True Blessings

The accident came out of the account with Wang Zhengwei's side.

This is despite the fact that the new RN-13 treatment is going well.

Chen Man and Xie Xue, after taking the antidote developed in the lab, have been transferred to the general ward and will be discharged soon.

However, Commissar Wang was still very concerned about the fact that Chen Man had been injected with the drug, and was quite skeptical about whether Chen Man had been cured. Although he tried his best to minimize the number of people who knew about the drug experiment, he also hoped that Xie Qingcheng and the others would be more cooperative and send the drug to Yanzhou, so that the Yanzhou scientists could analyze it, and then he could feel completely at ease.

No one dared to refuse Wang, even the dean had a hard time communicating with him, and finally they had to make an emergency call, calling Xie Qingcheng to MeiYu to explain to old man Wang.

Xie Qingcheng went.

"Political Commissar Wang."

"Sit down." In the dean's office, Commissar Wang sat Xie Qingcheng down, "Tell me about this medicine, why can't I bring it to Yanshou, or even let the researchers in Yanshou know about it?"

Xie Qingcheng said, "From your point of view, it's for Chen Man's safety."

"My grandson he was injected with an unknown drug, and it was to make sure he was safe that I had to have the personnel from Yanzhou come in as well to see if it really wouldn't affect him anymore."

Xie Qingcheng said, "Commissar Wang, I've told you the general situation, and you also know that this drug has high scientific research value, high scientific research value means that there are a lot of people like Huang Zhilong, who will go to great lengths to get its experimental data. If you tell the researchers in Yanzhou about this, how sure are you that there won't be a second Huang Zhilong among them?"

Wang political commissar's face is not good, in his opinion, Xie Qingcheng is just an ordinary teaching: "Then why should I trust you?"

Xie Qingcheng : "Because my sister was injected with the same drug. And she is my only relative."

"......"

"You ought to know what I mean, you're a political commissar, but you're also Chen Man's grandfather. I'm just a teacher, but I'm also a girl's brother, the only family she has in the world - in terms of love for my relatives, I know I won't lose half a point to you." Xie Qingcheng looked at him steadily, "That is why you should trust me and only me."

"I'll get them discharged without incident, and indeed, that's already the case."

Just as the two men were confronting each other, the latest test report on Chen Man by Meiyu came out and was delivered to Wang Zhengwei's desk by the head nurse.

Political Commissar Wang: "How's it going?"

The head nurse was respectful with some trembling, probably except for people like Xie Qingcheng, no one would not tremble when seeing a bigwig of Wang Political Commissar's caliber: "You, please rest assured that it has been lowered a lot more than before the attack, and now it's basically close to normal."

Political Commissar Wang took the test sheet and looked back and forth for a long time.

Finally, he put the list down on the table and said to Xie Qingcheng, "I'll have the driver pick you up tonight, and I want to ask specifically about Xiao Yan's situation and what exactly you all encountered at Zhilong Entertainment. I mean, Professor Xie, I want to hear the truth. Do you understand?"

"...... understands."

Xie Qingcheng wants to go to dinner with Wang Political Commissar, and the whole of MeiYu is sweating for him.

The dean thinks this is too much of a torture, and wants to tell Chen Man, who is still resting in the hospital room, but is stopped by Xie Qingcheng - Chen Man needs to recuperate, and he knows that the more Chen Man gets involved in this, the harder it will be for him to deal with it.

He was categorically not going to be completely truthful with the Wang Political Commissar, there was too much at stake.

But who is Commissar Wang?

What kind of people has the old man never met? What haven't you heard?

Xie Qingcheng knew that he had to answer every question carefully and thoughtfully, both to discourage Wang Political Commissar from continuing to pursue the idea, but not to tell him the most central situation of the entire RN-13 case.

It was an unusually grueling meal.

The secretary on Wang's side of the political commissar had been pouring wine for Xie Qingcheng, as if Xie Qingcheng would be able to tell the truth if he drank too much-although once the political commissar realized that Xie Qingcheng could easily go to his head from the wine he told the secretary to stop pouring.

He had come to ask the young man how he was doing, not to bully an unsupported professor.

