I Really Am a Slag Shou!

Chapter 81: Slag that big guy in the entertainment industry (24)

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“… hope, worry, vexation of envy,

The power and pain of love

The precious part, I can't get it,

Just get the chains. "

After reading this verse, the young man in front of him closed the book in his hand, and then glanced at the man who was always silent beside him. After getting a nod from the man, he turned and left. A terrifying house, without the slightest nostalgia and worry.

Qi Yuyang had never read Xue Qingnian's poem, but when he recalled this memory, Qi Yuyang suddenly remembered that this was Byron's poem, and it was also Byron's last poem before his death, and it was his masterpiece.

Qi Yuyang opened his eyes, and the surrounding environment returned to a warm and bright real space.

Cheng Ran sat quietly on the side, and when he saw Qi Yuyang was gone, he raised his head: "How much do you remember this time?"

Qi Yuyang was lying on the chair, looking at the ceiling, he replied in a low voice: "On the fifth day, Xue Qing held a book of poems, and every once in a while, he read a selection of poems to me, and I felt that he read it for a long time. time, but in reality, he only read two songs."

"It's normal. When all the other senses are closed, and only the nerves and hearing are still working, the time will be stretched infinitely by the brain's instinct."

Qi Yuyang sat up, rubbed his brows, and after a long time, he raised his head to look at Cheng Ran: "Why are the contents of my memory so clear."

Qi Yuyang can accurately distinguish when these memories happened, and even the expressions of Xue Qing and Xue Xingfan can be clearly remembered. It stands to reason that six years have passed, and even if these memories are sealed, they should fade.

Cheng Ran lowered his head to record something, and answered without looking up, "Because it was too painful." So he couldn't forget it.

It is precisely because it is too painful that he can obtain such good results in controlling Qi Yuyang.

Qi Yuyang didn't answer any further, he stood up and wanted to leave, Cheng Ran snapped closed the notebook, and then stood up as well: "Wait, I want to ask you a question."

Qi Yuyang stopped and looked at Cheng Ran silently.

Chi Zhao thought that Qi Yuyang was still recovering slowly. He just remembered the details, but he didn't connect all the contexts. In fact, Qi Yuyang didn't remember much now. In the original treatment process, Cheng Ran groped for a long time to realize that he was hypnotized, but this time, when Qi Yuyang took the initiative to find Cheng Ran, he had already informed him that he was kidnapped by Xue Xingfan. Xue Xingfan did what was imprinted on his brain.

As a doctor, Cheng Ran had to keep secrets for Qi Yuyang, and couldn't interfere with Qi Yuyang's decision, so after the initial shock, he didn't do anything. It was the first time he asked a question about Xue Qing.

"The reason why you don't want to take revenge on Xue Qing..." Cheng Ran asked very slowly. He looked at Qi Yuyang's pupils, trying to dig out something he tried to hide from Qi Yuyang's calm surface, "Does Xue Qing know?"

It was another incomparably sharp question. Every time Cheng Ran asked a question, he could ask the most crucial point in a flash.

Since he asked for treatment again, Qi Yuyang has been very calm. Every time he recalls those painful details, he is just a little unable to adapt. Even so, he will force himself to adapt, and he will not come out of here until he adapts well. Back to Xue Qing's side.

Obviously from the information provided by Qi Yuyang, he is the victim, and Xue Qing is the hidden perpetrator, but the victim is here to endure in every possible way, even if the hypnosis has been lifted, he will no longer be dependent on Xue Qing. , but he still didn't want to hurt Xue Qing, and even thought about Xue Qing wholeheartedly.

People who don't know it might sigh, "I really deserve to be a lover", but Cheng Ran is not that easy to deceive.

Having been a psychiatrist for so many years and having been in contact with so many cases and patients, Cheng Ran's only experience is that he should not believe what he hears or what he sees. Those who can drive people crazy and become mentally ill The reason is far deeper and more complicated than he looks on the surface.

The office became quieter than before, and it had reached the point of silence. After a few seconds, Qi Yuyang moved. He took two steps in Cheng Ran's direction. The distance between them was half a meter. Qi Yuyang looked at Cheng Ran calmly. Ran: "As long as you know that my feelings for him have never changed, that's fine."

