"Well, we're in a relationship."

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The rain slowed down a bit.

Not far away the yelling continues, the sweeping light of a flashlight.

Completely unnoticed behind the thick sky-scraping tree, due to the fact that it was back-to-back and densely covered with trees, there were two people hiding there for the time being, but it was only a matter of time before they were discovered.

Lu Beihuai felt Song Qie, who was held tightly in his arms, shrink into a ball, shivering, he covered the other party's mouth without letting go, and lowered his head against his slightly cool cheeks, "You send a message now to tell them that we're going back, don't let them come over."

"I don't want to go back, and I don't want you to go back."

"May I Song Qie, I'd like to stay here with you for a while."

Said Song Qie put his hand into his pocket and took out his cell phone, before holding his hand on the screen of the phone, pushed the water on the screen, and tried to get him to enter the password to unlock the phone.

Song Qie's fingertips were trembling lightly, and there was absolutely no chance for him to refuse, so she could only unlock her phone first and listen to his words to send a message to the group with f3, saying that they had already gone back to the house.

About a minute after sending the message, the voices still searching in front of us faded away, saying 'they've gone back already go on'.

Until the pace faded completely with the sound of talking.

The rain was still falling, partially covered by the umbrella overhead with the big tree, the coolness of the rain and the soaked clothes penetrated into the skin.

Song Qie felt a little cold, his body was wet and uncomfortable, but his arms were tightly confined by Lu Beihuai's arms, and his mouth was covered, so he couldn't move at all, except for lifting his wrists.

He pushed with all his might, "...... Well."

He then felt his entire body being carried by Lu Beihuai to sit under the tree, right in the man's arms and lap as he stared wide-eyed.

...... No, it's raining big brother, sitting here ？？？？

It's really epileptic.

Lu Beihuai sat down on the trunk of the tree, not caring whether it was clean or dirty, he held Song Qie in his lap, and did not let him sit on the muddy ground, let go of the hand covering his mouth, the umbrella handle hooked in the crook of his arm was still blocking the top of his head.

In this position, strong arms circled the single Song Qie in his arms, holding his trembling body tightly, burying his face into the slightly cool, slender shoulders and neck, trying to seek something.

Tick-tock, tick-tock.

What drips down the neck.

Song Qie shivered as raindrops from the edge of the umbrella's handle fell on her ankle, and the next moment her ankle was gripped by a large hand and brought a little further under the umbrella without letting her foot get wet again.

Song Qie forced herself to endure the coldness of the wet clothes against her body, and I don't know if it was because she had been covering his mouth for too long, but now she actually felt a little dizzy, and also felt that this head on her shoulder was even heavier.

Until the broad palms let go.

He was then able to nose and mouth together to catch his breath, leaning back as he took the strength out of his somewhat exhausted body.

".... Lu Beihuai, you're quite childish." And talking about wanting to die.

"You cursed me."

Song Qie felt a little funny when she heard, "You're kinda crazy."

"No cursing me."

"You could curse before why not now."

".... I thought you said you wanted me to forgive you?"

Song Qie tried to push this guy behind her away, but she couldn't, and became irritated, "I don't want to now, if you don't forgive, you don't forgive, you can do whatever you want."

The space under the umbrella was squashed down, and the fishy smell of dirt and rain, as if this one not-so-clean inch was a private space for the two of them, made even this very light word of annoyance seem unmistakable.

"No." Lu Beihuai's trembling hands clasped the thin shoulders in front of her, her tone sounding fiercely insistent, yet vulnerable and pitiful.

"Didn't you say that you've earned the money, so you don't have to stay in the Song family, so go away."

At this point it's like whisper time for two crazy people.

No one in their right mind should be crazy enough to go this far hiding under trees on rainy days, sitting in the dirty dirt cuddling and whispering.

"I'm not going."

Song Qie listened to Lu Beihuai's sudden low tone, as if he were commiserating, "What are you commiserating about, not commiserating when I want you to."

Complaining about what? What's there to complain about? He hasn't complained yet. Unlucky backstabber.

Lu Beihuai felt Song Qie's tone towards him was not as good as before, and his mood instantly hit rock bottom, sensing that he was trying to push himself away again, and once again hugged him tightly.

"...You keep it down, it hurts."

The small space under the umbrella made the words sound less than lethal, but someone loosened up a bit anyway.

