Early the next morning, before the boy woke up, Yan Bei was already leaving. Today happened to be a holiday, so he had to go there early and follow his father to see how he made arrangements.
Looking at the boy who was still asleep, Yan Bei couldn't help but smile, leaned over carefully, and placed a light kiss on the boy's forehead.
Then leave.
The door was gently closed, and within five minutes, the sleeping person in the clothes opened his eyes and sat up in confusion.
"Yan Bei..."
He softly called his lover's name, but there was no response.
He Qing suddenly felt a little flustered, although he didn't know where the panic came from, so he turned his gaze to the note by the table.
[Ah Qing, I've bought breakfast for you, and I'll bring you a supper when I come back in the evening.]
Looking down at the vigorous handwriting, the panic in the young man's heart faded away, and he couldn't help but curl up his mouth happily, and got up to wash.
Today is a rest day, he can stay in the hospital for a longer time, and he can help his mother massage more.
The phone ran out of battery again, so he left the phone in the dormitory to charge, packed up his things, thought for a while, He Qing folded the note carefully, put it in his pocket as a treasure, and went out happily.
The sun is shining and everything is fine.
As usual, he bought his mother's favorite porridge downstairs in the hospital. When he passed the nurse's station with a smile on his face, nurse Zhang was on the phone with a landline.
He Qing passed by her and said with a smile, "Sister Zhang, good morning."
The middle-aged nurse who was supposed to reply him good morning saw him, immediately put down the landline, and walked out of the nurse's station with a solemn expression.
"Ah Qing, I happened to be calling you just now, but I couldn't get through."
Seeing the expression on her face clearly, the young man looked helpless, "Sister Zhang, what's wrong?"
Seeing him like this, the nurse felt a little uncomfortable, this is still a child.
"Your mother, her condition suddenly deteriorated. The doctor is resuscitating her, and she is still in the operating room..."
—The porridge landed and splashed on the white shoes.
He Qing's face turned pale instantly, "My mother, mother?"
"It was fine at first, but she woke up early today and was watching TV all the time, but when we went to the ward round, we saw that something was wrong with her, so I rushed to the rescue..."
"Ah Qing, don't worry, your mother has been recovering well, anyway... eh..."
The nurse wanted to comfort him, but she didn't know what to say to him. Seeing this filial child who was still in school trembling and crying, she felt uncomfortable.
The young man sat in front of the operating room in a daze, waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting until the lights in the hospital corridor were turned on. He looked up with a pale face and watched the door slowly open.
"Sorry, we tried our best..."
He Qing stood there in a daze, one after another people moved away from him, and some people were talking to him.
Mother…
"My son is obedient. When mom saves enough money, we will run away, and we will never let others beat you again."
"Don't hit my son! If you want to hit me, hit me!"
"Ah Qing, Ah Qing, don't be afraid, mom doesn't hurt..."
"Mommy mommy… "
Nurse Zhang heard from her colleagues that the rescue of He Qing's mother was ineffective, and when she rushed over, she saw the emaciated figure of the boy kneeling on the spot, trembling and crying bitterly.
She couldn't bear to wipe away her tears.
This is still a child.
It was a bit late when Wen Hui got the news. Holding his painful wound and struggling to climb upstairs, what he saw was a boy with a numb face who was being helped up by a nurse.
"Ah Ching..."
The man didn't know how to describe the young man's expression at the moment. The beautiful eyes that were timid but always full of hope were now full of numbness, and tears fell one after another, as if they were dripping on Wen Hui's heart.
He felt a pain in his heart, and regardless of the painful wound, he almost rushed to the boy, hugged him in his arms, and comforted him with trembling hands.
"Ah Qing, it's okay, it's okay."
The nurse sighed, "Please comfort Ah Qing well."
She had seen this man come to see Mother He a few times, and thought he was a relative of the young man. She was an outsider, so it was better not to cause trouble.
What the nurse didn't know was that after she left, the boy pushed the man away fiercely, just hitting Wen Hui's wound. He hissed and had to back away.
"Ah Ching..."
Looking at him with unbelievable eyes, the young man's eyes were red, and his vision was full of collapse, "Why are you like a shadow! I don't want to see you! You go!"
"Ah Qing, I'm worried about you..."
"Who needs your worry! Now that my mother is gone, why are you worried about me? Worried that you won't be able to control me in the future?"
