He came into my hotel room

"Yesterday night, residents of Golden Magnolia Garden on the outskirts of the city heard two gunshots. After the residents called the police, they rushed to the scene and found the bodies of a man and a woman in a deserted old house. The female victim, Yi Mou Ting, 52, and the male victim, Liang Mou Yong, 26. The two were related to each other as mother and son, respectively the director of Cheng Kang Psychiatric Hospital, and the wife and son of Liang Jicheng."

"Police find suicide note of deceased in old house, both related to Cheng Kang case, suspected to be in fear of committing suicide ......"

At dusk on the weekend, Xie Qingcheng was sitting on a high speed train when she saw this tweet.

He frowned slightly, and clicked in.

It's not a long story, as is often the case with these things, and the more serious the matter, the fewer the words.

Liang Jicheng has a wife and son ......

He remembered that at Cheng Kang Hospital that day, the nurse who received them did make a remark that Liang Jicheng had a wife and children, and it was this remark that made He Yu immediately realize that the "Liang Jicheng" that Xie Xue had met was a fake.

Did those two commit suicide ......

Xie Qingcheng felt slightly uncomfortable about the incident, but he was not a police officer after all, plus the content of the report was too little, not even a mosaic picture, want to think about it deeper, but also have no clue to think about it deeper.

He then turned off his cell phone, sighed softly, and seemed to be shaken up that day Cheng Kang hospital rooftop fire.

Jiang Lanpei was laughing hysterically, saying that in twenty years not a single person had found her who remembered her.

She will turn into a ghost and make the whole of Cheng Kang a hell.

Is this a kind of nebulous karmic reincarnation?

"Hello, the G12xxxx train you are traveling on will arrive at Hangzhou City Station in ten minutes, please take your belongings with you and prepare to get off. Thank you for your ride. The train arrives at the station ahead, Hangzhou City Station."

The broadcasting sound of the high-speed rail group pulled Xie Qingcheng back from his contemplation.

He and the neighboring seat said a sorry, in the little girl red-faced avoidance took the gift box to the aisle, waiting to get off. Cheng Kang case has passed after all, he did not think much about Cheng Liang Jicheng's wife and children.

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He Yu's movie is a small-budget web series.

The writer is new, the director is new, and the actors are new ...... because the investment is too small, so the people are new and the props are old.

Newcomers also have the good of newcomers, everyone is inexperienced, the face has not been smoked out of the oil from the wine table smoke, the soles of the shoes have not been stained with mud in the powder and fame, most of the people's heart is only wrapped by the thin chest cavity, and each other to take a look, not to say that how real, but at least not completely false. According to Xie Xue, the overall atmosphere was pretty good.

The cab ride to the set was the last scene before dinner.

Before Xie Qingcheng came, Xie Xue was greeted by the staff on the set, and when he arrived, he was naturally taken to sit by the director's monitor, waiting for someone, and checking out the scene in the meantime.

He Yu is shooting.

To be honest, Xie Qingcheng didn't know what kind of group He Yu was in before he arrived. After half a day's reading, I probably knew that it was just a teenage school romance story with a lot of bloodshed and vulgarity.

He Yu is a male cannon fodder in the drama who has silently liked the female lead for many years and is a capitalist, which does match his own temperament, and the scene coincides with the capitalist's confession being rejected by the female lead and then leaving alone.

The play is to be shot in a rainstorm, after all, fifty cents investment in the play, the group acting even the director's great aunt and grandma to pull up, artificial rainfall can naturally be saved. Stingy producers encountered God's gift of rain, then began to lose heart and pull the actors repeatedly tossed.

He Yu then repeated the scene of high emotional outbursts in the pouring rain--

Though not from a related field and a first-time performer, He Yu's relationship is well controlled.

It's not so much an act as it is a personal and unbridled outpouring of emotion.

Xie Qingcheng was surprised, and not just by him, but by everyone in front of the monitor in the makeshift canopy.

"Wow, this little dudes he really isn't studying acting ......" the staffer asked in a super low voice as she rolled her script into a small microphone.

It was completely dark by the time a whole strip was shot.

