private romance

Chapter 90

Corsica is Song Mingzheng's birthplace.

This place belongs to France, but it has been independent for a long time. Many people on the island still secretly worship Napoleon, and there is also the famous Corsican Mafia overseas.

The Song family used to gain momentum here, and it was also torn apart by the impact here, but the roots are deep-rooted. The ancestors still left many resources at their fingertips for future generations, which can be regarded as the icing on the cake for Song Mingzheng later.

But Song Mingzheng didn't like this place very much.

This island can barely be regarded as his hometown, where the love of his life was completely changed.So many years later, Song Mingzheng has been able to completely control this area, and he has no way to appreciate this objectively beautiful island, although his ideal state has always been that he can live with He Tingzhao in such a scenery for the rest of his life , but the focus was never on the scenery.

In retrospect, he actually didn't have any good memories here.The suppression of his family during his childhood can be described as dark. The entire Song family was almost destroyed here when he was a teenager. He Tingzhao was injured here in a few years. At the beginning, there was no way to transfer him. Song Mingzheng had to deal with the aftermath at hand. Every day, I have to accompany the most beautiful beach in the world, pass by countless tourists, and their happiness has passed by Song Mingzheng, and then rush to the hospital to check on He Tingzhao's condition.

They never had the chance to return to this place together until many years later.

"Don't run around anymore, aren't you just going back to Corsica?"

While feeding, He Tingzhao suddenly remembered, before swallowing half a mouthful, he tilted his head and talked to Song Mingzheng, half of the porridge fell vaguely along the corner of his lips, Song Mingzheng quickly reached out to catch it, and gave him a light glance , suppressing a bit of overflowing tenderness.

"Be careful of choking, let's talk after eating."

With smiling eyes, He Tingzhao obediently opened his mouth and waited for his next spoonful.

Song Mingzheng agreed to take He Tingzhao out for a stroll, but the time was too tight, and there were only a few days left and right.He Tingzhao didn't say anything, but felt distressed in his heart, and it was not good to just say no, so he thought of a compromise idea casually. In fact, with his body, he was not very interested in where to play, it was nothing more than I just want to spend more time with Song Mingzheng.

"It's hard to fly so far."

A shadow fell from the top of his head, and Song Mingzheng gently wrapped him in his arms from behind the wheelchair. His tall nose brushed against He Tingzhao's side face, which made him feel a little itchy, "Xiao Zhao, it will be uncomfortable."

"It's okay." He Tingzhao turned his face slightly, rubbing his lips against Song Mingzheng's face, and whispered, "Isn't it because you are here..."

This half-hearted sigh was mixed with a lot of coquettishness. Song Mingzheng was surprised by his request at first, but he couldn't stand him like this, so he forgot everything else, and agreed inexplicably.

The sea breeze softened for ten miles with the sunset.

He Tingzhao regretted it a little. He made a mistake in his judgment. After lying at home for so long, he was well taken care of. He didn't feel very uncomfortable at ordinary times, so he forgot what a troublesome body it was.Following Song Mingzheng's side would bring him so much trouble.

His lover was not impatient, and took him back to his hometown very gently.Cutting the long-distance flight into short ones, flying and stopping all the way, the ten-hour itinerary dragged on for several days. He didn't want to waste his time, but in the end the time was wasted on himself.

It's just that he fell ill on the first day he landed. This unsatisfactory body was useless, dragging his soul to float, and he couldn't get away even after struggling.

Song Mingzheng should have been busy, but he took a quicker time to deal with the matter at hand.He Tingzhao was lying in the room feeling uncomfortable, he couldn't put all his energy on his work, but it wasn't regrettable if he said it, he was just worried about his lover's body and his emotions.

Don't think of anything that made him sad.The nightmare that he could not get rid of would never come to haunt Xiao Zhao again.

They live in Palombaggia, a seaside town that has been voted the most beautiful beach in France.Located in the northwest of Corsica, although there are many tourists on weekdays, Song Mingzheng has enclosed a small area, and they are the only ones who go up and down, and no one will disturb them.

