Chen Yang lay on the balcony and watched Chao Jian leave in the car.
Before the car left the community, Chen Yang's cell phone rang. It was not a call, but a message.
-Take care of the potted plants and keep the little white dog off the bed.
-Don't send me messages or call me when I'm not around, because I can't see them.
-I will cooperate with the treatment and try to make the medication effective for me.
-Wait for me to come back.
Chen Yang finished reading the entire message and his eyes stopped on the last word. He felt a little confused. He still wanted to make more calls or video chats.
Can’t I even touch my cell phone during treatment
Chen Yang called quickly, but the other end said the phone was turned off. A cold mechanical sound rang in his ears, and his heart felt like it was filled with a large sponge soaked in water, making it wet and blocked.
Chen Yang had looked up information online before. Personality disorders mainly revolve around psychological treatment. Chao Jian would have aggressive behavior due to his violent temper, so he needed antipsychotic drugs to suppress it. Chao Jian took that type of drug, but it was no longer effective, so his attending physician had to formulate a new treatment plan for him.
Chen Yang didn't expect Chao Jian to cut off contact with him so quickly. He looked at the back of the car at the gate of the community and smiled bitterly.
Chao Jian seemed to want to completely isolate himself as quickly as possible, fearing that he would give up and not leave if he was too late.
Chen Yang didn't dare to imagine how Chao Jian in the car turned off his phone after sending him a message, and he was even more unwilling to think about why he was like an animal during the treatment... and how he had to work hard to make his body accept the drugs.
The summer morning light is bright. Today is a good day. But it is raining heavily in Chen Yang's heart. The crackling sound makes him have some tinnitus. He wipes his face. Many patients do not admit that they are sick. Chao Jian admits that he is sick. Although he has said many times that he does not want to take medicine anymore, he finally chooses to go back for treatment. It will get better, it will definitely get better. As long as you don't give up, there will be hope.
Chen Yang reached into his pajama pants pocket, pinched the white card and turned it between his fingers, and my partner left.
"Come back soon..." Chen Yang frowned as soon as he finished speaking. If extending the treatment period can alleviate the pain, it doesn't matter if it's slower.
Chen Yang took a look at Chao Jian's potted plant. He walked over, squatted down, and touched the ugly pot: "Will it really sprout?"
Chao Jian mentioned it twice when he left, and he couldn't forget it and cared about it very much. Chen Yang pinched the back of his neck. He originally thought that this was a gift from Chao Jian's girlfriend, and the sight of it reminded him of her.
Now that Chen Yang and Chao Jian had a new definition of their relationship, he denied that speculation. Chao Jian would not bring his ex's belongings into the house and ask him, the current one, to take care of them.
Chen Yang recalled the way Chao Jian looked at the potted plant, and thought sourly, but even if she wasn't his girlfriend, she was still a very important person. He glanced at the flowerpot, it was really ugly.
However, Chao Jian hoped that the seeds would sprout...
Chen Yang moved closer to the flowerpot, and the fishy smell of soil hit his face. He sighed and thought that if the seeds sprouted, Chao Jian would be very happy to come back.
"Sprout soon." Chen Yang said softly.
In March, Chen Yang entered the mission world the night he came back from the hospital. Chao Jian came to see him the next evening. After dinner, they entered the mission world again and lived together when they came out. So Chen Yang didn't really feel the loneliness of the old house. Now that Chao Jian left, the atmosphere of fireworks in the house was gone.
Chen Yang was too lazy to even cook. He ordered takeout and collapsed on the sofa watching TV. His mind flew to the blue sky, trying to catch up with the plane that started from Qingcheng and headed to Germany.
As soon as the takeaway was delivered, Sun Wenjun's phone rang. Chen Yang put the phone aside and turned on the speaker. He casually opened the lid of the takeaway, and a sour and spicy aroma rushed out and touched his fingertips.
Sun Wenjun seemed to have smelled it as well: "Are you eating?"
Chen Yang: “Yeah.”
"Then you eat first." Sun Wenjun said considerately, "Let's have afternoon tea."
Chen Yang paused: "You haven't eaten yet?"
"No." Sun Wenjun said with a smile, "My surgery was finished a little after ten this morning, and I have been waiting for your call."