The poor crew built a simple hut for the actors to rest and change clothes, and He Yu went in after filming, and there was no movement for half a day.

Xie Qingcheng sent him a message, and it took about ten minutes before a small assistant lifted the curtain and ran to the shed where Xie Qingcheng was waiting with a large black carbon handled umbrella, inviting him inside.

The shed was narrow, with just a white plastic outdoor table and a few chairs.

When Xie Qingcheng went in, He Yu was sitting on one of the chairs, rubbing his hair. When he heard the commotion, he lifted the curtain and glanced at Xie Qingcheng.

This glance was a bit unexpected for Xie Qingcheng.

He thought He Yu would be in bad shape, just now such a hysterical and emotional scene, even the staff watching in the shed will be more or less affected, silently drop a few drops of cat urine, but I did not expect that after the scene of He Yu is indifferent, but also cool wearing Bluetooth headphones listening to music, the left hand rests on the table, fingertips loose knocking beat, the whole is nothing a person.

He seemed even more mentally normal than when we met earlier at the hospital.

"Xie Xue told me you were coming." He Yu took off one side of his headphones and casually threw them on the table.

He even smiled at Xie Qingcheng, "Allergies okay?"

Xie Qingcheng's heart loosened slightly, "I'll be damned if it's not good."

His eyes glanced over He Yu's cell phone screen, "What are you looking at?"

"News." He Yu says, "Follow-up on Cheng Kang psychiatric hospital. Liang Jicheng's wife and son died last night, and the report said it was a suspected suicide. You saw that too, didn't you?"

Xie Qingcheng responded.

He Yu smiled, "This kind of person also has a wife and son ...... There are also people who have liked him."

Xie Qingcheng did not hear the gloominess in his words, and threw the gift box of specialties that Xie Xue had asked him to bring into He Yu's arms.

"Xie Xue for you."

He Yu held the heaviness, and after a moment of silence, said, "Thank you."

Xie Qingcheng accepted it with peace of mind, and after standing in the shed for a while, asked, "Let's not talk about Liang Jicheng, let's talk about you. Why do you suddenly want to act?"

"I wanted to experiment more. It just so happened that I came across the opportunity, and it's a role I love."

Xie Qingcheng nodded, pulled over a chair and settled down, lighting a cigarette with his hand.

But before the fire was lit, He Yu was heard saying, "Can you stop smoking?"

"......"

Having grown up seeing his parents' guests puffing away, He Yu has an indescribable resistance to smoking.

Xie Qingcheng then put the cigarettes back in the box, but his teeth subconsciously bit his lip, a very addictive action.

He Yu looked at him, "You didn't smoke before."

"...... hmmm."

"Since when?"

Xie Qingcheng seemed to be silent, but also seemed to be thinking, and finally raised his eyes and faintly said, "I forgot."

The man paused and didn't seem to want to continue the conversation so he looked across the plastic improvised table at the boy across from him, "You did act well. I thought you were in the movie."

He Yu tongue against the back of the teeth, and then smiled, he is often smile, whether the mood is good or bad, cloudy or sunny, the smile for him is not the expression of emotions, but almost cast into a kind of mask he habitually wear when socializing, is a random spray of psychedelic agent, very compelling, so that people can not see the glimpse of his true heart.

"Nah, I'm not that stupid. Acting out something someone else made up, who would take it seriously."

"So how do you act."

"It's the same as lying. Haven't I been in disguise all these years?" He Yu's eyes were fixed on Xie Qingcheng, the voice was so soft that only the other party could barely hear it, "I'm sick. But I pretended to be a normal person."

"......"

He Yu said, leaning back and lazily playing with the headset on the table.

The headphones were being used as a gyroscope as he spun them around the table.

Xie Qingcheng said, "I thought you had encountered something and ran out to act to vent your emotions."

He Yu tilted his head and looked toward Xie Qingcheng, "Was I that good?"

"It's okay. How's the burn on your wrist?"

He Yu subconsciously touched his wrist, but quickly let go.

He showed it to Xie Qingcheng frankly, casually, almost without a care in the world.

