My Husband is Suffering from a Terminal Illness

Xie Yang poured a pot of chicken soup down and everyone was energetic.

Ke Lan: Xie Yang is right, the IUD is not over yet.

Xu Chenhao: Yes.

Only Tong Jian deviated from the point: is the new song being recorded? When? I don’t know, didn’t I just finish the arrangement, the lyrics and the title have already come out?

Everyone: ...

The atmosphere in the group instantly relaxed, and Ke Lan sent two voice messages into the group.

"The lyrics have been finalized and the title of the song has been finalized. It is called "IUD"."

"We rise from the album "IUD", it will end in "IUD", let's cheer together."

After a quiet moment.

Tong Jian: Come on! !

Xu Chenhao: Come on.

Hu Biao: Come on!

Xie Yang smiled, and then sent a cheer. In a good mood, he couldn't help but click on WeChat, and said: When will he come back? Please watch the show.

Qiu Xing seconds back: immediately.

After a quick meal, Xie Yang understood what he was doing, got up and walked out of the room to the balcony, and looked in the direction of the second door of the community.

More than ten seconds later, the light of the car's lights cut through the night, the two doors opened slowly, and a familiar black car drove in from the outside and went straight to the villa.

Xie Yang turned downstairs.

...

When Xie Yang arrived in the living room, Qiu Xing had already entered the door. He was wearing a black formal suit and had no expression on his face. He was walking in and taking off his coat. When Xie Yang came down, he just glanced lightly, and then took his coat Throw it on the sofa, remove the tie and throw it away, and sit back in the single sofa with your eyes closed.

Xie Yang sat on the couch beside Qiu Xing and noticed that the shadow under him was very thick and much worse than when he left. He asked, "Tired?"

Qiu Xing didn't speak, his legs stretched, his hands folded on his abdomen, his shoulders relaxed and sinking, and his breath was light and low.

It seems tired.

Xie Yang got up.

"Where?"

Xie Yang stopped, looked sideways at Qiu Xing, saw his eyes still closed, and replied: "Go pour water for you, your lips are very dry, you need to replenish water."

"Humph." Qiu Xing let out a grin from his nose, lifted his hands to open the shirt button of the neckline, and plunged himself deeper into the sofa, with a voice of exhaustion and hoarseness. under."

Liu Sha walked over lightly, gestured to Xie Yang, "sit down" and "I came", then stepped forward to pick up Qiu Xing's coat and tie and walked lightly again.

Xie Yang sat back on the sofa and found that the babysitter and assistant He Jun who had just been around for four weeks would disappear somehow. In the living room, only he and Qiu Xing would be left.

The hall was quiet, and Xie Yang could clearly hear Qiu Xing's breathing. The voice was gentle and long, but inexplicably there was a sense of turbulence that was blocked by something, and it sounded uncomfortable.

He observed what Qiu Xing looked like at this time.

No one looks good when he is sick, and Qiu Xing is no exception. As a villain in a love novel, Qiu Xing is in line with the public's law and has a high face value that is comparable to the male character. However, because of his illness, his high face value is always lingered by the sickness and The qi is shrouded, it is difficult to be noticed in the first time.

For example, now, Qiu Xing leaned back on the sofa with his head slightly raised, and the lines from his forehead to his chin to his neck were perfect as works of art, but the first thing anyone noticed when he saw him was that he was slightly sunken. Eye sockets and dry, dull lips.

Xie Yang remembered himself struggling to survive in the last days. At that time, he was very tired every day, lack of sleep, physical overdraft, brain running too fast, always vigilant that he would be drawn into the abyss by danger... just like the current Qiu Xing.

"Look?"

Xie Yang returned to his eyes, and opened his eyes when he didn't know when Qiu Xingxing replied: "I'm just a little curious about you... what you looked like when you were young." He changed the expression "before you fell ill" in time.

Qiu Xing froze: "You said I am old?"

"..."

Xie Yang felt that he who had just had a sympathy for Qiu Xing was crazy and replied: "No, you are young."

Qiu Xing's eyebrows were frowned, and he looked at Xie Yang improperly. After a while, he closed his eyes again and leaned back on the sofa, a breathless look of irritability.

Xie Yang also leaned on the sofa.

After a while.

"you--"

"you--"

The two spoke at the same time and shut up at the same time.

Qiu Xing opened his eyes, leaned over and raised a hand to support his forehead and pressed the temple, palms covering his eyes, and asked, "What performance?"

Liu Sha happened to be on the water, Xie Yang got up and took it, took a small kettle and poured out a cup of warm water, and replied: "My first performance on the stage, do you want to see it?" He handed the water to Qiu Xing .

Qiu Xing glanced at Xie Yang, sat straight and took a drink, and said, "I'm not interested." After that, he put the cup back in Xie Yang's hand and got up and walked towards the stairs.

Xie Yang put down the cup and followed.

Qiu Xing stopped and turned, stood on the stairs and looked down at Xie Yang, his eyebrows were deeply drawn, and he was covered in a breath of thousands of miles away, saying: "Follow me what to do."

"I'm not following you, I'm going to rest upstairs."

"..."

After a few seconds, Qiu Xing turned around, strode upstairs, and disappeared in the corner of the stairs.

Xie Yang watched him leave, then went on.

"Little boss."

Xie Yang stopped and looked back.

Liu Sha stood under the stairs and said, "When ADB is uncomfortable, he doesn't care much about others. Also...When outside, ADB will ask Assistant He every day if he has received a new text message."

Xie Yang didn't understand the meaning of Liu Sha's last sentence first, and soon, he remembered what he said to He Jun before. He would text He Jun before contacting Qiu Xing to determine whether Qiu Xing was resting.

