The door of the bathroom is an ordinary aluminum alloy door, and the sound insulation is very poor.
Listening to the sound of splashing water, Song Yu's eyes fell on the medicine bottle on the table, and his mind was changed.
In the two months prior to his suicide, his condition had worsened considerably, with recurrent migraines, difficulty sleeping normally, and extreme anxiety. In the last follow-up visit, the doctor prescribed two more medicines, and repeatedly asked to stop working as soon as possible.
He didn’t take it too seriously. At that time, he was filming a war art film. The character he played had a tragic fate. He thought it was because he was too immersed in the character that the disease worsened. Once the film was finished, it would be fine to get out of the role. up.
Since his rebirth, after knowing the relationship between Meng Shiping and Han Jin, he had a bold guess in the process of constantly reviewing the past. Perhaps it wasn't that he was too immersed in the role, or that his will to survive was weak, but that someone changed his medicine without anyone knowing it, so that he had been eaten by despair for two months before the end of his life , until only a riddled body remains.
Because of this guess, Rebirth went to the two follow-up consultations in the past two months by himself, and kept all his medicines by himself. On the surface, he was calm, but in fact he was like a soldier, wary of everyone around him. Even if the little assistant just touched his bag, he had subconsciously shown his fangs, even if he would rather not take the medicine than contact Meng Shiping to deliver it.
Song Yu squeezed the throbbing eyebrows, this tense state of constant defense and suspicion made him a little exhausted, he felt that he had lost the ability to trust a person.
If it wasn't for Zhou Yanqing's wet appearance at the door of his room just now, causing his empty chest to thump for a long time, he even felt that he had lost the ability to respond emotionally to external stimuli.
He vaguely felt that he was developing in another direction that was out of control. If he didn't forcibly curb it, it was very likely that his life would end up like his mother's.
The sound of water stopped, and Song Yu glanced in the direction of the bathroom.
Zhou Yanqing changed into his pajamas and was not in a hurry to open the door. He wiped off the mist on the glass with a paper and saw his face, which was red and hot.
It wasn't steamed by hot water, it had been like this since he walked into Song Yu's room again with his toiletries. Turning on the faucet, Zhou Yan took a handful of cold water and splashed it on his face, which made him feel better. The wet palm was pressed towards the heart through the loose black T-shirt. After a while, Zhou Yanqing let out a breath, covered his head with a dry towel and left the bathroom.
Song Yu just opened the lid of the thermos cup. He took the medicine with Zhou Yanqing's freshly brewed scented tea. The pills and water slipped smoothly into his throat before he opened his mouth. He said, "Sit."
There was a simple small wooden table and two plastic stools in the room, and Zhou Yan sat opposite Song Yu with a stiff neck.
There was an open storage bag on the table, and medicine bottles and boxes were spread out on the table. Zhou Yanqing avoided his gaze, put his hand on the towel and kept rubbing his short, almost dry hair.
The corner of Song Yu's mouth raised unconsciously. He put the medicine box into the storage bag and asked, "Xiao Zhou, do you know what disease I have?"
Zhou Yan paused with his hands lightly, he couldn't figure out what Song Yu meant. From the reaction in the hotel room and the medicine bottle with the label torn off, it could be seen that Song Yu didn't want others to know what was wrong with him. But Song Yu had no scruples to mention insomnia and seeing a doctor in front of the new employees on his first day of employment, and it seemed that he didn't want to hide it deliberately.
"Teacher Song, is it anxiety...?" Zhou Yanqing chose an ambiguous answer. It would be too hypocritical to lie and say that he didn't know after witnessing the onset of Song Yu's physical symptoms of depression.
In Song Yu's eyes, Zhou Yanqing's conjecture was a kind of cautious guess that he dared not go beyond, and Zhou Yanqing's answer was also within his expectations.
He handed Zhou Yanqing a bottle of purified water prepared by the program group, and said nonchalantly, "It's severe depression combined with anxiety."
Song Yu's thoughts were the same as Zhou Yanqing's guess, he really wanted to hide his illness, but Zhou Yanqing was not included. As his personal assistant, Zhou Yanqing will be almost inseparable from him in the future, which will affect his work, and he shouldn't and can't hide it.
Song Yu's sudden frankness made Zhou Yanqing a little at a loss, he rubbed his palms together and said dryly, "It will be fine."
It's a statement, not a question.
Song Yu obviously didn't expect Zhou Yanqing's reaction like this, raised his eyebrows in surprise, and changed the subject: "Xiao Zhou, do you like my movie?"
"I like it, of course I like it. I have seen all your works." Zhou Yanqing was a little excited when he mentioned the movie. He originally wanted to say "I have seen all your movies", but fortunately he soon realized that it was two years ago. Song Yu only acted in two movies.
Song Yu didn't notice Zhou Yanqing's strangeness. He was observing the little assistant's eyes seriously. It was the same as when he opened the office and the two almost collided head-on that day. The wet eyeballs of the little assistant reflected brilliant light.
Song Yu's frank gaze made Zhou Yanqing very uncomfortable, and he lowered his head.
"Do you know why I told you this?" Song Yu asked again.
Zhou Yan shook his head lightly, he really didn't know Song Yu's purpose.
"Brother Meng should have asked you to sign a non-disclosure agreement when you joined the job, right?" Song Yu's voice was a little low, as if he was trying to confuse people.
Zhou Yanqing suddenly raised his head. He understood Song Yu's meaning and hurriedly explained: "Mr. Song, don't worry, I will definitely keep this kind of thing a secret!"