Song Qie felt cold, raised her hand and rubbed her itchy nose, she couldn't help but sneeze a few times, her voice was a bit jarred, "Alright, I'm going back."

"Would you care if I was happy or unhappy?" Lu Beihuai wasn't about to let him back in.

Song Qie listens to the sound of her head falling, "Which time I didn't care about your emotions, you're the one who's too stubborn."

"How I'm being stubborn."

Song Qie suddenly felt that this kind of chatting is a little crazy, probably from the unseen feeling new experience, he laughed very softly: "Lu Beihuai, you have to know that all day long the person who puts death on the lips is not looking forward to death, you obviously want me to like you very much."

"When did I ever think you liked me."

"You're clearly enjoying yourself." Song Qie felt an inexplicable slowing down of her heartbeat, the frequency of her breathing followed suit, her body felt colder and colder, and she subconsciously shrunk her shoulders and leaned into Lu Beihuai's arms.

He listened to Lu Beihuai's voice as it almost broke his defense, giddy and feeling darkly happy.

"Who enjoys it, you're the one who likes me." Lu Beihuai wrinkled his nose at his comment about being cold.

Song Qie nodded perfunctorily, "...... Yes, yes, yes, it's okay if I don't like you then."

Lu Beihuai's brows tightened when he heard the last sentence, "What do you mean you don't like me, you obviously like me."

"..... Lu Beihuai, I don't like you."

Lu Beihuai look changed in an instant, he gripped Song Qie's shoulders tightly, his eyes were sickly paranoid: "You obviously like me very much, you are starting to coax me, give me rewards and even wear a small skirt ...."

There was panic in the slightly trembling voice, like a broken defense after learning that everything he had gotten in the meantime was false.

After saying this he didn't hear Song Qie's reply, instead he felt that this guy's body was shaking a bit and subconsciously hugged him tightly.

Song Qie leaned against Lu Beihuai's chest, listening to the other party's strong heartbeat through the soaked clothes, feeling her heartbeat getting slower and slower, so slow that it was as if her strength was being stripped away little by little, and the location of her heart was densely packed with dull pain, and her head began to ache violently.

..... Why does it feel like my chest hurts so much.

He moved his lips to tell Lu Beihuai to stop hugging him so tightly, but he couldn't speak either.

The sensation of numbness in his limbs grew more pronounced, and the slowing down of his breathing rate caused his consciousness to sink, as if each breath was carrying him downward.

Even Lu Beihuai's voice sounded like it was coming from far away, all echoes.

His eyes sank shut and his consciousness was swallowed by darkness almost instantly.

The disengaged hand dropped down to fall on the dirt beside him.

-- Lu Beihuai, I don't like you.

"Song Qie, you like me right?"

Lu Beihuai did not hear the answer, and asked several times, and even felt that the person in his arms did not hear much breathing, his head buzzed, slowly lowered his head, and put his ear close to Song Qie.

Breathe ......

It's like I can't hear you.

Why don't you answer him? Is it true that you don't like him?

It's all a lie to him?

He was almost silent at this instant.

From a long time ago he wanted Song Qie to die, and every night he wanted to pinch and strangle Song Qie to death, questioning why such a person hadn't died yet.

He saw Song Qie being engulfed by the waves, her face drowned one at a time, and then struggling to reveal herself, calling out his name, when no one was there to see it, only he was there, and in fact, he could have pulled the person over with one reach.

He didn't reach out until Song Qie's head was engulfed and the hand was about to disappear he pulled the man up, looking at the pale, discolored, already drowned face, and admitting that the pleasure of that moment climbed to its peak.

But ......

Song Qie, he's changed.

After waking up Song Qie becomes so clingy to him, she will be scared of him but smile at him, protect him and comfort him, and wear a little dress to coax him, and just now she told him to like herself more and told him not to care about other people's eyes.

Told him I was sorry many times.

He didn't feel like he would forgive Song Qie for what she had done to him in the last ten years by saying a few words of apology, which was hard to forgive, but if Song Qie wasn't there then who would he look to for revenge.

Now what.

Song Qie seemed to be uncomfortable again, several times, and he'd scared him many times lately, but he didn't seem to get the same thrill of revenge that he used to get, the thrill of watching Song Qie drown alive in the water when he was surfing.

