He Yu is really crazy.
It's been many days since the fright night. In fact, he has already been discharged from the hospital, but he didn't tell anyone, and he didn't return to the main house.
Now everyone in his eyes is disgusting and hypocritical. He owns a flat in a new property in downtown Huzhou, and he doesn't go there much after taking the key. At this moment, he chooses to live there alone.
When he first saw those videos of Xie Qingcheng, he was very shocked, but after he woke up, he was not reconciled.
When he calmed down a bit in the hospital, he wondered if he had misunderstood.
Could it be that the criminal gang had ulterior motives, and Xie Qingcheng's past events were taken out of context. Xie Qingcheng is not such a person.
With such anticipation and his last hope, he returned home - he wanted to confirm it himself, and he didn't want to be disturbed by anyone.
However, what he didn't expect was that the things that were turned out were far more cruel than the tip of the iceberg he saw on the video.
The truth is terrible.
The deeper he looked, the sicker he got.
On the table is the medicine to control the disease, after he took a few pills, he never touched it again.
Because it doesn't work at all.
The results of his personal investigation made his inner world collapse even more, and it was no longer something that some pills could control. His heart seemed to have grown moss, and his senses were numb. He wanted to kill and devour blood. In his eyes, morality and law suddenly became very unworthy of mention.
That's right, when a mental Ebola attack occurs, life is nothing. If a person is not afraid of death, what social rules of the game are they afraid of
He Yu was sitting on the black single armchair. The phone rang many times. It was a call from Xie Qingcheng with a message, but he didn't answer or read it.
He just raised his eyes and looked at the whole white wall in front of him.
With a floor height of more than five meters, the walls are as wide as a huge screen in a movie theater.
At this moment, thousands of chat records are densely projected on the wall.
- This is Xie Qingcheng's private sending and receiving messages that can be recovered from cloud traces through black technology in the past many years.
Information about He Yu.
He Yu is a top hacker. He has always had this kind of perverted ability, but ability does not necessarily mean that he will actually do certain things. It seems that there are many people in this society who have the ability to kill, but a few will become real the murderer? He Yu has a clear boundary in his heart, and he has never crossed that boundary in the past.
But once you pry open the dusty door and step into it, you can see what the inside is like.
He looked cold blood.
Although the time interval is too long and the message recovery is incomplete, the information that can be obtained is sufficient.
From the earliest recoverable content, he saw that his father gave Xie Qingcheng a high offer and asked him to see a doctor for him, but Xie Qingcheng was not so willing at first, and said that Case No. 3 had died and was dying He had a serious tendency to violent attacks in the past. Although he was very sympathetic to He Yu's experience, he really didn't want to spend time on long-term entanglements with mental Ebola patients.
"Taking care of this kind of patient is fruitless and doesn't make much sense. I want to use this time to do something more worthwhile."
He Jiwei sent him a message: "He Yu is different. He is still too young, he and Case No. 3 will definitely not go the same way. I know that mental Ebola will not be without anything for you. Attraction, Doctor Xie, please take a look at my previous friendship with you and come to our house to talk at least once. See my son."
"Mr. He, I have other important things to accomplish, and I don't agree with the kind of companion therapy that other doctors told you. Maintaining a long-term relationship with a doctor will make the patient become dependent, and the treatment will be forced to end at that time. , just like detoxification, but it is more likely to affect the patient's emotional rebound."
He Jiwei: "But I have no other way. I can only try this way."
"… "
"Doctor Xie, please look at my face, you can at least see him once, okay?"
It was so difficult when I came, and I begged for it.
What about the day you left
On the day of resignation—
He Jiwei: "Doctor Xie, you still decide to end this job."
"Yes."
"Besides the contract, after all, there are human relationships. You have always been very kind to He Yu, and sometimes you even quarrel with me over him... "
"If it was anyone else, I would have the same attitude. Because that's what I'm supposed to do when I get the money."