"Then let's make an appointment for lunch." Chen Yang really wanted someone to talk to him. The house was full of traces of Chao Jian, and he needed to leave temporarily to divert his attention and relax.
Sun Wenjun didn't ask any further questions and just let Chen Yang decide the address.
After hanging up the phone, Chen Yang covered the pickled fish and put it in the refrigerator. He paused before closing the refrigerator door and looked inside. The yogurt was gone. He remembered to buy a box when he came back.
Chen Yang's face changed after he subconsciously thought about it. He closed the refrigerator door and went to the bedroom to change clothes in silence. His ankle was a little itchy, and the furry ball was rubbing against him, as if trying to make him happy.
"He's been gone for less than four hours, and I'm still not used to it," Chen Yang put on a white T-shirt, "How about you?"
The snow-white puppy lay on Chen Yang's shoes, its amber eyes half-closed, and its tail wagging comfortably.
Chen Yang laughed helplessly. Apart from not letting 03 get on the bed and kiss him, he didn't care about other aspects of Jian's life. He never threw his crutch at him.
Relatively speaking, 03 received more patience and tolerance from Chao Jian than many others.
Chen Yang tore two slices of bread into small pieces, soaked them in milk, and pushed them in front of the puppy.
"Take a nap after eating, don't make trouble, I'll be back in the afternoon." When Chen Yang took Sun Wenjun's potted plants out, the door opposite was closed. There were several cardboard boxes and foam piled at the door, as if they had just moved in.
Chen Yang's steps towards the stairs suddenly stopped. He seemed to hear a dog barking. Usually he was very quiet when he went out. What happened this time
Just when Chen Yang was about to turn around, he heard another dog barking.
"Woof! Woof!"
Chen Yang raised his eyebrows. It was not a puppy like 03, but a large adult dog. The new neighbor also had a dog. He glanced at the door opposite and went downstairs.
A little after twelve o'clock, Chen Yang and Sun Wenjun met. The place for dinner was between the rehabilitation center and Sanlian Bridge, which was not far from either.
Sun Wenjun wore a blue striped shirt and trousers. He looked capable and elegant, exuding the charm of a mature man from head to toe. Several female white-collar workers at the next table kept looking at him sideways.
Chen Yang is like a younger brother in front of Sun Wenjun. Well, he is indeed a younger brother.
Sun Wenjun was in better condition than when they talked on the phone the day before. He let Chen Yang look at him and ordered a few dishes slowly.
As the dishes were served, Chen Yang felt an indescribable feeling in his heart.
All the dishes are his favorite!
Chen Yang looked calmly at the man who was washing dishes for him, and the message Uncle Wu sent that day rang in his mind - Zao Zao, Director Sun said he is your elder brother.
This sentence has a strange psychological suggestion ability. Because Chen Yang suddenly found that he had a little trust in Sun Wenjun, and that trust was also faintly wrapped in a bit of familiarity.
Sun Wenjun placed the washed dishes in front of Chen Yang and said, "Eat."
Chen Yang glanced at the bowl that was washed by the tea, then looked at the dishes on the table, and said in a surprised tone: "How come all these dishes are what I like to eat?"
"Of course." Sun Wenjun said with a smile, "I ordered it especially for you."
"How do you know what I like to eat?" Chen Yang looked at him, "Did I tell you?"
Sun Wenjun smiled but said nothing.
Chen Yang felt that he couldn't eat this meal anymore. Every dish seemed to be full of suspicious spots. Eating it would cause indigestion. As he was thinking this, the man across from him spoke: "Yes, you told me."
It's good enough that I've said it. Chen Yang breathed a sigh of relief one second, and then he was blocked again the next second. He had no memory of getting along with Sun Wenjun, and whether he had said his personal preferences or not was all Sun Wenjun's one-sided words, and there was no way to verify it.
But if he hadn't said it himself, how would Sun Wenjun have known it
Sun Wenjun didn't pick up his chopsticks. He opened the plastic bag containing the flower pot and carefully stroked the small leaves on the branches.
Chen Yang was very familiar with that expression. He had seen it when Chao Jian was looking at potted plants. It was exactly the same.
Sun Wenjun smiled and said, "Thanks to Xiao Yangyang."
