In front of him, it seemed that it was the thirteen-year-old boy again, stubbornly and helplessly, but desperately holding back and looking at him.
On the day he was about to leave the He family, he seemed to see something precious that did not belong to the patient in the eyes of the young man.
But his heart was too hard, and he was not so sensitive to certain emotions, not to mention that he was entangled in many things at that time, and he didn't have the time to carefully distinguish a child's emotions. So he instinctively did not believe that those eyes were filled with feelings other than doctors and patients.
He must go.
He Yu was indeed sacrificed by him, abandoned by him.
It was a child who was let go by him in the chaos of the Qin Ciyan incident...
When the child was swept into the whirlpool by the reverse current of illness, he used to look at him with such determination, his eyes were like handing a small paw to a human being, trusting a human being, but after all, he was deceived by a human being and his wings were broken. A young dragon with a broken claws. It was lying on the rock and was injured, and the little wings and claws were covered with dried blood, but for the sake of the dragon, it refused to say too much.
He Yu is a very self-respecting person, so he tried his best to say with restraint—
"Xie Qingcheng, in the past few years, I have experienced many doctors. They made me take medicine, gave me injections, and looked at me with the eyes of an independent patient. Only you are different."
"Because only you will treat me as a person who should be integrated into society. You told me that taking injections and taking medicine is not the most important thing, to establish connections with others and to build a strong heart is the only thing I can survive. way out."
"Doctor Xie, although I'm not too close to you, but I..."
"… "
"I… "
"I thought you were not only treating me as a patient, but you were also treating me as a normal person with feelings."
With such a high self-esteem, he was finally forced to say such almost childish words.
"I have a lot of pocket money, so I can—"
can hire you.
I can keep you.
Can you please don't go
Can you stay.
Xie Qingcheng thought at that time that He Yuyou had such a strong reluctance, maybe it was all because of Xie Xue, maybe even He Yu himself thought so.
But it's not.
He closed his eyes and recalled all this, as if he could feel that He Yu refused to take injections and medicines when he was a child, and was carried on his shoulders by him. Those hands, from struggling to obedience, just fell down quietly and rested on his shoulders.
"Thank you doctor."
"Xie Qingcheng."
The voice went from childish to hoarse during the voice changing period.
Later, it became a sentimental sentence, but abruptly covered by stubbornness and indifference—
"—Xie Qingcheng, you are not sick, but you are more heartless than me."
- you have no heart...
My illness is not healed yet, it's still so serious, why did you leave me...
"Bang!" The harsh sound of gunshots, the blood spattered, the blood dripping from his palm, the young man's cold almond eyes in the dark.
He said, "Doctor Xie, the truth is like this... You've been pretending for so long, it's really hard for you.
Is the young dragon who was abandoned and injured facing the human who stepped on its innocence and eagerness under his feet
The strength and warmth on his shoulders seemed to disappear.
Xie Qingcheng closed his eyes.
Only the palm of his hand seemed to be still stained with the residual warmth of blood.
"I'm very tired."
Suddenly, someone was talking behind his back, the strength on his shoulders came back, and a hand pressed on the same spot.
He opened his eyes and was at the police station.
The person holding his shoulder was Zheng Jingfeng.
He was just distracted, in the chaos and busyness, thinking about the past events with He Yu.
It was already late at night. Xie Qingcheng was sitting in the interrogation room. The little detective in front of him had spent more than an hour finishing all the records. He said hello to Zheng Jingfeng, packed up the documents and walked out.
Although Xie Qingcheng was not a relative of Zheng Jingfeng, Zheng Jingfeng had a special relationship with his parents after all, so he avoided it during the investigation process, and only then did he come to the inquiry room.
"Smoke?" Zheng Jingfeng tried to talk to Xie Qingcheng.
"Okay." Xie Qingcheng said tiredly.
Zheng Jingfeng handed him the cigarette and sat down opposite him. Xie Qingcheng lit the fire, bit the cigarette filter, and pushed the lighter to him on the table.
