They finally told the truth.

Beibei couldn't resist Peng Cheng, so she could only hug him tightly and support his body so that he could feel less pain.

As soon as the car shook, she hugged him tightly. The two of them closed their eyes together. Beibei's arms were sore because of excessive force. Peng Cheng's whole body was soaked in cold sweat. His clothes were wet around him, and even the girl's clothes were wet with sweat. Finally, they tossed and turned three times. At around 7 o'clock in the evening, they returned to the city.

The city is in the city, and it is not a shelter. On the third day of the Chinese New Year, even the hotel has not opened. The two got out of the car and walked a long way, but they couldn't find a place to stay. Although the slippers Peng Cheng was wearing were cotton, they were already wet. He was so cold that he was trembling and stood naked in the snow and shook his body. Beibei hugged him, but that was useless and she could only cry.

The girl was really crying, so he had the energy to sacrifice her life to accompany the gentleman. Beibei cried, so he leaned over and hugged her, tremblingly, trying to protect her with the last bit of residual strength. The lights in front of a 24-hour supermarket were on, and Beibei asked Peng Cheng to wait for her there. She went out to find a place for him to live, but he refused.

"I will definitely come back to pick you up. I will go find it myself. Your shoes are not good, you can see that you are freezing."

"I'll follow you, wherever you go." Peng Cheng closed his eyes and said nothing, no matter what the girl said, he just said this without saying anything, like a girl who was climbing on the vines of a big tree and entangling him.

"I won't leave, I'll pick you up later. Don't be like you are crazy and I'm a fool?" Beibei twisted his arm hard, but the young man only tucked his eyelids.

"I won't, I'll go with you, wherever you go."

He didn't listen to anything and was extremely paranoid. There was no other way. Beibei hugged Peng Cheng and shuttled back and forth in the open railway station square in the snowy northeast. When she found the hotel, her hair was wet by the snow melting above her head and fell down drippingly. Peng Cheng could no longer raise his legs.

——

He helped him to the bed, the room was so warm that his body was as itchy as a needle prick. The hotel deserved its price. Beibei spent almost half a month's salary and could only stay here for one night. Peng Cheng was so burning that he felt dizzy and nauseous when he opened his eyes. The vomiting made his wound even more bleeding, but he still held her body to death.

"I'll buy some medicine, you're having a fever." The girl leaned on the bed and gently persuaded him.

"I'll tell you a story. I'll go after I'll tell you. If you don't come back, I'll accept it." Peng Cheng lowered his head under the quilt, the muscles on his arms were tense, and the blood vessels showed green marks.

"I bought it and let's talk slowly. I will definitely come back, okay?" She touched his head and persuaded him.

"I'm not." He was willful and no one could blame him.

Beibei breathed a long sigh and kissed Peng Cheng hard on the face: "It will be dead. I will come back later. I will definitely come back. Go and buy medicine. Can you?"

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After walking back a long circle, Beibei tiptoed to open the door. Peng Cheng was already asleep and breathing evenly. His chest was red with blood and had solidified. The piece of clothing became stiff. The girl reached out and looked at his head. He burned it very hard. Although she was already very light, he woke up with just this moment. He reached out and grabbed her arm. His clever eyes opened and closed, perhaps because the light was too bright, he only looked at her.

"We have to go to the hospital. Can you still get up?" Beibei said as she opened the medicine box and pulled out the medicine bottle: "Take the antipyretic medicine first."

"I won't go." Peng Cheng started to play with his body. He sat up with support, circled Beibei's waist from behind, and lay on her back. Beibei felt that he seemed to have let out a breath and his body faded.

"Peng Cheng, your wound is bleeding again. Don't hold me, you go to the hospital after taking antipyretics."

Beibei supported his body without moving. She felt his breath blowing on her spine. Although it was thin and weak, it was very even. He still said: "I don't."

He held her hands and clasped them tightly, fearing that she didn't know how firm he was: "My wife, if it weren't for this surgery, I wouldn't let you see them. But if it weren't for this surgery, I wouldn't recognize them, and I wouldn't deserve to stand by your side and tell everyone that I want to be your man."

Beibei felt her eyes blurred, Peng Cheng lay on her back, he was very tired, he muttered: "Wife, I really like you, mom and dad have no more, maybe they can still live, I may really not be able to live."

"Yeah!" He waited for her, and she had to agree. Then she heard him smile with satisfaction, and was as angry as if she was furious.