Chen Yang, the flower and plant killer, felt unworthy of the title. He was afraid that the leaves would wither or die, so he usually just gave them a little water every ten days or half a month and didn't take care of them much.
"If it weren't for you, I'm afraid this little leaf would not be saved." Sun Wenjun saw Chen Yang's thoughts, and the smile on his lips showed even more gratitude.
"Is this a gift from someone else?" Chen Yang asked casually.
Sun Wenjun shook his head: "My mother bought it."
Chen Yang was stunned.
"It has been placed on the windowsill of my room. I am usually too busy to water it. When I found it, it was like this now, half dead. It is difficult to heal if the roots are damaged. It is good enough that it can survive. I have to take care of it slowly." Sun Wenjun took off his glasses and pinched the root of his nose. "Xiao Yangyang, why don't you eat it?"
Chen Yang picked up the chopsticks to eat peas, and said in a vague voice: "I want to ask you something. I can't contact Brother Qi. Do you know what's going on with him?"
"Back to my hometown." Sun Wenjun put his glasses back on.
Chen Yang looked up in surprise.
Sun Wenjun poured half a cup of tea and took two sips: "He said that his elder family member was sick, so he asked for leave to go back for a while."
"The phone call is not working." Chen Yang said, "It's always out of service area."
"The signal is bad in the mountains." Sun Wenjun pretended to be angry, "Why didn't you call me? As your attending physician, am I worse than a security guard?"
Chen Yang swallowed the food in his mouth: "I have fought before."
“I called while I was on a business trip?” Sun Wenjun said, “No wonder I didn’t answer.”
The table was quiet for a while, and Chen Yang mentioned Xiangyue: "There is a strange thing. A few days ago, I went to area C to visit my friend and went to area A. I wanted to see Brother Qi, but he didn't come back. I thought of nurse Xiangyue who helped me keep my diary, and thought I might as well treat him to a meal. Guess what, I asked his colleagues, but they said there was no such person as Xiangyue."
Sun Wenjun bent down to remove the small bones from the fish.
Chen Yang leaned forward towards the table and lowered his voice: "Don't you think it's strange?"
Sun Wenjun raised his eyes.
Chen Yang looked at Sun Wenjun, and inexplicably felt a bit of indulgence and helplessness in his eyes. Just when Chen Yang was about to realize what he felt, Sun Wenjun chuckled: "Maybe the kid's colleague is new."
"It's not impossible." Chen Yang looked at the fine lines at the corners of his eyes, subconsciously relaxed, and did not test or examine him again.
In fact, Sun Wenjun didn't say "Who is Xiangyue" in surprise, which already answered Chen Yang. He was the tasker and had been a teammate with Xiangyue. He couldn't say more now.
Chen Yang didn't have much appetite. He put down his chopsticks after taking a few bites, and occasionally glanced at the mobile phone on the table.
Sun Wenjun suddenly asked, "Why didn't Chao Jian come over?"
Chen Yang's back tensed.
"Your uncle Wu mentioned him to me." Sun Wenjun scooped a spoonful of corn fried shrimp into the bowl, "He said he lives with you. He is handsome, but cold-tempered. It's hard to get close to him, but he can't leave you, like a baby who hasn't been weaned." At the end, he clarified very delicately, "This is what your uncle Wu described. It has nothing to do with me."
"I thought if you came out to have dinner with me, he would follow you." There was a smile in Sun Wenjun's eyes behind his glasses. He looked very easy-going, like an older brother next door.
Many thoughts flashed through Chen Yang's mind, and he finally said something half true and half false: "He has something to do when he goes home."
Sun Wenjun's hand holding the spoon paused for a second. Sure enough, he left... That meant it was almost time. He ate some corn and said, "Xiao Yangyang, don't forget to read."
Chen Yang's expression froze for a moment. Sun Wenjun's position in his world has always been very subtle. Now he feels that he is familiar with the other party and knows that the other party is the tasker. It seems that the relationship is even more subtle.
He had almost torn the book apart, but hadn't found anything unusual. Why did Sun Wenjun always remind him to read
Or is it that the point is not the content of the book, but that he should remember to read it, not forget the thoughts and ideas, and not forget that he still has the book
"I will." Chen Yang replied to Sun Wenjun. Seeing him reaching out to grab the tissue, calluses appeared on his palms. "You spent so much time on a business trip and didn't get it done. Why don't you take a rest and go back to work when you come back?"
