Doctor He, take your meerkat away.

Chapter 45

The kitchen in the new home is huge, and Zhang Hongmeng was wearing He Songyu's clothes, helping him, "So, have you been working out for the past four years?"

"Huh? Yes, I will go to the gym because there is nothing I want to do." He Songyu concentrated on handling the fresh squid in his hand, but did not hear any extraneous words. Zhang Hongmeng was picking vegetable leaves, thinking for a while and said "Then I'll sign up for a gym too."

Only then did He Songyu put down the knife in his hand, and turned around to ask him, "Why?"

"Look, was there such a big difference between us in the past? Your clothes are the same size as mine." Zhang Hongmeng pulled on his clothes, which were baggy and not too long, but obviously much thinner.

“Very nice, I like it very much”

Zhang Hongmeng threw a vegetable leaf to him, "Hmph, do you like it? I don't like it. I want to build strong muscles. I have been sitting in the office every day for the past four years, and I have no chance to exercise on the operating table. so."

He Songyu nodded in agreement, exercising must be a good thing, and the topic did not continue.

The food on the table was so delicious that people drool, and He Songyu's cooking skills were only improving. Zhang Hongmeng couldn't help worrying about his few remaining abdominal muscles. He didn't want to become a potbellied man after he was old and had a slow metabolism. The middle-aged uncle, he restrained his appetite very much, but he couldn't resist the temptation.

He Songyu showed him around the house in detail. What he didn't expect was that this house also had a dedicated exercise room for game consoles, with games on one side and sports equipment on the other. There was also a piano and... The guitar, the one with the broken strings.

"You... keep it all the time?" Zhang Hongmeng picked up the guitar and sat on the piano chair, choking up a little. This thing carries many good memories, and of course, there was also a sad scene.

"I keep it all the time. Not only do I keep it, I also learned that song for a long, long time." He Songyu took the guitar, crossed his legs and put the guitar on his knees, raised his eyebrows and looked at Zhang Hongmeng Then a familiar melody played.

The song "Need You Every Minute" played again, and Zhang Hongmeng burst into tears. That year, at Shaoqian's wedding, he lost his composure and fled the scene after listening to it. Since then, he never dared to hear this song again. Now, He Songyu has healed his wound and made him no longer afraid of the harm this song brought to him.

He Songyu smiled and put down the guitar, and wiped his tears with his fingers, "Don't cry, I cried a lot today, and my eyes should be swollen tomorrow."

"Doctor He... I thought that I would never be able to listen to my mother's favorite song again, because, you left, you took away the soul of this song. When I listened to it, those lyrics reminded me Me, I don't have you anymore..."

Zhang Hongmeng was crying out of breath. This song was really meaningful to them. After breaking up, the hurt would be so great. He Songyu hugged him and coaxed him softly.

After taking a bath, Zhang Hongmeng lay in his arms and couldn't fall asleep for a long time. He lay on him and listened to the sound of his heartbeat. He was very glad that He Songyu didn't jump into the river and didn't give up at that time. Otherwise, he would have known each other in this lifetime. Not such a good boyfriend.

"He Songhuan, He Songhuan, do you like this name?" Zhang Hongmeng raised his head to look at him, and He Songyu rubbed his hair. Hongmeng's doctor, I really like the name Hongmeng."

Zhang Hongmeng blushed, lowered his head and continued to lie on top of him, ignoring him. He Songyu went abroad and talked more sweetly, but... he really liked it. He raised the corners of his mouth, remained silent, and fell asleep peacefully.

In his dream, he came to a small house, where there was a secretly crying child, holding the No. 1 award in his hand, his white and tender cheeks flushed from holding his breath.

That was He Songyu when he was a child, to be more precise, He Songhuan, he walked over cautiously, but he didn't expect the other party to see him, and asked him in a childish voice with doubts, "Who are you...why are you here?" My room?"

Zhang Hongmeng hugged him, "He Songhuan, you are great, you got No.1 in the exam, you are really good." He said with some sobs, the child lowered his head in embarrassment, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised, "You are the No. A person who praises me, who are you?"

