"Last night, residents of Jinyulan Garden on the outskirts of the city heard two gunshots. After the residents called the police, the police rushed to the scene and found two bodies of a man and a woman in a deserted old house. The female deceased Yi Mouting, 52 years old, and the male deceased Liang Mouyong, 26 years old. The two are in a mother-son relationship, they are the director of Chengkang Mental Hospital, Liang Jicheng's wife and son."
"The police found the deceased's suicide note in the old house. Both of them are related to the Chengkang case, and they are suspected of committing suicide because of fear of crime..."
At dusk over the weekend, Xie Qingcheng was sitting on the high-speed train and saw this push message.
He frowned slightly and clicked in.
The report is not long, this is often the case, the more serious the matter, the fewer words.
Liang Jicheng has a wife and son…
He remembered that in Chengkang Hospital that day, the nurse who received them did say a word, saying that Liang Jicheng had a wife and children. It was this sentence that made He Yu immediately react to Xie Xueyu The "Liang Jicheng" that arrived was fake.
Are they both committed suicide...
Xie Qingcheng felt a little uncomfortable about this matter, but he is not a policeman after all, and the content of the report is too little, not even a mosaic picture, think about it There are no clues to ponder.
He turned off the phone and sighed softly, as if the fire on the rooftop of Chengkang Hospital that day flashed again in front of him.
Jiang Lanpei laughed hysterically, she said that no one had found her to think of her in 20 years.
She is going to turn into a ghost and make the whole Chengkang a hell.
Is this a kind of causal reincarnation?
"Hello, the G12xxxx bus you took will arrive at Hangzhou Station in ten minutes. Please bring your belongings and get off the bus. Thank you for your ride. The train is in front of the station, Hangzhou City Station."
The broadcast sound of the high-speed rail group pulled Xie Qingcheng back from his contemplation.
He said sorry to his neighbor, and took the gift box to the aisle while the little girl blushed, waiting to get off. After all, the Chengkang case had passed, so he didn't think much about Cheng Liang Jicheng's wife and children.
He Yu's drama is a low-cost web drama.
The screenwriter is a newcomer, the director is a newcomer, the actor is a newcomer...because the investment is too little, so the people are all new and the props are old.
The hearts are only wrapped by the thin chest cavity, take out each other to see, not to say how real, but at least not completely fake. According to Xie Xue, the overall atmosphere is not bad.
When I arrived at the crew by taxi, it was the last scene before dinner.
Before Xie Qing presented, Xie Xue greeted the staff in the crew. When he arrived, he was naturally taken to the director's monitor to sit and wait for someone. By the way See the play.
He Yu is filming.
To be honest, Xie Qing didn't know what group He Yu was in before submitting. After watching it for a long time, I probably know that this is a very vulgar youth campus romance story.
He Yu is a male cannon fodder who has silently liked the heroine for many years in the play. He is a capitalist, which is indeed in line with his own temperament. Say no, and leave alone.
When the stingy producer encountered the torrential rain bestowed by God, he began to frantically pull the actor to toss and toss.
He Yu repeated this high emotional outburst in the heavy rain—
Although it is not a related major, and it is the first time to perform, He Yu's relationship is well controlled.
It's not like acting, but the wanton release of private feelings.
Xie Qingcheng felt very surprised. In fact, it was not just him. In the temporary rain shed, everyone in front of the monitor was surprised.
"Wow, didn't this handsome guy really learn to act..." The staff rolled the script into a small microphone and asked in a low voice.
The sky was completely dark by the time the whole shot was finished.
The poor crew set up a simple booth next to the actors for rest and changing clothes. He Yu went in after filming, and there was no movement for a long time.
Xie Qingcheng sent him a message, and about ten minutes later, the little assistant opened the curtain and came out, holding the big umbrella with black carbon handle and ran to Xie Qingcheng etc. In the shed, invite him in.
The shed is very narrow, with only a white plastic outdoor table and a few chairs.
When Xie Qingcheng entered, He Yu was sitting on one of the chairs and brushing his hair. Hearing the movement, he raised his eyelashes and glanced at Xie Qingcheng.
This look was a little unexpected to Xie Qingcheng.
He thought that He Yu would be in a very bad state. The hysterical and emotional drama just now, even the staff watching in the shed would be affected to some extent, silently dropping a few drops of cat urine, but he did not expect the drama to end He Yu's expression was indifferent, and he was still listening to music with his bluetooth headphones coolly. He rested his smooth left hand on the table, and tapped the rhythm with his fingertips. There was nothing to do.
He looked even more sane than when he met him in the hospital.
"Xie Xue told me that you would come." He Yu took off one earphone and threw it on the table.
He even smiled at Xie Qingcheng: "Is the allergy okay?"
Xie Qingcheng's heart was slightly relieved: "If it's not good, I should die."
Glancing at He Yu's phone screen: "What are you looking at?"
"News." He Yu said, "The follow-up to Chengkang Mental Hospital. Liang Jicheng's wife and son died last night, and it was reported that they were suspected of committing suicide. Did you see it too?"