Taking a breath, he slowly lifted his tired eyes.
Zheng Jingfeng looked at him. Although he already knew the character of the person in front of him, Zheng Jingfeng was touched by Xie Qingcheng's eyes at that moment.
Too hard, too sharp.
Like a bayonet, like a rock, like his dead father and mother.
Or maybe even more. Because so many things have happened, looking at him at this time, apart from physical exhaustion, there are not many fragile emotions in these eyes.
Zheng Jingfeng's hand for lighting a cigarette for himself trembled slightly.
"Why don't you speak."
Xie Qingcheng's voice was slightly hoarse, which made him at least a little bit like a normal person.
"You don't always sit there when you come in."
"...Because I don't want to say what I should say. You know it in your heart, but you still have to do it." Zheng Jingfeng sighed, "Also, believe it or not, before I came in, I was thinking about how to comfort me. you."
"… "
"But after I came in, I realized that it was unnecessary." Lao Zheng looked at Xie Qing with an almost ruthless face at the moment.
Xie Qingcheng bit his cigarette and dragged it across the ashtray, took the cigarette from his dry lips, and knocked off the ash.
"It's not necessary."
"But you know what? I looked at you now, and I thought of something."
"what."
Zheng Jingfeng sighed: "I think of your childhood..."
"… "
"The first time I saw you, you were still in elementary school. Your mother had a cold that day, and you took the initiative to ask to go to the cafeteria to help your mother make meals." Zheng Jingfeng's resolute eyes were covered with a softness of memory, "Your mother likes it. When you were drinking tomato and egg soup, you were not tall at that time, standing by the soup bucket and couldn't reach the big spoon. I saw it and went over to help you... When you looked up and said thank you, I looked at your eyes and saw I don't need an introduction, I know you are Zhou Muying and Xie Ping's child."
"… "
"Later, you often came to the office to do your homework, and when you were tired, you would put on your parents' clothes and lie on the table for a while, waiting for them to get off work. I have seen many children in the unit, and you are the one who speaks the least and is the most sensible. ."
Zheng Jingfeng also exhaled a smoke ring, tilted his head back, and chased the smoke away.
"I couldn't help but wonder later, and asked your father how this child taught me. He smiled and told me, no one cares about you, you have such a personality. I think Lao Xie is really showing off, and I am not convinced. I came to ask you, I don't know if you remember, I asked you why you were so good at that time... You showed me the award certificate of the Sanda competition, and the award was just finished that day." The old detective said, "Then you said... "
Zheng Jingfeng: "You want to be a policeman."
Xie Qingcheng: "I want to be a policeman."
"… "
These words were spoken at the same time, and both of them were silent after speaking.
After a while, Zheng Jingfeng said: "When other children were asked about their ideals at that age, most of them were vague concepts. You are not. I can tell from the light in your eyes that you are serious. You probably have it since you were a child. With such a clear plan, you are always more sober than your peers, with clear goals."
Xie Qingcheng finished smoking and lit another one.
Zheng Jingfeng: "You should smoke less."
"It's okay." Xie Qingcheng said, "You continue."
Zheng Jingfeng sighed: "...but you were calm or calm back then, you were still like a normal person. I'm looking at you now, really, I'm quite worried about you. An ordinary person can't bear your psychological constraints. It's going to drive people crazy. Xiao Xie, you really don't need to be so tense."
"I don't feel tense or tired." Xie Qingcheng said, "You don't have to think about some weaknesses for me. I'm very used to my current state. Weakness is what a woman should do, and it has nothing to do with me."
Zheng Jingfeng got a headache from his anger, raised his hand and nodded at him: "You really have a problem with male chauvinism. You have to change it. Fortunately, the lesbians in our team are not here, otherwise you will be handsome. You deserve to be rolled your eyes by them, and I think you deserve it, they are good at it. What an outdated idea you have!"
