There was a mirror in front of Chen Qianqing.
The man in the mirror looked at him with a smile, waved at him, and opened his mouth at him. The man had a handsome face, was wearing a white pajamas, his hair was slightly long, and it was messed up over his shoulders.
A voice from far to near, the voice is soft, elegant and soft, like the singing of an angel in a fairy tale. It all looked so beautiful until Chen Qianqing touched the cold mirror with his fingers.
The moment he touched the mirror with his fingertips, the bright and clean mirror began to shatter piece by piece, and thick red blood with a fishy smell flowed out of the crack.
In the mirror, he showed a bright smile to Chen Qianqing. His skin was cracked every inch, but his eyes were as bright as stars. He said to Chen Qianqing, "My death is the best revenge for you."
Chen Qianqing woke up from a nightmare.
It's exactly three o'clock in the morning, and Lu Zhengfei is sleeping beside him, sleeping with his eyes closed.
Chen Qianqing reached out and wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, staring at Zhong who was not far away and sighed softly.
Some things, not shown, have become heart disease.
Since returning to school, Chen Qianqing has never had a good night's sleep. The same is true today, he covered his eyes with his arms, and his face showed a somewhat dazed look.
When it was almost dawn, Lu Zhengfei realized that Chen Qianqing had not slept all night.
He knew that Chen Qianqing's sleep was not good, but he didn't expect that Chen Qianqing had reached the point where he couldn't sleep almost every night.
Just two days ago, at the recommendation of Xu Shaoren, Lu Zhengfei found a professional psychotherapy institution abroad, and the plane ticket to go abroad was scheduled for this afternoon.
Lu Zhengfei said, "Qianqing, haven't you slept yet?"
Chen Qianqing's pale face was covered with heavy dark circles, and he said, "Well, I had a nightmare."
Lu Zhengfei said, "What did you dream about?"
Chen Qianqing said: "I dreamed of Chen Qianqing and said that he hated me." - He just revealed this secret that should have been kept for a lifetime in such an indifferent and irrelevant manner.
Lu Zhengfei's reaction was a bit strange. He didn't ask Chen Qianqing why he said such a thing, but comforted: "No one will hate you, Qianqing, do you want to sleep a little longer for the air ticket in the afternoon."
Chen Qianqing sat up and shook his head.
Seeing this, Lu Zhengfei no longer persuaded him, so he had to go out and bring a glass of milk back, and hand it to Chen Qianqing: "Drink some, it's hot."
Chen Qianqing took it and slowly drank the milk.
Most people cannot tolerate insomnia. The feeling of lying on the bed, people are exhausted to the extreme, but closing their eyes is full of fragmentary pictures and harsh sounds, which makes people mad. One day or two days, and over time, even the Iron Man will have a nervous breakdown. Chen Qianqing is not an iron man, he has endured until now and has tried his best.
He only slept for dozens of minutes a day, and in these dozens of minutes he would be troubled by nightmares, and Chen Qianqing's mental state fell again and again. Lu Zhengfei saw it in his eyes and was anxious. After asking Xu Shaoren, he put sleeping pills in Chen Qianqing's milk.
Chen Qianqing would not take the initiative to use sleeping pills. In his opinion, he deserved the torture he suffered. Chen Qianqing also suffered from depression in those days, I'm afraid he was also in such pain at that time.
Chen Qianqing didn't need it, but Lu Zhengfei didn't want Chen Qianqing to torture himself. He watched Chen Qianqing drink the milk, then slowly closed his eyes and breathed evenly.
Chen Qianqing's calm expression, Lu Zhengfei has not seen it for a long time.
Recently, Chen Qianqing seems to have suddenly grown thorns, her speech and expressions are inviolable arrogance and indifference, and even the eyes that look at him have many complex expressions.
At first Lu Zhengfei thought it was Chen Qianqing who figured it out, but later he found out that Chen Qianqing not only didn't figure it out, but it was even more serious. And I don't want to go to the hospital to see.
Lu Zhengfei stretched out his fingers, slowly touched Chen Qianqing's forehead, and then slid down his forehead little by little, sliding over the lips that were not beautiful but bloodless, and slid over the slightly raised Adam's apple on the slender neck. , slid over the tight collarbone, and then placed the palm of his hand gently on Chen Qianqing's chest.
The ups and downs of the heartbeat made people know that the haggard-looking person in front of him was still alive. Lu Zhengfei looked at Chen Qianqing obsessively, lowered his head, and gave Chen Qianqing a kiss as light as a feather.
Chen Qianqing remained motionless, like the cursed Sleeping Beauty in a fairy tale.
Without any other cross-border actions, Lu Zhengfei stopped with a kiss, then got up and went to the study to get a laptop, sat on the chair beside Chen Qianqing's bed, and began to handle the mountain of official business.
Chen Qianqing, who fell asleep with the aid of sleeping pills, was still troubled by dreams. He felt that he was lying on a big bed, and his whole body was in pain, especially in the eye area. The pain even made his head dizzy.
A woman's voice sounded, a little familiar, but she couldn't remember who it was for a while, she said: "Is there anything to be cured, Lu Zhengfei just counts on his little heart and can't go anywhere, what did he do? What am I still not clear about?"
