The accident came from the explanation with the political commissar Wang.
Although treatment with rn-13 went well.
After taking the antidote developed by the laboratory, Chen Man and Xie Xue have been transferred to the general ward and will be discharged soon.
Political commissar Wang is still very concerned about the fact that Chen Shan was injected with the "medicine", and he is skeptical about whether Chen Shan has been cured. Although he tried his best to reduce the number of people who knew about the "medicine" experiment, he also hoped that Xie Qingcheng and the others could cooperate more and send this "medicine" to Yanzhou, so that scientists in Yanzhou could We analyze it, so that he can be completely at ease.
No one dared to refuse Political Commissar Wang, and even the dean found it difficult to communicate with him. In the end, they had to make an emergency call and called Xie Qingcheng to Meiyu to explain to the old man Wang.
Xie Qing presented it.
"Commissar Wang."
"Sit down." In the dean's office, Political Commissar Wang asked Xie Qingcheng to sit down, "Why can't I bring this 'medicine' to Yanzhou, or even let the scientific researchers in Yanzhou know?"
Xie Qingcheng: "From your point of view, it is for Chen Wan's safety."
"My grandson was injected with an unknown "drug". It was just to ensure his safety that I asked the Yanzhou personnel to come and see if it really wouldn't affect him anymore."
Xie Qingcheng: "Wang political commissar, I have talked with you about the general situation, and you also know that this kind of "drug" has high scientific research value, and high scientific research value means that there are many people like Huang Zhilong, in order to obtain its experimental data Take the risk. If you tell the Yanzhou researchers about this, how sure are you that there won't be two Huang Zhilongs among them?"
Political commissar Wang's face was not good-looking. In his opinion, Xie Qingcheng was nothing more than an ordinary book: "Then why should I believe you?"
Xie Qingcheng: "Because my sister was also injected with the same "drug". And she is my only relative."
"… "
"You should understand what I mean, you are a political commissar, and you are also Chen Man's grandfather. I am just a teacher, and I am also a girl's brother, her only relative in the world - in love for relatives, I know that I do not I will lose half to you." Xie Qingcheng looked at him firmly, "This is why you should trust me, and only why you trust me."
"I'll get them out of the hospital, and in fact, that's already the case."
Just when the two faced off, Meiyu's most inspection report on Chen Wan came out, and the head nurse sent it to the desk of Political Commissar Wang.
Political Commissar Wang: "How is it?"
The head nurse reverently shuddered, maybe except for people like Xie Qingcheng, no one would not tremble when they saw a big guy at the level of political commissar Wang: "You, please rest assured, it's much lower than before the attack, and now the base has been It's close to normal."
Political commissar Wang took the inspection sheet and looked back and forth for a long time.
In the end, he put the list on the table and said to Xie Qing: "I will ask the driver to pick you up at night. I want to ask specifically about the situation of Yan and what you have encountered in Zhilong Entertainment. My It means, Professor Xie, I want to hear the truth. Do you understand?"
"… clear."
Xie Qingcheng wanted to go to dinner with Political Commissar Wang, and the entire Aesthetic Education team sweated for him.
The dean felt that this was really torturous, so he wanted to tell Chen Slow, who was resting in the ward, but was stopped by Xie Qingcheng—Chen Slow needed to be well recuperated, and he knew that the more Chen Slow was involved in this matter, the more he would get involved. more difficult to deal with.
He will definitely not tell the truth with Political Commissar Wang, the stakes in this matter are too great.
Who is Political Commissar Wang
Who has never seen the old man? Haven't heard anything
Xie Qingcheng knew that he had to answer every question carefully and carefully, not only to let Political Commissar Wang give up the idea of continuing the investigation, but also not to tell him the core situation of the entire rn-13 case.
This meal was extremely difficult to eat.
Political Commissar Wang’s secretary has been pouring wine for Xie Qingcheng. It seems that if Xie Qingcheng drank too much, he can tell the truth—but after the political commissar found that Xie Qingcheng was easy to drink, he told the secretary to stop pouring it. .