"Life must go on," Sun Wenjun responded briefly.
This was the last conversation between Chen Yang and his deskmate Sun Wenjun. Afterwards, one of them ate while the other checked his phone, but the atmosphere was not awkward at all.
After leaving the restaurant, Sun Wenjun walked beside Chen Yang, carrying a potted plant. "Xiao Yangyang, if you are bored during this period, you can call me. My surgery schedule is not full, so I am free."
Chen Yang responded casually, "I won't ask you out for dinner." As he walked, he found that Sun Wenjun slowed down and walked a few steps behind him.
Sun Wenjun was looking at Chen Yang. It was unknown how long he had been looking at him. His eyes were like those of an old father looking at his son, full of love and blessings.
Chen Yang was caught off guard and met Sun Wenjun's gaze, and was stunned.
Sun Wenjun pushed up his glasses and waved his hand, "Let's go." He walked forward. Xiao Yangyang, let's go.
Chen Yang turned his head unconsciously and continued walking forward. The car he called had already stopped by the roadside, waiting for him to get in.
Just when Chen Yang was about to say goodbye to Sun Wenjun, he heard him calling him loudly: "Xiao Yangyang."
The man shouted again: "Call me Brother Xiaowen."
Chen Yang looked back at Sun Wenjun who had not come closer. This was the real world but it was unrealistic. There was a lot of traffic and people. He had an inexplicable feeling of sadness and despair that kept hitting his heart, prompting him to shout uncontrollably: "Brother Xiao Wen!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a fierce light burst out from Chen Yang's eyes, but it disappeared in an instant, and his eyes became confused.
Sun Wenjun smiled gently. He stood there and watched Chen Yang get into the car. There was a white card between his fingers in his trouser pocket.
—012.
After Chen Yang separated from Sun Wenjun, he went to see a psychiatrist, but he still didn't even have mental breakdown. It was too unreasonable. Was his condition really that good
Is it because of the incense being smoked for a long time
Instead of solving his doubts, Chen Yang had more questions. He searched for information on emotional counseling on the Internet, went to an institution according to the address, downloaded the app and took a free class.
“It takes a hundred years to be able to ride the same boat together, and ten years to be able to sleep on the same pillow together. When a couple encounters problems and conflicts, the first thing they should do is communicate…” the counselor talked eloquently on the podium.
Chen Yang glanced around and suddenly realized that this class was about the relationship between husband and wife. He resisted the urge to leave and listened carefully.
The counselor talked for a while and then asked everyone to speak up, but no one said anything. It was shameful to air one's dirty laundry in public. They just wanted to take the public class and pay for one-on-one lessons if they thought it was good.
Chen Yang looked very awkward sitting among several couples. When the counselor walked towards him, the hairs on his back stood up and he felt as nervous as if he was being called by the math teacher to answer a question.
The consultant stopped in front of Chen Yang with a professional smile on his face: "Handsome guy, you..."
"I came here alone. My partner is not with me and we are not married yet." Chen Yang said quickly.
The consultant's tone was friendly, like a friend: "Did anything unpleasant happen during your wedding?"
"No, no, we just started talking." Chen Yang scratched his head.
"We've just started dating, and this period is still within the life cycle of a relationship," the counselor said. "It's normal to quarrel during the honeymoon period. Both of you must figure out whether you have decided to move forward together. If so, then each of you should make concessions and understand each other..."
Chen Yang: "We didn't quarrel."
The consultant was speechless.
Others who were emitting a depressed aura nearby: "..."
They all stared at me and asked, "Then what are you doing here? !!!"
Chen Yang slipped away silently. After he left, he remembered that he came here to consult on how to manage a long-distance relationship. Alas.
It’s not really a long-distance relationship, as we’ve lost contact.
Chen Yang took out his phone to check the time. Chao Jian was still in the sky and didn't get off the plane until after seven o'clock. He absentmindedly tore a milk slice and ate it. It had only been a long time since they separated, and the milk slice didn't taste good anymore.
How should I spend tomorrow? Chen Yang bit his milk slice and didn't know whether to laugh or cry. No, what should I do tonight? Why not play a room escape game? There are still seven levels waiting for him in the primary stage.
