inferior possession

Chapter 128

The weather was fine on the day Duan Congzhen was discharged from the hospital. After completing the formalities, the deer was waiting for him downstairs. When he turned his head, he saw the kitten sleeping on the wall.

After staring at it for a long time, the deer pursed his lips, reached out to pick up the kitten, and hid it under the bushes.

In case Duan Congzhen saw it and pushed it into the green belt.

Duan Congzhen came down quickly and changed into a hospital gown. He looked a little thinner, his face was a little bit cold, his eyes drooped slightly, dignified but dim.

When passing by the wall, Duan Congzhen frowned slightly, turned his head and stared at the edge of the wall for a long time, then asked suspiciously, "Where's that stupid cat?"

"I don't know." Jilu shrugged, with an innocent face, "Maybe he slept somewhere else."

Duan Congzhen looked at him, for a long while, smiled inexplicably, reached out and rubbed the top of the man's hair, and said in a casual tone, "You really can't lie."

That is to say, the deer curled his lips and said nothing.

Sitting in the car, Duan Congzhen fastened his seat belt, smiled lowly, "Finally left."

"How long." Jilu shook his head slightly, sighing unavoidably.

After a while, Duan Congzhen couldn't take it anymore, but he lived in Dongqingshan for seven years, and he ate the same food, saw the same scenery, and suffered the same torture every day.

Duan Congzhen was slightly stunned, and turned his head to look at him. The man's side face was indifferent, with a bit of busy haggardness. He looked as if he had stayed up for many nights and hadn't slept well for many days.

Duan Congzhen recalled that day at the resort, when Ji Lu stuck a knife into his shoulder and looked at him saying "I have suffered a lot for you".

He thought it was just an angry word blurted out when he lost control of his emotions, but it was also a thorn buried deep in Ji Lu's heart.

He suffered a lot for himself, suffered countless sins, and even almost died several times.

Duan Congzhen lowered his eyes slightly, his eyes darkened a little, his brows slowly furrowed, his heart throbbed unconsciously for a moment, just for a moment, like a hallucination, but it seemed to be torn apart violently.

Ji Lu turned the car key, started the engine, and subconsciously checked the rearview mirror. Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the person in the passenger seat, turned his head blankly, and saw Duan Congzhen staring at him.

"...What's the matter?" Ji Lu was a little strange, and wiped his face with his head tilted.

Duan Congzhen looked away, "It's okay, let's drive."

The house was empty, and Ji Lu lived alone for the past few months. It was deserted and lifeless.

Duan Congzhen walked into the entrance, looked at the lonely and empty living room, and heard the sound of the needles of the stone clock hanging on the wall.

The deer came in behind him, closed the gate, and locked it cautiously. He raised his eyes to look at him, licked his lips, and said softly, "There's nothing to do here alone, so I just cleaned it."

"Yeah." Duan Congzhen nodded slightly and didn't say much.

"Are you hungry?" The deer walked sideways by him and turned to ask him, "Let's rest first..."

Before the word "Xi" could be said, the whole person was hugged.

Duan Congzhen hugged him from behind, resting his chin on the man's shoulder and neck, breathing heavily, and remained silent.

The back of the heart was pressed against Duan Congzhen's chest, and one could even feel their hearts beating almost at the same frequency. In the narrow hallway, the sound of breathing came and went.

Duan Congzhen wrapped his arms around his waist and tightened slightly, as if he wanted to rub him into his arms.

Even Lu was slightly stunned, feeling that his mood was low and gloomy, and didn't say a word, and was quietly hugged by him, lowered his eyes, and his eyes fell on the coldly shining floor, trembling a little.

After a long time, Ji Lu patted the back of his hand lightly, "Let's rest first."

"En." Duan Congzhen responded in a muffled voice, tilting his head and kissing his ear, "Are you tired?"

"A little bit." Ji Lu twitched the corner of his mouth.

"Sleeping together?" Duan Congzhen asked.

Ji Lu smiled helplessly, but said nothing.

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Duan Congzhen's rehabilitation is arranged in the middle of each week, three times a week. It was originally planned that the rehabilitation teacher would come to his home regularly to guide his rehabilitation. Duan Congzhen thought about it, but still rejected the proposal.

That is to say, Lu has no sense of security. Strangers always come to the house. He probably doesn't even want to leave the door.

Occasionally when he came home, Mr. Ji Lu sat on the sofa and looked at him, hesitant to speak, as if he wanted to ask how he was, but couldn't ask.

The rehabilitation process is not easy, especially when Duan Congzhen wants to restore the function of his right arm as much as possible. Every time it is painful, Duan Congzhen really wants to curse.

"How is today?" Ji Lu asked hesitantly.

"It's okay." Duan Congzhen said, and went to the dining table to pour a glass of water.

Duan Congzhen sat on the sofa, and Ji Lu stood up to get the medicine box.

After coming out of the hospital, he had to apply medicine for a long time, which was inconvenient for Duan Congzhen himself, so Lu took over the matter naturally.

After unbuttoning it, Duan Congzhen watched him look down in the medicine box, took the medicine, opened it, and gently rubbed it on his shoulder.

The wound healed very well, and the skin returned to normal, but the scar was still obvious, and when the palm was placed on it, the trace of the knife wound could still be felt.

Ji Lu pursed his lips, didn't speak, and kneaded the medicine quietly until the place where his palm touched gradually became hot, then Ji Lu said "Okay" and helped him pull up his sleeves.

"Thank you Bambi." Duan Congzhen smiled faintly.

Ji Lu was speechless, packed the medicine box, washed his hands, and returned to the sofa, a little absent-minded.

There is an advertisement on the TV. It is an artificial ski resort. Summer is in full bloom. It is a good time to attract tourists to the snow mountain to escape the heat.

Duan Congzhen caught a glimpse of his complexion from the corner of his eye, raised his hand and pinched his earlobe, "Go to the flower shop tomorrow?"

Ji Lu came back to his senses, glanced at him absent-mindedly, did not refuse, and nodded vaguely.

"Do you like snow?" Duan Congzhen asked, curling his fingers around the man's soft hair, he couldn't get enough of it.

Ji Lu was startled slightly, "What?"

"Snow." Duan Congzhen repeated, "Do you like snow?"

Just now when Ji Lu saw the advertisement on the screen, he was slightly stunned, not knowing how to respond, as if he didn't know whether he liked it or not.

He has never played in snow, and he doesn't think snow is so fun.

"Do you want to go skiing?" Duan Congzhen touched his cheek, "The weather is getting hotter and hotter, you can also go to escape the heat."

"Want to go to that artificial ski resort?" Ji Lu pointed to the screen.

Duan Congzhen shook his head, "Go to Switzerland."

"...I don't know how to ski." Ji Lu pursed the corners of his lips, his cheeks blushing in embarrassment.

"Never mind. Neither will I."

"Then you still..."

"It's fine if you're happy." Duan Congzhen chuckled, "Would you like to accompany me?"

Ji Lu looked up at him helplessly, glanced at the wound on his shoulder, and said calmly, "Your wound is fine."

"You'll be fine if you go to my injury."

"..."

Ji Lu didn't want to entangle too much with the logic hooligans, so he picked up the remote control and changed the channel.