"Peng Cheng, okay, we won't go to the hospital. I'll hear you say, can we take medicine first? After taking the medicine, tell me slowly?" Beibei coaxed him, but he was unmoved. She felt that he was getting hotter and hotter behind him, like a burning fire ball, as if he was about to release his last energy. He slowly slid downwards, and his breath remained on her.

"I won't eat." He let go of his hand, and the cotton pajamas were soaked in sweat again. The blood on his chest became softer, and it became bigger. His dry mouth and thin lips were not bloody at all. He looked at her and pretended to be fine: "It's okay, my wife, I'm so slander! I know that I can't die, don't be afraid."

He pulled Beibei and refused to let her pour water. He straightened her body. He didn't want to hide anymore. He looked at her seriously, but he couldn't bear to let it go. The helplessness in his eyes was so real. Beibei couldn't believe that she could be so important to him.

He looked at Beibei's face in a daze, and reached out to touch her face. He really couldn't bear to part with her.

Finally he made up his mind and swallowed hard.

——

"They were my parents." He seemed reluctant to talk about those two parents. Peng Cheng's jaw tilted slightly, as if he was gritting his teeth. Is that hatred? Those two people were so simple that they couldn't continue to hate them.

——

"When I was young, I was born like this. When I heard that I cried every day, my father found someone to show me the matter. The man said that I was not their child, and they only had one son. If I were left behind, one of the two children would have to die."

He swallowed, maybe he remembered something, and he stopped talking.

"That's what my uncle told me. He said that I only recognized my adoptive father at that time. When he hugged me, I laughed, when others hugged me, I cried, and then they took me away." Peng Cheng choked up and raised his head, closed his eyes, and his hands were still pinching the girl's arm. His Adam's apple moved up and down, and his mouth was dry and uncomfortable. He pinched his eyebrows.

"It was my adoptive father who saved me, right? I shouldn't recognize those people for him, right?" Peng Cheng asked her, leaving Beibei speechless. She felt in her heart that the ignorant parents just didn't want one of the two children to die, and she didn't understand how Peng Cheng's hatred came about.

"Let's drink some water!" Beibei gently pulled her arm. She wanted to pull out her arm, but Peng Cheng pulled it tighter.

"Wife, don't you understand?" He looked at her with a burning look, as if he had already used all the chips in his hand, leaving only the last struggle.

"No." Beibei was not moved, she just... she had to do something.

"Cheng Cheng." Beibei's heart was crushed by his desire. She stretched out her arms and gently hugged his body: "I'll get some water, you took the medicine, please, can you listen to me? Please."

"No, no, listen to me." Peng Cheng talked about the people he met today. He was a little incoherent. They were all his blood relatives. Even the child with a height in the ground was his nephew who was related to him.

"They are all closer than me and my sister, but I feel that my sister is closer in my heart. My sister is Cheng Dan. When she was a child, she told others that I was her younger brother. In fact, when I arrived at her house, she was five years old, but she didn't let others talk about me. Others looked at me more, but she didn't let me say anything. My sister is so gentle, but whoever says bad things about me, she will hit her. She looks so pretty. She always takes me to class and let me sit on her legs. She will sit so numb that she won't let me go. No one should expect to say something to me." He became proud and mentioned his sister, and he looked happier.

"Then are the mother you are talking about today?" Beibei pulled her head, not intentional, it was basically just a habit, but Peng Cheng understood it.

"No, my mother, I'm talking about my adoptive mother. She is very kind to me. Sometimes she beat me too. When I was a child, my mother was not angry. I never went home. My mother would look for me everywhere and ask my friends if I saw my little Peng Cheng?" He pinched his throat and made Beibei amuse himself in a sharp voice.

After having fun for a long time, hehehe, Beibei realized that he was not happy. He just grinned slightly, as if he was about to laugh, but he didn't laugh. Maybe he saw her happy and happy about his saddest past, and he was about to cry. The girl quickly changed the topic: "Hey!, why are you a human being? Tell me?"

Peng Cheng struggled and sniffed, laughing and showing her: "If I don't want anything I want, I'll just make a fuss. I'll pull my mother's wool balls and throw them all over the ground. I jumped around hard, and I would cry when I pulled her, and if I didn't give it to me, I would cry."

"Then your mother won't hit you?"

Beibei patted the back of his hand, which was a small punishment. Peng Cheng raised his head and recalled his mother. He seemed to have eaten a piece of candy: "No."