I don't know when the next mission will come. Chen Yang walked on the street with his hands in his pockets. The pedestrians and vehicles coming and going seemed fake and increasingly unreal.
At 7:35, Chen Yang appeared in a dim alley, not far from a dark little clinic. He squeezed the half-full bottle of iced jasmine tea in his hand and walked towards it.
The cell phone in his pocket suddenly rang. Chen Yang was startled. He took out his phone and looked at it, his eyes suddenly widened.
"Hello!" Chen Yang answered the phone while leaning against the wall.
There was a restrained breath on the other end of the phone, and Chen Yang whispered, "Chao Jian?"
"I got off the plane." The boy's voice came from the other end of the phone, very hoarse and turbid, like a whisper in an old record.
"Did it go smoothly? Did anyone pick you up? It's noon over there, how are you going to have lunch?" Chen Yang asked several questions in a row.
Chao Jian didn't answer any of his questions. He just said, "The phone is very hot."
There was a mosquito flying around Chen Yang's ears, but he was unaware of it. The only voice in the whole world was Chao Jian's.
"I've been holding my phone all day, turning it off and on..." Chao Jian paused, "Brother, I'm going to be in trouble this time."
Chen Yang's heart sank.
"I can't touch my phone later, otherwise I will not be able to help but call you or run back to the country." Chao Jian said.
Chen Yang sighed: "Have you ever thought about what I would do if you didn't contact me and I missed you?"
There was no sound on the phone.
Chen Yang rubbed the bluestone slab with his toes. Could it be that Chao Jian had never thought about it and thought that the word "miss" did not exist in his dictionary
"I don't know." Chao Jian said innocently, "You can't use my method."
Chen Yang tightened his grip on the phone and asked, "What would you do?"
"I don't want to tell you." Chao Jian snorted coldly.
Chen Yang listened to Chao Jian's childish reply, feeling both distressed and helpless.
Chao Jian bit the milk slice and said incoherently: "When I get back, come to the airport to pick me up."
Chen Yang said, "Okay."
Chao Jian made another request: "Let's hold hands like a normal couple."
“…Okay.” Chen Yang scratched the bite mark on his collarbone through the fabric. “You can do whatever you want.”
"You wait." Chao Jian took a deep breath and murmured repeatedly, "You wait."
This phone call was like a drug addict's plea, "Let me take one more puff, just one puff, I'll quit after just a little bit more."
No one knew what happened to Chao Jian suddenly. Chen Yang heard his heavy breathing, like a dragon whose scales were about to be plucked out. He was extremely angry, and a painful and hideous gasp came from the depths of his throat.
"What's wrong? Chao Jian?" Chen Yang asked hurriedly.
“Beep, beep…”
Chen Yang called back with a stern face, but the phone was turned off. He called again and again anxiously. When the call was connected, his hands were already covered in cold sweat.
"That guy Lee tried to steal my phone. I hadn't even said goodbye to you yet, so how could I let him take it away?" Chao Jian said with a sinister smile, "He injected me with sedatives, and I smashed his office."
Chen Yang's temple twitched. It seemed that Chao Jian and Lee did not have an ordinary doctor and patient relationship.
"He is your doctor, you..." Chen Yang thought of something, and his voice changed, "You injected a sedative, why are you still..."
"Injection and ejaculation became addictive after a while. Later, I quit the addiction and it has no effect on me anymore," Chao Jian said.
Chen Yang's guess was confirmed, and he felt dizzy as if he had been hit by a stick.
"Don't stay outside too late, go back early." Chao Jian said.
Chen Yang didn't respond.
Chao Jian angrily shouted coldly: "Speak!"
Chen Yang still didn't respond.
"I'm going to hang up, Chen Zao Zao." Chao Jian smiled grimly, "You have to say goodbye to me, do you hear me?"
"I heard you." Chen Yang came back to his senses, "You should get well treated. I'll wait for you to come back."
Chao Jian said paranoidly: "And goodbye."
"goodbye."
Chen Yang was startled after hanging up the phone. There was no noise in the alley. How did Chao Jian know he was outside? He stopped after taking just one step.
A faint light suddenly appeared in the dark little clinic.
Chen Yang walked to the door of the small clinic, the door opened to him, and the tall woman waved to him.