Chapter 130 Pollution 7 Get Out
"Xiao Yan, I'm not at home recently, my home..."
Li Yanze was leaning on the bed with his hand hanging down. His entire leg was in a cast and he couldn't move it, so He Yan had to move him around.
Li Yanze's way of changing the subject was very abrupt, but he didn't want He Yan to be trapped in the fear of loss again and again.
"Without you, our home couldn't be better."
He Yan bent over and put a pillow behind him, his tone still cold and hard.
But this is absolutely true. As long as Li Yanze doesn't work on a whim, there will be no problem at home.
Li Yanze suddenly stretched out his intact hand and placed his palm on his cheek.
The smell of iodine and bitter medicine mixed together. He Yan lowered his head, his hands resting on his sides, motionless.
Li Yanze had just basked in the sun, and his body was warm, as was the hand on his cheek.
Li Yanze rubbed it twice, as if to keep warm, pinched his cheeks, and asked him seriously.
"What about our Xiao Yan? Is everything okay?"
He Yan lowered his head for a long time without answering, his half-long black hair hanging down. Li Yanze couldn't see his expression clearly, he only saw his Adam's apple move twice and the veins on his neck were tense.
It was as if a string in my body was suddenly tightened by his words.
"What do you think?"
He Yan grabbed his wrist, squeezed it hard and then immediately let go, just holding his hand.
Li Yanze didn't cry out in pain, nor did he struggle. He indulged his actions. Even though his hand was left with a circle of red marks, he just relaxed and leaned softly in the palm of his hand.
There were blue needle holes on the back of his hand, and there was an indwelling needle that was covered with tape.
But he was not afraid at all that He Yan would touch his needle.
"I think Xiaoyan eats well, trains well, sleeps well, and goes to school well. He sometimes worries about me, but everything is fine."
Li Yanze was still coaxing the 13-year-old child in the same way he did before, with clumsy methods and no progress at all.
But He Yan relaxed his back, lowered his head and sat on the chair beside the bed, leaning on the edge of the bed.
"You are a liar."
He Yan said this viciously, his eyes were bloodshot. Li Yanze stretched out his good arm, held him in his arms like a child, and laughed.
"You said you would support me, but in the end I can't count on you for anything at home."
"sorry."
"You said you would celebrate my birthday with me every year, but what about this year?"
"Your leg is lame, your arm is in a sling, and you can't even leave the ward, and you still expect me to take care of you. What's the point of celebrating your birthday?"
No one knew He Yan’s real birthday, but Li Yanze waved his hand and set the day for applying for the ID card.
"There are five days left. I will try my best to be discharged from the hospital."
Li Yanze responded to every word.
He Yan calmed down a little and sneered.
"Try hard? Then you'd better try hard and get out of the hospital now."
He Yan used to be a quiet person, preferring to sit aside and observe secretly. It was rare for him to reply to Li Yanze's ten sentences.
But Li Yanze is the kind of person who will do whatever he wants unless you tell him to do so or express your opinion.
He Yan went from being an autistic little stray dog to a master of yin and yang, and he can even be considered a nagging person at home.
But if he was gone, He Yan held his warm hand, buried his head in his waist and abdomen, and took a deep breath.
If he wasn't there, even if he lived in a house like that, he would be a stray dog, without family or home.
But he was now a house dog, and that would be tantamount to taking his life.
Li Yanze patted his back from time to time, staring at his hair in a trance. This guy's hair felt harder and pricklier than others.
He never regretted bringing He Yan back home and raising him by his side.
Just as He Yan said, he changed He Yan's fate and forced himself to become the most important person in his life.
But he has no ability to give to his family who will never leave.
After all, maybe he is still selfish...
He wanted to complete what He Yihong hadn't done yet.
This matter is related to He Yan, but He Yan was never considered from the beginning.
Because of this, Li Yanze often felt that he owed He Yan something.
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Li Yanze had to stay in the hospital during the period when his R value dropped, so He Yan went there three times a day, without missing a single one, and stayed by his bedside at night.
He was already taller than Li Yanze. The school in Area C2 was actually a military school, and the intensity of the training made it easy for him to move Li Yanze.
Li Yanze couldn't get used to it at first, but he just let him do what he wanted and tried his best to cooperate with him and let him do what he wanted.
Because Li Yanze woke up several times in the middle of the night, opened his eyes in a daze, and saw He Yan facing him in the darkness, staring at him absentmindedly.
Perhaps He Yan himself didn't know, because under the moonlight, there was a look of helpless panic on his face.
But Li Yanze saw the hidden pain in his heart, and he understood very well that for He Yan, it would be a torture like a leech attached to his bones.
