"What are you looking at?" Xie Qingcheng finished washing his hands, took out two pieces of tissue paper to wipe it clean, and glanced at He Yu lightly.
The young He Yu asked, "Doctor Xie, on your wrist..."
Xie Qingcheng's eyes darkened, he lowered his head and noticed that his sleeves were rolled too high, exposing the upper part of his wrist, so he immediately wanted to put his sleeves down.
But He Yu had already asked the second half of his words: "What is the text?"
"..." Xie Qingcheng paused for a few seconds, then loosened the cufflinks with a stern face, straightened the cuffs, and said indifferently, "The long-sleeping person here is famous for writing on the water."
"Why Wen this? You like graves?"
Xie Qingcheng rolled his eyes and raised his wrist to straighten the cufflinks again: "I like Keats."
He Yu didn't talk back much with Xie Qingcheng at that time. Although he thought "you don't need to put the inscription on his epitaph if you like Keats", but seeing Xie Qingcheng's worried face, he was obviously too lazy to talk to him. So much nonsense, so I didn't ask any more questions.
Probably Xie Xue likes his brother's weird taste with an epitaph on his body.
Thinking like this, the teenager went to a tattoo parlor near the school that night.
The smiling shopkeeper came up to him and showed him several large and thick picture books. He lowered his head and searched for a while among the pages full of gods and Buddhas flying in the sky and ghosts and buddhas, interrupting the shopkeeper's eloquent recommendation.
"Is there an epitaph?"
"The most popular is this flying dragon tattoo, look at this finger claw, this—ah? Epitaph?"
Of course, there is no sample of such a strange thing in the tattoo parlor, but the owner has seen many ghosts and snakes from all over the world, and the guests who come to tattoo have put forward all kinds of strange requests, so after a brief surprise, he enthusiastically recommended him: "There is no epitaph. If the handsome guy likes cool words, the six-character motto is very popular."
He Yu smiled politely: "Then I'll look for it myself."
He ended up giving the shopkeeper a three-line poem—
Nothgofhithatdothfade,
Butdothsufferasea-ge,
Intosothgridstrange.
"It may hurt for a long time if it's so long, and it will take a few more lines of text, why don't you find a shorter one?"
He Yu said, "It's okay, just this."
In fact, there is a shorter Latin epitaph on the poet's tomb, but what he wanted was a long sentence that was exactly the same as Xie Qingcheng, a long sentence held on his wrist like a bracelet, so he chose this poem engraved on the tombstone. .
Nothing about him is gone,
Just sunk in the unpredictable ocean,
Turned into a splendid treasure.
The shopkeeper rolled up He Yu's sleeves and was taken aback: "Ah, you have so many scars here! How did you do it, handsome guy, did someone bully you at school? It seems that there are still scars?"
He Yu frowned: "Can't you write if you have a scar?"
"Yes, of course, or I can cover the most obvious scar on this text for you..."
"Don't cover it, I want the text to be placed a little above the wrist." He Yu gestured, "This is it, please."
The verse was finished, and it was burning hot on the boy's wrist. The thinly torn flesh was red, and the slightly sloping words were soaked into the skin by a special potion.
He Yu looked at it, felt very satisfied, paid the money and left the store.
But he never thought that he would be allergic to the tattoo medicine.
When I woke up, I was groggy. Not only was the handwriting on my wrist red and swollen, I couldn't read it clearly, but my head was burning because of an allergic reaction.
But that day was his unlucky younger brother's entrance celebration day. He Jiwei and Lu Zhishu were both in Yanzhou to accompany their second son. That's fine. Lu Zhishu also made seven or eight phone calls to ask He Yu to remember to turn on the computer and video of his younger brother—
"You're a big brother, and you've always been a role model for everyone. You always want to wish your younger brother a smooth study, right?"
He Yu's character is withdrawn and dignified. He is reluctant to say anything soft and weak. In addition, his attitude towards his parents is very distant, so it is naturally impossible to tell Lu Zhishu that he is ill. So I stood up and hugged a notebook, curled up on the sofa, turned on the camera at the appointed time, covered up a flawless mask, and sent congratulations to the person on the opposite side of the video very decently, and then...