Moreover, Xie Qingcheng the whole meal to answer the question, not too high and not too low, to the end, the old fox actually also slightly moved, looking at the young man's words inside does not seem to have any loopholes, on the contrary, is the stakes are spread out to say a clear and honest.

When the banquet came to an end, Political Commissar Wang's face finally softened.

He raised his wine glass once to Xie Qingcheng and said, "...... Actually, I've heard Xiao Yan advance you many times. I hope you understand that I am acting as a grandfather today, in ensuring the safety of my grandson, not trying to deliberately make things difficult for you guys or anything."

Xie Qingcheng picked up the cup, he had actually drank a little too much to stand, his body was burning slightly.

But he politely toasted this last drink.

The old man wasn't trying to make anything difficult for them.

But there are people whose status is placed in such a way that even the simplest things can become complicated, just like this glass of wine, which obviously ends up being nothing more than thank you apologies and goodwill, and which lands in the stomach, and which also really burns like hell.

And Xie Qingcheng also had to drink.

It was hard to get to the end of the banquet.

Wang political commissar the next day to return to Yanzhou, he said goodbye to Xie Qingcheng, first ride on the car to leave. Xie Qingcheng then finally relaxed the tense body of the whole afternoon and evening, no one knows, the back of his shirt has been completely soaked.

He spent some time in front of the large lawn in front of the hotel, slowly regaining his energy. A lot of people in the academic or artistic fields don't like socializing too much because it's too disturbing to their brain cells, and Xie Qingcheng was one of those people.

He watched Wang Political Commissar's car go away, and when the car's taillights had completely disappeared, he walked over to the hotel's koi pond, lit a cigarette, looked out into the vast night, and exhaled a heavy mist.

It had been such a busy day that he hadn't been allowed a moment's respite, and only now had he had his first cigarette.

I was out of my mind when the chiming and banging bells of the old building next door to the hospital rang out.

Xie Qingcheng heart loaded with a lot of things, and drink too much wine, thoughts are also a little slow, at first just careless listening, but in the bell hit the eighth, he was stunned, suddenly realized what.

He immediately raised his wrist and lowered his head, blushing slightly as he read the pointer on the surface.

It's nine o'clock ......

In the process of communicating with Political Commissar Wang, Xie Qingcheng had put his cell phone on silent, and now that he was finally able to look at it, he suddenly realized that he had long since passed the time he had agreed to with He Yu.

He Yu has had many phone calls and more than a dozen WeChat messages, the last one about half an hour ago.

Xie Qingcheng cursed that he had actually forgotten about it!

He immediately called a car and quickly dialed He Yu's number back.

"Hello, the number you have dialed is switched off, please dial again later ......"

The car is here, and the call hasn't gone through.

Xie Qingcheng sidled into the back seat and slammed the door shut.

The master asked, "Where is the gentleman going?"

"Huzhou Grand Theater." Xie Qingcheng held his slightly drunken, somewhat aching head, "As soon as possible, please."

Huzhou is very big, from Meiyu to the theater is about an hour or so away, the driver all the way to the wind, arrived when it is still almost ten o'clock exactly.

The outside of the Grand Theater was cold and clear; the performance of the play by the弄臣 had ended, and all the ambient lights outside the theater had been extinguished, with only the pale, cold illumination still glowing.

It was raining, Xie Qingcheng asked the hotel receptionist for an umbrella before he got on the bus, and the raindrops pounded on the umbrella surface, he looked around for someone and called the phone number that didn't get through over and over again.

No response.

Xie Qingcheng sent him a voice.

"He Yu, where are you?"

"Give me a message back when you hear it."

After circling around, Xie Qingcheng found the lone figure outside the large fountain at the theater's north entrance.

He Yu sits on the edge of the steps, hugging his knees.

It had been raining and he was drenched like a large homeless dog.

Xie Qingcheng in a sigh of relief at the same time, but also feel very bad, he quickly held the umbrella to the side of He Yu, the umbrella from behind the teenager hit the past.

"He Yu."

The teenager was stunned for a moment.

Then slowly raise your head.