"But He Yu is already dependent on you, you should know that."
"I told Mr. He from the beginning that long-term companion therapy will have such an impact on patients. This is actually something we expected."
He Jiwei: "Doctor Xie, you are different to him..."
Xie Qingcheng: "But to me, he is the same as all patients."
"There is no difference."
The conversation isn't over yet.
He Jiwei said: "Xie Qingcheng, if you insist on leaving, I can't force you to stay, but even if the contract is terminated early, we originally agreed on it for ten years. There are some remunerations that I promised you, but I can't fulfill them all."
Xie Qingcheng: "It's okay, I don't care."
Having said this, He Jiwei understood that it was useless to talk to Xie Qingcheng any more.
After being silent for a long time, his message became: "...Then think about how to tell him, you left too suddenly, you have to find a way to make him accept it as soon as possible."
Xie Qing replied simply: "If you have no objection to Mr. He, I plan to tell him that the original contract period is seven years, so that he will feel more comfortable. But it also needs your cooperation."
"… "
"Xie Qingcheng, is there really no room for negotiation in this matter? Qin Ciyan's incident has hit you so hard, do you have to do it this way?"
"Mr. He, nothing is permanent, this is a job."
"I can't, and have never brought more affection with me."
"I have to quit."
"Can't wait for the contract to expire?"
"can not."
"... Xie Qingcheng, your heart is really colder than I thought."
"That was the kindest lie ever told to him."
The city lights outside the window flickered, the huge billboards were constantly changing, and the light reflected in He Yu's living room flowed like sparkling water waves, washing over the tens of thousands of messages projected on the wall.
Liu Shui took the lead away, and He Yu seemed to see Xie Qingcheng's face clearly today.
His patience with him, equality, acceptance, are all false.
It is based on the script, it is false and false, it is on paper, coaxing him to deceive him.
Even the contract period mentioned at the time of parting is not true.
Then he really believed it.
After I wrote to Xie Qingcheng, it was time to leave, so I decided to leave.
So the truth is this...
ten years.
Originally, Xie Qingcheng was supposed to be with him until he graduated from high school.
But after the Qin Ciyan incident, Xie Qingcheng would rather cut the pay and leave him resolutely.
How scared is he
He deceived himself together with He Jiwei, but he could still be so calm, speak the big truth, and tell himself that this was a normal separation.
The truth is all presented by Xie Qing, and he is like an ignorant and vexatious clown.
Too stupid…
all fake.
fake! !
The words of Xie Qingcheng who once supported him, gave him strength in the pain of his illness, made him struggle to protect his heart, are indeed just what a psychiatrist said to a patient.
It's like a surgeon saying to a patient with terminal cancer, "You have to keep going and there will be hope."
In fact, the doctor knew in his heart that there was no hope.
It's like the police are trying to persuade young people who want to commit suicide: "You're not ugly! Why do you think so? Everyone is unique, and there will always be someone who likes you. Come down and give me your hand!"
But did the police really fail to see the ugly face and fat body of the boy who committed suicide
That was just the most vain consolation.
Xie Qingcheng's medical concept, the concept that guided him to the society, once gave him ten years of inner support. Even if Xie Qingcheng finally chose to leave, He Yu did not hold any grudge against him.
He tried his best to understand the big truth that Xie Qingcheng said, and what Xie Qingcheng called the end of the relationship between normal people and normal people.
He finally reconciled with Xie Qingcheng's choice and reconciled with himself.
But I didn't expect that these were not Xie Qingcheng's sincere words.
Just a doctor's treatment, some pretty words.
Even the contract duration he told himself was fabricated.
He couldn't help but think of Xie Qingcheng and himself meeting a pair of gays when they were eating in the cafeteria. At that time, they were both very uncomfortable and got up to change positions.
He was a little surprised and asked Xie Qingcheng, aren't you a doctor, why can't you watch it
But Xie Qingcheng told him at that time that medical concepts and personal thoughts are two separate things.