He Yan walked to the outside of the ward with his schoolbag on his back and lunch box in his hand. Just as he was about to push the door open as usual, he saw through the glass three or four officers from the Special Operations Department standing in front of his bed with military caps in their hands.
They all lowered their heads slightly, obviously listening to a lecture.
He Yan took two steps quietly and saw Li Yanze who was surrounded in the middle.
He leaned against the head of the bed, lowered his head and flipped through the documents with one hand. There was no smile on his face, his brows were slightly furrowed, and the pressure in his body was very low.
The leader, Tang Funian, was watching his expression carefully. Li Yanze turned the last page, closed the document and pinched his nose.
He casually threw the things back on the bedside table and glanced at the officers standing there.
There were many high-ranking officials among them whom He Yan had occasionally seen on TV at school, but at this moment they were all looking at Li Yanze's expression.
He Yan had never seen Li Yanze like this before, cold and strange. He never knew that the pair of smiling eyes decorated with long eyelashes could be so oppressive.
"If you can't come up with a proper solution, don't come to see me for the time being."
He spoke in a commanding tone, poking his fingers over the paper and looking up at them.
"Get out."
Li Yanze was not angry, but he was even more terrifying than when he was angry. He frowned and said the only words that could be considered harsh.
He Yan knew clearly from the tone that it was not directed at him, and even though he was so far away, he still shuddered subconsciously.
He Yan's blood was dry and itchy, and he stared at "Commander Li" without blinking, holding the bag tightly in his hand and pinching his fingers subconsciously.
The door opened, and Tang Funian gritted his teeth and packed up the documents beside the bed. He stood up, put on his military cap, and left with his men.
"Xiao Yan, are you done with school?"
It was completely nonsense to talk about. Tang Funian sighed and patted him on the back.
He Yan nodded slightly and called out "Uncle Tang."
"What happened?" He Yan never asked about these things before, and he also understood that before he entered the military system, no one would reveal a word to him.
But he remembered the energetic look of Li Yanze that he was not aware of, and asked subconsciously.
"He...he's in a bad mood."
As soon as Tang Funian finished speaking, Li Yanze tilted his head and looked over. When he saw it was He Yan, he smiled and raised his eyebrows to look at him.
"What delicious food did Xiao Yan bring?"
Tang Funian looked at He Yan enviously and couldn't help but say something casually.
"If Li Yanze has a biological child someday, I can't imagine how much he will spoil him."
He Yan instinctively hated this sentence.
"Look at what I said. Xiao Yan, don't worry about it. Li Yanze treats you as his own child."
Tang Funian scratched his head, patted his shoulder, turned and left.
He Yan stood at the door, disgusted by this sentence even more.
He turned to look at Li Yanze and took out the lunch box absentmindedly.
Their registered residences are not together, and except for the identical home addresses, they have no relationship.
Why, do others think that he is Li Yanze’s adopted son?
"Your teacher sent me a message with your comprehensive test results. Do you want to know? The school sent it to parents first, so it probably hasn't been sent to you yet. Do you want to know in advance?"
Li Yanze raised his eyebrows and looked at him with a smile, keeping him on tenterhooks, hoping to see a child getting nervous about grades, and then feeling scared and expectant at the same time.
He Yan was destined to disappoint him.
His mind was filled with two words.
Parents...Parents...
He Yan felt that these two words were like sand stuck in his throat, swallowing and breathing, making him feel uncomfortable all the time.
But what could he refute? He was protected by Li Yanze, and he accepted all of Li Yanze's tricks to coax the child, enjoying Li Yanze's indulgence and doting on him.
"If you don't tell me, I will know it when I go to school tomorrow."
Li Yanze immediately showed a disappointed expression and clicked his tongue in dissatisfaction.
"You want to know, right? Are you pretending? Huh?"
Li Yanze took the iron lunch box and moved closer to He Yan, his smiling eyes examining his expression intently and inquiringly.
He Yan was subconsciously very nervous, and for a moment he even felt a little resentful towards Li Yanze.
What is he, the parent, doing so close to?
Li Yanze raised his eyebrows and leaned back, no longer sticking to him. He Yan's disappointment and dissatisfaction were even greater than the slight resentment he had before, and it was burning.
"You're so busy every day, you haven't paid attention to my grades for a long time. I always get first place, do you still need to guess?"
After He Yan finished speaking, he felt that the tone was both sarcastic and unreasonable. He pursed his lips, lowered his eyes, and frowned in regret.
Li Yanze didn't get angry and spoke seriously.
"How could that be? You're the only child in my family, how could I not pay attention to your grades? You may not know, I even spoke to your teacher a few days ago."
Li Yanze talked on and on, leaning against the head of the bed and smiling at him.
"I'm not very good at base history and current affairs, but I'm very good at optics and biology. I heard that I'm the best in tactical theory and practice among my classmates."