Xie Qingcheng didn't care about these things.
He fiddled with the cigarette filter paper: "It's time for the chat to end. Team Zheng, let's talk about business."
"Which one is not serious?" Zheng Jingfeng glared at him, "I ask you, your life is not serious? Those messy videos posted by the big radio and television tower outside are not serious? You didn't look at your mobile phone, and now the Internet is full of quarrels, you That's right, Xie Qingcheng, then a s*** organization was provoked by you and specifically asked for your video to be delivered for free. Do you think this is a serious matter? And when the archives exploded, you and your little friend were in there, yes , I believe this is the same as what you two explained, but can the above think so? Can the program go that way? You still have to be investigated, and so does your little friend. Is this a serious matter? Also, you— "
"What's wrong with his injury?" Xie Qingcheng interrupted Team Zheng's talk.
Old Zheng was stunned for a moment.
This is the first somewhat human question that Xie Qingcheng has asked since he entered the room.
Xie Qingcheng felt guilty for He Yu.
He rarely felt guilty about anyone, especially someone so much younger than him.
To put it horribly, sometimes Xie Qingcheng looked at these young people, and it didn't seem like he was looking at flesh and blood beings.
It's not that he doesn't take them as human beings, it's that he doesn't take their feelings for himself too seriously.
He Yu is the same.
Although Xie Qingcheng had been with him for so many years, from the age of seven to fourteen, He Yu was their family's personal doctor, but Xie Qingcheng never put He Yu in a person who could have a normal conversation with him. Been high.
He was always teaching He Yu what to do, and he never wanted to get anything from He Yu except for unilateral advice.
He didn't even think he could get anything from a teenager.
For the first time, Xie Qingcheng noticed that He Yu had grown up. There are joys and sorrows that he cannot ignore, personal wishes.
Xie Qingcheng remembered He Yu's cold eyes when he was about to leave, and looked at the drying blood on his body. For the first time, he was very clearly touched by emotions other than the patient.
He asked again: "Team Zheng, how is he?"
"Your little friend has taken the wrong medicine." Zheng Jingfeng shook his head, "It's not a relative, not a friend, I'll accompany you to the archives."
"And you, how can you let him make trouble with you. Do such a dangerous thing with you."
"..." Xie Qingcheng lowered his eyelashes.
He was really confused at the time. His whole body was torn apart by 19 years of pain, and his consciousness was fragmented. When he and He Yu went to the archives together, he only thought that the organization that killed his parents might have an answer today. He didn't even have an answer. Realize that this behavior is actually too risky.
It wasn't until Lu Yuzhu took out the gun that he suddenly woke up.
Unfortunately it's too late.
"You should be glad that Lu Yuzhu can't use a gun, otherwise both of you should die in it. Even if you don't die, how will you face his parents if he dies?"
Speaking of which, Zheng Jingfeng scratched his head, annoyed to the death: "Speaking of which, he is still He Jiwei's son, you are so fucking good, and He Jiwei's son, you dare to use it. His parents' phone numbers are all on our superior leader's side. I went, I was asking what was going on, but fortunately it just hit the arm and didn't hurt the bone. Otherwise I'll see you-I'll see you-"
He slammed Xie Qingcheng with his finger in the air a few times.
"I'll see how you end up!"
"..." Xie Qingcheng closed his eyes.
He Jiwei actually called him a few times, but he didn't think about what to say, so he didn't answer.
Later, He Jiwei sent him a message, and he said, "Why would He Yu do such a thing to you?"
This is also unknown to Xie Qingcheng.
Maybe it's because He Yu really looked down on his ideas in the past, and the seven years of company made He Yu feel that they might not just have a weak relationship between doctors and patients.
but now-
After those videos are played.
The original answer is no longer important.
He Yu's eyes were cold when he left, as cold as when they first met, even colder than when they first met, as if he was looking at a liar.
Thinking about it carefully, even if He Ge hated him, he had never shown such an expression before.
