Wei Lang Seducer's Handbook

Chapter 83

Wei Ziqing didn't know how long he ran, but it was the first time that the distance of two streets was so long.

Doctor Wang had a lot of patients, and he saw the little boy who was making medicine at a glance.

"Where is my mother? Where is Dr. Wang?"

Seeing that it was Wei Ziqing, the little boy hurriedly put down the medicine jar.

"Mrs. Song, don't worry. Your mother is fine. You are resting inside. I will take you there."

Wei Ziqing felt a little more relaxed, but still worried, and quickly walked into the cubicle.

This is a place specially prepared for patients to rest temporarily. There are several small compartments, which are only as big as the next bed.

Song Mu was lying on the bed, his face was pale, his lips were bloodless, he seemed to be ten years older.

Wei Ziqing blamed himself, he was very busy these few days, knowing that Song Mu was not feeling well, he slept with him every day, but he didn't take it to heart, and made him worry about himself and Song Poming.

Thinking that Song Mu treats him well in every possible way on weekdays, indulges him, never restrains him, and treats him as a relative long ago, and there are such mistakes in getting along every day.

Xu felt that there was someone beside him, and Song Mu opened his eyes.

"Is that you, Brother Qing?"

"Mum, you're awake." Wei Ziqing sniffed, suppressing his crying.

"Well, I'm not at home, am I? Where is this?"

"It's Doctor Wang, how do you feel? I'll call Doctor Wang over here."

After a few words, Song Mu seemed to feel tired, closed his eyes and fell asleep again.

Dr. Wang came over to take the pulse, looked carefully at Song Mu's face, and signaled Wei Ziqing to come out and speak.

"I am him?

"Probably less than half a year."

Wei Ziqing originally wanted to ask why he was uncomfortable, but when he heard such a sentence, it seemed that he didn't quite understand it.

"What do you mean?" Wei Ziqing felt that his throat was so dry that he couldn't speak, and asked after swallowing several times.

"In the past six months, listen carefully to your mother. Whatever he wants to eat and do, try to be satisfied. Maybe... a month is also possible."

"But Eminem, you still talked and laughed with me yesterday, you look very healthy?"

Dr. Wang shook his head, "I told you that when you are old, there is nothing you can do. If you suffer a crime when you are young, you will have to pay back when you are old. Did your mother tell you where he hurts?"

"No...he always said that everything was fine, and he never mentioned any discomfort."

Wei Ziqing forced himself to recall bits and pieces of the past, Song Mu always smiled in front of them, and never said a word of discomfort.

"All the internal organs in his body are broken. I've seen him like this. He can't sleep because of the pain every day and night. You guys are still young, so you need to pay more attention..."

Wei Ziqing couldn't hear the rest of the words clearly, his mind was full of the scene of him sharing the bed with Song Mu these few days, he has always slept peacefully at Song Mu's place, he can sleep early, Emm?After he fell asleep, did E-Mu feel so painful that she couldn't fall asleep, afraid to disturb him but dared not make a sound, so she just kept her eyes open until dawn?

He's such a jerk that he can't even detect what's going on with someone so close.

Doctor Wang was used to seeing life and death parting, and seeing Wei Ziqing being hit hard, he was also deeply touched, and knew that nothing he could say at this moment could comfort his family, so he just sighed and went to see other patients.

When Song Boming came, he saw Wei Ziqing leaning against the door frame with a look of powerlessness, and he also had a bad feeling in his heart.

Through the door, I saw Eminem lying down at a glance, but I couldn't see anything with my eyes closed.

"How's Eminem?"

"Em is asleep."

"I mean what did the doctor say?"

Wei Ziqing seemed to have just come back to his senses, even he was so uncomfortable, what would happen to Song Boming, he was afraid to say it for a while.

"Mum... Doctor Wang said, it's only been half a year, or even... one month."

Wei Ziqing looked up at Song Boming, afraid that he would not be able to accept it, but he was exceptionally calm. The muscles on his face seemed to twitch, but then he returned to calm.

"Well, go back when Eminem wakes up, and I'll lead the carriage."

Wei Ziqing was a little uneasy, and other angry and sad, even painful tears, so calm makes people feel uneasy.

"Song Boming..."

Wei Ziqing stopped him, and stopped talking.

Song Boming passed him on his back and was walking out when he heard him yelling and paused, but he didn't turn around. Instead, he quickened his pace, as if he had escaped from here.

Wei Ziqing looked at his leaving back, then at Song Mu who was lying down, and squatted down helplessly.

It turns out that the death of life is always unstoppable, and it is the most powerless and painful thing.

The dog days have come to an end, and it is still so hot that people feel like they are being roasted.

It has been half a month since Song Mu fainted.

