The president is dying every day

Chapter 33 Like a Couple

As soon as he entered and exited the operating room, something was missing from Ren Chuan's body. The effect of the anesthesia had not yet worn off. He lay upright on the bed, with anti-inflammatory needles stuck in the back of his hand, staring at the ceiling boredly.

With a click, the door of the ward opened, and Jiang Huan walked in cautiously, for fear that if he took a breath, the people in front of him would disperse.

He touched Ren Chuan's finger, it was cold, "Chuan'er?"

Ren Chuan blinked at him wearily.

"Why..." Jiang Huan's heart was tugged, seeing Ren Chuan lying on the hospital bed with a pale face, completely lost in his former style, he was speechless.

Ren Chuan opened his mouth, "I..."

Jiang Huan sat down in front of the hospital bed, just holding his hand like that, clasping his fingers together, sticky and scorching body temperature, his two eye sockets were slightly red, and he looked a bit like a newcomer. The sunset porcelain that came out of the kiln still had a few drops of glaze tears.

Outside the window is a deep sea of ​​night, with a few strands of light floating up and down, Ren Chuan looked at him quietly, Jiang Huan has a unique smell, as if buried by wind and sand for many years, the moment he broke through the ground, it was so terrifying. People are beautiful.

He is like a piece of thousand-year-old porcelain floating in a foreign country. Different-colored eyes admire him, and they scramble to hold him in the palm of their hands, but they can't stop the traces of ancient charm, and they have the strength of a nobleman from the Qing Dynasty.

"I'll be with you." Jiang Huan pinched the bones of his hand, and breathed a sigh of relief towards the palm of his hand, "It's so cold."

Ren Chuan's heart was pinched lightly, he struggled to get up, but his body didn't listen, "Hey, I..."

"Don't move." Jiang Huan pressed him on the bed, "I'll serve you."

He brought the cup and carefully brought it to Ren Chuan's mouth, "Sip it."

Ren Chuan took two sips, and the water that he couldn't swallow flowed down his chin. Jiang Huan saw it, and quickly reached out to wipe it off. His thumb accidentally touched Ren Chuan's lower lip, which was unexpectedly soft.

Both of them were stunned.

"Then what..." The atmosphere was a bit unusual, Jiang Huan turned his eyes abruptly, coughed twice to cover up, "I..."

He hurriedly took out the reader, "I'll read it to you..."

Ren Chuan's ears perked up, so good?Still have a story to listen to?

Jiang Huan said it all, "...read you the fourth-level words."

Ren Chuan: "..."

"I will take the adult self-examination in July next year." Jiang Huansha looked at him seriously, "This can't be sloppy."

In fact, he had selfish intentions. The old people said that making an agreement was equivalent to pulling a red rope. He and Ren Chuan had an appointment in the midsummer of July. Could it be that Ren Chuan would not die this winter?

Jiang Huan really opened up the fourth-level vocabulary and read it to Ren Chuan, "Read it with me—abandon, abandon, abandon, abandon."

Ren Chuan's voice was weak, "abandon—"

"Read with me—ability, ability, ability, skill."

"ability—"

What the hell, Jiang Huan, with a master's degree in computer science from Cambridge University, is teaching people to read level-[-] words here. This is the first experience in his life, and he couldn't help laughing.

Ren Chuan read and found a problem, looked at Jiang Huan, "You... know it?"

Jiang Huan: "..."

"Not all of them." He stumbled, "Uh... this, ab... so... lute..."

Ren Chuan told him, "Eberslut, absolutely, purely."

In the end, a proud little expression appeared on his face, "I will do this."

"Next." Jiang Huan continued to look down, "ab...stra...ct."

Ren Chuan couldn't take it anymore when he stumbled over his good English. He reached out and took the reader from his hand, "Come on, let me teach you."

Jiang Huan looked at him curiously, "You know it?"

"Level four..." Just as Ren Chuan wanted to laugh, he suddenly stopped and grinned, a little reluctantly, "Eh... some can't."

It's a joke, he doesn't even make jokes when he swears in English.

"Let's learn together then." Jiang Huan climbed into bed, "Let me go."

"Hey, I..." Before Ren Chuan could say anything, Jiang Huan had already squeezed in. The two bodies were pressed against each other without any gaps. The body temperature was transmitted through the fabric, which was extremely appropriate.

"This." Jiang Huan pointed at the acceptance, "What do you read?"

"Acceptance." Ren Chuan read out, "the deformation of accept, the noun form."

Looking at his pale red lips, Jiang Huan suddenly became distracted, "Read it again."

Ren Chuan emphasized the pronunciation, "ac-cep-tance."

Jiang Huan chased after him, and his breath was a little messy. For some reason, he especially liked Ren Chuan's accent in English, not the London accent and Oxford accent that was uploaded on the Internet, but it had a spicy taste, "Read it again... ..."

The two people's arms are wrapped around their arms, and their chests are against their backs. The moonlight in the middle of the night reflects on their faces, and the fine hairs on the skin can be seen clearly. Even the atmosphere in the ward has changed. This is not a study at all. atmosphere.

Ren Chuan noticed it, his heart became extraordinarily noisy because of the approach in the middle of the night, his breathing became chaotic uncontrollably, and his voice became hoarse, "Hey..."

