This is Xie Xue's brother, Xie Qingcheng.
Xie Qingcheng once treated He Yu and served as their family's personal doctor.
Although He Yu looks like a normal person on the outside, his impression to outsiders has always been that he is gentle, courteous, courteous, and accommodating. However, the He family has a little-known secret - their envied "child from other people's family" has suffered from a rare mental illness since childhood.
It is an isolated case, and only four patients have been recorded so far. The basic state of each patient is similar. There are congenital defects in the hormone system and nervous system. When they are disturbed, their temperament will change greatly. They usually feel numb in pain. Tendency, standard antisocial personality, physical/physical symptoms such as high fever, confusion, etc., each episode is more severe than the previous one.
Clinically, this disease is called "spiritual Ebola", it will gradually disintegrate people's spirit, the body/body becomes stiff and numb, the body and mind together, and you will die twice. The disease deteriorates step by step, just like cancer, the patient gradually evolves from a person with full capacity for civil conduct to a person with limited capacity for civil conduct, and eventually loses his capacity for civil conduct completely, and will become a complete lunatic.
Cases 1 to 3 died of torture before they completely deteriorated.
He Yu is number 4.
His parents took him to see many well-known doctors at home and abroad, but it was useless. The doctors thought that the only way to delay was to ask a medical staff to accompany He Yu for long-term monitoring treatment to reduce the incidence of disease. Rate.
For various reasons, the He family finally found Xie Qingcheng, who was only 21 years old at the time.
That year, He Yu was eight years old.
But now He Yu is nineteen, and Xie Qingcheng is thirty-two.
Xie Qingcheng looked more calm than before, and could even be said to be indifferent. He didn't make too many waves about things, so he wasn't too surprised by He Yu's sudden return to China. It only took him a few seconds. In time, he looked at the young man he hadn't seen in three or four years from head to toe, and then ignored He Yu's polite greetings.
Given his age and social status, he has no interest, and it is necessary to speak to a boy who has not yet reached the age of 20.
He only asked: "Why are you here."
"I… "
"It's already at this point. This is the staff dormitory building for the girls' school."
He Yu smiled, although he wanted to scold you, didn't you fucking come, but he still said politely: "I haven't seen Teacher Xie for a long time, we talked for a long time and forgot the time, I'm so sorry, thank you Doctor."
"You don't need to call me Doctor Xie, I'm not a doctor anymore."
He Yu said softly, "I'm sorry, I'm used to it."
"...Oops." Seeing that the atmosphere between them was stiff, Xie Xue quickly reconciled, "Well, big brother, don't be so serious... He Yu, sit down, don't be too nervous, we haven't seen you for a long time. already."
As she spoke, she distanced herself from He Yu and was very polite—she often did this. It was easy to get along with He Yu alone, and her demeanor was more intimate, but once other people were present, especially Xie Qingcheng , she will maintain a very polite boundary with He Yu.
He Yu guessed that for her behavior like this, she was really scared by Xie Qingcheng's training since she was a child. Her brother, who looks like the head of the feudal society, is a standard straight male cancer, and he is also a straight male cancer with a particularly heavy machismo, especially a father.
Such people are often very sensitive to the safety hazards of their daughters. When Xie Xue was young, Xie Qingcheng didn't even allow her to wear a knee-length skirt. Once the school organized a home-school performance, Xie Xue danced breakdance, and Xie Qingcheng looked dark under the stage. When the little girl got off the stage, he asked her with a sullen face why she participated in such a messy dance rehearsal, and then forcibly went to her. He was wearing his own suit jacket.
Although it's only eight or nine o'clock now, I'm afraid Xie Qingcheng will think it's too late, it's very inappropriate for He Yu and his sister to be alone.
Sure enough, Xie Qingcheng entered the room, pulled a chair and sat down. The man in charge folded his long legs, loosened a cufflink, and looked up at He Yu indifferently:
"Tell me, why is it so coincidental that I was admitted to the school taught by Xie Xue, and it is still her major."
"… "
This gesture is really grand, a complete occupational disease. He Yu felt for a moment that he was a patient who went to the hospital for help, but the doctor was in a bad mood and asked with a stern face:
"Tell me, where is it uncomfortable?"
He Yu thought about it and felt a little funny.
Seeing that he didn't answer for a long time, Xie Qingcheng seemed to have a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, and his eyes became colder: "Can't you say it?"