Xie Qing agreed.
He Yu smiled: "This kind of person also has a wife and son... and some people like him."
Xie Qingcheng didn't hear the gloom in his words, and threw the special gift box that Xie Xuetuo brought by himself into He Yu's arms.
"Xie Xue gave it to you."
He Yu held the heavy weight, was silent for a moment, and said, "Thank you."
Xie Qingcheng accepted it with peace of mind, stood in the shed for a while, and asked, "Let's not talk about Liang Jicheng, let's talk about you. Why do you suddenly want to act?"
"I want to try more. I just have an opportunity, and I like this role too."
Xie Qingcheng nodded, pulled a chair and sat down, and lit a cigarette.
But before the fire was lit, He Yu said, "Can you stop smoking?"
“…”
Guests who have seen their parents since childhood, He Yu has an indescribable resistance to smoking.
Xie Qingcheng put the cigarette back in the box, but bit his lip subconsciously, which was a very addictive action.
He Yu looked at him: "You didn't smoke before."
“…hmmm.”
"When did it start?"
Xie Qingcheng seemed to be silent, but also seemed to be thinking, and finally raised his eyes and said lightly: "Forget it."
The man paused, as if he didn't want to continue the topic, so he looked at the boy opposite across the plastic simple table: "You acted really well. I thought you were in the play."
He Yu touched the back of his teeth with the tip of his tongue, and then smiled. He always laughed, no matter whether he was in a good mood or bad, cloudy or sunny, a smile was not an expression of emotion for him, but It almost condensed into a kind of mask that he habitually wears when socializing. It is a hallucinogen sprayed at random, which is very deceptive and makes people comprehend his true heart.
"No, how can I be so stupid. Who will take it seriously when I play something made up by others."
"Then how did you act."
"It's just like lying. Haven't I been pretending all these years?" He Yu stared at Xie Qingcheng, and the voice was so soft that only the other party could barely hear, "I'm sick. But I'm pretending to be a normal person."
“…”
After He Yu finished speaking, he leaned back and played lazily with the earphone on the table.
He turned the earphones on the table like a spinning top.
Xie Qing said: "I thought something happened to you, and you ran out to act to vent your emotions."
He Yu raised his head and looked at Xie Qingcheng: "Am I acting so well?"
"Ok. How's the burn on your wrist?"
He Yu touched his wrist subconsciously, but quickly released it.
He showed it to Xie Qingcheng calmly, casually, and almost indifferently.
"It's fine, but it's necessary for filming, so there can't be so many scars. I did some treatment."
What Zhuangzao did to him was to paint some delicate tattoos on his hands, mostly in Sanskrit. The solemnity of Zen Buddhism and the ruthless entanglement of tattoos are also in line with the character's introverted and cold temperament.
He Yu asked: "Does it look good?"
"Ugly. Even worse with your school uniform."
"I didn't have tattoos in high school, and it will be re-applied when I change clothes. I try to cover it up." He Yu said, "Are you still going to watch the show later? late."
"Don't watch it, I've watched you in school uniform for almost ten years, and my eyes are calloused."
But even though she didn't watch it, Xie Qingcheng still asked, "What are you playing at night?"
"An exam scene." He Yu said, smiling mockingly, "It's really nothing to see. Help me take these things to the hotel, I'll take my room card Here it is...Are you staying at the crew hotel today? Don't worry if you don't, I'll take it back after the show."
Xie Qingcheng glanced at the arrangement information Xie Xue sent him before.
"I live in 8062."
"It's next door to me."
Xie Qing responded and confirmed that He Yu was not sick, so he took the room card that He Yu handed him, got up and got ready to go back to rest, after all, I have to get up early tomorrow to catch the bus to go back to class .
When Xie Qingcheng swiped his card into He Yu's room, he didn't find anything unusual.
That room fits the temperament of a boy in college, with a few pieces of unwashed clothes on the bed, a basketball in the corner, a few pairs of sneakers, and two books on the table.
Xie Qingcheng put the snack box next to He Yu's desk, then went back to his room next door and took a shower. When he was wearing the hotel's snow-white loose bathrobe, wiping his hair and walking to the writing desk, the phone suddenly rang.
The call was from Chen slow.
"Brother Xie. I came to your dormitory to find you, why are you not here today?"
"I'm in Hangzhou."
Chen Slow was stunned for a moment: "You are in good shape, what are you doing in Hangzhou?"
"See a patient."
"...what kind of patient...haven't you been a doctor for a long time?"
Xie Qingcheng lit a cigarette, and now he can finally smoke: "A little devil, about the same age as you. . . Smaller than you."
Chen slow paused for a few seconds for some reason.
And then asked abruptly: "Male and female? Brother, why did you run over there on purpose."
Xie Qingcheng took a cigarette and felt that he was inexplicable, but still said: "Man, his father has something to do with me, and I was watching his illness before. Too lazy to care. Why are you asking so much."
Chen slow's tone became inexplicably brisk again, he smiled: "I'll just ask casually."
“…what are you looking for at my school?”