From that day on, Song Mu became more and more lethargic, and the time he opened his eyes every day became shorter and shorter, and during this short period of time, he was not always awake. He suddenly became confused, unable to recognize everyone, Including Song Boming.

He has always been close to Wei Ziqing. Sometimes he regards him as the dead mother and elder brother, and sometimes he regards him as Wei Ziqing's mother, and talks to him about things from a long time ago, but the words are upside down, Wei Zi Qing often doesn't understand, but she still agrees.

The neighbor next door, Brother Jun, has become acquainted with the furniture since the last time he borrowed furniture, and sometimes he would bring a needle and thread to sit and chat.

Wei Ziqing was worried about Song Mu, and often sat at the door of Song Mu's house, looking at him from time to time.

Brother Jun admired his dedication, but sometimes he was puzzled.

"Other people's families don't care as much as you do even if they are relatives. You can do it every day or two. You haven't slackened at all in the past half a month. I can see that your men are not as good as you."

Wei Ziqing smiled: "He is suffering in his heart, but how can he be idle like me, he has to support his family."

The two of them didn't care about their children's personal relationship for half a month, and they didn't have much time to talk about love. Wei Ziqing was practical and didn't mention the drawing paper. It can be seen that he ran home when he squeezed out time.

As soon as he came back, Wei Ziqing gave up the room to their mother-in-law, and Song Poming sat there, sometimes for a while.

Song Mu's illness has changed from his previous kind and gentle temperament, and he seems to have degenerated into infancy. He often loses his temper when he is confused, especially when facing Song Boming.

Seeing him, he beat and scolded him, Song Poming didn't hide, just listened and endured.

In fact, it didn't hurt, Song Mu didn't have much strength, but Wei Ziqing watched, every time at this time, Song Poming couldn't help exuding a sad breath, and it seemed that his expression would burst in the next second and he would cry out.

But it's been half a month, and he hasn't seen him cry once.

The night watch was kept by Song Boming, who specially made the floor in Song Mu's house, and sometimes Wei Ziqing would come over, not to take over, but when Song Mu was really noisy, and only Wei Ziqing could calm him down a little.

Just like that night, when he heard Song Mu's indistinct noise, he put on some clothes and rushed over.

"Hey, go to sleep, it's already dark."

Song Mu's voice was weak, his fingers were as dull as dead branches, and he grabbed Wei Ziqing's arm vigorously.

"Don't go, Ah Mu... Brother Tian is afraid."

"Okay, don't go, brother Tian, ​​go to sleep."

Wei Ziqing's voice was extremely gentle, and he patted Song Mu like coaxing a child.

Song Mu fell asleep after being tired, Wei Ziqing carefully pulled his arm away and yawned.

It's really uncomfortable to be woken up in the middle of the night.

"Thank you."

Song Boming silently watched Wei Ziqing's every move, with a bitter tone.

Wei Ziqing didn't know how to comfort him, his mother didn't recognize him, and he couldn't empathize with how hard he was.

Wei Ziqing stood up and walked slowly to the table, where Song Boming was sitting.

"It's getting late, go to bed quickly, don't burn yourself out."

He went out during the day and was busy all day, and came back at night to watch the night. For more than ten days in a row, his eyes were darkened, his aura was not as sharp as before, and he looked a little decadent.

When Wei Ziqing thought that he would not respond to him, Song Boming spoke.

"Em...do you hate me?"

"How could it be? You are his only child."

"That's why you hate me even more."

He talked to himself, and didn't think of any answer at all.

"I left home when I was young, and then I cut off news from the outside world. When I had the opportunity to send a letter, I had been away from home for 13 years. When I finally returned home, I found out that my father had died a long time ago. Eminem My eyes are also blind, the house is dilapidated, and I don’t know anything, Eminem is lonely, and I don’t know what life is like.”

Song Boming covered his eyes with one hand, Wei Ziqing couldn't see the expression on his face clearly.

"He never complained about me, and he cared about my food, clothing, housing and transportation just like other people's Amu, but I could feel that he was cold in his heart, and there was a gap between him and me. But I didn't take it seriously , I just want to make up for him in the future, but it has only been half a year since I came back, and he has not lived a stable life for a few days, and he is so sick, I would rather Eminem beat me and scold me, I feel better."

It was the first time Wei Ziqing saw Song Boming lose control of his emotions, and the grief and self-blame in his words were obvious. He felt that Song Boming seemed to be crying, as if tears were dripping on his gray shirt.

Wei Ziqing also felt uncomfortable, and he really felt distressed, and couldn't help but want to comfort this fragile man.

A hand gently caressed the back of his head, and slowly hugged his head into his arms.

"Shut up, cry, no one can see it here, and neither can I."