Seeing the young man whose expression collapsed and kept crying, Wen Hui had never felt so uncomfortable at this moment.
He defended in vain, "No, Ah Qing, I'm really worried about you..."
Seeing the man approaching him while talking, He Qing's eyes became more and more broken, and he yelled suddenly:
"Don't come here!"
Crying so hard that he couldn't make a sound, the boy stepped back to the window, sobbing, and said in a trembling voice, "Come here again, and I'll jump off!"
"Ah Ching!"
Frightened by his words, Wen Hui's eyes were full of panic. He put his hands in a gesture of surrender, retreated a little bit, and tried to coax him with a calm voice, "Don't do stupid things, I, I Don't go, I won't pester you, I was wrong, you come down quickly... "
"You are still young, you still have to work in the future, come down quickly..."
His eyes were reddened by his words, and the boy couldn't stop crying, "What's the use of being young... Mom..."
His dependence on his mother has completely surpassed that of ordinary people. When He Qing escaped, he chose to take his mother away instead of calling the police, because he was afraid that his mother would know that he was imprisoned...
Wen Hui watched the young man's hand propped on the window, and his eyes burst into tears, "Ah Qing!!"
"Don't! Don't do this!"
"You, you still have that Yan Bei, you and him, aren't you together?"
The boy's movements stopped, and he looked over in a daze, "Yan Bei..."
"Yes, you still have Yan Bei..." No one knew how desperate Wen Hui was in his mood at the moment. He forced a conciliatory smile and said, "Don't you like him very much? If you jump off, you will never see him again." Not to him..."
Wen Hui knew the importance of Mama He to He Qing. It is no exaggeration to say that all his thoughts were on Mama He, and all his motivation to live was to cure Mama He.
He once asked his psychiatrist friend, and he concluded that because of his father’s domestic violence when he was a child, the teenager protected by his mother regarded his mother as the only one, and either let him go on like this forever, or find a new life goal for him.
Wen Hui wanted to be the replacement of Mother He in the heart of the teenager, but he still failed in the end.
Thinking of what his friend said, Wen Hui's heart ached. He felt sorry for the boy who lost his mother, but at the same time, he also wanted to seize this opportunity.
Ah Qing is like a silk grass, without the big tree she relies on, she doesn't want to continue living. Now that Yan Bei replaced Mama He...
Thinking of the news he received, the man's eyes sank, he stretched out his hand to the young man, and said softly, "Ah Qing, may I take you to find Yan Bei?"
While the boy lost his mind when he heard Yan Bei's name, Wen Hui slowly stepped forward, grabbed his arm, and smiled at him.
Then replace Yan Bei and become the new big tree.
Anyway, if no one loves Ah Qing, Ah Qing can only love him.
—
Yan Bei always felt a little restless today, and he attributed these situations to being a little nervous coming out with his father for the first time.
For his son, who used to focus on eating, drinking and having fun, to suddenly become energetic, Yan Bei's father was happy to see the success, and taught his son various precautions along the way.
"The person in charge of this project this time is their major shareholder. He has no other hobbies, but likes to collect paintings. I heard that he once paid tens of millions of dollars for a painting.
It was not painted by a master, but a small artist who was not very famous in our country at the time. The money was exchanged for more than 100 million yuan, so I dealt with him and said that there was nothing wrong with the painting. "
Yan Bei's father was self-made at the beginning, and his education was not very high, but he can make a fortune by relying on his own ability, which is also very particular.
Listening to him talking about painting, Yan Bei couldn't help but think of the perverted painter who was pestering his little lover, and then the little lover who was alone at school.
He should have gone back to school by now, and he didn't know if he would be afraid to sleep alone, or he would hide in a corner and call Ah Qing later to comfort him.
"Since you have decided to study, then study hard for me. Don't always play tricks like your cronies. If you let me know, see how I will deal with you."
Yan Bei's gaze paused, and he answered impatiently like before, "I know, I know."
This is the reason why he kept hiding his relationship with Ah Qing. Yan Bei's father was a little tainted when he made his fortune. Although he was later washed, he still couldn't change some habits.
If he knew that Yan Bei was with a man, what he would definitely do would be to beat him up and lock him up, and then warn Ah Qing in various ways.
It doesn't matter if he gets beaten up, what he's afraid of is that his father will threaten Ah Qing, and the school will know that Ah Qing is so timid...
