People with a lot of heart often have a hard time falling asleep, because their brains have never rested, and they are thinking about how to trick people every day. Sheng Chuan is really sleepy, but he just can't sleep. A line of sight fell on his back, cool and creepy.
"… "
Sheng Chuan was more sensitive, he opened his eyes subconsciously and looked back, only to see Shen Yu lying beside the bed, bowing his head and digging at the sheets.
Sheng Chuan thought to himself that Shen Yu didn't look like he was mentally ill, but rather like his brain was broken and stupid. He sat up from the bed and asked Shen Yu, "What are you doing by the bed?"
Shen Yu looked a little aggrieved and whispered, "This is my bed..."
Sheng Chuan probably felt that the neckline was a little tight, so he raised his hand to loosen the tie, looked down at him, and blatantly bullied the fool: "It's mine now."
Shen Yu Wenyan blinked and said nothing. He seemed to be thinking about the meaning of his words. After a while, he quietly took a pillow from Sheng Chuan's hand and hugged it in his arms. Then he moved to the corner of the wall where he was hiding before: "Then I'll sleep here..."
However, before taking two steps, Sheng Chuan grabbed his wrist and dragged him back.
Sheng Chuan is used to being cautious and doesn't like making unsure bets. Now that Shen Run is in the mansion, he can't always prevent the other party from making moves, so he can only stay by Shen Yu's side, lest one person be careless and be killed again. .
He patted his side: "Just sleep here."
Shen Yu was much more obedient than before. At this time, there was no trouble. Hearing that, he quietly got into the quilt. Sheng Chuan couldn't sleep, so he just closed his eyes and thought about things.
If Shen Run is really a wild breed, then he can explain the murder of the old man Shen. After all, he is not his own father, and he worked so hard to plan the cause of this car accident in order to keep his inheritance.
The most important thing now is to find out whether Tian Jiadong has received any money from Shen Run. Although Mrs. Tian has been pretending very well, Sheng Chuan does not believe that she will never use that money in her whole life, not to mention that she has a sick daughter who will reveal it sooner or later. Horse-footed.
With his back to Sheng Chuan, Shen Yu shrunk into the quilt, revealing only the top of his dark hair. He didn't move, and seemed to be asleep, but Sheng Chuan always felt that he should not fall asleep so easily. His slender index finger Slightly bent and flicked on his shoulder, the latter trembled, opened his eyes sharply and looked at him with a cool tone: "What are you doing..."
Shen Yu's demeanor at this time was different from just now, his expression was sensitive and suspicious, his eyes were gloomy and cold, and he was slashed on his body like a knife.
Shengchuan: "… "
For the first time, Sheng Chuan felt that his hands were cheap. He silently looked at the gloomy expression, thinking that the other party might be sick, and withdrew his hand slowly, unconsciously moving away from him.
I heard that when a mentally ill person goes insane, they will hack people with knives and pick their eyeballs with their hands. I don’t know if it’s true…
Sheng Chuan didn't want to be okay, but his back felt a little cold when he thought about it. He unconsciously glanced at the bite marks on his wrist. For the first time, he felt that he was careless. Also wronged.
Or... or go back to your room to sleep
However, before Sheng Chuan could make a decision, he saw that Shen Yu suddenly withdrew that almost gloomy gaze, moved under the quilt, curled up and hid in his arms, his black hair inadvertently rubbed his chin, with a slight tinge of light. Cold itching.
Shen Yu was biting his sleeves again, most of the cuffs of his white clothes were wrinkled, his eyes were confused, and he whispered his name: "Achuan...?"
For some reason, Sheng Chuan didn't push him away, he was silent for a moment, thinking that Shen Run was still there, it's not good to leave Shen Yu alone in the room, and then lay back slowly: "Sleep, don't talk. "
Completely forgot that he was the one who woke them up just now.
The night was getting dark, and the room was quiet, only darkness remained. Sheng Chuan was lying on the inside with his eyes closed. He was about to fall asleep several times, but he didn't fall asleep. He took out his mobile phone from under the pillow and glanced at it, but found that. It's already three in the morning.
Shen Yu was lying beside him, he was already asleep, but he seemed to have fallen into some kind of quagmire nightmare that he couldn't get out of. He was covered in cold sweat and his brows were furrowed. Not the slightest bit angry.
His lips were pale and trembling slightly, as if he was saying something, but he couldn't hear it clearly. Sheng Chuan was about to lean over to listen carefully, but unexpectedly, Shen Yu suddenly trembled and fell off the bed with a thud, his voice frightened. He shouted in a low voice, "Dad!"
Sheng Chuan moved for a while, thinking that he had dreamed of Mr. Shen.
Shen Yu fell from the bed and finally woke up from the nightmare, but he didn't seem to have recovered, his chest was heaving and he was gasping for breath. Grabbing his hair, he knocked on the bedside table.
Seeing this, Sheng Chuan lifted the quilt and quickly got out of bed, stopping his movements, clasping Shen Yu's hands tightly, and scolding in a low voice, "Shen Yu!"