When Song Mingzheng returned to the room, he only left a warm night light on. He Tingzhao was breathing shallowly, and the instrument was running smoothly, as if he was sleeping. Song Mingzheng looked at it, and felt more at ease.

"A Zheng."

He was taking out a piece of diaper, washed his hands and lifted off the bedding, ready to change He Tingzhao quietly, and give him a massage, so that his lover can have a comfortable night.

"What time is it?"

"07:30." Song Mingzheng reported the number. Hearing that He Tingzhao's voice was so hoarse, he took water from the table and put it into a straw and fed it to his lips. "Drink some water, I happened to change it for the bottom."

"Okay." He Tingzhao responded, obediently held the straw in his mouth, and drank half a cup in small sips, "Busy today?"

"What's the matter?" Song Mingzheng held the water glass, seeing that he didn't really want to drink, took a tissue to wipe his lips, and coaxed softly, "I'm worried about you outside."

"I'm fine, I don't feel too bad anymore." The voice pulled out a little, and He Tingzhao watched Song Mingzheng get up and sit in the middle, and he should rub his lower abdomen to help him excrete. Not too tired? Ah Zheng, can you take me out for a walk?"

Song Mingzheng, who was massaging his soft abdomen in circles, paused for a moment, and actually wanted to persuade him, "Wait a few more days, isn't it still vomiting at noon?"

"My body is just like this." He Tingzhao comforted him, and there was a bit of coquettishness in his words, "Ah Zheng... Please, I feel uncomfortable lying on my body, and I didn't have time to go sightseeing before I came here."

I want to see where you grew up.

prior to.

Before they got here together.Song Mingzheng was a little flustered, he couldn't face many things, like a child who insisted that he had become an adult.

Xiao Zhao, will you be sad?

He Tingzhao's state tonight is indeed much better than the previous few days.

After changing the diapers, Song Mingzheng gave him a full body massage again. His paralyzed limbs were warmed up, and he was in good condition. With a day's sleep and jet lag, He Tingzhao was not so sleepy anymore. Song Mingzheng thought again and again, or Help him change clothes.

The inner three layers and the outer three layers were wrapped in zongzi. He Tingzhao leaned on the bed and laughed at him, saying that he would not wear such clothes to coax children.

Song Mingzheng, who stopped and was putting the third pair of socks on his relatively overlapping little paralyzed feet, gave him a light glance, but immediately whispered, "You are my child."

"Taking advantage of me, my dad knew he was going to beat you."

He Tingzhao pouted at him, but his eyes were very gentle.While watching Song Mingzheng help himself put on his socks and shoes, he said naturally, "I am not your child, you are my husband."

Song Mingzheng took the shoes and put them on him slowly, his face flushed red when he heard this, and he hadn't pushed his weak heels in with a shake of his hands.

"Oh, I'm sorry again?" He Tingzhao smiled, "They're both old couples and still so innocent."

Song Mingzheng leaned over, enlarged his pretty face, and gave a sweet kiss.

He is really not promising, and his skin is so thick that he can take the initiative to kiss him at this moment.

After changing his clothes, Song Mingzheng didn't carry He Tingzhao into the wheelchair.

He tried it, slowly got up supporting his lover's back, hugged him horizontally in his arms, and waited for He Tingzhao to come over in his heart for a few seconds.He waited for his lover's eyes to open again before he began to move, so that he went to the beach outside the house.

It was a bit cold at night, the watchtower in the distance was lit up, and the gentle lights everywhere dispelled a lot of chill, making this beach still charming.

Song Mingzheng sat on the recliner with He Tingzhao in his arms, and wrapped him in his arms, only his head was exposed, and the fluffy hair just let him rest his chin, and they could look at the stars and the sea together.