But it doesn't matter, he is working hard at school every day, and soon his father will slowly delegate power, and when he has the ability to protect Ah Qing, he will no longer have to hide it.
With such good expectations, Yan Bei followed his father to meet the owner of the art exhibition.
Although he has a typical British face, his father is a native of Huaguo. When he came to Huaguo, others call him Mr. Zhou.
After saying hello to his father, Yan Bei stayed beside them quietly, listening to Mr. Zhou's unproficient Chinese conversation.
"I originally wanted to treasure these paintings for the rest of my life, but one of them is so beautiful that it deserves to be seen by everyone, so I came to Huaguo."
"Really? Actually, I also like beautiful paintings. If you can praise Mr. Zhou so much, those paintings must be amazing!"
Hearing his father's yearning tone, Yan Bei had a just right smile on his face, but he couldn't stop laughing in his heart.
How could he remember that his father once said that anyone who buys a painting for more than 100 yuan is a fool
Sure enough, the businessman relies on one mouth, let's see what his father can do.
Regardless of whether the painting is true or not, Mr. Zhou from abroad was greatly benefited by Father Yan's praise. With an excited smile on his face, he said excitedly, "Actually, when I bought the painting from the painter who created miracles, I once I promised him that I would never show this painting to others, but the person in the painting is so beautiful, I wanted to share its beauty with others so much, so I went to beg the artist, he didn't agree at first, but I Did not give up, kept pleading."
"Finally, last week, he agreed to my request. I was so excited that I rushed to Huaguo immediately, just to let everyone see it."
"In your country, it's called Sangu Latrine, right?"
Father Yan didn't seem to realize that he had read it wrong, and nodded, "Yes, that's right, Mr. Zhou, your sincerity touched that painter."
Yan Bei took a sip of the red wine, coughed lightly to cover the corner of his mouth that was about to smile.
"Cough." After suppressing his smile, he looked at Mr. Zhou in a disguised manner, "Mr. Zhou, why do you have to come to China?"
The bearded Mr. Zhou stared deeply at a picture frame covered with black cloth in the center of the hall with his pair of blue eyes.
"That's because the artist who created the miracle said that the person in the painting is in the country of China, and he is a native of the country of China."
He excitedly said to Father Yan, "I also have half of Hua people's blood flowing in my body, and my father is a Hua country!"
With a crappy accent, he said heavily, "This is fate! It must be fate!"
Father Yan raised his glass, "Yes, that's right, it's fate, for this fate, let's have a drink."
Seeing the two of them drinking one cup after another, Yan Bei looked at the painting covered in black cloth a little bored.
This painting looks quite big, but why is it covered with black cloth
He didn't ask because Father Yan had already asked.
Mr. Zhou was still very emotional after drinking, and when he heard his question, he answered affirmatively, "I will wait until everyone has arrived, and let them see this painting in front of everyone, it is simply too beautiful. "
"Actually, I have another idea. I want to find the person in the painting. He is really beautiful, but the artist insists on not revealing his information. Otherwise, maybe we have met long ago."
"But fortunately, I just received a call from him. He said that he would also come to visit my art exhibition. This is really great. I really hope he can tell me the name of the person in the painting and where he lives."
Being curious by what he said, Yan Bei couldn't help but look at the painting covered in black cloth again. What kind of painting could fascinate Mr. Zhou so much
The feelings of foreigners are leaked, really deep.
Speaking of feelings, should he secretly call Ah Qing
Ignoring Father Yan blowing his beard and staring at him, Yan Bei put down his wine glass, said hello and left.
Hiding in the corner, what I heard was the sound of shutting down the phone.
It seemed that the idiot's cell phone was turned off again. Fortunately, he was prepared. Touching the cell phone in another pocket on his body, Yan Bei couldn't help showing a smile.
He bought this mobile phone on the way home, and it was the same model as his mobile phone. Now he hasn't got his father, and their relationship can be made public in the future, not only shoes, mobile phones, but also clothes, underwear , have to wear the same!
In this way, everyone will know that Ah Qing is his.
Thinking happily, Yan Bei turned his mouth up and returned to his father, not caring about the harsh stare.
"Have you learned what I just taught you!"
"I learned it, isn't it just flattering!"
Yan Bei answered casually, but his mind was full of what Ah Qing was doing now.
Father Yan was so annoyed by his attitude that he had no choice but to drag him towards the side of the painting, "Mr. Zhou said that this canvas will be removed soon, no matter what the painting looks like, you have to give it to me." Show off a flower."