"… "
He was wrong, not the doctor asking the patient.
It sounded like a policeman trying a criminal.
He Yu sighed and said, "No."
"Then say it."
"I don't think I'm used to it in a foreign country, and I like the major of editing and directing. You want to ask me why I'm so lucky, how would you explain it?" He Yu said with a smile, as if he was very patient, "I'm not a fortune teller."
"Do you like writing and directing?"
"Yes."
Xie Qingcheng didn't ask more, because his eyes were attracted by the "ham and egg fried lumps" held by He Yu.
Xie Qingcheng frowned: "...what."
He Yu wanted to throw the plate on Xie Qingcheng's face as if someone owed him 100 million, and then gave him a sentence, what's your business
But because of Xie Xue's presence, the boy smiled politely at her brother and said, "Yangzhou fried rice."
Xie Qingcheng looked at it for a few seconds, and then Zhang Daddy's face was cold: "I took off the apron, I will make a new one."
"… "
"How did you survive abroad all these years?"
“… order takeout.”
Xie Qingcheng looked at him even more sharply, with some reproach.
Under such eyes, He Yu felt that this feeling was very similar to the first time they met. On the newly manicured greenery of the villa, Xie Qingcheng looked down at the seven-year-old with a cold look in his eyes. Can cut open his heart.
It was He Yu's birthday that day. A group of children were playing in the huge villa of the He family. When the children were tired, they chatted on the white sandstone floor by the lake cliff and talked about the career they wanted to do when they grew up.
"I want to be a star when I grow up!"
"I want to be a scientist."
"I want to be an astronaut!"
There was a little fat man who didn't know what he wanted to do, but after being unwilling to be outdone, he looked left and right, just in time to see the housekeeper leading a young doctor through the front yard.
On the green lawn and the blue sky, the young doctor holds a bouquet of flowers bought for visiting the master in his arms, and the splendid endless summer hydrangea is wrapped in pale silver silk paper, matched with silver willow and Double-petal fresh roses, the bouquet is also covered with a layer of tulle for decoration.
Xie Qingcheng held the flower in one hand, while the other hand was casually inserted in his pocket. He was wearing a clean and well-fitting white lab coat with two ballpoint pens on his chest. Because he was not working, his clothes were open, revealing a lead-grey shirt inside, and a uniform length wrapped in casual trousers. legs.
The little fat man was stunned. After a while, he stretched out his short fat sausage finger and pointed at Xie Qingcheng, his voice was very loud: "I want to be... I want to be a doctor!"
Suddenly the wind blew tight, and the flower sellers were too careless in their packaging. The wind actually blew the veil from the bouquet in Xie Qingcheng's arms. Falling down when stopped.
The children all looked up at the piece of white gauze, and the white gauze ended up being impartial and fell in front of He Yu, the only one who lacked interest.
"..." Although He Yu didn't like the doctors and nurses, pharmaceutical agents, and scientific researchers that often appeared at home, he was used to being polite. So he still lowered his head, picked up the soft scarf, and walked over—
"Doctor, your things have fallen."
He raised his face, facing a pair of indifferent eyes.
In the summer, He Yu, who was studying Tang poetry at that time, thought of a sentence inexplicably: "The sound of snow is near the bamboo".
Xie Qingcheng lowered his head and took the veil, and the laboratory uniform blew slightly with the movement, like the slough of a white crane after it turned into a demon.
"thanks."
At this time, He Yu suddenly smelled a faint smell of potion from between his cuffs.
Studies have shown that how people feel depends in large part on the breath of each other.
It means that if a person happens to exude the body fragrance you like, it will be easier for you to fall in love at first sight. And if the breath of that person makes you feel disgusted or afraid, then your future relationship may not have any good development.
He Yu didn't like Xie Qingcheng's breath.
It was cold and hard, like the countless bitter pills he had swallowed since he was a child, the alcohol iodophor rubbed on his skin before the injection, and the smell of disinfectant in the pale, cold, unaccompanied ward.
He was almost instinctively afraid of the smell, and frowned subconsciously.
But his shoulder was caught by the butler's uncle. The butler smiled and introduced to the doctor's elder brother who made him feel uncomfortable: "Doctor Xie, this is our boss's son."
Xie Qingcheng's eyes that were about to look away stopped for a while, his eyes were dark, and he stared at He Yu: "...It turned out to be you."