"It's so pretty." He Tingzhao closed his eyes halfway, nestling in Song Mingzheng's arms.It is difficult for his body to feel warm, but it is always easy to relax in the arms of his lover, which is more effective than any air conditioner and floor heating, so he naturally feels a little sleepy. It's good to be back with you."

"There's nothing good about it. The sea isn't everywhere." Song Mingzheng bowed his head and kissed his forehead and hair, and the two of them rubbed their ears together. "I feel sorry for you, you have suffered too much."

"What's the matter?" He Tingzhao turned his face to look at him, obviously he was not as interested in Hai as he was in him, "With you, I just feel very happy."

yes.

Is it injured, or paralyzed?

"Baby, I just want you to be happy all the time." There is no way to ask these words, Song Mingzheng can only kiss him, love him, and spend more time pampering him "Nothing else is important."

"Yeah, it's not important." The gentle and weak voice was tinged with an obvious smile, and it became a bit sweeter. "Nothing else is important, Ah Zheng, as long as you can remember."

"I'm glad you think so."

The watchtower lit up several times, and there was a little wave in the distance, as if a tourist had drowned.Burly white lifeguards lift a man out of the ocean, Italian and French blare in the air.

He Tingzhao knows a little bit of French and Italian, both of which were taught by Song Mingzheng, but he hasn't used it for many years, and has forgotten all about it.

Seeing the crowd suddenly gathering in the distance, busy coming and going, the two of them were not affected in any way.

"What are you talking about? Ospedale? Why does this word sound familiar?"

"The hospital, the hospital in Italian, they want to send people to the hospital." Song Mingzheng patiently explained that this was nothing to him.

"Is it the one I used to live in?" He Tingzhao took over the conversation naturally, He Tingzhao didn't show any discomfort, he just asked naturally, "Corsica is an island, and the level of medical care is pretty good. can be saved."

"Of course you can be saved!" Song Mingzheng glared slightly, his tone immediately changed a bit, "You won't die...you won't die..."

It's rare for Song Mingzheng to trap people with such force when his subordinates exert force. In the past, he just kept people from sliding down.But maybe due to the influence of the environment, at this moment, it seems that he has returned to a long time ago. He stood outside the hospital not too far away, and the cold and biting anxiety transformed his whole body again.

He didn't want He Tingzhao to come to Corsica.

He doesn't like Corsica, he hates Corsica so much.

At that time, he was only a teenager, and the He family was thousands of miles away, so he had to bear all the operations and consequences on his own.The surgeon speaks French and can understand every sentence, but it is difficult to piece together a complete sentence.

In the end, I only came to a conclusion, resigned to fate, and was paralyzed after being rescued.

OK, OK, OK.As long as it can be saved.

Before the arrival of the He family, he had already decided without authorization to send He Tingzhao, who was breathing weakly, to the operating table.

It was he who gave up He Tingzhao's two legs with his own hands. Even if the He family came over, the result would be the same, but if he did it himself, the feeling would be different.

Even now, Song Mingzheng has never forgiven himself.

"What are you thinking about?" The voice in his arms pulled Song Mingzheng's thoughts back to reality, his lover was still there, and was acting coquettishly at him, "Ah Zheng, you can't think about others."

"Thinking of you." He wasn't lying, but his throat was hoarse, like evidence of his depression.

"Then let me put it another way." He Tingzhao raised his right arm, a little stiff.So he had no choice but to rub Song Mingzheng's arm with the ulnar styloid process, "Ah Zheng, don't think about unhappy things, and don't even think about me."

Song Mingzheng responded in a low voice and said nothing more.

The waves are beating against the beach, white is mixed with glitter, and the fire rises at night, gently sweeping away the sadness.

"Ah Zheng, I told you."

In fact, he doesn't have much to say, because one trip is not enough, and thousands of times are needed.

I wish there were a million times more.

"I'll be happier if you let go."

I can be unhappy, but I always want you to be happy.

He Tingzhao didn't get an answer, but he knew it.

Corsica they will come again.

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