Song Boming put his arms around his waist with one hand, and he could clearly feel the temperature of his skin through the thin summer clothes. He tightened his arms, as if grabbing a life-saving straw, and buried his head deeper.

Wei Ziqing was also infected by his emotions, his eyes were slightly red, and the two hugged each other for a long time without any lust.

Quietly, something had changed between them.

Time passed unhurriedly, and it was Liqiu in a blink of an eye.

The business at Qianji went smoothly. Although it was not as hot as it was at the beginning, it still met their expectations. Many people from neighboring cities even came here admiringly.

Yue Ranxuan's business will inevitably be affected, not only because of the apology statement that day, but also because of Qian Ji's fancy marketing. Strike while the iron is hot, which only makes Yue Ranxuan look ashamed. Recently, it is reported that they are planning to move the store go to big places.

Wei Ziqing was noncommittal about this, and the dividends given by Qian Ji have always been timely, and because he took the high-end customized route, the amount of silver was very objective. Every time he sold one, he could get a share of two or three hundred copper coins, which was also regarded as Have a stable source of income.

Song Mu's illness was recurrent and serious, and he often couldn't sleep because of the pain at night. Many of Wei Ziqing's original plans were also put on hold, and he focused on Song Mu.

Song Boming didn't know what he was doing, and he often didn't come home for two or three days. Wei Ziqing couldn't interfere with his secrets too much. He believed that Song Boming knew it well, and if it wasn't a last resort, he wouldn't leave home often at such a time.

The burden of taking care of Song Mu almost fell on him. Brother Jun gave him a suggestion and asked him to hire a woman to come over and help him wash and feed Song Mu, which made it easier Son.

In the middle of the night, Wei Ziqing ran to the study to draw the latest drawing while Song Mu was sleeping.

Song Boming has not returned home for three days, because he wanted to catch up with the map, he left Mrs. Zheng to take care of Song Mu for a while.

Just thinking about it and about to write, Mrs. Zheng knocked on the door.

"Brother Qing, your mother told you to let me go over."

Wei Ziqing felt a little strange in his heart, and felt that it was a little abnormal. It had been a long time since E'Mu had not fully expressed his meaning.

"Isn't Eminem asleep?"

"I just woke up suddenly and told me that I want to see Bo Ming. I said that Bo Ming was not at home, so he said he wanted to see you."

Wei Ziqing's heart skipped a beat, thinking that Song Mu was awake, unable to restrain his joy, he put down his pen and rushed out.

As soon as he entered, he saw Song Mu lying there with his eyes open, and when he heard him coming in, he turned his head slightly.

"Brother Qing, is that you?"

Wei Ziqing ran over excitedly, knelt down beside the bed, and held Song Mu's hand with both hands.

"Em, do you recognize me?"

"Silly boy, how could I not recognize you?"

Wei Ziqing's eye sockets were instantly wet, he was happy.

"It's really great, Eminem, you don't know how sad we are these days, you get better soon, I'll make mung bean cakes for you."

Song Mu seemed to have really recovered from his illness, with a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, returning to his former loving appearance.

"Okay, okay, put less sugar, I don't like too sweet."

"I listen to you."

Probably due to being ill for too long, it was very difficult for Song Mu to say these few words.

He paused and asked again.

"Where's Pomin?"

"He's been very busy these days. He hasn't been home for several days. He probably will be back soon. When Bo Ming comes back and sees that you recognize him, he must be very happy."

"Bo Ming, aren't you at home? I feel like I haven't seen him for a long time, and I miss him a little."

Song Mu said word by word, his voice became weaker and weaker, and he felt like falling asleep at any time.

Only then did Wei Ziqing realize something was wrong, and suddenly panicked.

"Em, Song Poming is coming back, don't sleep, wait for him later."

He didn't know when Song Boming would come back, but he subconsciously said that, and he didn't know why.

"I'm tired and want to sleep."

"No, Eminem, don't sleep, I'll go to Song Poming, wait a little longer, I'll go to him! I'll go now!"

Wei Ziqing had tears streaming down his face, his voice was so choked up that he couldn't speak, he got up and was about to rush out the door, when he just got to the door, he heard a long sigh, he froze there, he didn't dare to turn back.

Mrs. Zheng watched at the door, a little worried.

"Brother Qing, what's the matter? Why are you crying like this?"

Wei Ziqing was panting, trembling all over, his legs went limp, but luckily Mrs. Zheng supported her.

With the help of Mrs. Zheng, he somehow moved to Song Mu's bed, knelt down on the ground, and finally cried bitterly.

Author's gossip: The stupid author himself was crying when he wrote it, and it was the same in the first book. When he mentioned the parting of his relatives, he couldn't help crying, alas, cherish the people in front of your relatives and friends