"Oh, my mom made some bald butter, I thought I'd send it to you, it's especially delicious with noodles."
"You can put Xie Xue there."
Chen slow was shocked: "No! She can eat so much, she won't leave anything for you, forget it, let's talk about it when you come back."
“…that’s fine too.”
"Brother, your voice sounds very tired, you have a good rest, then I will not disturb you..."
Xie Qing said lazily: "Well."
He also hung up the phone.
Chen Man was not so attached to him before. After his brother left, he was depressed for a long time. Xie Qingcheng often visited him at that time, but Chen Man recovered. After that, he ran to Xie Qingcheng's house from time to time. At the end of the run, Xie Qingcheng thought he was annoying, so he calmed down a little.
But Chen Man was right, he was really tired after running around all day, so he just put on a nightgown and closed his eyes on the bed to rest for a while.
Sleeping when he closed his eyes, when he woke up, he glanced at the electronic clock on the table, it was eleven o'clock in the evening.
This point He Yu should have been back for a while, but he just slept too deeply and didn't notice any sound outside.
No way, he has to leave early tomorrow, and He Yu starts the show very early, so I don't know if I can meet it, so Xie Qingcheng thought about it and picked up the thin sheet on the table I went to He Yu's room next door, and returned the card to him anyway.
Knocked on the door several times, but nothing happened.
Xie Qingcheng remembered that He Yu was shooting back and forth in the rainstorm in the evening, and it was estimated that the boy fell asleep. He lowered his hand, bent over and planned to push the key card through the crack of the door, and then sent a message to He Yu, who would see it when he woke up the next day.
But before the fingertips pushed the room card in, Xie Qingcheng suddenly found out—
The light in He Yu's room is on.
The light is not very bright, only one floor lamp is turned on, but the light inside can be clearly confirmed through the gap under the door.
Xie Qingcheng felt a sudden shock in his heart for no reason. He got up and knocked on the door a little louder: "He Yu, are you inside? I'll return your room card."
No response.
Xie Qingcheng took out his mobile phone and played He Yu's call. After a while, He Yu's mobile phone rang.
Xie Qingcheng, who was very worried about He Yu's condition, finally knocked on the door twice, and then raised his voice towards the closed gray-brown door: "He Yu, if you don't say anything, I will Just swiped in."
“…”
"Did you hear that?"
Still no response.
Xie Qingcheng put the half-old card on the sensor strip, and the door opened with a soft click.
Heavy curtains were drawn in the house, and there was a strong smell of wine in the room.
Xie Qingcheng suddenly had a bad feeling.
His eyes swept around the bedroom, and then in the corner, he saw the boy who shrank himself into a ball.
The worst guess came true at this time, Xie Qing was angry: "...you!"
The boy moved like a little dragon in a cage, but he didn't react much.
Xie Qingcheng finally saw the truth behind his disguise - his intuition was right , need to vent.
In fact, He Yu fell ill after knowing that Xie Xue likes Wei Dongheng, but it is not the most serious situation, and he can restrain himself.
After he realized that something was wrong with him, he immediately went to the hospital to prescribe medicine, and later went to the crew to arrange for it. But he could pretend to be calm in front of people every day, but when he was alone at night, he couldn't restrain himself. In order to prevent his condition from getting worse, he ate all the medicines he brought, and he was still a little stuck. drink. So when Xie Qingcheng entered the room, all he saw were wine bottles and medicine boxes scattered all over the floor.
He Yu is taking drugs.
Before his resignation, Xie Qingcheng specifically told He Jiwei the importance of strict control of drugs. If these drugs also fail and He Yu's condition worsens, he can only be sent to the hospital for physical control.
He didn't even say "treatment".
Just like those people I saw in Chengkang Mental Hospital - control, restraint, electric shock, imprisoning - all of which can't heal, just make him become a beast, wear Wear shackles and muzzles so you can't hurt others.
He Yu will be a total lunatic.
The doctor couldn't see the patient's practice on himself, Xie Qingcheng walked over to He Yu, with a bit of anger in his tone: "...He Yu."
“…”
"He Yu."
“…”
"He Yu!"
The boy finally moved, those beautiful almond eyes rolled under the thick and slender eyelashes, and slowly moved to the halo of the floor lamp, Xie Qingcheng, who was still wearing a bathrobe.
"It's you."
Then without waiting for Xie Qingcheng to respond, he put his head on the bedside table and said softly, "Tsk, my god...what are you doing here."
“…”
"I'm just too tired from work, I drank a little wine, nothing to do, you go."
Alcohol allowed him to control the bloodthirsty violence factor, but made him dizzy, the always smart young man can't make up any decent lies at this moment, in fact, he is too tired , he doesn't want to edit it anymore.
"Come on, don't meddle."
What responded to him was the pain in his wrist and the pulling force belonging to men. I only saw Xie Qingcheng's familiar stern face—
A pair of peach eyes.
The hotel's stereotypical Van Gogh starry sky, twisted night, chaotic stars.
His nasal voice was heavy, and his voice was trying to be calm, but it was already ringing: "Xie Qingcheng, I said I'm fine, what are you doing here. Do you care about being drunk?"