He stooped down and held Song Qie, who was heavy and motionless in his arms, close to him.

The heart instantly felt like it had been crushed suddenly, and the soreness filled the room in no time.

"Song Qie, don't you like me?"

He cried out, the end of his voice quivering, and shook Song Qie's body, which was a soft mess and didn't answer him, and was terribly quiet.

This moment of near-panicked disorientation washed over me, a fear and dread like no other.

"Song Qie ！！！！"

The hysteria, which could no longer be strained, rang out.

The rain finally stopped.

......

"Attention medical staff, Rehabilitation Inpatient Building 1st floor lobby 999!"

Hospital radio suddenly sounded a rush of emergency broadcasting sound, the hospital emergency radio 999 immediately started, the hospital emergency gate came footsteps and cart sound rush.

Almost within minutes and seconds, the doctors and nurses from the Emergency Department cum Emergency Intensive Care Unit rushed down immediately.

Minute to minute handover and emergency primary care.

The teenager in the hospital bed is wearing an oxygen mask, his hair is wet, his clothes are soaked with mud on the edges, his face is bloodless, and the index of the sign monitor on the hospital bed car is not ideal, emitting a shrill alarm.

"Patient is hypoxic and comatose with Falunculus tetralogy of Fallot, oxygen 88, systolic 86 diastolic 32 blood pressure too low, temperature 38.9, establish IV access immediately and start with IV rehydration."

It was at this point that the sign monitor again fluctuated dramatically, and the curve for resp (breathing) declined, appearing to index to zero.

"Hurry!!! Move the emergency center immediately!"

The hospital bed cart quickly entered the elevator and rushed toward the emergency room, afraid of a second's delay.

Until the emergency room door closed heavily with a red light.

The muffled, heavy sound of the door slamming suddenly sounded like it landed hard on the top of the head, jarring the head, and everything seemed to be caught off guard in the same way as the red 'In Surgery' words.

The tall teenager standing in the doorway was soaked to the skin and still had the dirty sludge of the dirt on him, his head bowed in a manner that made him appear to be at a loss for words.

A few minutes later, hurried footsteps sounded at the end of the hallway.

Lu Beihuai looked over at the sound and realized that it was the three of them along with Song's father and mother, and before he could say anything, a 'pop' sound and a slap landed heavily on his face.

He didn't move or duck, not with any less force.

There was a buzzing in his ears, and Knotty took it, his expression remaining indifferent, as if he hadn't reacted to the slap.

Song's father was so angry that his chest was heaving up and down, he was already so angry that his blood pressure was coming up because of a photo that came from nowhere, and then this happened again.

He looked at Lu Beihuai in front of him which was all dirty: "Beihuai, didn't I tell you to keep an eye on him, in the morning the doctor just told me that he would have to undergo another surgery in a couple of months, and that he mustn't catch a cold or a fever before the surgery, and now he's making a mess for me like this!!!"

"How long has it been!"

Song mother quickly pulled Song father, she was also anxious, but still afraid of her husband's anger hurt body: "Well you, hit Beihuai do what, you are not unaware of Baby's character, may be he fooled around."

"It's my fault." Lu Beihuai lowered his eyes and whispered, "If he hadn't been so worried about me coming out to find me nothing would have happened."

The hands that hung at his side gradually clenched, with such intensity that his knuckles turned white, as if even his nails had sunk into the skin and flesh of his palms, all unable to ease the stuffiness in his chest, and he looked to the side without moving.

Look to Zhou Ming.

Zhou Ming, who was standing beside him, suddenly tightened his hand at his side; this man was doing it on purpose.

Song father doesn't want to hear these have-nots anymore, his eyebrows wrinkled into a chuan: "Song Qie is not like you guys, he grew up in poor health, itself develops slower than his peers, that heart stitches and mends don't know how many more years, from now on I won't allow you guys to take him out to play again."

Zhou Ming immediately tried to explain, "Uncle Song, we usually take care of--"

"Okay, I'm not in the mood to talk to you guys anymore, I won't let Song Qie play any more nonsense until he goes abroad to study, so he'll just study hard for me."

Song's father finished staring at the operating room door, how to say is also galloping the business world of the big man, this face sinks no one dares to speak again.

Mother Song saw the situation and could only let Zhou Ming and the three of them go back first: "You guys go back first, when Song Qie wakes up I'll let him tell you, wait for your Uncle Song to calm down first."