He came to ask about the young man's situation, not to bully a helpless professor.
What's more, Xie Qingcheng answered fluently throughout the meal, neither arrogant nor humble. At the end, the old fox was actually a little moved, thinking that there were no loopholes in this young man's words, but he made it clear that the stakes were all spread out. Candid.
At the end of the banquet, Political Commissar Wang's expression finally calmed down.
He raised a glass to Xie Qingcheng and said, "...Actually, I heard Yan from you many times in advance. I hope you understand that I am a grandfather, and I am ensuring the safety of my grandson, rather than trying to embarrass me. what are you?"
Xie Qingcheng took the cup, but he could not take it anymore, and his upper body was slightly hot.
He toasted the last glass of wine politely.
The old man didn't want to embarrass them.
Some people's share is placed here, and even simple things can become very complicated. Just like this glass of wine, it is obviously just a thank you, apology and kindness in the end.
And Xie Qingcheng also had to drink.
Finally, the banquet came to an end.
Political Commissar Wang II was about to return to Yanzhou. He said goodbye to Xie Qing and got in the car and left. Only then did Xie Qingcheng finally relax what he had been tensing all afternoon and evening. No one knew that the back of his shirt was completely soaked.
He paused for a while in front of the big lawn in front of the hotel, and slowly regained his energy. Many academic or artistic people don't like socializing very much, because it disturbs the peace of brain cells too much. Xie Qingcheng is such a person.
He watched Political Commissar Wang's car go away, and after the taillights completely disappeared, he walked to the koi pond in the hotel, lit a cigarette, looked at the vast night, and exhaled a heavy haze.
It was so busy that he couldn't breathe for a moment, and only now did he smoke a cigarette.
Just as he was in a trance, the chimes of the ancient building next to the hospital rang.
Xie Qingcheng had a lot of things in his heart. He drank too much wine, and his thoughts were a little slow. At first, he just listened casually. When the bell rang eight times, he was stunned and suddenly realized something.
He immediately raised his wrist and lowered his head, and his face changed slightly when he saw the pointer on the surface.
It's exactly nine o'clock...
In the process of communicating with Political Commissar Wang, Xie Qingcheng turned his mobile phone to silent, and now that he can finally watch it, he was shocked to find that the time agreed with He Yu had already passed.
He Yu has made many phone calls, and there are more than ten WeChat messages, the last one was about half an hour ago.
Xie Qingcheng scolded secretly, he actually forgot about it!
He immediately called a car, and then quickly called back He Yu's number.
"Hello, the phone you dialed has been switched off, please try again later..."
The car came, but the phone didn't get through.
Xie Qingcheng stepped into the back seat and slammed the door shut.
The master asked, "Where are you going to be born?"
"Huzhou Grand Theater." Xie Qingcheng supported his slightly drunk, aching head, "please as soon as possible."
Huzhou is very big, and it takes more than an hour to travel from Meiyu to the theater. The driver was galloping all the way, and it was almost ten o'clock when he arrived.
It was deserted outside the Grand Theater, the Rigoletto's drama performance had ended, the ambient lights outside the theater had been extinguished, and only the cold lighting was lit.
When it was raining, Xie Qingcheng asked the front desk of the hotel for an umbrella before getting into the car. The raindrops knocked on the umbrella surface empty.
no respond.
Xie Qingcheng sent him a voice.
"He Yu, where are you?"
"I heard a message back to me."
After walking around for a long time, Xie Qingcheng found the lonely figure outside the big fountain pool at the north gate of the theater.
He Yu hugged his knees and sat on the edge of the steps.
It was raining all the time, and he was drenched like a large homeless dog.
Xie Qingcheng breathed a sigh of relief, but also felt very uncomfortable. He quickly walked to He Yu's side with an umbrella, and the umbrella was hit from the boy's back.
"He Yu."
The young man was startled.
Then slowly look up.
