Even until Death, the Scum Gong Thought I was a White Lotus

On the way home, there was a car accident, which turned into a vegetative lay for a long time, but just woke up, because he lost his memory and was sent to a psychiatrist for treatment.

Everything is reasonable, but Xie Mu, as Bo Qin explained, always feels wrong.

"I went for treatment, why is Tan Tao also ..."

Bo Qin's eyes sank. "He didn't give up on you, so he rushed over when he got the news."

"Xiao Mu, don't be afraid. Tan Tao is dead now. He can't do anything to you anymore."

He was full of young men who woke up in a world where they woke up and looked up, "He ... is it a waste?"

Half an hour later, Xie Mu frowned slightly as he looked at the blank space found.

Sure enough, as Bo Qin said, Tan Tao was unable to lift his head because of his suppression. Even as an artist, his news was not even on the Internet.

He should be happy, but why, there is always a slight anxiety in his heart.

It seems like there is something wrong.

Yesterday Tan Tao looked at his gaze and said what he said. At that time Xie Mu was just trying to escape and didn't listen to it, but now I think about why he would call him like that.

"What's wrong, Koki?"

Bo Qin stood next to the young man, watching the confusion in his eyes, his hand holding his shoulder moved slightly, and his face still maintained a petting smile, as if it was just a simple question, "Tan Tao fell ,Are you not happy?"

"Don't you say, scared, hated, don't want to see him?"

"Little wood ..."

The man's hand gently helped the young man to press his shoulder. "You didn't tell me at the beginning, why do you hate Tan Tao?"

These words were told by Xie Mu when he first met Tan Tao after following Bo Qin. At that time, Bo Qin only regarded the youth as a venting lover, and did not ask what happened.

But now, Bo Qin knows everything that happened to his little wood.

"Me, why do I hate him ..."

Xie Mu's eyes flickered for a moment, as if remembering something.

"He, he always bullies me, laughs at me with others, and throws away my homework ..."

But these are not the main ones.

That day, Tan Tao just pulled him out of the toilet. The toilet in their school was a cubicle. Tan Tao covered his mouth and suppressed him by the wall ...

In May, the scent of gardenia floated in through the window, and he struggled desperately. Later, the one he liked came.

Gardenia ...

Why do I always feel like I forgot something ...

"Little wood, little wood?"

Bo Qin called the lover's name in anxiety and looked up at him with a shameless expression on his face. "What's wrong with you? His face is so ugly."

"No, nothing ..."

Xie Mu blew his face and whispered softly, "I always feel like I have felt a lot of stress since I woke up, and my head hurts ..."

He turned to his lover without any precaution. "Also, I always felt as if I had forgotten something."

"Where to forget what."

The man laughed and gently embraced him. "You have been lying in the car since the accident, and you just woke up. Don't think about it."

Speaking, he was still a little hesitant to see the young man's expression, and Bo Qin's eyes darkened, "Well, I'll let the psychologist show you again, how?"

Xie Mu obediently nodded, leaning against the man's arms, and asked softly, "Boqin, do you like me?"

"Like, of course."

[Liar, like me but don't give me 90 favoritism. 】

【Ding! Bo Qin's opinion: 90, host, don't you face? 】

***

Of course, Bo Qin couldn't have the psychologist do another deep hypnosis for Xie Mu.

He just, in conjunction with the psychiatrist, did a play on his little lover.

The young man got too stressed because he was unconscious for a long time. He can write some of his thoughts on a notebook that no one can see. While venting the stress, he can also avoid memory confusion.

He held the codebook from the doctor and nodded seriously.

The man waited outside, saw his lover come out, greeted him, and gently touched his head. "How's it going?"

"The doctor asked me to keep a diary."

Xie Mu pursed his lips and whispered, "If you have any thoughts, write them down."

His expression did not seem to want to write. Bo Qin saw it but did not say it, but smiled and said, "Worried about me?"

The youth's face showed a little helplessness, "I am not, I am ..."

"It's okay, everyone will have some secrets."

