"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 , 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. They are suspected of committing suicide because of fear of crime..."
In the evening of the weekend, Xie Qingcheng was sitting on the high-speed train and saw this push message.
He frowned slightly and clicked in.
The reports are not long, as is often the case with this kind of thing, the more serious the matter, the fewer the words.
Liang Jicheng has a wife and son...
He remembered that at Chengkang Hospital that day, the nurse who received them did say something, saying that Liang Jicheng had a wife and children. .
Both of them committed suicide...
Xie Qingcheng felt a little uncomfortable about this matter, but he was not a policeman after all, and the content of the report was too little, not even a mosaic picture, and there was no clue to think deeply.
So 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 wants to turn into a ghost and make the whole Chengkang become a hell.
Does this count as a kind of causal reincarnation
"Hello, the G12xxxx bus you are taking 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 you, Hangzhou Station."
Xie Qingcheng was pulled back from his contemplation by the announcement of the high-speed rail group.
He said sorry to his neighbor, and went to the aisle with the gift box 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.
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He Yu's play is a small-cost online play.
The screenwriter is a newcomer, the director is a newcomer, the actor is a newcomer... Because there is too little investment, the people are all new and the props are old.
There are newcomers as well. Everyone has no experience, their faces have no oil from the smoke of the wine table, and the soles of their shoes have no mud that has been contaminated by fame and fortune. Most people's hearts are only covered by thin chests. The packages, take out each other to see, not to say how true, but at least not completely false. According to Xie Xue, the overall atmosphere is not bad.
When we arrived at the crew by taxi, it was the last scene before dinner.
Before Xie Qing presented it, Xie Xue greeted the staff in the crew. When he arrived, he was naturally taken to sit next to the director's monitor, waiting for someone to watch the play.
He Yu is filming.
To be honest, Xie Qing didn't know what group He Yu was in before he came. After watching it for a long time, I probably know that this is a very vulgar youth campus romance story.
In the play, He Yu is a male cannon fodder who has silently liked the heroine for many years. He is a capitalist, and it really matches his own temperament, and this scene happened to film the capitalist's confession being rejected by the heroine and then leaving alone.
This drama had to be filmed in a rainstorm. After all, for the drama invested by 50 cents, even the director's great aunt, grandma, and grandmother were also involved in the group performance, so the artificial rain can naturally be saved. When the stingy producer encountered the torrential rain bestowed by God, he began to frantically drag the actors to toss and toss.
He Yu then repeated this high emotional outburst in the heavy rain—
Although not from a related major, and it is also the first time to perform, He Yu's relationship is well controlled.
It's not like acting, but the wanton venting of personal feelings.
Xie Qingcheng was surprised. In fact, it wasn't 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.
By the time the whole shot was finished, the sky was completely dark.
The poor crew set up a simple shed 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 the shed where Xie Qingcheng was waiting, asking him to come in. Inside.
The shed is very narrow, with only a white plastic outdoor table and a few chairs.
When Xie Qingcheng came in, He Yu was sitting on one of the chairs wiping his hair. Hearing the movement, he raised his eyelashes and glanced at Xie Qingcheng.
This sight was a bit beyond Xie Qingcheng's expectations.
He thought that He Yu would be in a very bad state. The hysterical and emotional drama just now would affect even the staff watching in the shed to some extent, and silently shed a few drops of cat urine. He was listening to music with his bluetooth earphones coolly, his smooth left hand resting on the table, his fingertips tapping the rhythm loosely, and there was nothing to do.
He looked even more sane than when he had met him in the hospital before.
"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'll 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... Some people have liked 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 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 was heard saying, "Can you stop smoking?"
"… "
He Yu has an indescribable resistance to smoking since he was a child, seeing his parents' guests blowing smoke.
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."
"… Ok."
"When did it start?"
Xie Qingcheng seemed to be silent, but also seemed to be thinking. Finally, he 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 did a really good job. 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, for him, a smile was not an expression of emotion, but almost condensed into a kind of him. The mask habitually worn in social situations is a hallucinogen sprayed at will, 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 act out something made up by others."
"Then how did you act?"
"It's 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 it, "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: "Is acting so well?"
"Ok. How's the burn on the 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. Some treatments have been done."
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?"
"It's ugly. It's even more ugly with your school uniform."
"I didn't have tattoos in high school, and I'll reapply when I change clothes. I'll try to cover it up." He Yu said, "Are you still going to watch the show later? It's probably going to be filmed quite late."