Xie Qingcheng said: "You think I am willing to take care of you, look at what you are saying now."
“…”
He Yu was too lazy to pay attention to him, raised his hand to cover his eyelids.
At this time, Xie Qingcheng could see his wrist clearly through the dim floor light—
Xie Qingcheng's heart suddenly sank.
"You **** cut your wrists!"
"Can you control it! It's not cutting your wrist!"
Xie Qingcheng really wanted to leave him alone.
But thinking of mental Ebola disease and what He Jiwei said to him in the past, Xie Qingcheng still gritted his teeth and said, "Okay. I won't quarrel with you. Can I not quarrel with you?"
As he spoke, he walked to He Yu's desk, where there was a box, a medicine box.
"Eat these for me."
Coming back from the desk, Xie Qingcheng brought a large glass of hot water and took two calming pills that he had chosen again. He handed it to He Yu, who was still sitting on the ground with his arms folded over his knees.
He Yu tilted his face.
"Do you want to eat it yourself or do I force it into you?"
“…”
"Eat. I'll **** leave you alone after eating."
I really don't want to be embarrassed in front of him, not to mention that He Yu drank too much and was somewhat dizzy. In the end, he raised his eyes sullenly, took the pills from Xie Qingcheng's hand, and took them with a glass of water.
"After eating, can you go?"
Xie Qingcheng is not a gentleman who is hard to follow, he grabs He Yu's wrist: "Sit down."
He Yu pulled his hand back with a cold face.
Xie Qingcheng: "Sit me down."
"Didn't you say you will leave me alone after I take the medicine?" He Yu leaned his head back against the wall, his Adam's apple moving up and down.
Xie Qingcheng did not reply to him.
He Yu closed his eyes: "...you let me just be quiet like this, okay?"
The youth's long eyelashes quivered, and the Adam's apple rolled up and down.
"Leave me alone."
He seems to be really depressed, the dying fish will toss and jump when they still want to survive, and now he seems to be resigned, waiting for the last breath of oxygen to leak from his chest.
Xie Qingcheng grabbed his wrist and looked at him with peach blossom eyes, very sternly: "What happened to you?"
“…”
Xie Qingcheng: "You are a mental patient, there is nothing to be ashamed of, the fault is not you. He Yu for seven years, I thought you would no longer be taboo and avoid doctors. You Just belittle yourself like that."
"..." He Yu's wrist was still being grasped, so he raised his head and frowned, he felt that his heart was beating more and more cramped under the catalysis of alcohol and drugs, so fast that he almost made him flustered.
Xie Qingcheng's hand clasped him, as if checking his pulse.
Just like countless times before, he will pierce through all the thoughts and lesions he tried to hide.
He Yu vaguely realized that it would not go on like this. He instinctively began to struggle, and his wrist was about to be pulled out of He Yu's palm. Finally, he leaned against the wall behind him, raised his head, took a breath, and his chest slumped.
"Xie Qingcheng, you won't let go, will you?"
The boy tilted his head, and when he turned around again, his eyes were blood red, half because of drunkenness and half because of hatred, he sneered: "Yes, I'm not happy, I'm not happy, I'm in control I can't help myself, everything is as you said, you predicted everything correctly, are you satisfied? You want to see the joke, have you watched it?"
"Are you afraid of my accident?" He Yu was almost sarcastic, with red eyes, "Our doctor-patient relationship is over, what are you looking at for him? Did he pay you for you? Look for him! My dad prostitutes you for free!"
After He Yu said this, he slammed his hand, and this time he finally pulled his wrist out of Xie Qingcheng's palm.
Xie Qingcheng did not know the meaning of prostitution in the mouths of young people nowadays, and was provoked for a while, and sternly reprimanded: "What are you talking about! What prostitution? He is your father! It's not like you !"
A bit powerful and depressed, he sneered and stared at Xie Qingcheng, "You really have to take care of it, I can only prostitute you for free, which means not paying, Doctor Xie, would you like to?"
“…”
Xie Qingcheng looked into He Yu's eyes.
He Yu raised his neck and turned his cheeks. There seemed to be tears at the end of his eyes, and there seemed to be nothing.
He just leaned back, stared at him, and asked him.
"It's boring, ah, Xie Qingcheng? Don't want to?"
"What's the point of meddling...?"
"I can't die if I cut my wrist, can you let me vent at ease? I've tried my best, I didn't kill or set fire to my own **** self-harm? I'm depressed and I'm in the way What's the matter with you? Are you all **** trying to kill me! Is that enough!"
He Yu's brain is getting more and more chaotic, and his consciousness is passing at a speed visible to the naked eye. Word.
Xie Qingcheng just looked down at him, listened to him for a while, and then—
He suddenly raised his hand and covered He Yu's eyes.
His eyes were blocked, He Yu was stunned, and grabbed Xie Qingcheng's wrist - his strength was not light, but his voice was very light, almost whispering.
"Xie Qingcheng." He was blindfolded by him, and the lips exposed under his palm opened and closed, "What do you want to do?"