That look made He Yu think of a scalpel for no reason, and it was extremely sharp, giving He Yu a strange feeling that his heart would be cut open by him and put under a microscope.
The young doctor said, "It's the first time we met. In the future, your illness may be treated by me."
He Yu was afraid of doctors, and even the gentle female doctor made him resist, not to mention this kind of Yaksha who exuded a serious and cold breath all over his body. The eight-year-old child was immediately unwell. In order to maintain his demeanor, he forced a smile, and then turned around go.
This scene happened to be seen by the mother on the terrace. After finishing her official business that night, Ms. Lu Zhishu called her son into the study. There was a cup of hot cocoa with a suitable temperature on the tea table covered with emerald velvet. She pushed the hot cocoa to He Yu.
"Dr. Xie this year, have you met?"
"I've seen it." He Yu's family education was strict, and he was stern in front of his mother, not so close.
Lu Zhishu was very disappointed with this perverted son. She had already given birth to a second child at that time. Although Erbao was not as smart as the eldest son, at least he was cute and sweet and healthy, so she only looked towards the second son. As for He Yu, she had almost no patience when she spoke: "His name is Xie Qingcheng, and he will be your personal doctor in the future. He will come to our house to see you every week. You must cooperate well. If you feel any discomfort. You can also invite him over at any time."
"Ok."
Lu Zhishu looked at the calm eight-year-old boy in front of her, and always felt a little worried. In order to eliminate this uncomfortable atmosphere, she sighed and teased him a little: "He Yu, Dr. Xie signed a contract with our family. If he can't cure your illness, he will become a long-term worker in our family, all year round, without salary, and can't even marry a wife, do you understand what this means."
"do not really understand."
"It means that if you don't cooperate, let his treatment effect be discounted, delay his recovery time, and prevent him from marrying a wife in the future, you have to be responsible to him and support him for the rest of his life."
He Yu was too young at that time. Although he matured early, he was only eight years old after all, so he was still shocked. He immediately looked up: "Can I cancel the contract with him?"
"I can't." Ms. Lu was keen to watch the drama of the Republic of China's afflictions when she was catching a plane. After thinking about it, she added a more damaging sentence, "And maybe the way he asked for responsibility was to ask you to be him. As for my wife, you look so good-looking, it's not bad to be a child bride."
At that time, He Yu was not curious about love affairs, and was too lazy to dabble in it, so he didn't know that marriage in this land was only limited to men and women. Hearing what Ms. Lu said, the psychological shadow was even heavier. Qing Cheng's figure: "No, I don't like you... I don't want to marry you...!"
This nightmare was not broken until He Jiwei heard about it half a year later.
He Jiwei scolded his wife at that time: "What nonsense are you talking to your child?"
He scolded He Yu again: "Do you believe this kind of joke? Where is your usual intelligence? You are a man, and Doctor Xie is also a man, why do you want to marry him and be responsible for him, you have a Pacific Ocean in your head seawater?"
He Yu was very gloomy.
In the past six months, when he thought that if he did not cooperate and let Dr. Xie not cure his mental illness, he might be treated as a child bride by the doctor who exuded a cold breath, so he could only deliberately make a fool of himself in front of Dr. Xie. Stupid, I hope that this person will leave a very bad impression on him. Even if things really get to that point in the future, this man will never have an undeserved interest in him.
In the end, he didn't expect that he pretended to be crazy in front of Xie Qingcheng for half a year, but what he finally got was a sentence from his father—
"Your mother is teasing you."
If it wasn't for He Yu's good self-restraint, he might have scolded him directly, "Fuck you!". It's a pity that He Yu was too restrained. Don't say such swear words when he was eight years old. Even "Bastard" has never entered his children's encyclopedia.
But no matter what, after half a year of unremitting efforts and persistently disgracing himself in front of Xie Qingcheng, He Yu has almost accomplished a feat, that is, no matter how hard he tried, the next six or seven years...
No, maybe more than six or seven years, even after he left Xie Qingcheng at the age of fourteen, even today, maybe in Xie Qingcheng's view—
He He Yu, he is still a big idiot who can breathe and pant.
At this moment, in the eyes of Xie Qingcheng, the bowl of fried rice he was holding was the most powerful proof that he was still a peerless idiot who couldn't even cook a bowl of fried rice after four years.
The boy put down the fried rice and handed the apron to the eldest brother of the Xie family in a suit. Isn't this a joke for Xie Qing to pick up for nothing