At this time Qi Yuyang looked very dangerous, his eyes were too threatening, Cheng Ran instinctively wanted to escape, this feeling was very uncomfortable, Cheng Ran subconsciously frowned, and heard Qi Yuyang say again: "Doctor Cheng, remember Keep your own identity, and please protect my privacy, and don't leak a word. Any factor that may make Xue Qing leave me... "

Qi Yuyang's face sank slightly, and he said word by word: "I won't let it go easily."

After speaking, Qi Yuyang turned and left, Cheng Ran didn't want to cause trouble, but he had to say something, opened his mouth, and finally, he shouted to the door: "There are some things that you can't hide for a lifetime."

Qi Yuyang put his hand on the doorknob. His pause was too short to be noticed. Soon, he opened the door and walked out.

After he left, Cheng Ran threw the notebook heavily on the table, and then sat back on the office chair depressed.

If I knew earlier that I shouldn't take this business, it's good now, maybe I'm going to have bad luck at some point. Although Qi Yuyang just said that if he dared to leak it out, he would not let him go, but Cheng Ran had an intuition that with Qi Yuyang's suspicious personality, he would be kicked out of the city by Qi Yuyang without waiting for him to leak it out, saying Maybe get kicked out of the country.

... what is this called

When Qi Yuyang was driving home, Chi Zhao was squinting and calculating his current assets.

He was sitting at the small table in the guest room, holding a small green notebook, which was now full of numbers.

After counting for a long time, Chi Zhao wondered: "Why did I count four times, and the results of the four times are different?"

[You really got into a famous university by your own efforts?]

Hearing the suspicious tone of the system, Chi Zhao was very angry: "Of course! I'm a good student, and I even got the first grade in math in the mock test!"

"It's just..." Chi Zhao was silent, looking at the various values on the notebook, "I haven't used it for so many years, and I'm already unfamiliar."

Counting it again, the hard work pays off, and Chi Zhao successfully came up with a fifth, different result.

In the end, Chi Zhao was still out of his skills and used a calculator.

Watching Chi Zhao classify various properties, the system couldn't help but ask.

[What do you want to do?]

"Can't see that?"

Chi Zhao replied very naturally: "I'm arranging the funeral."

system:"… "

Xue Qing said he was a star, but after he really calculated all his property, Chi Zhao realized that he didn't have much money, because most of the money had been spent by him, and the deposit left was less than 3 million.

The rest are all kinds of chattels and real estate, such as sports cars, houses, yachts, and small joint ventures with others, etc. Chi Zhao plans to sell these things that can be sold, and those that cannot be sold... and tried to sell them all.

This kind of operation Chi Zhao has been done once before, but at that time Chi Zhao's identity was not a rich person, so he had already dealt with it in just two days. Thinking of the past, the system is clear.

[The money from the sale should be left to Qi Yuyang again?]

Chi Zhao's eyes widened: "Why?!"

system:"… "

Chi Zhao said plausibly, "This is Xue Qing's property, and it was earned by himself and my hard work. Why should I leave it to Qi Yuyang? His family has a big business and he doesn't lack so much money. The money goes where it can make a difference.”

[… Where?]

Chi Zhao thought for a while, "I don't know, I'll go back and find out which charitable foundation is less shady, so I'll donate to the foundation."

[You also know that foundations have shady secrets, so why don’t you donate to them? "

Chi Zhao put away the notebook, and he shrugged, "Where there are people, there will be shady scenes, and it cannot be avoided anywhere. But at the very least, if the money is given to them, some of them will indeed fall into the hands of those who need help, even if only It's worth a dollar to help others."

The system sighed, the host is really a good person.

However, why does it feel even more desperate

It was late autumn now, and you had to wear a coat when going out. Chi Zhao went to the cloakroom, took out a coat, put it on, and took the car keys.

[where to?]

As Chi Zhao walked out, he replied, "I contacted an agent yesterday and said that I want to sell the house, and I have to send him the key to the house today."

Xue Qing has only one property, which is his old house. This house is in a very ordinary residential building. The location is good and it is in the school district, so the house price is a bit more expensive, but in fact, the facilities in this community are not very good, plus some years, I am willing to buy it People don't live by themselves, they just use it as an investment or to set up a household account for their children.