"Clap" sounded.
Before the communication screen was over, a long, bone-like hand poked out from behind him and closed the notebook on his lap involuntarily.
He Yu was taken aback, turned his head and raised his face, and saw Xie Qingcheng standing behind the sofa.
Xie Qing had a poker face with broad shoulders and long legs, with peach blossom eyes down, looking at him condescendingly: "If you are sick, take a good rest."
He Yu: "I just talked to them halfway through."
Xie Qingcheng stood behind the sofa, reached out and touched the forehead of He Yu, who was looking at him on the sofa.
His hand was slightly cold, and it was indescribably refreshing when it touched He Yu's hot skin. He Yu instinctively took a breath, squinted his eyes subconsciously and pressed it forward, gently arching his head to rub against Xie Qingcheng's The hand was so comfortable that I couldn't say the next words for a while.
"Little devil, you have a fever."
After Xie Qingcheng touched his forehead, he leaned over and picked up the thin notebook from He Yu's knee, who was sitting cross-legged on the sofa.
He Yu came back to his senses after half rubbing: "My computer..."
Xie Qingcheng didn't plan to return the computer to him, but said, "This is just an entrance celebration. It's you, why did you suddenly have such a high fever, and you didn't say a word to others."
"It's okay, you don't need to worry about this trivial matter." He Yu wanted to reach Xie Qingcheng's notebook again.
Xie Qingcheng took the things in his hands higher: "You are my patient, I don't care about you, and who else can I expect to care about you."
"… "
He Yu held Xie Qingcheng's arm across the back of the sofa, stared at him, tried to refute something several times, but couldn't find the right words.
The two of them were like this, one sitting and the other standing, he stretched out his hand to drag him, and he looked back at him. The evening wind blew the snow-white gauze curtain, and the heavy light like an oil painting streamed in from the slightly open window sill.
Maybe it was at that time that the sick and lonely boy was so pitiful, Xie Qingcheng's always cold and ruthless eyes had a somewhat soft illusion.
"He Yu." He said, "You live too tight, you can't be perfect in everything."
He Yu: "Doctor Xie, you're just a doctor. You don't have to think about these things for me. Give me back the notebook. I have to finish things."
The two confronted each other, and finally Xie Qingcheng lifted the laptop and tapped He Yu's forehead lightly: "Follow the doctor's advice."
Then Xie Qingcheng's eyes drooped, and inadvertently swept to a small piece of skin that was faintly exposed under the corner of his sleeve.
He frowned: "What happened to your hand?"
Like an electric shock, He Yu immediately withdrew the hand that was holding Xie Qingcheng, trying to tug on his sleeve.
But Xie Qingcheng had already grabbed He Yu's arm with his backhand one step ahead of him, and then lifted He Yu's long sleeves—
Xie Qingcheng: "…"
He Yu: "… "
Xie Qingcheng: "Did you get a tattoo?"
He Yu: "No."
"Isn't that tattoo potion on your wrist?"
"… "
"Are you looking for trouble? How old are you? Does the school allow you to do this?"
"..." He Yu said nothing, but the invisible dragon's tail flapped violently and anxiously behind him.
Xie Qingcheng's eyes wandered back and forth between his wrist and his face. After a while, he seemed to understand: "... He Yu, are you... learning from me?"
This time it really hurt the little dragon cub.
The boy's face immediately turned pale, but he couldn't say a word, so he could only goug out Xie Qingcheng with his eyes, his face was as ugly as eating a poisonous mushroom.
"Are you learning from me?"
"..." He Yu jumped up from the sofa and was about to leave, "This is designed by a tattoo artist. Who wants to learn from you, you are not handsome or good-looking at all, and I don't like your taste at all..."
But he may have overestimated his physical condition. He took only two steps, and his feet were sluggish, as if stepping on cotton, and then the world revolved in front of him. When he reacted, he was already hugged by Xie Qingcheng like a child. He got up and carried it on his shoulders like a sack.
The problem is that He Yu was really young at that time, only reaching Xie Qingcheng's knee.