Xie Qingcheng was startled - He Yu's almond eyes were bloodshot, and there was blood on his lips, and although he was clutching his wrists tightly, Xie Qingcheng didn't need to take a closer look to know that even his wrists were covered in fresh bruises.

Seeing the man, He Yu's eyes first flashed brightly, then turned dark.

He buried his face again, folding his arms and hiding them under his palms.

"What are you still doing here."

His face was tilted to the side, water droplets dripping down his forehead hair.

"The concert is over, it's all deserted."

"......"

He Yu was calm, so calm it was almost broken, "You go."

Xie Qingcheng wanted to speak several times, but didn't know what to say. It wasn't that he didn't want to comfort He Yu, the crux of the matter was that he had only ever comforted patients, and hardly ever comforted people who had a crush on him. He thought for a while before saying, "Why don't you answer the phone?"

He Yu didn't say anything.

Xie Qingcheng raised his hand to touch his forehead, and just as he felt the heat, his hand was opened by He Yu.

"Don't touch me, why do you care about me, you go find Chen Man."

"I'm looking for Chen Man because--"

Xie Qingcheng suddenly stopped in the middle of his sentence.

He frowned slightly, "How did you know I'd been to Mayo?"

"......"

On closer inspection, by the steps of the fountain pool was a cell phone that had been smashed.

......

No wonder He Yu couldn't receive his call.

Xie Qingcheng calmed down for a moment and looked up at him, "You located my address?"

He Yu didn't respond at first, favoring his slightly pale face, with no intention of admitting it, but after a while, it suddenly seemed like he couldn't hold on any longer, and the shell that was barely clinging to his body began to fall apart, and he stoically held it back, first with his lips trembling gently, and then, even when he was biting his lip, he couldn't get his emotions under control.

The teenager's eyes went from fierce to reddened, from reddened to moist, and then finally, with tears filling his eyelashes, he finally slipped a tear abruptly in resignation, all in the blink of an eye.

Xie Qingcheng couldn't even react in time and was confused by He Yu's sudden tears.

"You ......"

"Now you don't have to worry about me, there's another RN-13 victim, he's more like you than I am, more obedient than I am, more hush-hush than I am, and I'm not the only one who understands you anymore."

Xie Qingcheng didn't know what he was talking about for a moment, so he just held his umbrella and looked at him.

He Yu is sad, and in that sadness there is a bit of ferocity.

"But Xie Qingcheng, if you have something to do, you have to be with him, you have to take care of him in the hospital, you give me a call in advance, can't you? You know I've just been waiting ...... I've been waiting ......"

Xie Qingcheng Where did he know that he was actually hurt so much because of this.

Xie Qingcheng is a very independent, career-oriented person without much private life, and those who have been in contact with him in the past are very understanding of his thinking.

Even Li Ruoqiu, she understood long before her marriage Xie Qingcheng If you work overtime and get up, your cell phone won't be looked at, and your calls won't be returned.

It was the first time he had ever been made to count on the other side for delaying a call or an appointment because he was dealing with a patient.

He felt a little helpless.

But vaguely, there was also a feeling that I had never experienced before.

Only a child would be so "careful" as to care for an invitation he had promised him, and be unwilling to give any reason for giving in. This is undoubtedly capricious, but in this capriciousness, there seems to be the impudence and cuteness that only belongs to young people.

Xie Qingcheng sighed, his stern frown loosening.

He raised his hand to touch He Yu's drenched hair, intending to properly talk to He Yu about the situation, and by the way, also talk to him about Chen Man's illness has been cured, even taking RN-13, will not each become a mental Ai Bola. however -

"...... snap!"

He Yu heaved his hand open again.

"Don't touch me. When he is sick, he can call you over and let you stay with him for so long ...... What are you saying to him Xie Qingcheng?What do you and him have to break up for so long to break up? You are not his personal doctor, even if your knowledge of RN-13 is deeper than others, going over to solve some problems, an hour or two is enough, right?" He Yu was really having a hard time.

Love can mess with young people.

Before, he pretended to be so calm in front of Chen Man, but how worried he was in his heart, only he knew.