"Last night, residents of Jinyulan Garden on the outskirts of the city heard two gunshots. After the residents called the police, the police rushed to the scene and found two bodies of a man and a woman in a deserted old house. The female deceased Yi Mouting, 52 years old, and the male deceased Liang Mouyong, 26 years old. The two are in a mother-son relationship, they are the director of Chengkang Mental Hospital, Liang Jicheng's wife and son."
"The police found the deceased's suicide note in the old house. Both of them are related to the Chengkang case, and they are suspected of committing suicide because of fear of crime..."
At dusk over the weekend, Xie Qingcheng was sitting on the high-speed train and saw this push message.
He frowned slightly and clicked in.
The report is not long, this is often the case, the more serious the matter, the fewer words.
Liang Jicheng has a wife and son…
He remembered that in Chengkang Hospital that day, the nurse who received them did say a word, saying that Liang Jicheng had a wife and children. It was this sentence that made He Yu immediately react to Xie Xueyu The "Liang Jicheng" that arrived was fake.
Are they both committed suicide...
Xie Qingcheng felt a little uncomfortable about this matter, but he is not a policeman after all, and the content of the report is too little, not even a mosaic picture, think about it There are no clues to ponder.
He turned off the phone and sighed softly, as if the fire on the rooftop of Chengkang Hospital that day flashed again in front of him.
Jiang Lanpei laughed hysterically, she said that no one had found her to think of her in 20 years.
She is going to turn into a ghost and make the whole Chengkang a hell.
Is this a kind of causal reincarnation?
"Hello, the G12xxxx bus you took will arrive at Hangzhou Station in ten minutes. Please bring your belongings and get off the bus. Thank you for your ride. The train is in front of the station, Hangzhou City Station."
The broadcast sound of the high-speed rail group pulled Xie Qingcheng back from his contemplation.
He said sorry to his neighbor, and took the gift box to the aisle while the little girl blushed, waiting to get off. After all, the Chengkang case had passed, so he didn't think much about Cheng Liang Jicheng's wife and children.
He Yu's drama is a low-cost web drama.
The screenwriter is a newcomer, the director is a newcomer, the actor is a newcomer...because the investment is too little, so the people are all new and the props are old.
The hearts are only wrapped by the thin chest cavity, take out each other to see, not to say how real, but at least not completely fake. According to Xie Xue, the overall atmosphere is not bad.
When I arrived at the crew by taxi, it was the last scene before dinner.
Before Xie Qing presented, Xie Xue greeted the staff in the crew. When he arrived, he was naturally taken to the director's monitor to sit and wait for someone. By the way See the play.
He Yu is filming.
To be honest, Xie Qing didn't know what group He Yu was in before submitting. After watching it for a long time, I probably know that this is a very vulgar youth campus romance story.
He Yu is a male cannon fodder who has silently liked the heroine for many years in the play. He is a capitalist, which is indeed in line with his own temperament. Say no, and leave alone.
When the stingy producer encountered the torrential rain bestowed by God, he began to frantically pull the actor to toss and toss.
He Yu repeated this high emotional outburst in the heavy rain—
Although it is not a related major, and it is the first time to perform, He Yu's relationship is well controlled.
It's not like acting, but the wanton release of private feelings.
Xie Qingcheng felt very surprised. In fact, it was not just him. In the temporary rain shed, everyone in front of the monitor was surprised.
"Wow, didn't this handsome guy really learn to act..." The staff rolled the script into a small microphone and asked in a low voice.
The sky was completely dark by the time the whole shot was finished.
The poor crew set up a simple booth next to the actors for rest and changing clothes. He Yu went in after filming, and there was no movement for a long time.
Xie Qingcheng sent him a message, and about ten minutes later, the little assistant opened the curtain and came out, holding the big umbrella with black carbon handle and ran to Xie Qingcheng etc. In the shed, invite him in.
The shed is very narrow, with only a white plastic outdoor table and a few chairs.
When Xie Qingcheng entered, He Yu was sitting on one of the chairs and brushing his hair. Hearing the movement, he raised his eyelashes and glanced at Xie Qingcheng.
This look was a little unexpected to Xie Qingcheng.
He thought that He Yu would be in a very bad state. The hysterical and emotional drama just now, even the staff watching in the shed would be affected to some extent, silently dropping a few drops of cat urine, but he did not expect the drama to end He Yu's expression was indifferent, and he was still listening to music with his bluetooth headphones coolly. He rested his smooth left hand on the table, and tapped the rhythm with his fingertips. There was nothing to do.
He looked even more sane than when he met him in the hospital.
"Xie Xue told me that you would come." He Yu took off one earphone and threw it on the table.
He even smiled at Xie Qingcheng: "Is the allergy okay?"
Xie Qingcheng's heart was slightly relieved: "If it's not good, I should die."
Glancing at He Yu's phone screen: "What are you looking at?"
"News." He Yu said, "The follow-up to Chengkang Mental Hospital. Liang Jicheng's wife and son died last night, and it was reported that they were suspected of committing suicide. Did you see it too?"
