense.
"Really? You can repair porcelain?" Cheng Sizhou smiled. "It's very boring. How do you say it? No tea, no smoking, just sketching a small flower all day."
"I want to be like you, with a family tradition, so I should know a little bit." Wen Zichuan closed his eyes and said quietly, "Brother Zhou, I met my father."
The spacious living room fell into silence for a moment, with only the rising and falling of heartbeats and breathing.
After Mr. Jiang got into trouble, they were all eager to find the truth, but Wen Duo actually came back, which was something no one had imagined.
Wen Zichuan and Cheng Sizhou exchanged their guesses. Regardless of the descriptions of Zhang Hongliang and Lin Xin, or the speculation about the forces behind Wang Jian, the biggest suspicion all pointed to Wen Duo, which meant that as long as they verified with Wen Duo, all the doubts would be solved.
Unexpectedly, Cheng Sizhou didn't ask any further questions or ask him to bring Wen Duo over immediately. He just asked casually, "Is your father okay?"
"He's well maintained and doesn't look old." Wen Zichuan's tone was light. "Father" was too unfamiliar to him. It was difficult for him to use words to describe his feelings for Wen Duo. After all, they had been separated for too long and he hadn't even established this emotional connection.
"That's good." Cheng Sizhou put his arm around his shoulders.
"But I didn't recognize him."
"It's okay. It's okay if you don't want to admit it."
"How do you know I don't want to recognize him?" Wen Zichuan snuggled in his arms. After taking a shower, the scent of both of them turned into coconut fragrance. It was obvious that they had slept in the same bed.
Cheng Sizhou was already very tired, but after being exhausted, he was not sleepy at all. His mind was just confused, as if a little man had taken up residence in his consciousness and was crawling crookedly along the grid.
He wanted to say that even if Wen Duo committed murder and arson and was guilty of many crimes, it had nothing to do with you. Not to mention that he only gave birth to you but did not raise you, even if he raised you, it did not mean that "the son should pay for the father's debt."
However, he is just an outsider, and Wen Zichuan does not need to refer to his ideas on how to deal with the relationship with his biological father.
What if Wen Duo, now middle-aged, suddenly realized his mistake and came back to make amends to Wen Zichuan? Could he still stop him then? What right did he have to stop him?
After hesitating for a while, Cheng Sizhou finally said nothing and just hugged the person in his arms tighter.
"But I have to go and identify him." Wen Zichuan seemed to be talking to him, but also seemed to be talking to himself, "If it is really because of him that the cultural relics were stolen and An Yi was killed, we will call the police to arrest him and make him pay for his life..."
"Zichuan, don't be like this. You don't have to be like this."
"Then what should I do?!" Wen Zichuan resisted the urge to cry and shouted at him, "I have no choice, Brother Zhou! Now that things have come to this, if I still can't give your master and mistress an explanation, how can we be together peacefully?!"
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Zichuan..."
"Don't apologize. What's the point of apologizing?" Wen Zichuan pushed him away, tears streaming down his face. "Your parents already despised me for being poor. I finally started earning money, and now your mistress has identified me as the son of a murderer. I have to find a way to prove my innocence, right? Otherwise, what am I supposed to do? Just watch you get snatched away by someone else?!"
"You are innocent to begin with. You don't need to prove yourself. I won't be snatched away. I..."
Cheng Sizhou stood up and felt dizzy due to his excessive emotions. Fortunately, Wen Zichuan held him up, otherwise he would have fallen headfirst and his head would have been hit by the sharp corner of the coffee table.
“Brother Zhou! Brother Zhou——!!”
Cheng Sizhou has been a frequent visitor to the hospital recently. He had just completed the discharge procedures for Mr. Jiang, and in the blink of an eye, he sent himself in.
After completing a series of tests again, the doctor said mercilessly that if the patient had been brought in later, it would have been difficult to save him.
After receiving the news, Wang Xinxin rushed to the unit immediately, crying and cursing Cheng Sizhou. However, Cheng Sizhou was still in a coma after the rescue, so he could not hear those words. Only Wen Zichuan heard it all.
It turned out that Cheng's parents had been hiding the true condition of Mr. Jiang's injury from Lin Xin.
Lin Xin was able to hold on before because she still had hope, thinking that Mr. Jiang would slowly wake up.