"I'm an angel, here to protect you, do you believe it?" Zhang Hongmeng couldn't think of any identity, so he could only make up a name. The child widened his eyes and looked around. He probably believed it. , I didn't expect it to be so cute.

He also wanted to touch He Songhuan's hair, and the dream skipped, and the scenes flashed quickly. In the He family, He Junyu, who was ranked behind every time, was praised in every way for a little improvement, and the youngest He Songhuan, who was one of the first, was ignored by no one.

Zhang Hongmeng anxiously wanted to break through those barriers. He wanted to hug He Songhuan, who was hiding in a corner, dejected. He Songhuan grew up day by day and became taciturn, and his classmates were unwilling to play with him, so a lot of news spread. Gao Leng, rumors of eyes growing on his head, but he obviously did nothing.

On a bitterly cold night, He Junyu dyed his hair yellow and smoked skillfully with a helmet in his hand. A group of delinquent teenagers were going to have a racing competition here, but the road was not planned, everything was natural, He Songhuan Pull him aside, "That's enough, let's go back, Junyu, it's too dangerous, we can go to a professional track after graduation..."

"Go away, He Songhuan, who do you think you are? Leave me alone? You are not qualified enough, coward, huh" He Junyu pushed him away, dropped his cigarette butt and stomped a few feet, then put on his helmet and rode on a rented second-hand motorcycle On the ground, He Songhuan was still holding his hand and making the last effort, the people around rushed forward and pushed him to the ground.

Young and frivolous, he was not afraid of death. He stepped on the accelerator to the fullest, and after pursuing the thrill of speed, the brakes failed, and he crashed directly out of the guardrail. Both people and cars fell down the mountain. When the rescue team found He Junyu, he had no vital signs.

An accident happened, and He Songhuan, who was sent to see that his younger brother was unharmed, became the target of blame. Rumors abounded, white-eyed wolf, disaster star, heartless, all kinds of ugly words, and He Tianjun would bring a Let him go to the wall in the cemetery to think about the past, and all this accompanied He Songhuan through his entire student days.

After his mother left, He Tianjun took him to change his name, and kept saying in front of him, "Junyu is dead, you have to live with guilt for him. From now on, your name will be He Songyu, you know?" ? Ah, do you know?"

He Tianjun, who was drunk, smelt of alcohol and pulled his arm, except cursing and beating, He Songyu did not resist, like a puppet, he was already numb and had no feeling.

Zhang Hongmeng was quietly behind him. He couldn't do anything but stick to him lightly, crying until he was in tears. He Songyu, who went to college, was happier and got acquainted with psychology. He knew that only by recognizing After self, in fact, the evaluation of others is meaningless.

He began to study psychology day and night, and became an outstanding talent. However, he still overestimated his ability. One year after he came out to work, his sexual orientation became his fetters, and false rumors surrounded him again. Watching him, he was fired from the hospital because he was gay.

Although he is excellent, there are naturally people pointing at him. When he returned to the village and passed the cross-river bridge, he suddenly felt tired. He was really tired. He walked over slowly, almost stepping on his feet. At that time, he found the pot, the child carrying a schoolbag. At that moment, he seemed to see himself in junior high school. He was shaken and wanted to save the child at least once before he died.

"Hongmeng...Hongmeng?" He Songyu shook him, and when Zhang Hongmeng opened his eyes, he found that his eyes were full of tears. He sucked his nose and sat up. The clock showed more than four o'clock in the morning.

"Did you have a nightmare? Drink some water." He Songyu put a warm cup in his hand, patted his back to comfort him, Zhang Hongmeng hugged him tightly, "He Songyu, you are very Awesome, has always been excellent, really, excellent... um..."

He leaned on his shoulder and sobbed softly, He Songyu smiled and stroked his hair, "I know, I always knew, otherwise, why would Dr. Zhang like me? Don't cry, it's enough to cry It's been a day."

Zhang Hongmeng was amused by his words, and after drinking the water, He Songyu wiped his tears and asked him what he dreamed about, and the answer was Zhang Hongmeng who pressed him down and kissed him passionately.