Xie Qing agreed.
He Yu smiled: "This kind of person also has a wife and son... and some people like him."
Xie Qingcheng didn't hear the gloom in his words, and threw the special gift box that Xie Xuetuo brought by himself into He Yu's arms.
"Xie Xue gave it to you."
He Yu held the heavy weight, was silent for a moment, and said, "Thank you."
Xie Qingcheng accepted it with peace of mind, stood in the shed for a while, and asked, "Let's not talk about Liang Jicheng, let's talk about you. Why do you suddenly want to act?"
"I want to try more. I just have an opportunity, and I like this role too."
Xie Qingcheng nodded, pulled a chair and sat down, and lit a cigarette.
But before the fire was lit, He Yu said, "Can you stop smoking?"
“…”
Guests who have seen their parents since childhood, He Yu has an indescribable resistance to smoking.
Xie Qingcheng put the cigarette back in the box, but bit his lip subconsciously, which was a very addictive action.
He Yu looked at him: "You didn't smoke before."
“…hmmm.”
"When did it start?"
Xie Qingcheng seemed to be silent, but also seemed to be thinking, and finally raised his eyes and said lightly: "Forget it."
The man paused, as if he didn't want to continue the topic, so he looked at the boy opposite across the plastic simple table: "You acted really well. I thought you were in the play."
He Yu touched the back of his teeth with the tip of his tongue, and then smiled. He always laughed, no matter whether he was in a good mood or bad, cloudy or sunny, a smile was not an expression of emotion for him, but It almost condensed into a kind of mask that he habitually wears when socializing. It is a hallucinogen sprayed at random, which is very deceptive and makes people comprehend his true heart.
"No, how can I be so stupid. Who will take it seriously when I play something made up by others."
"Then how did you act."
"It's just like lying. Haven't I been pretending all these years?" He Yu stared at Xie Qingcheng, and the voice was so soft that only the other party could barely hear, "I'm sick. But I'm pretending to be a normal person."
“…”
After He Yu finished speaking, he leaned back and played lazily with the earphone on the table.
He turned the earphones on the table like a spinning top.
Xie Qing said: "I thought something happened to you, and you ran out to act to vent your emotions."
He Yu raised his head and looked at Xie Qingcheng: "Am I acting so well?"
"Ok. How's the burn on your wrist?"
He Yu touched his wrist subconsciously, but quickly released it.
He showed it to Xie Qingcheng calmly, casually, and almost indifferently.
"It's fine, but it's necessary for filming, so there can't be so many scars. I did some treatment."
What Zhuangzao did to him was to paint some delicate tattoos on his hands, mostly in Sanskrit. The solemnity of Zen Buddhism and the ruthless entanglement of tattoos are also in line with the character's introverted and cold temperament.
He Yu asked: "Does it look good?"
"Ugly. Even worse with your school uniform."
"I didn't have tattoos in high school, and it will be re-applied when I change clothes. I try to cover it up." He Yu said, "Are you still going to watch the show later? late."
"Don't watch it, I've watched you in school uniform for almost ten years, and my eyes are calloused."
But even though she didn't watch it, Xie Qingcheng still asked, "What are you playing at night?"
"An exam scene." He Yu said, smiling mockingly, "It's really nothing to see. Help me take these things to the hotel, I'll take my room card Here it is...Are you staying at the crew hotel today? Don't worry if you don't, I'll take it back after the show."
Xie Qingcheng glanced at the arrangement information Xie Xue sent him before.
"I live in 8062."
"It's next door to me."
Xie Qing responded and confirmed that He Yu was not sick, so he took the room card that He Yu handed him, got up and got ready to go back to rest, after all, I have to get up early tomorrow to catch the bus to go back to class .
When Xie Qingcheng swiped his card into He Yu's room, he didn't find anything unusual.
That room fits the temperament of a boy in college, with a few pieces of unwashed clothes on the bed, a basketball in the corner, a few pairs of sneakers, and two books on the table.
Xie Qingcheng put the snack box next to He Yu's desk, then went back to his room next door and took a shower. When he was wearing the hotel's snow-white loose bathrobe, wiping his hair and walking to the writing desk, the phone suddenly rang.
The call was from Chen slow.
"Brother Xie. I came to your dormitory to find you, why are you not here today?"
"I'm in Hangzhou."
Chen Slow was stunned for a moment: "You are in good shape, what are you doing in Hangzhou?"
"See a patient."
"...what kind of patient...haven't you been a doctor for a long time?"
Xie Qingcheng lit a cigarette, and now he can finally smoke: "A little devil, about the same age as you. . . Smaller than you."
Chen slow paused for a few seconds for some reason.
And then asked abruptly: "Male and female? Brother, why did you run over there on purpose."
Xie Qingcheng took a cigarette and felt that he was inexplicable, but still said: "Man, his father has something to do with me, and I was watching his illness before. Too lazy to care. Why are you asking so much."
Chen slow's tone became inexplicably brisk again, he smiled: "I'll just ask casually."
“…what are you looking for at my school?”