And now...
He turned his head almost angrily, stopped pretending to be good, and pinched the back of Xie Qingcheng's neck: "You let me down! It's a shame..."
"If you don't want me to give you an over-the-shoulder throw, take your little broken paw off my neck."
He Yu: "...you let me go first! I'm twelve years old!"
"On the other hand, I'm not as old as I am. No matter how tall I am, I am still a kid in junior high school."
"Xie Qingcheng!!"
Xie Qingcheng paused, still indifferent, but his voice seemed to carry a smile that crossed the line: "He Yu. I didn't expect you to worship me so much."
"Who worships you!!"
"You like Shelley?"
"No! I like graves!"
Noisy all the way.
Until now, He Yu didn't know whether that point was obviously not the slight smile between doctors and patients at that time, whether it was an illusion caused by his burning too much at that time.
What's more, it's been too long, and He Yu remembers many details no longer so vividly.
But what he could still clearly recall was that that night, Xie Qingcheng carried him back to the bedroom, gave him an anti-allergy shot, and then went to the bedroom terrace to have a long phone call with Lu Zhishu.
He Yu was lying on the bed, across the floor-to-ceiling glass door, and could not hear what Xie Qingcheng and Lu Zhishu were saying, but he could see that Xie Qingcheng kept raising his hand and rubbing his brow bone, as if he was suppressing some emotion during the conversation. At the end, Xie Qingcheng's words were obviously fierce, and that night, he was angry.
Xie Qingcheng stood on the balcony, holding his mobile phone, and said heavy words to Lu Zhishu, his eyebrows were full of anger—
Actually it's really not necessary.
He Yu looked at him and his mother trying to communicate between the pillows and quilt, thinking like this.
It's really not necessary.
What is the meaning of this kind of care and mercy
Later, Xie Qingcheng opened the door and came in. In order not to make himself more upset, He Yu hurriedly turned around and closed his eyes before he came in, pretending to fall asleep.
He smelled the light and cold odor of disinfectant on Xie Qingcheng's body, but for some reason, perhaps it was the cold moonlight that enveloped the night, which was not as unpleasant as before.
Xie Qingcheng sat down beside him and looked at him for a while. At that time, Xie Qingcheng also thought that He Yu was asleep, so his voice was very soft, but when he opened his mouth, He Yu could still hear his voice a little hoarse. It was the tired husky who had argued with Lu Zhishu for a long time, but it was still to no avail.
"Forget it." The man said lightly.
The moonlight was clear, sprinkled in front of the bed, forget it, and for some reason it showed a temperature that had never been seen before.
"Little devil... You have a good rest, I'm fine these days, I can accompany you."
"… "
that moment-
It seemed that at that moment, He Yu suddenly felt an indescribable pain in his heart.
It was a taste he had almost never felt clearly, as if there was a rusty knife, which had been born with his flesh and blood, but was suddenly awakened by this sighing sentence, and began to twist in his chest. Moved to pull out.
He was so painful that he couldn't breathe, but he still wanted to be quiet so that Xie Qingcheng would not find out that he was still awake.
He knew that Xie Qingcheng failed to negotiate, and he was not surprised by the result, but he suddenly realized that before Xie Qingcheng, there was not even a single person who would work so hard for him not to be lonely.
There has never been even a single person who would choose to stand on his side between He Li and himself, and ask the pair of parents who seemed to be strangers for him—
Why.
He Yu's face was in the dark, his thick eyelashes drooped quietly, and where Xie Qingcheng couldn't see, a tear slowly oozed out, down his cheek, and silently fell on the goose down pillow. between.
In the midst of such a strange dull pain in his heart, he kept silent and pretended, until finally the fake became real, and he really gradually fell asleep.
The next morning, He Yu's fever subsided and he woke up early.
The morning light came in through the gauze curtains fluttering in the wind, the birds chirped outside the window, and his mind was as clear as if it had been washed—
He blinked his eyes, adjusted his mood, turned over, and just remembered, he saw Xie Qingcheng with his arms resting on the side of the bed, with a few strands of hair hanging from his forehead.