"Don't watch it. I've watched you in school uniform for nearly ten years, and my eyes are calloused."
But even though he didn't watch it, Xie Qingcheng still asked, "What are you playing tonight?"
"It's an exam scene." He Yu said, smiling mockingly, "It's really nothing to see. Help me take these things to the hotel, and I'll give you my room card. ... You are staying today. Is it a hotel for the crew? Don’t worry if you don’t live there, I’ll take it back after the show.”
Xie Qingcheng glanced at the arrangement information Xie Xue had sent him before.
"I live in 8062."
"That's next door to me."
Xie Qingcheng responded and confirmed that He Yu was not sick, so he took the room card He Yu handed him and got up to go back to rest. After all, he had to get up early tomorrow to catch a bus to go back to class.
.
When Xie Qingcheng swiped his card into He Yu's room, he didn't notice anything unusual.
That room fit the temperament of a boy in college, with a few pieces of unwashed clothes thrown 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 Gan 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 kid, about the same age as you. . . a little bit younger than you."
On the other end of the phone, Chen Qian paused for a few seconds for some reason.
Then he 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. Otherwise, I would be 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 going to do with me 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 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 Qingcheng lazily said, "Well."
He was not polite to Chen slow and 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. Later, when Chen Man recovered, he thanked him from time to time. Qingcheng ran at home, and at the end Xie Qingcheng thought he was annoying, so he calmed down a little.
But what Chen slow said was right, he was really tired after running around all day, so he just rested for a while on the bed with his eyes closed in his nightgown.
When he closed his eyes, he overslept. When he woke up, he glanced at the electronic clock on the table. It was eleven ten in the evening.
At this point, He Yu should have been back for a while, but he just slept too deeply and didn't notice any outside sounds.
There was no way, he was leaving early in the morning, He Yu started the show very early, and he didn't know if he could meet him, so Xie Qingcheng thought about it, picked up the thin card on the table, and went to He Yu next door The room, anyway, return the card to him first.
I knocked on the door several times, but nothing happened.
Xie Qingcheng remembered that in the evening He Yu repeated the shooting back and forth in the rainstorm, and it was estimated that the boy fell asleep due to exhaustion. He lowered his hand, bent over and planned to push the key card through the crack of the door, then sent a message to He Yu, who would see it when he woke up the next day.
But before his fingertips pushed the room card in, Xie Qingcheng suddenly found out—
The light in He Yu's room was on.
The light is not very clear, only one floor lamp is turned on, but the light inside can be clearly confirmed through the gap under the door.
Xie Qingcheng's heart throbbed for no reason, and the sound of getting up and knocking on the door couldn't help but sound a little louder: "He Yu, are you inside? I'll return your room card."
No answer.
Xie Qingcheng took out his mobile phone and played He Yu's call, and after a while, He Yu's mobile phone rang across the door.
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 swipe my card to come in."
"… "
"Did you hear that?"
Still no response.
Xie Qingcheng put the half-old card on the sensor strip, and with a soft click, the door opened.
The heavy curtains were drawn in the house, and the room had a strong smell of alcohol.
Xie Qingcheng suddenly had a bad premonition.
His eyes swept around the bedroom, and then in the corner, he saw the boy huddled in a ball.
The worst guess came true at this time, Xie Qingcheng was angry and said: "...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 not wrong, He Yu didn't save the scene for no reason and ran to the crew to kill time, he was really in a wrong state and needed to vent his emotions.
In fact, after He Yu knew that Xie Xue liked Wei Dongheng, he fell ill, but it was not the most serious situation, and he could restrain it.
When 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 was taking drugs abusively.
Before Xie Qingcheng resigned, he had specifically told He Jiwei the importance of strict control of drugs. If these drugs also failed and He Yu's condition worsened, he could 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, restraints, electric shocks, imprisonment - all of which did not heal, just made him a beast, shackled and muzzled, unable to harm others .
He Yu would be a total lunatic.
The doctor couldn't even see the patient beating himself up. 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 leaned 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. I'm fine. Let's go."
Alcohol allowed him to control the bloodthirsty violence factor, but it made him dizzy. The always smart young man couldn't make up any decent lies at this moment. In fact, he was too tired, and he didn't want to make up any more.
"Let's go, don't mind your own business."
