He Qing slept very restlessly. Even though he was lying in the arms of the man, his gauze-wrapped hands still ignored the pain and grabbed Feng Xinyang's clothes to prevent him from leaving. , in Ah Qing's eyes, is it time for them to break up at this time
Eight years have passed, and Zhao He has long forgotten the original love and affection. All he remembers is the pain of knowing that he was betrayed, and the hatred... Now from the perspective of a bystander, his Only then did he realize how much Ah Qing relied on him back then.
Although, he now has the wrong person—
Watching helplessly as the young man called his name and relied on another person, he couldn't tell what kind of emotion surged up in his heart for a moment. This kind of emotion, when Feng Xinyang wanted to leave, the sleeping young man reflexively grabbed him. Let go time peaked.
——Yan Xizhi has been covering the injured half of his face since he heard the voice, for fear of scaring He Qing, but from the beginning to the end, the young man never raised his eyes to look at him. Zhao He pulled out, Ning Feng was not with him, he stood by the door, looked at He Qing who was leaning on Feng Xinyang's arms, his body was motionless, as if he had been frozen.
"Zhao He, what happened to Ah Qing eight years ago!" Yan Xizhi cut to the chase and asked directly: "His memory was eight years ago, but since he woke up, he has relied too much on Feng Xinyang, and even feared everyone. How did you save Ah Qing back then, and what happened to him!"
Facing Yan Xizhi's questioning, Zhao He knew nothing, and he himself was very confused, "No, I never saved Ah Qing..."
Thinking of the way the young man threw himself into Feng Xinyang's arms as if seeing redemption, and murmured his name, Zhao He held his aching head and tried hard to recall what happened back then.
It's just that in the past eight years, he deliberately made himself not think of the goodness of the young man, and only repeatedly recalled that humiliating day. He fell off the altar, promised his lover who had been together for a lifetime to leave without saying goodbye, and left an insulting letter …
"The letter was forged by Lin Wan." Yan Xizhi's expression remained unchanged, and his tone was flat, "And the phone call on the day Ah Qing had an accident was also made by Lin Wan."
He looked at the man who suddenly stiffened and looked at him in disbelief, and a malicious smile appeared on the twisted half of his face.
Ah Qing is suffering because of Zhao He, so let Zhao He suffer too.
Let him understand what he missed.
Yan Xizhi twitched his wound, and said in a slow and hoarse voice, "I contacted Lin Wan on the first day you met Ah Qing. I don't know why Ah Qing suddenly changed schools, but I do know. Lin Wan must have made great efforts."
Half of his face was still beautiful and delicate, the man showed a self-deprecating smile, "I want Ah Qing, but he loves you and Feng Xinyang, but he doesn't love me." The remorse in Yan Xizhi's heart almost crushed him, but he still Zhao He looked at him in disbelief, and slowly told the truth, "I thought that as long as Ah Qing knew that you two didn't care about him at all, he would give up on you and stay with me, but I didn't expect …”
Unexpectedly, one wrong step, one wrong step, from the time he decided to use this disgusting and despicable method to try to get the youth, the ending was already doomed.
He covered his eyes in embarrassment to prevent the tears from being seen, his voice was still hoarse and desolate, "I knew from the beginning that you misunderstood Ah Qing, because I concealed my selfish desires, Zhao He, since Ah Qing is at the end The person who thinks of it is you, even if it is pretending! You have to pretend to be in love with me!"
"As long as Ah Qing is obsessed with the past and can't remember about VN, maybe there is still a glimmer of life." Yan Xizhi put down his hand, and looked directly at Zhao He who had been frozen for a long time with red eyes, "Just let it be, you pay the debt."
After Zhao He left in a trance, Yan Xizhi closed his eyes, tears slipped from the wound, causing a stinging pain, because it had not been treated, the injury on his face became worse, making him look like a devil, a delicate man who was once aloof Looking at the ugly monster reflected in the glass, a wry smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
Not enough, it's not enough.
Compared with Ah Qing's suffering, what he did was nothing.
Ah Qing has been bullied by whom, and from whom has he suffered, he will help Ah Qing and pay back bit by bit!
The red, swollen and bruised hand was lifted up, and pressed hard on the wound, the blood that stopped not long ago flowed out again, it was very painful and painful, but Yan Xizhi seemed to be unable to feel the pain, and the wound deepened like self-torture , pus, blood, and the human face in the glass became even uglier.
The man put down his hand, his eyes were full of madness, he will definitely help Ah Qing drag those people to hell!