Zhou Ming The three of them did not expect it to happen so suddenly, but they could not say anything, and one or two of them were a little lost, so they could only respond to leave first.

The atmosphere outside the operating room also fell silent as the personnel left.

Mother Song looked at Lu Beihuai who stood by the side of the silent, see his left side was swollen position, and thought of the noon that incident, she was in a very complicated mood, and then associated with this period of time Song Qie's changes, as if it makes sense again.

After about ten more minutes, the emergency room opened its doors and the doctor stepped out.

Song's father and mother greeted him anxiously, "How is it doctor?"

Lu Beihuai subconsciously tried to move forward, his feet moving a bit, but ultimately he didn't move, but his gaze fell firmly on the doctor.

"The main thing is that the syncope caused by low blood oxygen, coupled with the rain and fever, may cause myocarditis, his condition has to be taken seriously, if in the absence of intense mood swings, purely because of the rain and fever caused by low blood oxygen syncope, then his problem will become more and more serious."

The doctor continued, "The heart function itself is relatively poor, the blood supply to the heart is not good, can avoid the emotions and exertion as much as possible, if the frequent occurrence of ischemia and hypoxia caused by the coma, even if there is after the operation, on his prognosis will still cause a great burden."

"Now the blood oxygen slowly come up, breathing is also stable, is the fever has not yet subsided, have to observe 24 hours, after that or pay more attention to his situation, cold and fever will continue to aggravate the burden on his heart, if it is not timely delivery of hypoxia coma asphyxia is irreversible damage."

......

In the hospital room, Song's mother is with Song Qie, who hasn't woken up yet.

At this time outside the doorway, the two men stood in a somewhat stagnant atmosphere, if someone came from a short distance at this time, they would have realized that the two men's silhouettes were very similar.

"Beihuai, what's going on with you and Song Qie."

Lu Beihuai I thought I was going to be criticized for this incident, but when I saw Song's father handing the phone over and then saw the photo on it, I stiffened, and there was a coldness that struck me as the blood flowed backwards from the soles of my feet.

It was a picture of him hugging Song Qie with his head down in the stairwell, from this angle it looked more like he was kissing Song Qie.

"Are you two ...... in love?" Father Song's tone was stern.

Lu Beihuai didn't look up, didn't even make a sound, and he didn't know why he suddenly stopped answering.

--It's okay if I don't like you.

...... Song Qie said not like him.

It can't be. It's been so good to him. It can't be a trick.

"Well, we're in a relationship."

How could Song Qie not like him.

Song father heard the answer immediately angry chest up and down, the education and concepts he received do not allow such a situation in the family: "Beihuai, Song family will not allow the existence of homosexuality, I don't care who you like first who is good, stop in time, it's good for all of you."

"Can't you even like it with all your heart?" Lu Beihuai asked rhetorically.

Song Qie's father had goosebumps when he heard this, he held back his qualities and looked at Lu Beihuai with a gloomy expression: "Beihuai, can you afford the reputation and rumors that homosexuality needs to carry? Even if you can afford it, Song Qie can't afford it, he is my only child, the future heir of the Song Group! He must carry on the family line!!!"

"Uncle Song, you are also someone who has received higher education and seen the world, you should be able to understand that love is gender-neutral and homosexuality is not a disease."

Song's father heard the boy's sarcasm and was so angry that his hands itched, "If you were my son, this beating would not have been spared for you today, if you guys don't think that this matter is serious, then fine, I will separate you and time will tell you the answer."

"Then you'll have to ask Baby first."

"Who gave you permission to call him Baby!!!"

Lu Beihuai felt so strong at this point: "He told me to shout."

Song father has never felt so bad, his son's body is precious to beat, this kid is not his son even less reason to beat, he took a deep breath to suppress the anger of his heart, "Beihuai, I know you have always been a very upwardly mobile child, you have to know that if I am hard-hearted you will never see Song Qie, and may not be able to send you out of the country this time. "

"Then I'll try to make the money and catch up with Song Qie." Lu Beihuai thought to himself, he already had a way to make money, the big deal was to go back and play a few more matches and bleed a little.

There's no way Song Qie doesn't like him.

Absolutely not.