He had never shown such an expression to anyone before.
Even when he was sick, bloodthirsty and ruthless, all his vents were aimed at himself, and he chose internal friction for all injuries.
Xie Qingcheng was the first person he had gouged out with those terrifying eyes.
"Oh, it's alright, now your little friend has no big problem, don't think about it too much." Zheng Jingfeng misunderstood Xie Qingcheng's silence, folded his hands on the desk, and softened his tone a little, "He is the same as you. , the procedures that should be followed must be followed, and the investigations that should be accepted must be investigated. For his parents, we will explain it clearly first, and whether or not to apologize later is up to you. "
"… Hmm." Xie Qingcheng was upset and finished the second cigarette.
He's going to get the third one.
The cigarette case was held down by Zheng Jingfeng.
"Do you want your lungs? Suck Suck, you smoke like this, ah? Didn't you hate other people's smoking the most when you were a kid? What's wrong with you now?"
Xie Qingcheng: "I'm annoying."
"You can't smoke like this."
"… "
"I fucking know that you are annoying today, and I also have a headache. My grandson has a fever of 39 degrees and is in the hospital. I don't have time to call back." Zheng Jingfeng bent his fingers and tapped on the table, "Just bear it! Wait until I finish talking to you!"
Xie Qingcheng sighed: "...Okay, you say."
"I listened to the monitor when you were dictating just now, and I believed everything you said. But let me tell you..." Zheng Jingfeng's eyes flickered a little when he said this, and the rigid tone just now was relaxed for some reason. Down, "You can't get your hopes up."
"According to my guess, Lu Yuzhu's death has long been planned, and she is the person who was left behind by their organization to 'take the blame'. For this reason, they also left behind some evidence and clues, which can make these murders tonight. The direct murderer of the case is all blamed on her, and the three certificates are complete, which meets the conditions for closing the case."
"It's a big mess today. You know that the bigger the matter, the more you need to have an explanation as soon as possible. The people working below are not fools. They do know that there are big loopholes in many details, but some people above can't stand it. They may not scrutinize things that are under too much pressure and the evidence chain is complete, and they even desperately hope to end it immediately.”
Xie Qingcheng couldn't smoke, so he was playing with the lighter, making it click and click.
"And there's an umbrella on it, isn't it?"
Blade-like eyes raised.
"Although I don't know which one it is and how big it is, since they dare to do this, they have this umbrella."
Zheng Jingfeng: "...don't ask me, I fucking know shit."
"I really shouldn't ask you." Xie Qingcheng leaned back on the chair.
This is the police station, what can Zheng Jingfeng say? What's more, if he really knew which umbrella it was, why would he still be sitting here like this
"Actually, the purpose of their action tonight is also very clear." Zheng Jingfeng said, "First, to clean up the traces of the archives."
"Second, the trouble is so big because they have seen people like Zhang Yong, who are weak in character and not very sticky to their organization, and who may take refuge in the police. In tonight's broadcast tower death game, they are killing chickens to warn monkeys. For the 'Zhang Yongs'
"Third, they want to put an end to Chengkang's affairs, throw out the dead man Lu Yuzhu, and maybe throw other scapegoats later. They are using some of us who want to minimize the impact and quickly close the case. Psychologically, this is the end of the whole thing. Even if there are police officers who want to follow up, it is only their personal actions, and they are weak. I don’t rule out the possibility that there are really big ghosts inside.”
When Zheng Jingfeng said this, he turned his attention to Xie Qingcheng again.
"But what I don't understand is the last thing."
Xie Qingcheng actually already knew which one he was referring to, but he still asked, "What?"
"Why would they put those videos of you at the end."
"… "
The reason for the video was probably because the other party had already known through some means that it was him and He Yu who interfered with Lu Yuzhu. This can be guessed by stealing part of the school's surveillance.
The other party used this method to make He Yu no longer use Xie Qingcheng, which explained one point—
The organization already knew that He Yu was mentally ill.