As a doctor, he does believe that homosexuality does not have any psychological problems, but as Xie Qingcheng himself, he cannot accept this same-sex relationship emotionally.
So now He Yu can see it clearly.
As a doctor, Xie Qingcheng is willing to lead him to the society and treat him as a normal person.
But as Xie Qingcheng, he didn't have any relationship with him. Not only did he stay away from him - He Yu couldn't help but remember that Xie Qingcheng once told Xie Xue to stay away from him.
Xie Qingcheng was afraid, he fled, he would rather not pay more, but also let him and his relatives distance themselves from him...
He Yu leaned against the armchair and looked at all this with his face propped up.
He laughed slowly, his lips were very thin, and when he looked at it from the side, the arc of the hook was a little creepy.
"Your doctor, are you so hypocritical?"
He whispered softly, whispering against the empty white wall in front of him.
The wound on his shoulder was still bandaged, the blood was oozing out, there was a vague dull pain, and the venom spread along the scar to the fingertips and heart.
"You have such a human skin... Xie Qingcheng."
At this moment, He Yu felt that what he had done before was like a joke, what restrained his heart and what was free from the control of the disease.
Over the years, what has he been working on, what has he been obsessed with, and what has he believed in
He slowly closed his eyes, and in addition to the gunshot wound on his shoulder, the scar on his wrist seemed to be aching.
He thought, how could Xie Qingcheng be so hypocritical. A pair of hands covered his eyes, making him follow him ignorantly for so long.
He told him that being sick is not scary.
He told him that if he was in pain, he could cry out and ask for candy, and no one would laugh at him.
He knocked open his hard heart word by word. He once thought that Xie Qingcheng stretched out a pair of warm hands to him, but it turned out that it was just a cold knife.
He Yu protected himself very well, but Xie Qingcheng's knife went to the depths of his heart to kill.
So sad.
He Yu has lived for nineteen years, wearing a mask that fits perfectly, never telling the truth to anyone, and never getting too sincere words from others.
During the 19 years of illness, only Xie Qingcheng asked him—
"Aren't you in pain?"
don't you feel pain...
He Yu slowly stood up from the armrest sofa, raised his hand, and pressed it against his heart.
He looked at the overwhelming icy information in front of him, like a biting blizzard blowing in front of him, he lowered his head, bowed his body, and smiled slowly...
It's really interesting, he actually seems to really feel the terrible pain.
Is this pain
Associated with deception, with futile effort, with his stupidity and loneliness.
If so, he would rather be numb all the time, what's wrong with being grass? Why should you be tortured by lies
He read page by page, one by one, one by one, word by word, every word seemed like a knife slashed in his heart. He thought that his heart had a thick cocoon, but at this moment it hurt so much that even the flesh and blood didn't belong to him... Not to himself...
He Yu raised his hand and touched his forehead. His fingertips were cold and his limbs were numb. He knew enough. He suddenly got up and swept everything on the coffee table in front of him almost violently.
Fragments smashed into the ground!
He was panting, trying to find the remote control of the projection, he lifted it up, he was going to close this Pandora's Box! !
However…
At this moment, he saw a piece of news belonging to Xie Xue among these nebula-like explosions.
Sent six years ago.
On his birthday.
"Brother, Aunt Li is sick. I'm hanging out with her. When will you come back from a business trip? The procedures in the hospital are in a mess. My head is big. If only you were here..."
When He Yu first saw this news, he just felt that something was gently pulling his head, like a moth falling on a spider's web, but he didn't react at first.
But after a few seconds, he raised his head abruptly and looked at the news in disbelief. The cobweb-adhered moth began to struggle frantically, fluttering, its wings fluttering phosphor powder, and fanning the mountains and tsunamis in memory—
six years ago
his birthday
That day...
Wasn't Xie Xue with him that day? ! !