"You are good at both physical fitness and fighting techniques, but your fighting technique teacher said that you have too many unconventional methods. Sometimes they are effective, but you have reached a bottleneck."
Li Yanze finished speaking in one breath, looking at him proudly, still holding the spoon in his hand, and finally said mercifully: "When I get better, I will help you with extracurricular tutoring at home. Let's make a breakthrough and strive for the top two in a single subject."
He Yan listened carefully to every word, but turned his back and looked busy, tidying up clothes, cleaning the table, and looking at the medical report.
You are the only child...what do you mean?
Every word is wrong...
The word "child" is wrong. You are the only one who is wrong.
Doesn’t this mean that there will be other children in the future?
Is it yours? Or is it another one you picked up?
"You have time to teach me taijutsu again? Don't go out on a date with Guan Ruoshen?"
Li Yanze choked and his face turned red from coughing.
"What are you talking about, kid? Who told you that your sister Guan and I were going on a date?"
He Yan sneered and almost twisted the rag in his hand into pieces.
"Isn't it? Uncle Fei said that you two might be able to succeed."
Li Yanze closed his eyes speechlessly: "Don't listen to your uncle Fei's nonsense, it's totally untrue."
He Yan put down the rag in his hand, lowered his eyes and said two words in a neutral tone.
"Yeah?"
With this interruption, Li Yanze couldn't continue talking to him about his grades.
He Yan didn't give him a chance to speak again. He collected all the tableware in front of him and stood in front of Li Yanze. The light cast a shadow over He Yan.
“Time to scrub.”
Li Yanze coughed lightly, feeling a little uncomfortably.
"Why don't I do it myself?"
He Yan turned around and twisted the door with his backhand, and with a click, the door was locked.
He Yan's wrinkled and tortured heart was instantly refreshed by the clicking sound.
"You can't even change your clothes, how are you going to do this yourself?"
He Yan carried the hot water to the bedside, stirring it with his fingers to test the temperature. He tried to speak in a calm tone, but he couldn't help but feel excited, and he had already reached out to put his hand on his collar.
Li Yanze dodged for a moment, looked at He Yan again, and sighed.
"Okay, then come on."
He Yan rolled up his sleeves to his elbows, and his muscular lines from years of training could be seen on his taut arms.
Li Yanze stretched out his hand and pinched it, thinking of the little radish head he pulled out of the pile of dirt four years ago, when it still had thin arms and legs.
He Yan took a breath and tightened his jaw. Li Yanze met his frowning eyes and immediately raised his chin to cooperate with him and stopped making trouble.
He Yan bit his cheek, lowered his eyes, unbuttoned his shirt, and lifted his back a little. As they crossed, He Yan's nose brushed across the side of his face, and he smelled the familiar scent of soap with body temperature.
He Yan lifted up half of his clothes and placed his palm on his back, feeling his muscles tense up in an instant.
He asked Li Yanze to lie on his back and threw his changed shirt aside. Although he had not done anything and had not exerted much effort, there was already sweat on his forehead.
Li Yanze was lying on the bed, his injured hand hanging in front of his chest, unable to move, and unable to block the powder. He Yan just kept scanning, his eyes moving and then stopped, and the hot towel in his hand became cold.
"Xiao Yan, hurry up." Li Yanze felt a little embarrassed for once.
He Yan turned his head away and wet the towel.
The sound of splashing water could be heard, a steaming towel was placed on his skin, fingers rose and fell, the fingertips pressed against his skin.
He Yan accidentally rubbed and dialed the number, not knowing whether it was intentional or unintentional, but he used some force.
"hiss--"
Li Yanze shrank back, unable to hide. Just as he was about to say something, He Yan pushed him to the side and put a hot towel on his back.
Li Yanze has very low body fat, and his muscles are not exaggerated, healthy, lively and elastic.
He Yan could still recall that he was sitting on the ground, watching him raise his hand to hold the gun, his shoulder blades shook to stabilize the recoil, his muscles undulating, and he stood far away in front of everyone.
He wiped it down along the groove of his back. It was the first time He Yan discovered and knew that there was a mole on his lower back.
He Yan rubbed his hands until they turned red through the towel.
"Xiao Yan."
He Yan came back to his senses and looked at Li Yanze.
Li Yanze's face was a little red. He looked at him softly and gently, and said softly: "Are you okay? It's a bit cold."
What He Yan was thinking about was the sound he just heard outside the door.
"Get out."
He Yan's entire back was numb, and he let out a breath as if he was choking. Suddenly, he reached out and lifted the quilt to cover Li Yanze, then turned around and went into the bathroom without looking back.
He Yan saw himself in the mirror, his eyes were full of panic, but surprisingly bright, and his ears were burning red.
He bit his cheek and glanced down.
“Crazy.”
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