Chapter 220: Canary, poor (end)

Instead of keeping his eyes on the man, he lowered his head and looked down at the flower in his arms, his smile on his face very happy.
The teenager murmured, "I have been waiting for this potted flower to bloom, and I want to watch it with Mr. Wei... But why, now I don't want you to watch it..."
Wei Qinyu's eyes were full of bloodshot eyes. He stretched out his hand, bit by bit, and tentatively advanced, "A Qing, you come down first, it's dangerous."
"Where is it dangerous?"
He Qing smiled at the man, or the innocent look, "Mr. Wei didn't say, am I your canary?"
"Canary, it should have been in the air."
"No, I don't mean that..."
The brain of a man who can always think calmly seems to be frozen after seeing the scene in front of him. It is blank. He has a hoarse voice and tries to persuade the teenager. "A Qing, will you come down first? Would you like me? All for you, okay?"
The teenager sat on it, as if he wanted to be sure, and looked over with his head tilted, his eyes were moist and black and white, and suddenly, he laughed like a crescent.
"Mr. Wei, actually, I have always been tired."
For the first time, he spoke to the man he feared in front of him, "I worry every day, worry about this, worry about that, it's completely different from my previous life, so I can't bear it..."
The teenager was laughing, but his tears fell down the white cheeks.
He hugged the flower, slender fingers gently fiddled with the flowers and whispered, "I was very afraid of Mr. Wei at the beginning, and after a long time, I was not afraid."
"This potted flower, or you gave it to me."
He Qing raised the flower pot and smiled to the man. He just acted so gently, but Wei Qinyu instantly showed a cold sweat. "A Qing, you come down first, come down and talk!"
The teenager shook his head, his face was white, the wind blew on him, and his hair fluttered and followed, "I don't want to come down."
"I have lived so long, only this potted flower belongs to me."
"Mr. Wei is getting married?"
The man looked at every movement of the teenager, only to feel that his whole body's blood had been frozen, he squeaked his voice, "No."
"That's a lie. Miss Yu's likes women. You don't believe me can call and ask her now. I inform the reporter. I tell everyone, A Qing, I am now, I will do it now, you come down..."
"It turns out not..."
He Qing was a little surprised, but not as happy as he had imagined.
With red eyes, he looked at the man and asked softly, "Mr. Wei, do you like me, right?"
Wei Qinyu nodded without hesitation, "I love you, A Qing, I know I was wrong, I shouldn't scare you, shut you down, we come down, we talk about it..."
The teenager seemed to be persuaded by his words. He stopped moving and looked straight at the man.
There was hope rekindled in Wei Qinyu's heart, and he looked at the teenager with hope, and extended his hand to him.
He Qing was also startled, and stretched out his hand.
Two hands, one slender with a thin cocoon and one slender and white, but at the moment when he was about to come into contact, the teenager suddenly withdrew his hand.
"You lied to me."
He looked at him in a man's unbelievable eyes, "You want to lie to me to go back and keep me closed."
"You don't love me at all, like someone, it's not like this..."
"I hate being locked, I hate that you lost my piano, I hate you calling me canary!!"
The teenager carefully put the flower pot beside him, watching the purple flowers being blown in the wind, and suddenly laughed.
"Mr. Wei has taught me that I want to exchange things for anything I want."
"I use this potted plant in exchange for freedom, because only it belongs to me..."
"Don't you say that it hurts me just like these flowers."
He Qing was numb, repeating what the man said, "Then you should treat this pot of flowers as me..."
He whispered, slowly, his arms spread.
"In your eyes, am I like this? Are they wings?"
Before the man reacted and rushed to his side, He Qing smiled and slowly closed his eyes.
He opened his hands, leaned back, and fell under Wei Qinyu's desperate sight.
"A Qing!!!"
Wei Qinyu rushed forward, but only caught a piece of air.
He shook his hand in disbelief, his brain blank.
No, no, why...
Why did things become like this.
Why does A Qing jump, why...
The man knelt on the ground, purple flowers swayed slightly in the wind on the sun railing.

