Chuzheng changed flowers for Xia Qiu's room every day, and Xia Qiu looked at it every time at first.
Maybe I got used to it later, I almost never saw it, let the bunch of flowers come in the morning and go away in the evening.
Chuzheng asked people to spread a fluffy carpet on the floor of Xiaqiu's room, and the air conditioner was at the right temperature, neither too cold nor too hot.
Xia Qiu didn't like the bed. After the rug, he never touched the bed again.
Except for the time in the sleeping closet, the rest of the time is sleeping on the carpet.
Chuzheng asked people to move the bed out.
Without the bed, the room looks more empty.
"Do you have any hobbies?"
Xia Qiu pointed at himself.
"Well, you."
Xia Qiu looked up at the ceiling, turned his head slowly, and looked at Chuzheng.
He wrote two words on the white paper.
"draw?"
Chuzheng brought him drawing tools the next day.
Xia Qiu stood aside, watching Chuzheng assemble for him, standing to her left for a while, and then to the right for a while.
From time to time, I also give Chuzheng things.
The easel was quickly assembled, and Chuzheng asked Xia Qiu to try it.
Xia Qiu should have learned some things, and his paintings are quite similar.
If you can paint, Xia Qiu doesn't spend a lot of time looking at the wall in a daze.
Sitting in front of the easel most of the time.
Chuzheng has seen his finished painting, and he is repeating the painting of this room.
But there are changes.
For example, the first painting should be when he first lived in this room.
to the current state of the room.
"Why did you draw this over and over again?"
Xia Qiu glanced at her, then lowered her head to paint on the drawing board, ignoring his questions.
It's like he must take the candy one by one from Chuzheng's palm...
Chu Zheng did not dare to speak to him.
The patient is vulnerable.
"It's getting late, so I won't draw today, okay?" Chu Zheng and Xia Qiu discussed.
Xia Qiu put down the brush.
Chuzheng fetched water to clean the paint from his hands and changed him into clean clothes.
"You can't get up and paint secretly at night, can you do it?"
For several nights he fell asleep and suddenly got up to paint.
Xia Qiu stared at the rippling water in the basin and did not respond to Chuzheng.
Chuzheng wiped his hands with a clean handkerchief and put them on his knees, "Let's make an agreement, as long as you don't get up to paint at night, will I have dinner with you in the future?"
Xia Qiu reacted, he reached out and grabbed Chu Zheng's hand, and his little finger hooked her little finger hook.
Chuzheng: "… "
Chuzheng touched his head, "Promise I will do it."
Xia Qiu nodded, got up and walked to the corner, stuffed himself into the blanket, and closed his eyes obediently.
Chuzheng: "… "
Gotta get him out of here quickly.
But Xia Qiu is still a suspect...
Chuzheng didn't believe that her little thing would kill, there must be another murderer.
Xia Qiu's suspicion will be cleared only if the murderer is caught.
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into the night.
The hospital corridor was so quiet that needles could be heard falling, and the lights at the nurse's station were on, but it still looked gloomy.
In the ward, Xia Qiu curled up into a ball, pinching the soft flesh of his household registration with his fingers.
"I don't paint at night."
"I don't paint at night."
He didn't make a sound, just opened and closed his lips, repeating these words over and over again.
Xia Qiu got up several times, lay back again, and whispered this sentence.
"Don't draw... don't draw..."
Xia Qiu didn't know how long he had been reading.
When the first rays of light entered the ward that day, he immediately turned over, sat obediently in the place where he usually ate, and waited with pursed lips.
The sun was rising, and the nurse brought in breakfast.
Xia Qiu waited until the breakfast was cold, and the door was closed.
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Chuzheng went to the crime scene last night, because there were three places at the crime scene, and she ran back and forth.
Today, I was unlucky to encounter a car accident and was directly blocked on the road.
It was almost ten o'clock when we arrived at the hospital.
Chuzheng asked a colleague to help, but Xia Qiu... Colleague said he couldn't help.
Xia Qiu now only recognizes him.
He doesn't listen to what others say.
Really don't listen.
It's that kind of - you can say it, I'll lose if I hear a word.
So I thought I would see a bad picture when I went to Xia Qiu, but it didn't.
Xia Qiu sat obediently at the small table, and it seemed that everything was normal.
Chu Zheng felt a little guilty, "I'm sorry, I'm late."
Xia Qiu lowered his head, reached out to touch the chopsticks, and started to eat breakfast.
The breakfast was cold early.
Chuzheng stopped him, "Don't eat this, I'll bring it hot."
Xia Qiu avoided Chuzheng and silently ate the cold breakfast.
Chuzheng's brows twitched.
There's still something going on!
Xia Qiu used to eat slowly in the past, but this time it was fast. Chuzheng didn't dare to grab it for fear of irritating him.
By the time Chuzheng snatched the bowl from Xia Qiu, Xia Qiu had already eaten half of it.
He glanced at Chuzheng, got up and walked to the corner, wrapped himself in a blanket and curled up into a ball.
Chuzheng: "… "
Who am I riding for!
Why are you still suffering here now!
Whoever loves to serve who will serve!
She quit!
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ten minutes.
Chuzheng sat next to Xia Qiu and tried to pull the blanket.
Xia Qiu pulled the blanket so tightly that it couldn't be pulled at all.
"I know it's my fault for being late, don't be angry."
No matter what Chuzheng said, Xia Qiu refused to show his head.
Chuzheng took a breath, "As long as you don't get angry, I promise you a condition."
The blanket covering his head was removed by Xia Qiu, revealing a slightly red face.
He stared at Chuzheng, as if asking—really
"real."
Xia Qiu stared at her intently, for a full minute, he nodded slowly.
"Then what's your request?"
Xia Qiu doesn't ask for it now, he wants to save it and ask it later.
"Okay." His little things are not only pets.
Xia Qiu was not at ease, so he asked Chu Zheng to write him an IOU, which he had to sign and sign.
Chuzheng: "..." Pet, want pet.
Chuzheng watched Xia Qiu put away the IOU, "Then get up for breakfast, I have to go to work later."
Xia Qiu was satisfied, and sat down with a well-behaved face.
"Does your stomach hurt?" Eating so much cold food early in the morning.
Xia Qiu shook his head.
"Tell me if you feel uncomfortable. Even if you are angry in the future, you can't toss yourself."
Xia Qiu tilted his head and tapped his head twice.
Chuzheng accompanies Xia Qiu to finish breakfast and start to work today.
Chu Zheng met Captain Song in the hall downstairs in the afternoon.
Captain Song should have gone to see Xia Qiu and stopped her with a strange expression.
Chuzheng greeted him indifferently: "Captain Song."
"Doctor Chu, why did Xia Qiu's room become like that?" He almost thought he had gone to the wrong place today.
"For treatment."
"… "
Captain Song doesn't quite understand it either, but... no one should treat him like this, right
After all, they are doctors, so Captain Song is not easy to question.
"How is Xia Qiu's situation?"
Chuzheng: "Recently, my mood is relatively stable."
Captain Song seemed to see the dawn, "When can you ask him about the case?"
Chu Zheng glanced at him and said slowly, "Captain Song, do you think Xia Qiu is really the murderer?"
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Hee hee hee, monthly pass~~