Chen Man was attacked by RN-13, and Chen Man s brother was sacrificed ...... for the investigation of the death of Xie Qingcheng s parents Compared to him, that policeman had more leverage to hold Xie Qingcheng s footsteps.

And he has nothing ......

Nothing.

"Do you know how happy I was when you could promise me that you would see the recital with me? I waited happily all day, I came here happily, I clutched the ticket, I've been waiting here for you all along. Then it got dark ......" He Yu couldn't help but choke up as he said, "It got dark ......"

"The people, in twos and threes, went inside, and the security guard came over and asked me if I couldn't find a place to check the tickets, and I said no, I was just waiting for someone. Then it was raining and he told me to go inside, the show had already started, and I said you'll be here soon. I called you but couldn't get through."

Xie Qingcheng watched as his emotions crumbled little by little like sand that had lost its water.

He tried to stop it, but He Yu wouldn't listen.

He Yu just wanted to finish what he had been saying.

He Yu said, "Xie Qingcheng, you know ...... me at that moment, especially afraid that this is my hallucination."

"......"

"Have you ever noticed what day it is?"

Xie Qingcheng is really not noticed.

Many adults live to the end of their lives and don't pay much attention to dates; unless something has to be set to do on a certain day, the days are the same every day.

Xie Qingcheng lives a mechanical life.

He knew it was then that he vaguely sensed something and went down to his phone, and there on the screen was May 26 ......

He looked up suddenly, "He Yu, I ......"

"Once zero hour passes, it's my twentieth birthday."

He Yu dropped his long, deep lashes.

"Xie Qingcheng, the Xie Xue I once waited for was fake, the chocolate birthday cake was fake, and it was pouring rain that day as well, and I waited in the villa until twelve o'clock, and all I waited for was a bit of a ridiculous hallucination that I gave myself."

"It's dark."

"I don't know ...... I don't know if you're fake too."

He buried his face in his palms, veins rippling under his skin, his voice desperate with some madness tainted in it, his whole being like a rose drenched in blood, dangerous, terrifying, yet vulnerable, pathetic.

He Yu choked, "I don't know if you're a fake too! You never showed up! I couldn't get through to you ...... I couldn't wait for you ...... No one came to me ...... No one came to stay with me! I don't have anything......Twenty years......you have Chen Man, I'm not the only one anymore......I still have nothing! Nothing!!!"

He was near hoarse by the end.

Xie Qingcheng saw that he was still wearing the monitoring ring he had given him on his wrist, which could provide a little soothing effect on the wearer's emotions, and at the same time warn of the wearer's violent emotional ups and downs.

And at this moment, the sensor light on the side of this bracelet had shown an extremely dangerous red color.

Xie Qingcheng knew that He Yu's feelings were getting out of control.

The boy in front of him was like a trapped beast caught in a cage, wailing lowly, and for the first time, his cries evoked such a strong resonance within Xie Qingcheng's chest.

He Yu says, "Ouch ......"

"That hurts ......"

He pressed one hand to his chest, and the patient, who was supposed to be very slow to the five senses, said, "Xie Qingcheng ...... It seems to be empty here, but it hurts ...... "

Xie Qingcheng looked at the teenager's tears and felt an indescribable feeling in his heart.

It was like a scarred Little dragon wailing on the reef.

It's dying ......

It looked like it was about to die of sadness.

It is truly sad to the point of death and lonely to the point of death.

Xie Qingcheng stared at He Yu, he did not know what to say, in front of such strong feelings, as if no matter what to say is too pale. He walked over to him, just as He Yu once did on New Year's Eve, when he tried to raise his hand to cover the invisible scar at his heart, to stop his dripping blood.

He walked over--

He also wants to suppress He Yu's blood.

Both of them, originally, had old wounds.

The wounds were deep, piercing straight to the heart. Those scars are known to no one but them and each other.

He did not understand why He Yu cared so much about Chen Man, in fact, Chen Man would always be different from He Yu, in Xie Qingcheng's opinion, Chen Man was a younger brother, a friend and a companion.

And He Yu?

Xie Qingcheng was unable to say anything for a while.

He didn't know when He Yu had eroded his life so deeply that, looking back, he no longer thought there was anyone in the world who could replace him.