Jiang Huan felt restlessness, but he couldn't tell what it was like. Looking at Ren Chuan in front of him, the moonlight was streaming on his lips, forehead, and exposed collarbone, as if a layer had been cast on the misty and rainy day. On the clear glazed blue and white porcelain, he subconsciously lowered the force in his hand, fearing that if the force was too strong, it would break him.

He couldn't help but say, "angel..."

"What?" Ren Chuan didn't hear clearly, he stared at Jiang Huan's lips, opening and closing, but he didn't hear what he said.

"Angel, God, Angel." Jiang Huan stretched out his finger, turned a few pages on the reader, pointed to the word, and read it again, "angel..."

But when he was talking, his eyes were fixed on Ren Chuan. There were too many things hidden in his eyes, and it was difficult to understand for a while.

Ren Chuan let out a smile at the corner of his mouth. He turned around and faced Jiang Huan face to face. He stretched out his hand to touch the chest muscles he had coveted for a long time, touched his lips lightly, and uttered a word, "arrow."

Every byte seemed to be the heartbeat of the devil. Ren Chuan read it as if bewitching, pressed heavily on his heart, and shot Jiang Huan directly in the chest, "Cupid'sarrow."

God's gift, Cupid's arrow.

Jiang Huan's heart beat suddenly and he held his breath.

He knows what a cupid is, and he also knows what an arrow is, but he doesn't understand it from Ren Chuan's mouth. He is like a fool who broke into the fog and couldn't tell the direction. He was anxious, "What..."

Ren Chuan stretched out his finger, turned a few pages on the reader, and pointed to the word arrow, "I'm talking about this, arrow, arrow. Cupid'sarrow, the god of love in Greek mythology, the arrow of Cupid, in the legend , as long as Cupid shoots two people in the heart, the two will become lovers."

Jiang Huan leaned over, and the distance between the two of them was narrowed again. He put his chin on the top of Ren Chuan's head, the tip of his nose was scratched a little by the hair, and he could still smell the clean and fragrant smell. , belongs to Ren Chuan alone.

Jiang Huan's Adam's apple moved up and down, "I said..."

"...why do you still have hair?"

Jiang Huan patted his head, "Aren't you doing chemotherapy?"

Ren Chuan: "..."

"Hua!" In desperation, he could only say, "Why not, twice a week!"

Jiang Huan stroked his head. His hair was not only smooth but also strong, and he couldn't even pull a few strands off. "Then...why don't you lose your hair?"

Ren Chuan was talking nonsense, "Well... because I used the Bawang anti-hair loss shampoo, the effect is amazing, I recommend it to you, you have beautiful hair, flowing in the wind, you deserve it."

He was about to ask Jiang Huan back, but before he could say anything, he stopped. Jiang Huan's hair was shaved to the point where there was only a hair inch left, and there was only a stubble of young hair sticking to his scalp. He looked cool and handsome.

"Let me shave it for you." Jiang Huan stroked Ren Chuan's hair again. It was soft and easy to touch, "Huh?"

Ren Chuan couldn't bear to part with his hair, "No...no need."

"I lost more hair after chemotherapy." Jiang Huan told him the facts, "I lost a lot of hair. I don't cut it now. It's easier to cut it now."

He did what he said, "I'll ask the nurse for a clipper."

Ren Chuan wailed, "Don't—"

"Oh, why are you being polite to me?" Jiang Huan shook off his hand, "Wait for me."

Ren Chuan: "..."

He's really rude.

After a while, Jiang Huan came back with scissors and tweezers, and the plastic sheet around his body, which was quite neat.

Ren Chuan still wanted to struggle one last time, "Let's discuss it, why don't you shave all your bald heads?"

"Same as me." Jiang Huan wrapped a plastic sheet around his neckline and clipped it with clips, "We shave lovers... not brothers' heads."

As soon as the faders were plugged in, they buzzed. Ren Chuan couldn't see what was on his head, but felt his scalp cool down. It used to be painful to lose one, but now Jiang Huan shaved it clean.

Ren Chuan's heart is ashamed now, very peaceful, as if he is about to sink into the ground.

His hair was like wheat seedlings harvested in autumn, falling out in strands. Jiang Huan first cut off his fashionable curly hair with scissors, and then pushed it clean with a clipper.

He shook the plastic cloth twice, shook off the broken hair, and gave Ren Chuan a mirror, "Okay, let's take a look."

Ren Chuan closed his eyes and dared not look at his current ugly appearance. Without his hair, is he still human.

"Oh, take a look." Jiang Huan urged him, "I'm a good crafter."

Ren Chuan opened one eye first, and glanced at the mirror. The man in the mirror had exquisite facial features, which was rare and upright, with green stubble on the top of his head, which was different from the previous French wave. He is a high-ranking and air-conditioned president, and now he looks like a young boy who can be met in an alley by chance.

Jiang Huan boasted, "My craft is good."

Ren Chuan curled his lips, "Just shave, and I will too."

Jiang Huan embraced his shoulders with great enthusiasm, and looked in the mirror with him, "Look at the two of us now, we look alike, and when we go out, we will definitely say that these two are..."

Ren Chuan picked up his words in an inaudible whisper, "...couples."

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