And it has been known that Xie Qingcheng was his personal doctor.
Little is known about this matter. Zheng Jingfeng doesn't know it, and even Xie Xue doesn't know it. Xie Qingcheng has worked for the He family for so many years, and everything he says to the outside world is related to He Jiwei's pharmaceutical enterprise project.
Xie Qingcheng had thought in this direction, and for a moment he even suspected He Jiwei, but this idea was really absurd. He Jiwei is He Yu's father, and he has given Xie Qingcheng a lot of help. He would not do such a thing.
Later Xie Qingcheng also realized that the fact that He Yu was mentally ill could not be regarded as an iron-clad secret. There were so many servants in the He family who knew more or less about it. target a certain group of people. What's more, the other party also has hackers who enter and exit the major information websites like no one.
"I'm asking you something, Xiao Xie." Zheng Jingfeng scratched his hair irritably when he saw that he was in a trance again.
"I don't know." Xie Qingcheng still didn't tell Zheng Jingfeng about He Yu's illness. "It may be that I detected that I was blocking Lu Yuzhu and wanted to teach me a lesson."
Zheng Jingfeng raised his eyelids and stared at him in disbelief.
Xie Qingcheng looked back at Lao Zheng without blinking.
In the end, Zheng Jingfeng sighed: "Very good. Then their goal has been achieved."
He pushed his mobile phone to Xie Qingcheng: "You can see for yourself."
The Internet has exploded, firstly because Xie Qingcheng's remarks were indeed a bit mean and inappropriate, which touched the pain points of many people, and also brought Professor Qin Ciyan.
The second reason is that such a criminal organization, after throwing the handkerchief to kill the game, deliberately played an old video related to Xie Qingcheng. Although this video has been circulated on the Internet for a long time, no one has watched it for so many years. Hundreds of hits are not available, so it is not because the other organization thinks that Xie Qingcheng is handsome and put him up. No one would know that the purpose of this video was to alienate He Yu, the hacker who was beside Xie Qingcheng at the time, so they all speculated whether Xie Qingcheng and the mastermind of this terrorist case would be connected.
There were different opinions for a while, Xie Qingcheng, as an ordinary doctor who had resigned and now a professor of medicine in Shanghai, even rushed to the hot search.
"Does it look good?" Zheng Jingfeng was helpless again, but also resented Xie Qingcheng for not listening to his advice. The feelings were complicatedly entangled, and finally he even brought some mockery from his elders.
At this time, his apprentice was calling him outside, Zheng Jingfeng got up, patted Xie Qingcheng on the shoulder, and sighed: "It's not bad, the star is not as handsome as you. But unfortunately, your mouth is so negative. I didn't believe you could say something like that. What's the matter with you?"
"...It's nothing."
"What's the matter? Is that you? Can I still fucking not know you? If you don't explain it as soon as possible, you can see what the consequences will be. Now the public opinion has already-"
"Do you think you know me well, Team Zheng?" Xie Qingcheng looked at him, "Those are my thoughts."
"Fuck me, I've known you and your parents for more than 40 years, how can I still know you..."
But when he met Xie Qingcheng's eyes, Zheng Jingfeng's tone finally softened: "...Forget it. If you don't want to say it, forget it! I'm not forcing you, anyway, no one can stop you from breaking the bank. Come on, I've served you, okay?"
"… "
"You have a good rest. After you have rested, go see your little friend."
It can be seen that Zheng Jingfeng finally chose to say this to him: "I don't know why, he has been having a high fever, but the wound was treated in time and there was no infection."
Xie Qingcheng raised his head and clenched his fingers imperceptibly.
—An inexplicable high fever was one of the symptoms of He Yu's Ebola attack. Then he...
"But I don't know if he wants to see you or not. He seems to be in a very bad mood. He doesn't say anything except the necessary answers." Zheng Jingfeng sighed, "... The other person has already gone to the hospital, so you can get in touch when you look back. Bar."