The night was too dark, and he couldn't fully see the gloomy expression. When he reached out to touch it, the other's face was full of cold liquid. He couldn't tell whether it was tears or sweat. Fragment, the pain was so brooding that it almost spasmed.
Sheng Chuan didn't know what to do, Shen Run didn't ask a doctor for Shen Yu, and now he didn't even have any medicine to suppress his condition, he could only lock Shen Yu's hands tightly to prevent the other party from self-harm, and then pressed the person into his arms, trying to calm down. his trembling.
Sheng Chuan sat on the floor, his brows and eyes were immersed in the cold moonlight, and he didn't say a word. He just restrained the gloomy waist and pressed him tightly against the other side. Some did not understand the source of the gloomy pain, because it was because of his biological father. die? or something else
Sheng Chuan didn't think about it, so he didn't think about it. He rarely took time to think about things that could not bring benefits. He quietly maintained that posture until Shen Yu finally stopped trembling, and then lowered his eyes and looked at him: "... a nightmare. already?"
Shen Yu didn't speak, his eyes stared blankly at one place, and after a while, he seemed to have returned to his soul, shook his head, and muttered to himself: "Sleep... sleep..."
He was so thin that his clothes could not hold up, and the white clothes hung loosely on his body. Because of the violent struggle just now, half of his shoulders were exposed. The color was pale and unreasonably fragile. The whole figure was like a piece of transparent glass. crushed.
Sheng Chuan paused, put his clothes back on, then put him on the bed, stretched out his hand and pulled the quilt to cover him, this time he chose to sleep with Shen Yu, so as not to go wrong again.
Fortunately, Sheng Chuan finally fell asleep. He didn't open his eyes until near noon the next day. He sat up from the bed slowly, and habitually glanced around, only to find that Shen Yu had woken up and was sitting with his back to him. At the end of the bed, I held a pillow in my arms and poked it around.
Sheng Chuan wiped his face, got out of bed and went to the bathroom to wash up. He planned to go to a private hospital later to find a psychiatrist to see Shen Yu.
Aunt Lin had already made lunch, but when Sheng Chuan went downstairs, she didn't see Shen Run, and asked aloud, "Where have others gone?"
Aunt Lin said, "The eldest young master stayed in the master's study for almost two hours this morning, and then went out after picking up a phone call at noon."
Sheng Chuan thought thoughtfully: "Do you know who made the call?"
Aunt Lin shook her head and said she didn't know: "The voice is quite old, like an elderly woman."
That's not right. Shen Run usually likes to put on airs. The woman close to him is a female secretary, and she is young and beautiful. Where can an elderly woman appear out of thin air
Sheng Chuan didn't ask any more questions. He was about to eat when he heard a light click from upstairs. When he looked up, he saw that Shen Yu came out at some point, lying on the fence of the stairs, looking down at them, most of his body All exposed.
Aunt Lin's face turned pale, for fear that he would jump down due to illness, and hurriedly said: "Oh, young master, why did you come out, please don't move!"
Shen Yu looked at her quietly, the profile of her face was almost transparent under the sunlight, I don't know if it was an illusion, and at first glance there was a coldness in her eyes.
Sheng Chuan was a little surprised that Shen Yu would take the initiative to walk out of the room: "... How come out?"
Shen Yu was lying on the railing, tilted his head when he heard the words, and whispered: "Hungry..."
Sheng Chuan paused when he heard the words, pulled out his chair and got up, then walked to the middle of the stairs, and stretched out his hand to him: "Come here."
Shen Yu was obviously not crazy enough to jump directly from the second floor. Seeing this, he slowly straightened up and walked towards Sheng Chuan. He was thin and his clothes became more and more empty. Aunt Lin winked at this. He came over with an extra bowl of rice, and then left.
Sheng Chuan opened the chair and let him sit opposite, thinking that if Shen Run came back later, he might grit his teeth when he saw Shen Yu coming out: "Eat if you're hungry."
Shen Yu stayed in the room for too long, suddenly came out, and couldn't adapt to the light very well. His long and narrow eyes narrowed slightly, somewhat like a condescending demeanor before, and it returned to normal after a while.
He slowly picked up his chopsticks to eat, his movements seemed a bit clumsy, and he didn't take any vegetables, so he just ate white rice with his head down. Seeing this, Sheng Chuan habitually took a piece of sweet and sour pork loin for him, but I don't know what he remembered. After a pause, the chopsticks turned around and put the dish directly into his bowl.
Shen Yu is no longer the eldest young master of the past, why does he want to please each other.
Sheng Chuan lowered his eyes, frowned and swallowed the sweet and sour pork loin. He didn't like this dish, but he still ate it, and he didn't know what it was like.
Shen Yu seemed to be aware of his movement, looked up, and with chopsticks in his hands, poked several holes out of the rice in the bowl.
Sheng Chuan ignored him and ate his own meal by himself, until a piece of braised pork ribs suddenly fell into the bowl, and then paused for a while, he looked up across the table, and saw Shen Yu still holding the bowl with his head down, using Poke the rice with chopsticks.