What responded to him was the pain in his wrist and the pulling force that belonged to men. He was dragged up by the whole person before he regained his senses and threw it onto the sofa chair. He Yu was confused and his vision was blurred. He Yu only saw Xie Qingcheng that A familiar stern face—
A pair of peach eyes.
He Yu was like being stabbed, turned his face away abruptly, and stared straight at an unrelated and innocent decorative painting in the corner of the wall. 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. You can also take care of being drunk?"
Xie Qingcheng said: "You think I am willing to take care of you, look at what you are like now."
"… "
He Yu was too lazy to pay attention to him, raised his hand to cover his eyelids.
It was at this time that Xie Qingcheng could see his wrist clearly through the dim floor light—
The tattoos that were drawn and painted have been washed away, and the foundation that the makeup artist used to cover is no longer there. What is exposed on the young man's wrist is a deep scar that has been left behind for a while.
Xie Qingcheng's heart suddenly sank.
"You fucking cut your wrists again!"
"Can you manage 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 before, Xie Qingcheng still gritted his teeth and said, "Okay. I won't quarrel with you. Can I not quarrel with you?"
After speaking, he walked to He Yu's desk. There was a box on it, a medicine box.
"Hurry up and eat these for me."
Back from the desk, Xie Qingcheng brought a large glass of hot water and two calming pills that he had chosen anew. He handed it to He Yu, who was still sitting on the ground with his arms folded over his knees.
He Yu turned his face to the side.
"Do you want to eat it yourself or I'll force it in for you?"
"… "
"Eat. I'll fucking leave you alone after eating."
I really don't want to be embarrassed in front of him anymore, 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 hands, and took them with a glass of water.
"After eating, can you go?"
Xie Qingcheng is not a gentleman who can't chase after a horse, 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 just 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 by myself, okay?"
The young man's long eyelashes quivered and his Adam's apple rolled up and down.
"Don't bother me."
He seemed to be really depressed. The dying fish would toss and jump when they still wanted to survive, and now he seemed to be resigned to his fate, 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 stern: "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 has been sick for seven years. I thought you would no longer taboo the disease and avoid doctors. You despise yourself like this."
"..." He Yu's wrist was still being grabbed, 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 panicked.
Xie Qingcheng's hand clasped him, as if checking his pulse.
Like countless times before, he will pierce through all the thoughts and lesions that he tried to hide.
He Yu vaguely realized that he couldn't continue like this. He instinctively began to struggle, and his wrist was about to be pulled out of He Yu's palm. He 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 can't control myself, everything is like what you said Like that, you predicted everything correctly, are you satisfied? You want to watch the joke, have you watched it?"
Xie Qingcheng said with a sullen face: "How good do you think your jokes are, I'm watching you for your dad because I'm afraid something will happen to you."
"Are you afraid of my accident?" He Yu was almost sarcastic, with red eyes, "Our doctor-patient relationship is over, what are you looking for for him? Did he pay you? Look for him! My dad is white. You do it too!"
After He Yu said this, he slapped his hand fiercely, and this time he finally pulled his wrist out of Xie Qingcheng's palm.
Xie Qingcheng didn't know the meaning of prostitution in the mouths of young people now, and was provoked for a while, and sternly reprimanded: "What did you say! What prostitution? He is your father! You don't look like you!"
"You listen to my dad's words like this, and everything you do is for his face. Then you go to him and ask him to pay you a salary. I can't hire you anyway." He Yu was a little drunk and depressed. With a sneer, he stared at Xie Qingcheng, "You really have to take care of it, and I can only prostitute you for free. Free prostitution means not paying. Doctor Xie, would you like to?"
"… "
Xie Qingcheng looked into He Yu's eyes.
Wet, empty, self-deprecating, mocking him... Even if the thick eyelashes cover it, even if the surrounding light is dim, those eyes can still convey mixed emotions. 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...?"
"Cut my wrist and I won't die. Can you let me vent and vent at ease? I have tried my best, I didn't kill or set fire to myself, can I fuck myself? I'm depressed, what's wrong with you? Is it? They all fucking want to kill me! Is that enough!"
He Yu's brain is becoming more and more chaotic, and his consciousness is passing at a speed visible to the naked eye. He usually doesn't say too many words to Xie Qing, but only when he gets drunk will he become irritable and talkative.
Xie Qingcheng just looked down at him like this, 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 - he did not use light force, but his voice was very soft, 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?"