It seems that after that, he was never busy with Qiu Xing because he was too busy with his writing.

Xie Yang put his hands in his pants pockets and said, "Assistant Liu, call me Xie Yang in the future."

Liu Sha thought that he did not take his own suggestion and remained silent for two seconds, saying: "I understand. Then you rest early, good night."

"Where is the piano that Qiu Xing helped me buy?"

Liusha's movement turned to stop.

Xie Yang stepped down: "If I practice the piano in my room, will you hear it on the second floor?"

Liu Sha looked at Xie Yang and smiled a few seconds later, saying, "I'm not sure, you may try it."

...

The full moon rises midair.

Xie Yang took the piano to the balcony, found a place with the best light, stood, put the piano on the left shoulder, slightly tilted his head, attached the chin to the chin of the piano, raised his hand and put the bow on the piano, fingers Hold the string and pause for a few seconds, then gently pull the bow.

A short noise resembling sawn wood drifted through the night.

It's been a long time since I touched the piano, and my fingers became stiff again for emotional reasons. The first note didn't accidentally switch at all. Xie Yang's wrists swelled, and then he laughed in a low voice.

He loved this peace and prosperity.

The cold night wind in early autumn touched his cheeks, Xie Yang closed his eyes, felt the temperature of the body, moved his wrist slightly, and pulled out a second sound.

The slightly stiff, normal piano sounds flowed out, and then the piano sounds were connected in a line, woven into a net, hesitating in the air, running cautiously, and finally jumping happily, entwined in the breeze, moving the moonlight, paving towards the depths of darkness.

Xie Yang feels that he has also become a note, stretched out in the moonlight, stepped on the clouds in the breeze, freed from all the shackles of the world, and looked at the new world under his feet like a novel and joyous child, playing, playing and laughing happily. , Indulge in crying, and then, after fatigue, find the softest and safest cloud and hide in the deepest place to sleep peacefully.

downstairs.

In a dark room, Qiu Xing, tormented by a headache, couldn't sleep. He sat on the head of the bed, holding an unlit cigarette with his fingertips, leaning his head behind his head and leaning on a soft pillow.

The sound of the piano touched the darkness and surrounded him with permeation.

"laugh."

For a while, Qiu Xing squeezed the cigarette into his palm and rubbed it off, and he was lying down.

"Something pulled, it's awful."

The note has found the cloud that can be used for sleeping, curled up in it lazily stretching the body, yawning slightly. Qiu Xing closed his eyes and involuntarily adjusted his breath with the rhythm of the music.

The symptoms of the headache did not alleviate, but he quickly fell asleep.

...

Xie Yang stayed up again.

Playing the violin in the middle of the night was really not a good idea. He pulled and pulled and suddenly came to inspiration. He couldn't help returning to the room to open the computer to record it.

When Xie Yang covered his computer, the wall clock on the wall had jumped to his usual time for breakfast.

I am very tired and want to sleep. But no, you have to fill your stomach first.

Xie Yang pushed away the computer and got up, while doing his best to resist the fatigue caused by the lack of sleep in the body, while going out to go downstairs.

Qiu Xing downstairs was already up, and he was sitting at the dining table looking at his mobile phone, with breakfast on the table, but he didn't eat it. Xie Yang sat across from Qiu Xing. He didn't even have the energy to say "early". He picked up a small steamed bag and stuffed it into his mouth. He leaned softly on the chair without sitting.

Qiu Xing looked up and down at Xie Yang, and his face was black: "What's going on?"

"Stay up late."

Qiu Xing's expression chilled to the naked eye.

"Don't talk." Xie Yang raised his palm up. "When I'm not full, my temper will get worse. If you provoke me, I'll probably ruin you. Don't make you mad at the time.

Qiu Xingpi laughed sarcastically: "I'll be too angry for you to eat? Just you?"

Xie Yang ate another steamed bun and was silent. When tired, he actually didn't even bother to talk.

Qiu Xing's lip line flattened, looking at Yang with a blank expression for a while, then suddenly supported the table with both hands and got up and left.

Xie Yang didn't take care of Qiu Xing. After breakfast, he went straight upstairs. After a simple wash, he fell to the bed.

After not sleeping for two hours, Xie Yang was woken up by the ringing cell phone ringtones. He opened his eyes awkwardly, touched the phone to connect the phone and opened the hands-free, dropped the phone to the pillow, and closed his eyes again.

"Hey."

"Xie Yang, there is another announcement from Mo Bin." Hu Biao's voice came, with suppressed anger. "He twisted the facts and said that he did contradict Tong Jian and Ke Lan, but the origin of the contradiction was Tong Jian and Ke Lan thought that the song he had made was not good, and wanted to buy it from outside. He disagreed, so there was a disagreement."

Xie Yang was awake and opened his eyes halfway: "Has his new company given up on him, how can he be so talkative?"

If Mo Bin is silent on this, then all the unfavorable remarks against Mo Bin on the Internet will be just rumors without real hammers, and everyone’s rumors will be over. Now Mo Bin came forward and responded. Wasn't it a hammer?

"Mo Bin didn't just say this." Hu Biao took a deep breath. "He also found someone to explode what your dad once wanted to sell you to others, saying that you have a big heart after that, and don't look half-blown. IUD has been provoking the relationship between the players, trying to disband everyone."

Xie Yang didn't expect someone to be so stupid as Mo Bin. Lack of sleep urged his temper, he said briefly: "Don't worry about him, let him dance enough." After finishing hanging up the phone, open Weibo, squint to type, after finishing tossing the phone off to the side, pulling up The quilt blinded himself.

Weibo.

[Xie Yang: @莫斌 I will make up first. When I wake up, let's talk about my dad's wanting to sell me. 】