—Including, himself.
——
"We learned that the patient's memory went back to eight years ago, and it should be at the most vulnerable and most needy period. The direct impact was fear of contact with people, world-weary, and extreme dependence on the person who saved him at that time."
The psychiatrist talked eloquently, "Although the patient's memory is a little confused now, the advantage is that he is immersed in his own illusion and completely forgets vn. This situation is very beneficial to our treatment, and he is very helpful to Mr. Feng..." He paused, looked at the man with a dark face in front of him, and changed his words: "I have great trust in you, Mr. Zhao, and there is a great possibility that the patient will rely on this trust to get through the vn attack period."
Zhao He put his hand on the chair and asked in a deep voice, "Ah Qing said that I saved him, but in my memory, he has never been in danger, and I have never saved him."
The psychiatrist was stunned, and said with some uncertainty, "There is also a possibility that the patient encountered some unacceptable things eight years ago, and there was no one to save him at that time, so in his illusion, you were Patients have programmed their memories, making up the illusion of being saved by you."
The man's hands on the chair tightened tightly, and he stared at the doctor, "You mean, Ah Qing made up a fictional version of me to protect him?"
He didn't know what happened eight years ago, but he only had a quick glance. The frightened look of the young man was enough to make Zhao He's heart palpitate. He couldn't help recalling all the details back then, but there was nothing, nothing!
If Ah Qing really went through something alone, eight years ago, when he was still a teenager, how scared he would be...
Zhao He's hands were getting stronger and stronger, and the veins burst out, but he still didn't feel it, and finally, he asked in a shy voice, "Is it possible that someone appeared to protect Ah Qing, but his memory replaced me. "
The gloomy man looked at the doctor almost begging, but in the end he shook his head without hesitation, "Only when there is no protection, will you invent a person to protect yourself, the memory he fabricated out of fear is not It is not strict, so the spirit is always on the verge of collapse, and the wrong person will appear. When the patient's spirit completely collapses, no one knows what he will do to protect himself. I suggest that you be mentally prepared."
Ah Qing, what will you do...
In the beginning, what happened...
Zhao He walked all the way to the ward in a daze, he pushed open the door, and saw the young man sitting quietly by the bed and looking up out of the window, as if possessed by a demon, the man walked in, almost under the ground where his feet landed. For a moment, He Qing turned his head like a frightened rabbit, saw that it was Zhao He, and shrank into the corner of the wall in fright.
He hugged the quilt, hid himself behind the quilt, his whole body was shaking, tears were dripping from his red and swollen eyes, but he just didn't make a sound, as if in this way, no one would hurt him he.
Zhao He was in a trance, as if he heard the youthful and crisp voice.
"Ahe! Where shall we go on Sunday? Go pick fruit, shall we?"
"Ahe, Ahe! Look, I got the second place in the exam!"
"That's how happy you are when you come in second. If you get first in the exam, you're not happy!" The handsome young man smiled dotingly and nodded the nose of the slightly shorter handsome young man, his eyes full of smiles.
The handsome young man giggled nonchalantly, "Because Ah He is number one, I want to be closer to Ah He!"
"Stupid or not, you and I are not in the same class."
"Then I will be the first in the next test, and the two of us will be the first together!"
"Ah Crane! This is a gift for you..." The boy shyly handed over a box, wringing his fingers in embarrassment, "Didn't you always say that my hands are beautiful? I asked my mother, and I wanted my hands to look better. This will do."
"Ahe, you post it once a day, and your hands will look better soon!"
The handsome young man opened the box dumbfounded, and it turned out to be a pile of hand masks. He couldn't help laughing, and under the embarrassed and puzzled eyes of the handsome young man, he took his hand and kissed it, "I like it, It's Ah Qing's hand, it looks beautiful, and it's comfortable to kiss!"
"Ahe!!" The handsome young man was blushed by his sudden kiss, got angry for a while, and finally muttered awkwardly, "Well, I will take good care of my hand, anyway, I will Be a doctor too!"
be a doctor...
Zhao He stared blankly at the young man in front of him who was biting the corner of the quilt, crying silently, and his eyes were full of fear. His hands were tightly wrapped, and he couldn't see the original appearance clearly. The memories that had been deliberately hidden for the past eight years, in these two hands In front of the destroyed hands, they swarmed up.
"Ah Qing..." Zhao He opened his eyes, and he stretched out his hand, looking at his intact hands, tears fell down in a daze.
"It turned out that I was the traitor..."
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