"Oh, my mom made some bald butter, I thought I'd send it to you, it's especially delicious with noodles."
"You can put Xie Xue there."
Chen slow was shocked: "No! She can eat so much, she won't leave anything for you, forget it, let's talk about it when you come back."
“…that’s fine too.”
"Brother, your voice sounds very tired, you have a good rest, then I will not disturb you..."
Xie Qing said lazily: "Well."
He also hung up the phone.
Chen Man was not so attached to him before. After his brother left, he was depressed for a long time. Xie Qingcheng often visited him at that time, but Chen Man recovered. After that, he ran to Xie Qingcheng's house from time to time. At the end of the run, Xie Qingcheng thought he was annoying, so he calmed down a little.
But Chen Man was right, he was really tired after running around all day, so he just put on a nightgown and closed his eyes on the bed to rest for a while.
Sleeping when he closed his eyes, when he woke up, he glanced at the electronic clock on the table, it was eleven o'clock in the evening.
This point He Yu should have been back for a while, but he just slept too deeply and didn't notice any sound outside.
No way, he has to leave early tomorrow, and He Yu starts the show very early, so I don't know if I can meet it, so Xie Qingcheng thought about it and picked up the thin sheet on the table I went to He Yu's room next door, and returned the card to him anyway.
Knocked on the door several times, but nothing happened.
Xie Qingcheng remembered that He Yu was shooting back and forth in the rainstorm in the evening, and it was estimated that the boy fell asleep. He lowered his hand, bent over and planned to push the key card through the crack of the door, and then sent a message to He Yu, who would see it when he woke up the next day.
But before the fingertips pushed the room card in, Xie Qingcheng suddenly found out—
The light in He Yu's room is on.
The light is not very bright, only one floor lamp is turned on, but the light inside can be clearly confirmed through the gap under the door.
Xie Qingcheng felt a sudden shock in his heart for no reason. He got up and knocked on the door a little louder: "He Yu, are you inside? I'll return your room card."
No response.
Xie Qingcheng took out his mobile phone and played He Yu's call. After a while, He Yu's mobile phone rang.
Xie Qingcheng, who was very worried about He Yu's condition, finally knocked on the door twice, and then raised his voice towards the closed gray-brown door: "He Yu, if you don't say anything, I will Just swiped in."
“…”
"Did you hear that?"
Still no response.
Xie Qingcheng put the half-old card on the sensor strip, and the door opened with a soft click.
Heavy curtains were drawn in the house, and there was a strong smell of wine in the room.
Xie Qingcheng suddenly had a bad feeling.
His eyes swept around the bedroom, and then in the corner, he saw the boy who shrank himself into a ball.
The worst guess came true at this time, Xie Qing was angry: "...you!"
The boy moved like a little dragon in a cage, but he didn't react much.
Xie Qingcheng finally saw the truth behind his disguise - his intuition was right , need to vent.
In fact, He Yu fell ill after knowing that Xie Xue likes Wei Dongheng, but it is not the most serious situation, and he can restrain himself.
After he realized that something was wrong with him, he immediately went to the hospital to prescribe medicine, and later went to the crew to arrange for it. But he could pretend to be calm in front of people every day, but when he was alone at night, he couldn't restrain himself. In order to prevent his condition from getting worse, he ate all the medicines he brought, and he was still a little stuck. drink. So when Xie Qingcheng entered the room, all he saw were wine bottles and medicine boxes scattered all over the floor.
He Yu is taking drugs.
Before his resignation, Xie Qingcheng specifically told He Jiwei the importance of strict control of drugs. If these drugs also fail and He Yu's condition worsens, he can only be sent to the hospital for physical control.
He didn't even say "treatment".
Just like those people I saw in Chengkang Mental Hospital - control, restraint, electric shock, imprisoning - all of which can't heal, just make him become a beast, wear Wear shackles and muzzles so you can't hurt others.
He Yu will be a total lunatic.
The doctor couldn't see the patient's practice on himself, Xie Qingcheng walked over to He Yu, with a bit of anger in his tone: "...He Yu."
“…”
"He Yu."
“…”
"He Yu!"
The boy finally moved, those beautiful almond eyes rolled under the thick and slender eyelashes, and slowly moved to the halo of the floor lamp, Xie Qingcheng, who was still wearing a bathrobe.
"It's you."
Then without waiting for Xie Qingcheng to respond, he put his head on the bedside table and said softly, "Tsk, my god...what are you doing here."
“…”
"I'm just too tired from work, I drank a little wine, nothing to do, you go."
Alcohol allowed him to control the bloodthirsty violence factor, but made him dizzy, the always smart young man can't make up any decent lies at this moment, in fact, he is too tired , he doesn't want to edit it anymore.
"Come on, don't meddle."
What responded to him was the pain in his wrist and the pulling force belonging to men. I only saw Xie Qingcheng's familiar stern face—
A pair of peach eyes.
The hotel's stereotypical Van Gogh starry sky, twisted night, chaotic stars.
His nasal voice was heavy, and his voice was trying to be calm, but it was already ringing: "Xie Qingcheng, I said I'm fine, what are you doing here. Do you care about being drunk?"