Wei Qinyu found his boy.
The building of the hospital is very tall, he was torn apart, red and white, mixed together.
He hugged him and muttered words that others could not understand.
No one knows what he was busy a few days ago, and no one knows how much he planned for the future of himself and his teenager, but now, it is gone.
He Qing has not been buried for a long time, and the body was taken back to home by Wei Qinyu. He put the person on the bed as before.
The door was open. He gently touched the boy and said softly, "A Qing, I don't keep you closed. You can go wherever you want, okay?"
The man on the bed couldn't answer, the man made a smile, stared at him stunned, dumb throat, gently, as if afraid to scare the timid child, "You ignore me again, I know, you get angry You don’t like to talk, it’s okay, I’ll take care of you."
"You see how good the sun is outside, how good those flowers are blooming, and that cat, you refuse to give him a name, is it because of me..."
The person in the quilt did not respond. Wei Qinyu lowered his head, his body trembling, and cried silently.
He held the young man's hand, except that there was no color and red spots, everything was the same as before. Tears dripped into his hand, one drop, two drops, more and more.
"I, I let you go to the competition, although the competition is over, but I can start one myself, kiss me, I will open the back door for you..."
"I still have that piano. I have searched hard. I am sorry. I should not throw away your things. I know I was wrong. You can hit me, scold me, hit me. …"
"Please, please, Qing..."
Wei Qinyu was trembling all over, making a silent cry, and clenched his hand.
He hung his head as if he had lost everything and was driven out of the lone wolf of the ethnic group.
"I've never heard such a bizarre request, and actually let me hit him, tweeting, it's really the world, the people are not old, the system, find me a whip."
From the system mechanical sound, [one thousand points. 】
He Qing and Shiou Ke changed their words very smoothly, "Okay, let me use my spiritual strength to give him a look, let him know what is called Hua Wu Bai Hong Hong, people have thousands of pains."
System: [...] Why has this mental attack never been heard?
Then it witnessed He Qing sitting next to the man, with his hand somewhere.
He Qing squeezed hard. Although he knew that Wei Qinyu could not feel the pain, he still said, "Brother, don't cry, honestly, you are good."
The man lowered his head, unable to see the expression on his face.
He Qing got bored and stretched out, "Go, go, play for a while, it is estimated that it will take my last blow to get it here."
The final blow was at Rong's concert.
One week after his death, he took advantage of his duties to pass on a broken piece.
"This is the song my best friend made for the people he likes when he was alive. He once said that when it was done, it would be a confession."
"Now, he's gone forever. I just want to let that person know that maybe you have heard this song, but you don't know what it means. I want to tell him for him that he likes you."
Wei Qinyu looked at the picture on TV and the familiar piano music sounded.
He smiled and smiled, and tears fell again.
There was a rancid smell in the room, but as if he could not smell it, he slowly came to the bed and printed his pale lips on the teenager's face.
The voice that hasn't spoken for a long time is so hoarse that it almost makes no sound, "A Qing, that song was given to me, right?"
The man didn't get an answer. He dragged his stiff and slow footsteps and slowly came to the balcony. The mechanical watering of the flowers was watering the flowers, and the little milk cat suddenly called out anxiously.
Wei Qinyu raised his head and watched a beautiful parrot fly in.
He stood on the window sill with green bean-sized eyes staring straight at the man.
"I love you, goodbye..."
After the parrot said the only words the young boy had taught, he fluttered his wings and flew away.
Only Wei Qinyu was standing stiffly, slowly, with a smile.
"I love you……"
"Goodbye……"
He smiled, "It turns out this way, it turns out this way..."
With a smile, the tears fell down.
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He Qingzheng squatted next to an otaku to read the manga, and suddenly heard a tone and yawned, "Wait, I will finish reading."
The otaku apparently thought the same way, so he chased the manga with one person and one soul.
When the sky was dark, He Qing got up and left the world.

Opening his eyes, an oversized face in front of him, before waiting for He Qing to react, the man came down with his mouth pouted.
He Qing: "???
The memory is still being received, and he really can't figure out what this is.
--"card!"
There was a grumpy voice next to him, and the fat and bald director rushed up with a horn, "He Qing! What's the matter with you! Avoid it! You're like this!"
He said, exemplary, he put his finger on the nostril of the man with the enlarged face, "Push away! To show disgust! Understand?"
He Qing accepted the memory and nodded a bit stunned.
The hand inserted in the nostrils is really quite disgusting.