Xie Qingcheng was taken aback - He Yu's apricot eyes were bloodshot, and there were bloodstains on his lips. Although he was holding his wrist tightly, Xie Qingcheng didn't need to look closely to know that he even had scars on his wrist. .
When he saw the man, a bright light flashed in He Yu's eyes, and then it turned into darkness.
He buried his face again, folded his arms under his palms.
"What are you doing here?"
His face was turned to one side, and the water dripped down his forehead.
"The concert is over and there's no one left."
"… "
He Yu was very calm, almost broken: "You go."
Xie Qingcheng wanted to speak several times, but he didn't know what to do. It wasn't that he didn't want to comfort He Yu. The point of the problem was that he only comforted the patient, and almost never comforted those who had a crush on him. He thought for a while before saying, "Why don't you answer the phone?"
He Yu didn't say anything.
Xie Qingcheng raised his hand and touched his forehead. He Yu opened his hand as soon as he felt the heat.
"Don't touch me, what are you doing, go to Chen slowly."
"I'm looking for Chen slow because—"
Xie Qing offered half of the offer and suddenly stopped.
He frowned slightly: "How do you know that I have been to Meiyu?"
"… "
After a closer look, there is a broken mobile phone beside the steps of the fountain pool.
…
No wonder He Yu couldn't get his call.
Xie Qingcheng calmed down for a while, then looked up at him: "Have you located my address?"
He Yu didn't respond at first, with a slightly pale face, he didn't intend to admit it, but after a while, he suddenly seemed to be unable to hold on, the shell that was barely sticking to it began to fall apart, he held back, it was his lips Trembling slightly, in the end, even biting his lip, he couldn't control his emotions.
The boy's eyes went from fierce to red, from red to moist, and finally, tears filled his eyelashes, and finally a tear slid down abruptly, all in a blink of an eye.
Xie Qingcheng didn't even have time to react, and was stunned by He Yu's sudden tears.
"you… "
"Now you don't have to worry about me. There is another rn-13 victim. He is more like you than me, more obedient than me, and more knowledgeable than me. I am not the only one who can understand you anymore."
Xie Qingcheng didn't know what he was at for a while, so he held an umbrella and looked at him.
He Yu was very sad, and there was some fierceness in his sadness.
"It's Xie Qingcheng. If you have something to do, you have to be with him and take care of him in the hospital. You can call me in advance, can't you? You know I've been waiting like this... I've been waiting... "
How did Xie Qingcheng know that he was hurt like this because of this.
Xie Qingcheng is a person with strong independence, a strong sense of professionalism, and not much personal life. Those who have been in contact with him in the past can also understand his thoughts very well.
Even Li Rouqiu, she knew long before her marriage that Xie Qingcheng was working overtime, so she would not be able to read her cell phone, nor would she return the call.
This time, he delayed calls and appointments because of the patient's affairs, and was made "sex" by the other party.
He felt a little helpless.
But faintly, there is a feeling that has never been experienced before.
Only a child would care so "heartedly" about an invitation he had promised him, and was unwilling to give in for any reason. This is undoubtedly 'sex', but in this 'sex', there seems to be a rash and cuteness that only belongs to young people.
Xie Qingcheng sighed, his stern brows relaxed.
He raised his hand and wanted to "touch" He Yu's wet hair. He planned to have a good time with He Yu. By the way, he also talked to him about Chen Wan's illness, even if he took rn -13, neither will each become a spiritual Ebola. However-
"… Snapped!"
He Yu opened his hand again heavily.
"Don't touch me. When he's sick, he can call you over and let you stay with him for so long... What are you and him, Xie Qingcheng? What do you have to do with him for so long to be clear? You It's not his personal doctor, even if you know more about rn-13 than others, it's enough for one or two hours to solve some problems in the past?" He Yu was really uncomfortable.
Love can make young people "chaos".
He had pretended to be so calm in front of Chen Man before, but only he knew how worried he was.
Chen Slow was attacked by rn-13, and Chen Slow's brother sacrificed to investigate the cause of death of Xie Qingcheng's parents... Compared with him, the policeman had more leverage to hinder Xie Qingcheng's footsteps.