The other man's voice was a little vague, and he couldn't make out what he said.
Then, the woman laughed and said, "Lu Zhengfei even said hello to me on purpose, ha, do you need him to say hello for this kind of thing?"
Then the footsteps sounded, the door was pushed open, and the two walked away.
Chen Qianqing's body instantly cooled down, as if he had been put into the freezer all of a sudden, the cold made him unable to say a word, and the words that the woman just said kept echoing in his ears.
This is not him... This is the real Chen Qianqing's experience.
Chen Qianqing struggled to wake up, but his body was too heavy to control, so he could only continue to sink into the dream.
One of the important reasons why Chen Qianqing didn't dare to sleep was because he would keep dreaming. Those dreams that belonged to him and did not belong to him would flash like a revolving lantern, and in an arrogant manner, let him see clearly what he did.
When Chen Qianqing woke up again, he and Lu Zhengfei were already in the car to the airport.
Lu Zhengfei sat with him in the back seat, and he was held in his arms by Lu Zhengfei with a blanket over him.
Lu Zhengfei noticed that he was awake and said, "Qianqing, are you awake?"
Chen Qianqing pursed his lips and said, "What did you put in the milk?"
Lu Zhengfei said, "Sleeping pills... The doctor said that if you continue to suffer from insomnia like this, you won't be able to stand it."
Chen Qianqing lowered his head, his hair was a little messy because he had just woken up, he glanced at Lu Zhengfei, and finally said nothing.
Although he had many strange dreams, after waking up, he still felt a sense of relaxation in his tense body.
Lu Zhengfei took out the heat preservation bucket and handed it to Chen Qianqing: "Aunt Zhao's porridge and side dishes, you can eat some."
Although Chen Qianqing had no appetite, he also knew that it was impossible not to eat. He slowly took the porridge bucket, picked up the spoon, and began to drink porridge.
The porridge was very viscous, with boiled shrimp and vegetables in it, and served with Aunt Zhao's very good side dishes. It was very appetizing. After drinking half of it, Chen Qianqing felt full.
Lu Zhengfei said, "Qianqing, drink more." Chen Qianqing shook his head.
Lu Zhengfei sighed, took the porridge bucket and put it aside.
Ten minutes later, the driver drove the car to the airport, and Lu Zhengfei and Chen Qianqing got out of the car.
Several dozen days have passed since the Spring Festival, and there has been no rain recently, and the temperature has begun to warm up. But Lu Zhengfei still insisted on adding a back coat to Chen Qianqing. He thought about taking it off when he got into the air-conditioned room, and wearing it when he walked outside.
In the early morning of city a time, Lu Zhengfei and Chen Qianqing arrived at their destination, country z.
Most of Lu Zhengfei's Huang Yuping's forces are abroad, while Lu Zhengfei's father Lu Chongqian is mainly domestic. Their marriage is a bit like a commercial marriage - but fortunately, they love each other and have a deep relationship. , After the marriage, there were no major differences.
Country Z can be said to be the place where Huang Yuping's family took root. Lu Zhengfei brought Chen Qianqing here, and he was a little nervous. But Xu Shaoren had no choice but to tell him that a psychotherapy institution he knew and trusted was located in country Z.
Psychological hospitals are not like ordinary hospitals, good and bad can be placed on the bright side. Psychotherapy is such a mysterious and mysterious thing, and it can only be done with caution. Once something goes wrong, it is almost irreversible.
Lu Zhengfei remembered that when he was a teenager, a friend he knew had depression and was sent by his parents to a supposedly reliable institution abroad for treatment. A year later, he seemed to be cured. As a result, on the day he returned to China, he directly stabbed his father to death.
It was later found out after investigation that the person had been severely abused during the treatment.
Lu Zhengfei would never want to see such a situation happen. He couldn't accompany Chen Qianqing anytime and anywhere, so he could only try his best to choose the most reliable one to ensure Chen Qianqing's treatment effect.
Of course, the most important thing now is to fool mom.
Fortunately, it was Chinese New Year, so Huang Yuping and Lu Chonggan were both in China and didn't pay much attention to him. But even so, Lu Zhengfei wasn't sure if his parents knew what he was doing.
It was still very cold in country Z in February. Before getting off the plane, Lu Zhengfei wrapped Chen Qianqing tightly. He didn't allow Chen Qianqing to take off his jacket until he saw the car that was picking them up and got in the car.
Chen Qianqing said: "How can I be so weak."
Lu Zhengfei took the opportunity to touch Chen Qianqing, and he said, "Look at you, your face is cold, don't wear thicker clothes."
Chen Qianqing glared at Lu Zhengfei. It was windy outside, and he didn't wear a mask. Anyone who came out of the airport would have a cold face. Doesn't he understand Lu Zhengfei's little trick? Nothing more than to find a reason to want to eat tofu.
At this time, the driver asked in the Z language: "Master Lu, where are you going?"
Lu Zhengfei also replied in Z dialect, he said, "Go to the villa over there in the Xiaoshu community."