After two or three seconds, Sheng Chuan regained his sight, took a bite of rice, and then took a bite of the braised pork ribs. The salty taste suppressed the sweetness of the tenderloin just now, and it finally fit his appetite.
After eating, Sheng Chuan wiped his mouth with a tissue and said to Aunt Lin, "I have something to go out. If Shen Run comes back, call me."
Aunt Lin nodded and replied, "Don't worry, I will take good care of the young master."
Shen Yu seemed to be full, too. He saw Sheng Chuan walking out the door and following him ignorantly, only to be noticed by Sheng Chuan and blocked his way.
Shen Yu's forehead is blue and purple, which shows how hard he hit the cabinet yesterday. He used to be the prince of the noble circle in the capital, but now he has fallen to the level of insanity and self-harm. big.
He raised his hand and brushed the broken hair on Shen Yu's forehead: "Go back to the room and stay, don't run around."
Shen Yu lowered his head and grabbed the handrail, looking a little gloomy, and then chanted the words that were quite stepping on Shen Run's bottom line: "Xiao Yezhong... Xiaoyezhong..."
Sheng Chuan said, "You have to scold back in the room and don't let Shen Run hear it."
After he finished speaking, he asked Aunt Lin to take Shen Yu back to the upstairs room before leaving.
Sheng Chuan drove from the underground garage and just drove onto the highway, but saw a middle-aged man in a gray-blue overalls squatting not far from the road. He felt familiar for a moment, so he couldn't help but slow down and slowly lower the car. The window, I don't know what to find, the pupils shrank, and suddenly slammed on the brakes.
There was not a lot of traffic at this time, not to mention that the car that Sheng Chuan drove was too dazzling and stopped suddenly, which also attracted the attention of the middle-aged man. Standing up from the ground, he exclaimed in surprise, "Achuan!"
This middle-aged man is Sheng Jianghe, Sheng Chuan's father. He didn't know where he knew Sheng Chuan was here, so he searched all the way from the countryside. However, the security system in this residential area was tight, and he was blocked outside and could not enter, so he had to squat. Waiting on the side of the road, I finally saw Sheng Chuan, and there was a little more smile on his dark face.
Sheng Chuan was not in a happy mood. He remembered the incident when the other party used a stick to vomit blood. He silently clenched the steering wheel, his knuckles were faintly blue, he stepped on the accelerator and was about to leave, but Sheng Jianghe quickly grabbed the car. Window: "You son of a bitch! Do you still recognize me as a father, why are you hiding?!"
He has a native accent, mixed with half-baked Mandarin, rough skin, and ravines all over him. No one can connect him with Shengchuan.
Sheng Jianghe is a farmer who digs soil in the ground. He is used to doing rough work and has great strength. He directly opened the car door and dragged Sheng Chuan from the inside. He was habitually slapped on the head with a big palm, but he didn't know why. , swerved abruptly, and finally landed on his shoulders.
There was a muffled sound of "pop", only three points of force.
Sheng Jianghe clenched his hand tightly, with a lingering smell of cigarettes and sweat on his body all the year round, and the expression on his face was either furious or exasperated: "You son of a bitch, don't you recognize your father! "
Sheng Chuan's self-esteem has been higher than others since he was a child, not to mention that he has a grudge against Sheng Jianghe. He just feels that it is very embarrassing to pull and pull on the street, and his tone is also a bit cold: "You first let go!"
Knowing his son Mo Ruofu, Sheng Jianghe knew that his son had more ghosts than sieves. For fear that he would run away as soon as he let go, he wiped the sweat from his face with the hem of his clothes and dragged him across the street: "I don't believe in evil. , the old man can't control the boy!"
Sheng Chuan couldn't break free, so he had to lock the car with the key in a hurry, and was dragged across the street by Sheng Jianghe as if he was pulling a chick. : "Who asked you to come to me?!"
Sheng Jianghe snorted coldly: "No one asked me to come here, I took your uncle's car into the city!"
Sheng Chuan didn't want to recognize him as a father at all, and immediately suspected that Shen Run was framing him behind his back: "Who told you that I live here?"
Sheng Jianghe dragged him across the road and heard the words: "I just know, what the hell, I learned to do business with others, and I haven't come home for a few years. If you hadn't been sending money home, I would have thought you were dead. !"
After he finished speaking, he habitually touched a pack of cigarettes in his pocket, but it was inconvenient for him to ignite Shengchuan, so he had to give up, and suddenly asked, "Are you losing money by doing business with others?"
Sheng Chuan didn't know where he got the news and guesses from where he got it. Hearing this, he said, "It's none of your business to lose money, let go!"
Sheng Jianghe seemed to want to get angry when he heard the words, but for some reason, he endured it again: "Wozi, it's not easy to get along in the city. If you lose money in business, just go back to your hometown with me. Your mother misses you."
Sheng Chuan lost his mind for a moment when he heard the words, and forgot to struggle, but he was dragged by Sheng Jianghe to nowhere. Oranges."
Sheng Chuan was stunned for a moment: "... What did you say?"
Shengjiang Hedao: "You and I can go back to your hometown to sell oranges."