When Song's father heard these words, he suddenly thought of what Song Qie had told him before, and the more he thought about it, the more his head ached. He was fooled by Song Qie, and this guy had already made his calculations long ago, so there was no such thing as making money.

It's almost like a plan to fool him in order to elope with Lu Beihuai!!!!

"What, are you still thinking of eloping if I do stop you?"

"I listen to Song Qie." Lu Beihuai replied lightly, if Song Qie really didn't like him then he would have to tie him up.

Father Song felt like he was about to pinch someone, but then he suddenly remembered something, he half narrowed his eyes, "I don't know if Song Qie has told you that he wants to recognize you as his brother, if that's the case I agree."

"I don't agree." Lu Beihuai looked at Song's father, "Unless you're okay with an older brother falling in love with a younger one, I think the gossip about this one will be stronger."

Song father: "......" this child is epileptic not: "Beihuai, Song Qie he grew up with a particularly capricious temperament, so arrogant a person you like him to do what? I'm not sure if it's a good idea, but I'm sure it's a good idea to take a good feeling for a good feeling," he said. You see when he was small he even deliberately rode on you, treating you like a horse."

"To each his own, turnips and greens can be a special kind of fling, now that I think about it." Lu Beihuai replied.

Song father looked at the front of this soaking wet obviously woeful but waist straight tall teenager, if not from childhood to watch and grow up, know the roots of this guy's character, he is likely to make hands on things.

"I'll talk to Song Qie when he wakes up, until then you don't go back to Song's house."

Lu Beihuai listened in silence for a few moments, before replying after a while, "Good."

Ask him to leave the Song family? Ask him to give up Song Qie?

It's not possible.

"If you still hope that your father can spend this period of time peacefully, uncle also hope that you can seriously think about it, is it really worth it to do so, you and Song Qie are not from the same world after all. Uncle doesn't mean to look down on you, it's just that the truth is true, he is the heir of Song Qie Group in the future, shouldering the heavy responsibility of the family, if you want to climb to this height, you need to put in a great deal of effort."

"Everyone wants to become a man of the world, but not everyone can climb to the position of a man of the world, and the Song family's status rights accumulated over several generations are not likely to be an exception to the rule, the door is right for the family, and passing on the family name, this is what Song Qie must do. With the right person he will get engaged early and at the right age he will get married."

Lu Beihuai pulled his lips, "But uncle, Song Qie, he said he likes me very much, if you force him like this, maybe he will listen, but how do you know if he will run away on the wedding day, or if he will get married but cheat on me in private."

'Pah'-

The slap resounded through the hallway with a crisp intensity that sounded like it was used with all its might.

Lu Beihuai was hit to the side of the face, there are slap marks on the left side of the face to add redness, he used the tip of his tongue against the inside of the cheek that hurts, wet hair messy and disorderly, hooked his lips and smiled, drooping eyes and lowered eyelids of the appearance of the body is filled with rebellion and gloom.

Like it's broken and self-destructive.

"Lu Beihuai, I've watched you grow up, ask myself, I didn't treat you and your father badly, did I? From the time you stepped into the Song family, I let you follow Song Qie to study, let you receive the best elite education, and even thought that if you could take good care of Song Qie, I would send you both abroad, but this is how you treat the Song family."

Lu Beihuai looked at the middle-aged man in front of him jaded look angry hard to hold back, his heart gave birth to an infinite urge for revenge.

"Yes, I should be grateful, but your kindness to me and my dad comes with conditions, doesn't it? If it wasn't for my father saving your life back then, would a capitalist like you really be so charitable? If I didn't tolerate Song Qie's temper and let him play with me, would you have kept me?"

Song father did not expect this guy to dare to talk to him like this, it seems that it is still underestimated, there are not many people who can tolerate Song Qie s temper, this guy counts as one, and now it is good to come to torture him.

"What if I have to make you leave Song Qie?"

"TV shows are in it, you have to get paid for it."

Father Song was so angry that he lost his smile, "Okay, fine, how much do you want."

Lu Beihuai's lion's share: "I want Song's group."

Father Song was instantly silent.

Lu Beihuai laughed, his skin smiled but not his flesh, the emotion in the bottom of his eyes was gloomy, like some kind of extreme paranoia: "Then I want Song Qie, I only want him, for him I can become a human being, no matter what I will not leave him."

He'd die before he'd let Song Qie go.