That was the first time he saw Xie Qingcheng fall asleep.
Very peaceful, very indifferent, quiet and translucent like a thin soul, like the first ray of morning light falling in front of the window lattice after the night has passed.
His gaze moved down unconsciously and landed on Xie Qingcheng's wrist.
Xie Qingcheng fell asleep on his left arm, because when he was sleeping, one of the buttons was loosened, and the cuffs were open, and the thin wrist with clear skin and bones was exposed, and it was a bit dazzlingly pale.
He Yuwang glanced at the line on his wrist that he had seen before, but he had never read it word by word—
"Hereliesonewhosenawaswrittenwater"
The long-sleeping here, the famous water book...
.
He Yu left the clubhouse, confused and walked aimlessly.
Along the way, he was thinking about these messy things, but—why did he remember these past events
No matter what happened in the past, no matter what mood Xie Qingcheng was in at the time, it was all false to tell him, "Little devil, it doesn't matter, I can accompany you."
Xie Qingcheng touched him at that time, and when he left resolutely later, it was like stabbing him deeply and ruthlessly in his heart.
In fact, over the years, He Yu had not thought about why Xie Qingcheng had to leave in the quiet night.
Is he not good enough
Is it because he didn't become a normal person as he wanted
On the third day of junior high, at the age of fourteen, he stood in front of Xie Qingcheng, stomping hard, and didn't even have the courage to ask the man a question - Xie Qingcheng, tell me, what you said to me that day, you give me temperature, am I wrong
Am I misunderstanding
All that is a simple and straightforward doctor-patient relationship, isn't it
seven years.
Xie Qingcheng, you should see a little bit of emotion when you treat a homeless dog with ease
Then why are you able to distinguish so clearly, why are you able to walk so simply... Why are you so full of reason, talking about employment, contracts, and rules - and seem to have forgotten what you have occasionally revealed to me, that little bit, maybe Compassion and tenderness that should not belong to a doctor.
After he was left behind, he felt too ashamed.
His self-esteem was severely hurt, and he felt that Xie Qingcheng slapped him on the cheek with a hot slap.
So that He Yu was never reluctant to think about this past event - no matter how he thought about it, it was just his self-indulgent love.
He has too little, and if he gets a little bit of scrap-like affection from others, he will cherish it, treasure it ridiculously, and think that he has obtained a priceless treasure.
How conspicuous and embarrassing.
He Yu's arrogance made him strangle the little touches of the past with his own hands, and then mercilessly sealed the coffin.
until now-
He Yu closed his eyes, the coffin of his memories was opened, and he recalled the scene of Xie Qingcheng arguing with his mother on the terrace without being arrogant or humble, remembering that when he pushed the door wearily and came in, the sound fell on him. A sigh on the pillow.
never mind.
kid.
I'm fine these days, I can accompany you.
"… "
Xie Qingcheng gave him his faith and accompanied him, but Xie Qingcheng went so thoroughly and ruthlessly later, he could always be calm and clear, and weigh the pros and cons clearly. He would be willing to study psychiatry, but he would also leave the hospital because he didn’t want to be the next Qin Ciyan. He would say nice things about treating mentally ill patients equally, but on the other hand, he would say that people’s lives are valuable and that the lives of doctors are more valuable than the lives of mentally ill patients. much more.
Xie Qingcheng is too complicated and contradictory.
He Yu actually felt that Xie Qingcheng's side was unreal except for the man who was tortured to the point of powerlessness under him last night.
all fake.
It was a kaleidoscope of people, and he was too young to see through him.
The teenager walked irritably for a long time without any destination. When he came back to his senses, he found that he had unknowingly walked near Xie Qingcheng's house.
—
"Get out of the way! I have something to do at home, I want to go home!"
The words Xie Qingcheng left when arguing with him just now echoed in his ears again.
He Yu stood on Maliyazi's side, with his hands in his trouser pockets, with a blank expression, watching from a distance the chaotic scene at the entrance of Moyu Lane on Maliyazi's side, where there were even many police officers.
He probably knew what happened to Xie Qingcheng's family.