Xie Qingcheng, who realized this in a vague way, was greatly shocked inwardly, and he had never thought carefully before about what He Yu was now in his eyes.

Sort of what?

He Yu is the one who resembles him the most, the one who is closest to him, the one who knows his secrets the most, and the one who has shared his life and death countless times.

But He Yu is a man.

And he doesn't love men, his sexuality is female, and he's been married and divorced, not to mention that Xie Qingcheng knows he doesn't need any love at all these days.

And so, what does that count for, to be so special and irreplaceable by anyone?

He doesn't know, as in a maze.

Xie Qingcheng was determined to go forward just at this moment. He held the umbrella with one hand and raised it with the other - he knew the pain, the pain that belonged uniquely to mental Ai Bola patients, the pain that was more bone-crushing than the pain of cancer. Named loneliness, named loneliness, named despair ...... He finally, at this moment, took the initiative to embrace He Yu.

Xie Qingcheng used his own hand and pressed it against the Devil Dragon's shattered heart, letting the poisonous blood flow all over his palm.

He hugged him.

Xie Qingcheng said, "He Yu, it's true, not false. I'm sorry."

"......"

"I am sorry, I did not remember the day, I ......" Xie Qingcheng really do not know what to say, the old man is hard mouthed, too dad, in the past, even the wife has not been coaxed, much less know how to coax the little boy.

It was all he could do to hold He Yu like this as the rain beat down on the umbrella above their heads and the wind blew through their shirts.

He held him so tight in the storm.

It was as if the Cthulhu was using his body to curl up around the demonic dragon that was so sad that it was on the verge of death.

His voice was actually slightly raspy as he held the trembling teenager in his arms.

"I'm sorry He Yu."

"......"

"It's not time yet, but I wanted to say ...... Happy 20th Birthday."

He Yu's body trembled--

Happy birthday to you.

"He Yu, happy sixteenth birthday."

Stormy weather, swaying candlelight, smiling Xie Xue holding a birthday cake, bells ringing in the villa, Happy Birthday to you ...... Happy Birthday to you ......

He Yu shivered uncontrollably.

False.

Fake ......!

No people. No cake. No blessings.

He was in the room where the message was projected, stripping away the truth, knowing that all of it was self-protection given to him by his poor pride.

Perhaps sensing his sickness, Xie Qingcheng held him a little stronger, as if this would allow He Yu to hear his heartbeat and touch his blood.

"I'm here."

"...... is a fake ......"

"It's real, not fake, not an illusion."

He Yu's voice was hoarse: "It's a fake ...... It's a fake ...... Xie Qingcheng never hugs me ...... He never hugged me, I begged him for so long, I begged him to hug me ...... he wouldn't ...... ever ......"

He was hurt so deeply that he had previously been hiding it with a painted skin, but at this moment it was finally bare before him, and the end of it was a mixture of blood.

"You're fake! It's an illusion!!!"

His eyes were cold and crazy, and he violently swung Xie Qingcheng's umbrella down. The rain suddenly fell on their shoulders, and the raindrops were like transparent nets, trapping him and him together.

After a few seconds, a dozen seconds, or several minutes, He Yu realized that the dream had not yet awakened.

Xie Qingcheng has not yet disappeared either.

"......"

Slowly, he stopped telling the truth, as if the truth no longer mattered.

His trembling went from violent, to weak, from weak, to calm. He suddenly hugged Xie Qingcheng back, as if trying to hold on to a piece of driftwood for survival.

The piercing red on the bracelet flickered and flashed ...... slowly, like the eyes of a demon closing, and the red light faded to a warm orange color.

He Yu's tears fell on Xie Qingcheng's shoulders, and he hugged him so hard that it was as if he wanted to break Xie Qingcheng's bones into pieces and stab them into himself.

Immediately after, he suddenly clutched Xie Qingcheng's hand, not caring whether the umbrella is crooked or not, and whether the two will get wet. His look was complicated - gloomy, frenzied, twisted, lost, hopeful, obsessed ...... all intertwined.

Then he tugged Xie Qingcheng, without a word, toward the open parking lot at the back of the theater.