And he has nothing...
Nothing.
"You know, can you promise me how happy I am when I see the concert with me? I waited happily for a whole, and came here happily, I held the ticket, I have been I'll wait for you here. Then it got dark..." He Yu got here and couldn't help choking, "It got dark..."
"Those people walked inside in twos and threes. The security guard came and asked me if I couldn't find a place to check the ticket. I didn't. I was just waiting for someone. Then it rained and he asked me to go inside. The show had already started. I You'll be here soon. I called you and couldn't get through."
Xie Qingcheng looked at his emotions like sand that had lost its water, and collapsed little by little.
He wanted to stop it, but He Yu didn't listen.
He Yu just wanted to finish what was in his heart.
He Yu: "Xie Qingcheng, do you know... At that moment, I was very afraid that this was my hallucination."
"… "
"Have you noticed what day it is today?"
Xie Qingcheng really didn't notice it.
Many adults live to the end and don't pay much attention to dates. Unless something has to be done on a certain day, every day is the same.
Xie Qingcheng lived such a mechanical life.
He knew what he had only faintly sensed at this time, and he looked down at his mobile phone, and it was May 26th on the screen...
He looked up suddenly: "He Yu, I..."
"After midnight, it's my twentieth birthday."
He Yu had thick long eyelashes hanging down.
"Xie Qingcheng, the Xie Xue I once waited for was fake, the chocolate birthday cake was fake, and it was raining heavily, I waited in the villa, and when it was twelve o'clock, I just waited for my own. A little ridiculous hallucination."
"blacken."
"I don't know... I don't know if you're fake too."
He buried his face in the palm of his hand, and the blue veins were rooted under the skin. His voice was filled with some madness in despair. His whole person was like a rose soaked in blood, dangerous, terrifying, vulnerable, and pitiful.
He Yu choked and said: "I don't know if you are fake too! You never showed up! I can't get through to your phone... I can't wait for you... No one comes to me... No one comes to accompany me! I have nothing No... Twenty years... You have Chen slow, I'm not the only one... I have nothing!! Nothing!!"
He came to the end, almost hoarse.
Xie Qingcheng saw that he was wearing the monitoring ring that had been given to him on his wrist. The monitoring ring could relieve the wearer's emotions a little, and at the same time, it could also warn the wearer's violent emotions.
At this moment, the sensor light on the side of the bracelet has shown a very dangerous red color.
Xie Qingcheng knew that He Yu's feelings were about to get out of control.
The boy in front of him was like a trapped beast in a cage, whimpering in a low voice, his voice calling out Xie Qing so strongly once and for all that it resonated in his chest.
He Yu: "It hurts..."
"It hurts..."
He pressed one hand to his chest, a patient who should be very insensitive to his five senses: "Xie Qingcheng... This place seems to be empty, it hurts..."
Xie Qingcheng looked at the boy's tears, and felt an indescribable feeling in his heart.
It was like a bruised dragon wailing and howling on the reef.
it's dying...
It seemed to be dying of grief.
It is truly heartbroken to death, lonely to death.
Xie Qingcheng stared at He Yu, he didn't know what to do, in the face of such strong feelings, everything seemed too pale. He walked over, just like He Yu wanted to raise his hand to cover the invisible scar on his heart and stop his dripping blood on New Year's Eve.
He walked over-
He also wanted to quell He Yu's blood.
Both of them were people with old wounds.
The wound was deep, piercing the heart. No one knows those scars, only they know each other.
He didn't understand why He Yu cared about Chen Man so much. In fact, Chen Man was always different from He Yu. In Xie Qingcheng's opinion, Chen Man was a brother, a friend, and a companion.
And what about He Yu
Xie Qingcheng didn't come up for a while.
He didn't know when, He Yu had eroded his life so deeply that when he looked back, he no longer thought that there would be anyone in the world who could take He Yu's place.
Xie Qingcheng, who was vaguely aware of this, was deeply shocked. He had never thought about what He Yu was in his eyes before.