Not sure, this city is so prosperous, who knows when it will be demolished here.

Chi Zhao drove the car to the door of the real estate agent, handed out the key along the crack of the window, and then quickly closed the crack of the window. The salesperson already knew that the owner was a celebrity, and signed a non-disclosure agreement through the Internet. He quickly took the key and asked, "Then I'll put your house up for sale now?"

Chi Zhao thought about it for a while, and the people watching the house shouldn't have come so early. He nodded, "Okay, I'll go over there to clean up now, and you can take pictures in an hour or two."

"Okay okay."

Driving to the address of the house, Chi Zhao stood outside and looked up.

In fact, in the original owner's initial memory, he didn't live here. At that time, his family was quite rich and lived in a small three-story house. Later, for some reason, the money was gone and the house was sold. He and he Dad moved to such a small house that was less than 100 square meters.

Open the door, there are only some old furniture inside, there is no life atmosphere.

After walking around, he didn't even see the photo of Zhang Xue Xingfan. When he went out, Chi Zhao paused. He looked at the height scales on the door panel and couldn't help but be stunned.

This is the trace of Xue Qing's growth.

Every one is black handwriting, only two are red, and there is a label next to it. The handwriting looks like an adult, maybe it was written by Xue Xingfan.

"Mom 162, Dad 179".

In the end, Xue Qing was still not taller than his father, and stayed at a place slightly shorter than his father by one or two centimeters.

Chi Zhao was silent, and he called out to the system, "Tong, I'm a little sentimental."

The system wiped a handful of its own emotional analysis library, which was also vicissitudes.

[Yes, me too.]

"I don't know where Xue Xingfan died. Xue Qing never knew that his father was dead, and he never saw his last face."

Chi Zhao sighed, and then asked, "By the way, where is Xue Qing's mother buried?"

Anyway, I had nothing to do when I was idle. Chi Zhao left the community, and then went to the address provided by the system. When I came to this quiet and desolate cemetery, Chi Zhao walked for a long time, and then found it in the depths of the cemetery. Xue Qing's mother's tombstone.

Chi Zhao couldn't say what his state of mind was. He was not their son, so it was useless to come and see. However, it was better to take a look than not to look at it. He was about to go to prison and wait to die. Filial piety for Xue Qing.

There were a lot of yellow leaves falling on the edge of the tombstone. Chi Zhao cleaned the parts close to the tombstone with his hands, then took off his coat, spread it on the ground, and sat on the coat.

It's after 1 o'clock in the afternoon, the hottest time of the day, and it's not that cold without a coat. Chi Zhao raised his head and stared at the smiling woman on the tombstone. Xue Qing and her really looked alike, almost a replica.

He looks like a very gentle person.

If my mother was still alive, it is estimated that this tragedy for the whole family would not have happened.

Chi Zhao bent down and continued to clean up the dirt on the tombstone for Xialan. No one had been here for many years. The place was so dirty that the cemetery staff didn't clean it at all. Chi Zhao actually found it next to him. A bag of crispy noodles.

Picking up all the rubbish, Chi Zhao blinked, he was stunned for a moment, and then put his hand into the gap between the tombstone and the base.

It took a long time for Chi Zhao to pinch this small piece of red paper, he stared at it for a long time, and then he was not sure about calling the system: "...How do I think this is real money? ?"

There are black burn marks on the edge of this piece of paper. It looks like it has been burned. This is a cemetery. It is normal for someone to worship and burn paper money, but... This one doesn't seem to be paper money, right? !

The system scanned it again, and immediately murmured, looking at the texture, it is indeed not the same as the quality produced by Tiandi Bank...

Chi Zhao frowned for a long time, then took out a one-hundred bill from his pocket, he compared it for a while, and said in shock, "It's really real money, touch it, even the braille lines are the same! "

System: "..." Can it be touched!

This next person and system have fallen into contemplation, someone would be so stupid... Have you burned real money as paper money

While he was still thinking, the system suddenly called out.

[Hurry up! Qi Yuyang is here! hidden! hidden!]

Chi Zhao: "… "

How can he hide, he is not a fighter!

Having said that, Chi Zhao quickly stuffed the small note back into his pocket.