He looked at the roof and groaned: "Actually, I don't know I'm not her own son."

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"Wife, I really like you." He paused: "Do you don't like me?"

He never escaped the problem. He looked at her face, which made Beibei unable to answer. She could not lie and say she liked it, nor could she say she didn't like it.

"It's okay, it doesn't matter. If you don't like me, then I like you too." Peng Cheng didn't wait for Beibei's answer, but he couldn't wait: "If I can't marry you, I will go to your house and be my son for my mother!"

"Be a son? My mother is not as slutty as you." The girl finally relaxed, and he would never make things difficult for her.

"Wife, if you find a partner, I will teach him a lesson if you don't treat you well."

"Why? How do you teach someone a lesson?"

"Yes." Peng Cheng snorted, as if the girl underestimated him: "But it's not possible now, I'm still your man now."

Beibei patted his arm again, glared at him, and stopped answering. This embarrassing question ended in vain. This most inconsequential sentence in the relationship between the two was indeed the sentence that opened Beibei's heart. Neither of them had the chance to realize the story they told in the conversation, neither of them.

She picked up the medicine and handed it to Peng Cheng's mouth. For a while, he didn't move, just stared at her eyes, and no one was willing to give in. Finally, he lowered his head and swallowed the medicine into his mouth. Beibei picked up the water again and let him go. He took a sip of water, watched her put the water back on the table, turned her head again, she raised her eyebrows and smiled.

——

Suddenly Peng Cheng rushed up, he hugged the girl's neck and pressed her on the bed, his thin white fingers tightly pressed her arms, his narrow eyes narrowed slightly at the moment when they pressed over, and lowered his head and took her mouth. He bit her hard, and just as Beibei opened his mouth and was about to speak, he pushed the medicine into her mouth, then sat up, and looked at her so hard that she was so bitter that she was striking. He smiled with satisfaction.

The sugar coating outside the medicine had melted, it was so bitter that Beibei couldn't even vomit, and she was so bitter that she burped again. Peng Cheng brought water, and he finally found that things were getting worse.

"Wife, I was wrong. I made you remember me and let you remember me and kiss you."

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The next morning, before Peng Cheng woke up, Beibei went to KFC downstairs to sell some food. When he came back, he disappeared.

The door of the guest room is open, and he has no body, where can he go?

She put down her things, freed her hand to reach into her pocket, and took out her cell phone. Suddenly, a thin and weak arm walked around her waist from behind, and she watched as three white fingers covered her eyes.

If you hide, you will definitely hurt him, so she ordered her calmly: "Let go immediately."

Peng Cheng laughed: "Wife, how do you know it's mine?"

Beibei didn't say anything, but turned around and reached out to his head: "Don't call my old wife and daughter-in-law in the future."

He nodded, but did not take it to heart, nor did he change his words. Peng Cheng sat on the bed opposite Beibei, looked up at her handing the egg burger to himself, and then began to open the lid of the porridge box. He was still having a fever, only better than last night, and his face was normal. Although the wound was bleeding, it did not expand any further.

"Wife, look at me, see if I'm better." He put his face over and leaned into her eyes.

It seemed that he had eaten a little hard, so he swallowed hard. His slender neck was white and powdery. Except for an Adam's apple, he was like a little girl. He probably choked, and the food was bulging around his neck.

Beibei hurriedly brought water, gave him a sip, and breathed a sigh of relief: "I didn't eat anything since noon yesterday. My wife, you are so nice. If you marry someone else, I will be your mother as your son." He once again expressed his desire for the word mother, a misunderstood desire.

"My mother is not as thin as yours. She is almost as thin as a sprouted onion." Beibei took Peng Cheng's water cup and put it on the table behind her.

"Then I am also her son, so I'll have it now." He argued unhappily, as if everything had become a real thing.

"Okay, then you should be your son!"

"It's not that I'm not saying now, I'm saying we're definitely not going to be able to do it." Peng Cheng stuffed his last egg castle into his mouth, glaring at the girl with his eyes, and his words were vague.

"It's certain now."

"That won't work. Can you still play? I'm bleeding again when you chat like this."

"Is it so easy to use? Then just say the blood!"

"Yes!" Peng Cheng laughed loudly.

After that, he never mentioned being a son again. She took him to take the long-distance bus home. Before getting on the bus, he came over and hugged the girl's body.

"Wife, I'm leaving. You can come back once I raise you."

"Yeah!" Beibei hummed.

"I'm trustworthy."
Chapter completed!