What is it
He Yu is the person who is most similar to him, the person closest to him, the person who knows his secrets the most, and the person who has lived and died with him countless times.
But He Yu is a man.
And he doesn't love men, his "sex" orientation is female "sex", he has been married and divorced, not to mention Xie Qingcheng knows that he doesn't need any love now.
So, such a special person who cannot be replaced by anyone, what is that
He doesn't know, as if he is stuck in a "confusion".
Xie Qingcheng was determined to step forward only at this moment. He held the umbrella in one hand and held it up in the other—he knew the pain, the kind of pain that peculiar to mental Ebola patients, more bone-shattering than cancer pain. It's called loneliness, it's called loneliness, it's called despair... He finally took the initiative to hug He Yu at this moment.
Xie Qingcheng used his own hand to stick the broken heart of the dragon, and let the poisonous blood flow through his palm.
He hugs him.
Xie Qingcheng: "He Yu, it's true, not false. Right?"
"… "
"I'm sorry, I don't remember the day, I..." Xie Qingcheng really didn't know what to do, the old man was stubborn, too father, he had never even coaxed his wife before, and he didn't know how to coax a boy.
He could only hold He Yu like this, the rain hit the umbrellas above their heads, and the wind blew through their clothes.
In the storm, he hugged him so tightly.
Canglong seems to be using his own son to curl up the dragon who is so sad that he is on the verge of death.
He held the trembling boy in his arms, and his voice was slightly hoarse.
"I'm sorry, He Yu."
"… "
"Although it's not yet time, I want to be with you... I wish you a happy twentieth birthday."
He Yuzi trembled violently—
Happy birthday to you.
"He Yu, happy sixteenth birthday."
The storm, the shaking candlelight, the smiling Xie Xue holding the birthday cake, the bell ringing in the villa, I wish you a happy birthday... I wish you a happy birthday...
He Yu trembled uncontrollably.
fake.
fake… !
nobody. No cake. No blessing.
In the room where the message was projected, he stripped away the truth, he knew that everything was my protection given to him by his poor respect.
Perhaps feeling his morbid state, Xie Qingcheng held him stronger, as if this would allow He Yu to hear his heartbeat and touch his blood.
"I am here."
"… is fake… "
"It's real, it's not fake, it's not a hallucination."
He Yu's voice was hoarse: "It's fake... It's fake... Xie Qingcheng would never hug me... He would never hug me, I begged him for so long, I begged him to hug me... He all No… never would…”
He was hurt so deeply that he had been using painted skin to cover it up, but at this moment, he was finally "naked" and "exposed" in front of him, with blood intertwined.
"You're fake! It's an illusion!!"
His eyes were sad and crazy, and he suddenly swung down Xie Qingcheng's umbrella. The heavy rain suddenly fell on their shoulders, and the rain was like a transparent net, trapping him and him together.
After a few seconds, a dozen seconds, or even several minutes, He Yu found that he had not woken up from this dream.
Xie Qingcheng did not disappear either.
"… "
Slowly, he is no longer true and false, as if true and false are no longer important.
His tremors ranged from violent to weak, from weak to calm. He suddenly hugged Xie Qingcheng back, as if he wanted to hug a piece of driftwood for survival.
The dazzling red on the bracelet flickered, flickered... Slowly, like a demon's eyes closed, the red light gradually extinguished, returning to a warm orange-yellow "color".
He Yu's tears fell on Xie Qingcheng's shoulders. He hugged him with such force, as if he wanted to "rub" Xie Qingcheng's bones to pieces and pierce them into his body.
Immediately afterwards, he suddenly grabbed Xie Qingcheng's hand, and he didn't care whether the umbrella was crooked or not, and whether the two of them would get caught in the rain. His expression is complex - sullen, frenzied, twisted, lost, hopeful, obsessed with "fascination"... all intertwined.
Then he dragged Xie Qingcheng and walked to the "Luo" parking lot behind the theater without saying a word.