"Understand, no matter how bad the painting is, I will blow it up."
Yan Bei made a gesture that he knew, and then he stopped running around, and obediently followed Yan's father to stand where he was.
The bearded Mr. Zhou just happened to come over, and with an excited smile on his face, he announced, "You will see this painting soon, and you will understand how beautiful this painting is."
Almost the moment he said it, the black canvas was lifted, and Yan Bei casually forgot to go up, but his eyes suddenly stopped.
Wen Hui led the tear-stained boy across the corner, just in time to see the canvas being taken off, attracted by the loud noise, the boy looked up, but suddenly bumped into the painting.
Suddenly, the blood all over his body turned cold, and he froze in place.
In front of him was the back view of Yan Bei and Father Yan. Mr. Zhou patted Father Yan on the shoulder proudly, "Look, it's so beautiful, every time I see it, I forget to breathe."
Father Yan looked up, then lowered his head with some toothache, and said vaguely, "Yes, yes, it's so beautiful."
When Mr. Zhou went to ask someone else to pat him on the shoulder, he yelled at his son who was looking straight at the painting in a low voice, "What are you looking at? It's indecent!"
To Father Yan, it was indeed indecent.
The boy in the painting is lying in a pile of red flowers, his ankles are full of blood, his white body is in sharp contrast with the red flowers, he is naked, although the important parts are covered by the petals, it still makes people feel to erotica.
The most important thing is that he is crying, his eyes are full of grief and sadness that happiness has been destroyed, but there is still a glimmer of hope for life.
These words were recited by Mr. Zhou next to them, and Father Yan felt his teeth hurt even more.
"I can understand it if it's a girl, but the picture is a boy, right?"
"Hey, Yan Bei, tell me, the person in this painting is not very serious at first glance. Does that Mr. Zhou have any special hobbies?"
"Yan Bei, do you know that you can't learn these nonsense in the future? Even your pair of friends, if they are like this, you should leave me quickly."
Standing behind them, Father Yan's words fell into the young man's ears without hesitation. He trembled, staring fixedly at his lover's back, not daring to move away at all.
He was afraid, afraid that when he raised his eyes, he would see the painting representing humiliation.
For He Qing, the appearance of this painting is no different from public execution. What is even more frightening is that his lover saw this painting.
In the painting, he was put in such a pose, completely naked, what would Yan Bei think when he saw it
Does he feel dirty
Is the person next to him his father
Yan Bei's father... said he was no good...
Blood was bitten out of his mouth, and the sweet taste filled his mouth. The boy shook his body and looked at his lover without daring to blink.
Yan Bei, please...
don't dislike me...
don't think i'm dirty...
I will listen, I will listen to you...
You like to touch my hand, I will touch it for you every day, please...
Only a few seconds passed, but to the boy, it seemed as long as a century had passed.
He heard Qingyue's pleasant voice from his lover, "Well, I know, it won't."
No, what did he say no
The blood is not only cold, but also frozen.
He Qing seemed to be standing in the ice and snow in winter, from top to bottom, from head to toe, even his heart was cold.
He heard Father Yan say with great relief, "Okay, just promise me that you won't play with those dubious people!"
"This painting is disgusting, don't look at it."
The boy was stunned, and heard his lover say, "It's really disgusting."
He said he was... disgusting
He Qing wanted to go forward, but after taking the first step, he felt powerless all over for some reason. He fell down in a daze, and was caught by the silent man beside him.
In Wen Hui's eyes was the satisfaction of getting what he wanted, looking at the young man's dazed look, the corners of his mouth slightly curled up.
He didn't make a sound, supported the young man, and slowly walked out of the hall.
Great, from now on, Ah Qing's big tree will be him.
Yan Bei stood upright, looking at the painting with bloodshot eyes, tightly clenched his fists hanging by his legs
this painting!
Was it that perverted painter who imprisoned Ah Qing and drew it
Ah Qing must have been so desperate at that time, she had to endure so much pain at such a young age.
One month!
Has Ah Qing been insulted like this all this month
That painter is disgusting!
He actually took out such paintings and sold them for money!
He must, must tear that person into pieces!
Also, this painting must not be seen by Ah Qing, he is so timid and sensitive, if he saw it, he might feel sad.
Be sure to find a way to hide this painting!