Xie Qingcheng said: "You think I am willing to take care of you, look at what you are saying now."
“…”
He Yu was too lazy to pay attention to him, raised his hand to cover his eyelids.
At this time, Xie Qingcheng could see his wrist clearly through the dim floor light—
Xie Qingcheng's heart suddenly sank.
"You **** cut your wrists!"
"Can you control it! It's not cutting your wrist!"
Xie Qingcheng really wanted to leave him alone.
But thinking of mental Ebola disease and what He Jiwei said to him in the past, Xie Qingcheng still gritted his teeth and said, "Okay. I won't quarrel with you. Can I not quarrel with you?"
As he spoke, he walked to He Yu's desk, where there was a box, a medicine box.
"Eat these for me."
Coming back from the desk, Xie Qingcheng brought a large glass of hot water and took two calming pills that he had chosen again. He handed it to He Yu, who was still sitting on the ground with his arms folded over his knees.
He Yu tilted his face.
"Do you want to eat it yourself or do I force it into you?"
“…”
"Eat. I'll **** leave you alone after eating."
I really don't want to be embarrassed in front of him, not to mention that He Yu drank too much and was somewhat dizzy. In the end, he raised his eyes sullenly, took the pills from Xie Qingcheng's hand, and took them with a glass of water.
"After eating, can you go?"
Xie Qingcheng is not a gentleman who is hard to follow, he grabs He Yu's wrist: "Sit down."
He Yu pulled his hand back with a cold face.
Xie Qingcheng: "Sit me down."
"Didn't you say you will leave me alone after I take the medicine?" He Yu leaned his head back against the wall, his Adam's apple moving up and down.
Xie Qingcheng did not reply to him.
He Yu closed his eyes: "...you let me just be quiet like this, okay?"
The youth's long eyelashes quivered, and the Adam's apple rolled up and down.
"Leave me alone."
He seems to be really depressed, the dying fish will toss and jump when they still want to survive, and now he seems to be resigned, waiting for the last breath of oxygen to leak from his chest.
Xie Qingcheng grabbed his wrist and looked at him with peach blossom eyes, very sternly: "What happened to you?"
“…”
Xie Qingcheng: "You are a mental patient, there is nothing to be ashamed of, the fault is not you. He Yu for seven years, I thought you would no longer be taboo and avoid doctors. You Just belittle yourself like that."
"..." He Yu's wrist was still being grasped, so he raised his head and frowned, he felt that his heart was beating more and more cramped under the catalysis of alcohol and drugs, so fast that he almost made him flustered.
Xie Qingcheng's hand clasped him, as if checking his pulse.
Just like countless times before, he will pierce through all the thoughts and lesions he tried to hide.
He Yu vaguely realized that it would not go on like this. He instinctively began to struggle, and his wrist was about to be pulled out of He Yu's palm. Finally, he leaned against the wall behind him, raised his head, took a breath, and his chest slumped.
"Xie Qingcheng, you won't let go, will you?"
The boy tilted his head, and when he turned around again, his eyes were blood red, half because of drunkenness and half because of hatred, he sneered: "Yes, I'm not happy, I'm not happy, I'm in control I can't help myself, everything is as you said, you predicted everything correctly, are you satisfied? You want to see the joke, have you watched it?"
"Are you afraid of my accident?" He Yu was almost sarcastic, with red eyes, "Our doctor-patient relationship is over, what are you looking at for him? Did he pay you for you? Look for him! My dad prostitutes you for free!"
After He Yu said this, he slammed his hand, and this time he finally pulled his wrist out of Xie Qingcheng's palm.
Xie Qingcheng did not know the meaning of prostitution in the mouths of young people nowadays, and was provoked for a while, and sternly reprimanded: "What are you talking about! What prostitution? He is your father! It's not like you !"
A bit powerful and depressed, he sneered and stared at Xie Qingcheng, "You really have to take care of it, I can only prostitute you for free, which means not paying, Doctor Xie, would you like to?"
“…”
Xie Qingcheng looked into He Yu's eyes.
He Yu raised his neck and turned his cheeks. There seemed to be tears at the end of his eyes, and there seemed to be nothing.
He just leaned back, stared at him, and asked him.
"It's boring, ah, Xie Qingcheng? Don't want to?"
"What's the point of meddling...?"
"I can't die if I cut my wrist, can you let me vent at ease? I've tried my best, I didn't kill or set fire to my own **** self-harm? I'm depressed and I'm in the way What's the matter with you? Are you all **** trying to kill me! Is that enough!"
He Yu's brain is getting more and more chaotic, and his consciousness is passing at a speed visible to the naked eye. Word.
Xie Qingcheng just looked down at him, listened to him for a while, and then—
He suddenly raised his hand and covered He Yu's eyes.
His eyes were blocked, He Yu was stunned, and grabbed Xie Qingcheng's wrist - his strength was not light, but his voice was very light, almost whispering.
"Xie Qingcheng." He was blindfolded by him, and the lips exposed under his palm opened and closed, "What do you want to do?"