In fact, if the brain injury has not recovered for a hundred days, the chance of waking up is very slim. The hospital also recommends that the patient be discharged first, and the family should be prepared for his sudden death at any time.
Lin Xin couldn't bear such a blow and fell ill for a while. In addition to working, Wang Xinxin was also helping to find a reliable caregiver. Cheng Sizhou had to move from Yangliuan to Jiang's house to take care of them nearby.
After not sleeping for more than 20 hours, Cheng Sizhou's energy and physical strength were almost at their limit. He did not stay at the Jiang family and insisted on going back to Yangliuan, simply because Wen Zichuan was back.
Cheng Xuecheng was not good at comforting people. He just took a few tissues and stuffed them into Wang Xinxin's hands. Then he put on a stern face and locked the door of the ward.
He walked up to Wen Zichuan, his tone icy and cold: "I shouldn't say this, but you two have absolutely no sense of propriety!"
Wen Zichuan was also frightened by Cheng Sizhou's situation, and he was still in shock. He stood in front of the wall with regret in his heart. Not to mention that Cheng's parents were just angry and scolding him, even if they beat him up, he would have to endure it.
"I'm sorry, uncle. I'm sorry, aunt." He bit his lip and apologized sincerely.
"I really don't understand why you insist on being with him." Cheng Xuecheng had already relied on his self-cultivation to control himself, but he was simply too angry. "If you're after his money, I'm making this clear today: unless he honestly gets married and has children, I'd rather donate all my family fortune than leave him a single cent! If you're after him as a person, I don't understand even more. Can't you see what kind of situation he's in? Have you ever thought about him? You, the Wen family, must kill both of our children to feel at ease?!"
Wen Zichuan suddenly raised his head and looked straight over. He knew that the Jiang and Cheng families were prejudiced against him, but he could not admit to something he had not done: "I didn't hurt him, you can't wrongly accuse me like this!"
"Even if you didn't mean to hurt him," Ms. Wang said, clutching her chest in tears, "Isn't it right that he got hurt for you time and time again? Yes, he loves you, loves you so much that he could hurt himself for you... but he's also our only son...! If anything happens to him because of you, how are we, his parents, going to live?"
Wang Xinxin's sad crying reminded Wen Zichuan of Lin Hanzhen.
Perhaps all mothers are similar. The starting point of all their actions is for their sons. They want their sons to have a bright future and live a good life. So they try their best to cut off all the branches and leaves that go against the right path in their sons.
Thinking of this, Wen Zichuan's determination instantly dissipated.
After all, he was too greedy. He always tried every possible means to ask Brother Zhou to warm him and love him, but he didn't know that Cheng Sizhou was carrying several "icebergs" on his shoulders, which he couldn't let go of or escape from. After being together for more than half a year, Brother Zhou had already given him everything he could.
"Don't worry, I won't look for him again," Wen Zichuan wiped the water stains from his face, "but I will find a way to find out what happened to my father. If he really hurt anyone, I will make him give you an explanation."
Cheng's parents were silent for a moment. The police did not make a conclusion because they did not find any concrete evidence. From beginning to end, only Lin Xin insisted on identifying Wen Duo.
Wen Duo has been abroad for many years and his nationality has changed, so it is not easy to restart the investigation.
Wen Zichuan couldn't stay under the scrutiny of Cheng's parents forever, so he opened the door and prepared to leave. Before leaving, he suddenly had an idea and turned around to pick up the key chain on the bedside table and took out the jade pendant he had given to Cheng Sizhou.
Since he didn't plan to continue, he could give up everything else, but it would be inappropriate to leave this thing that he had worn since he was a child with Cheng Sizhou.
Walking out of the ward, people were coming and going in the corridor, some were in a hurry and some looked sick.
The edge of the plastic cover of the jade pendant hurt his palm. The soft, semi-transparent plastic cover was made by Cheng Sizhou himself. It not only protected the jade pendant from wear and tear, but also allowed a hole to be punched to pass a key through so that he could carry it with him.
Too bad it won't be used anymore.
Wen Zichuan was standing by the trash can, about to tear off the plastic wrap, when someone suddenly called him from behind. The girl glanced into the ward and looked at him curiously, "Teacher Wen, why are you here? Is your friend's heart not in good condition too?"
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