Bo Qin laughed mildly, and was a good man. "Is this a codebook? You add the password, and I won't read it. When will Xiaomu want to say it, tell me all right?"

Xie Mu looked at the man's eyes a little bit. He was touched by the lover's thoughtfulness, and he was ashamed of hiding something from him. Eventually, he reached out his hand, carefully, and put his hand into the man's long hand .

Qing Qing said, "Boqin, you are so good."

It can be seen from the eyes of the young man that he is so purely believing in his lover and believing everything he said.

[Host, do you really believe him? 】

[No, I lied to him. 】

Xie Mu gave a sweet smile, and Bo Qin thought that the young man was smiling at himself, and the corners of his lips were raised a bit, his eyes were full of love.

When they got out of the hospital, Bo Qin opened the door of the car and was about to get his lover into the car. He suddenly saw him looking straight ahead.

The man's hands clenched slightly, his eyes darkened.

He turned around and really saw Tan Tao.

He gave a quiet glance at Xie Mu, and when he could clearly see the aversion in the youth's eyes, his clenched hands relaxed again.

"Little wood ..."

Tan Tao had nothing in his eyes except the young man who looked at him. He didn't sleep last night. At this moment, his eyes were covered with bloodshots, and now there were two big dark circles.

He watched his baby frown and frowned, without the slightest affection in his eyes, only feeling bitter in his heart.

He did it himself, and he had to bear it himself.

But it's too bitter.

Suffering to the point that even knowing that it is impossible, I still want to compete for this one in 10,000 chance.

Bo Qin raised his eyebrows slightly, and did not care about Tan Tao himself, explaining to Xie Mu, "He is now bankrupt immediately, knowing that I am listening to you, come to you for pleading."

Men make up lies at will, anyway, his little wood will definitely listen.

Sure enough, after hearing the words of his lover, Xie Mu's hatred deepened even more.

He froze, "You don't need to bother, I won't let Bo Qin take over."

"No, it's not ..."

Seeing the hatred in Xie Mu's eyes, Tan Tao's heart was a bit bitter.

He explained cautiously, gentle and helpless, reaching out his hand.

The man's scarred hand was holding a gardenia flower.

After seeing the youth for a while, Tan Tao carefully showed a flattering smile, "This is, I picked flowers for you, don't you like it?"

His hand was still full of wounds that he had scraped with a knife last time, and he was not completely healed at this moment, and he even looked soaked.

But that's how the infiltrating hand cares for a white flower.

He was smiling hard, but his eyes seemed to be crying. "I changed the flowers on the table today. I thought about you when I changed."

"Baby, you remember, didn't you ..."

Tan Tao is not so much a question as a begging. In such a poor situation, Xie Mu, 19, may have rushed forward.

But he is dead.

Xie Mu opened his eyes and said coldly, "Don't call me that, disgusting."

"I don't want to see you again, you just make me want to vomit."

Tan Tao's smile, which was still struggling to maintain, fell down for a moment. He trembled his lips and insisted to give out his hand.

"Flowers ... for you ..."

The young man looked at the scarred hand in front of him in disgust and hit it hard.

——The gardenia flower fell to the ground without making a half sound, rolled a few times and got under the car.

"My flower ... the flower my baby loves ..."

Tan Tao's eyes suddenly turned red, and he knelt on the ground, trying to pick up the flower.

"Little wood, let's go."

Bo Qin raised his lips with satisfaction and helped the young man sit in.

The car lifted away and the tires ran over the gardenia.

Tan Tao was still kneeling on the ground, looking at the squashed flower.

It's dirty and broken.

It's not what baby likes.

The scarred hand trembled and picked the gardenia flower, like a treasure, and took care of it.

Tan Tao trembled his lips, and his bloodshot eyes were filled with hate.

He must.

Take back his baby!

Bo Qin, who hasn't known anyone for so many years.

Gently stroking this gardenia flower, the man's lips rose, revealing a somewhat crazy smile.

His baby will always come back.

After all, he is so good and loves him so much.

The author has something to say: Bo Qin: I want to see the diary written by Xiao Mu

Xie Mu: I want to write a diary for Bo Qin