There was only one ceiling lamp that was not too bright in the room, Song Yu was facing away from the light, his eyebrows and eyes were hidden in the shadows, and the smile on his face was fleeting.
Song Yu raised his head and looked at Zhou Yanqing, with a rare seriousness on his face, he asked: "You will know more of my secrets little by little in the future, can I trust you?"
Secret, Zhou Yanqing silently read these two words in his mind. For a moment, he felt that the secret Song Yu said had a deeper meaning, and he himself came here for the secret.
Zhou Yanqing turned his gaze away from Song Yu's whirlpool-like pupils. He pointed at the sky with three fingers as if making an oath, and said firmly, "Please trust me."
There is no cumbersome rhetoric, and the gorgeous oath has the weight of a great burden.
Song Yu's mind froze for a moment, and suddenly he laughed, and gave a soft "um".
It was getting late, Zhou Yanqing put away the changed clothes, said hello, got up and left, and was stopped by Song Yu just as he walked to the door.
Zhou Yanqing stood in the faint light at the door, and Song Yu came over after a few seconds. He handed the storage bag containing the medicine to Zhou Yanqing: "Reminding artists to take medicine on time is also one of the assistant's jobs." Song Yu handed out another small note, "This is my mobile phone number and WeChat ID. Say hello to me wherever you are going in the future."
Zhou Yanqing's wet eyes trembled faintly, he slid his Adam's apple and grabbed the bag tightly, and replied solemnly: "Okay!"
There was no light in the corridor, Zhou Yan turned around lightly and disappeared into the darkness, the corners of his raised mouth dropped instantly.
Rubbing the fine-textured waterproof storage bag in his hand with his fingertips, Zhou Yanqing's eyes were fixed in the darkness, and he closed the storage bag in his arms with preciousness and importance. It contained not only medicine, but also Song Yu's Finally handed over a heavy trust.
The sound of Zhou Yan's light and quick footsteps completely disappeared in the dark stairwell, and Song Yu closed the door.
The rain has stopped, but the wind is still strong, blowing the glass like a whistle.
Song Yu opened the small wooden door leading to the balcony, and a cardboard shell folded into several layers fell to the ground along the crack of the door. Song Yu stared at the paper shell for two seconds before suddenly remembering that it was lightly stuffed by Zhou Yan.
I don't know if the door is not installed properly or the spring lock is broken. When the wind blows on the door, it rattles. Zhou Yanqing made a cardboard box and stuffed it in the crack of the door just now, muttering that it was too noisy. sleep.
The corners of Song Yu's mouth curled up unconsciously, and he kicked the paper shell to the corner. The outside is said to be a balcony, but it is actually a narrow corridor used by rural people to dry clothes.
The corridor was very dark, Song Yu was leaning against the door frame, half of his body was standing under the light and half was in the darkness.
The slanting wind mixed with cold rain hit his face, which made Song Yu's chaotic brain wake up a lot, and an imperceptible apology rippled in his eyes.
A few minutes ago, he despicably used or bribed his little assistant in a seemingly honest way.
A few days ago when he opened the door of his office, he almost bumped into Zhou Yanqing head-on. The little assistant's expressions of admiration, fascination, and panic all came into his eyes when he was in a panic.
He is used to seeing all kinds of vivid facial expressions of movie fans and fans, and he can easily see Zhou Yanqing's admiration for him.
From that moment on, he had some ideas, whether to win over or buy, he wanted the little assistant to be his own.
Han Jin hasn't appeared yet, and many things haven't happened yet, but Song Yu, who appeared in the previous life, can no longer be trusted. And the assistant he recruited into the company on a temporary basis seems to be a good candidate, a little young and reckless, not deeply involved in the world and easy to tame.
Besides, the little assistant has an obvious admiration for him. This kind of admiration, which sounds a little humble, is even stronger than love. Love needs equal emotional exchange to last, and admiration has the self-consciousness of keeping a respectful distance.
Therefore, he has been constantly testing and observing Zhou Yanqing from the very beginning. He seemed to have no intention of disclosing his illness to attract Zhou Yanqing's attention, and he made no effort to hide his fatigue when the little assistant delivered scented tea, repeatedly making Zhou Yanqing choose to stand in line.
This kind of temptation can be called bribery. For admirers, there should be nothing more exciting, positive, and steadfast than knowing the idol's secret and gaining the idol's trust.
The little assistant's reaction did not disappoint him, especially when the little assistant handed over the storage bag piously with his wet eyes filled with joy, he confirmed that Zhou Yanqing would definitely be loyal to him.
With a "ding", the mobile phone in the pocket of the windbreaker issued a notification tone.
Song Yu's out-of-focus eyes blinked imperceptibly quickly and regained clarity.
He took out his mobile phone, it was a message from Meng Shiping, asking about tomorrow's shooting plan. After briefly replying to the message, Song Yu was about to log out of WeChat when he saw a red number 1 in the "Contacts".
I opened the "Contacts" with my fingertips, and there was a new friend request, and I knew it belonged to the little assistant without guessing.
Zhou Yanqing's WeChat nickname is "Yanzi Huishi", which is as poetic and picturesque as his real name. His profile picture is an orange cat lying on the ground and dozing lazily.
[Ms. Song, I am Xiao Zhou, and this is my WeChat ID. If you have anything to do, please send me a message anytime, and I will be online. That doesn't bother you anymore, you go to bed early.]
The lines were full of restrained joy, Song Yu sighed lightly, and replied "you should go to bed earlier", and never looked at the phone again.