"It's fine, but filming requires that you can't have that many scars. Did some treatment."

The make-up treatment for him is to paint some delicate tattoos on his hands, mostly in Sanskrit. The solemnity of Zen and the viciousness of the tattoos are confused and entangled, which is also in line with the introverted and cold temperament of the character.

He Yu asks, "Does it look good?"

"It's ugly. It's even uglier with your school uniform."

"I didn't have a tattoo in high school, so I'll re-make it when I change in a little while and find a way to cover it up." He Yu said, "Are you staying for the movie later? It's probably going to be quite late."

"Not anymore, I've been looking at you in your school uniform for almost ten years and my eyes are calloused."

But even though he doesn't watch it, Xie Qingcheng asked, "What are you playing at night?"

"A play for an exam." He Yu said, smiling somewhat mockingly, "There really isn't much to see. Why don't you help me carry these things to the hotel, and I'll give you my room card. Are ...... you staying at the theater hotel today? Don't live even if you don't, I'll bring it back myself after the play."

Xie Qingcheng glanced at the arrangement information Xie Xue had sent him earlier.

"I live in 8062."

"Next door to me then."

Xie Qingcheng answered, confirmed that He Yu did not have an attack, also took the room card that He Yu handed him, got up and prepared to go back to rest, after all, tomorrow will have to get up early to catch the shuttle bus to go back to class.

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Xie Qingcheng swiped his card to enter He Yu's room and found nothing strange.

The room fit the vibe of a guy in college, with a few unwashed clothes thrown on the bed, a basketball in the corner, a few pairs of sneakers, and two books on the table.

Xie Qingcheng placed the box of snacks next to He Yu's desk, then went back next door to his room and took a shower. When he was draped in the hotel's snow-white loose bathrobe, rubbing his hair while walking to the writing desk, his cell phone suddenly rang.

The call was from Chen Man.

"Brother Xie. I came to your dorm to look for you, why aren't you here today?"

"I'm in Hangtown."

Chen Man froze for a moment, "You're just getting better, what are you doing in Hang City?"

"Seeing a patient."

"...... What patients ...... Haven't you not been a doctor for a long time?"

Xie Qingcheng lit a cigarette, now finally able to smoke, "A little kid, about the same age as you. ...... a little smaller than you."

Chen Man on the other end of the line paused for several seconds for some reason.

Then very abruptly asked, "Male or female? Brother, why did you even make a point of running over there."

Xie Qingcheng took a drag on his cigarette, feeling that he was puzzled, but still said: "Male, his father and I have some relationship, and I was the one who looked after his illness before. Otherwise I don't care. Why are you asking so much."

Chen Man's tone was inexplicably lighter again as he smiled, "I'm just asking."

"...... What do you want from me at my school?"

"Oh, my mom made some baloney butter and I thought I'd send it over to you, it's especially good with noodles."

"You put Xie Xue there."

Chen Man was in a big hurry: "No way! She's such a good eater, she won't leave anything for you. Forget it, let's wait until you come back."

"...... That's okay."

"Brother, you sound pretty tired, get some rest, then, I'll leave you alone ......"

Xie Qingcheng slouched, "Uh-huh."

He didn't speak well to Chen Man and hung up the phone.

Chen Man, this child was not so clinging to him before, after his own brother left, he was depressed for a long time, Xie Qingcheng often went to see him at that time, and then Chen Man recovered, he also ran to Xie Qingcheng's home from time to time, until finally Xie Qingcheng was tired of him, and only then did he calm down a little bit.

But Chen Man was right, he was really a bit tired after running around all day, so he just draped himself in his robe and rested on the bed with his eyes closed for a while.

This closing of his eyes caused him to oversleep, and when he woke up he glanced at the electronic clock on his desk, ten minutes past eleven at night.

At this point He Yu should have already been back for a while, only that he himself had just slept too deeply to notice any outside noises.

There was no way, he was leaving in the morning, and He Yu started his play early, so he didn't know if he could meet up, so Xie Qingcheng thought about it, picked up the thin card on the table, and went to He Yu's room next door, at least to return the card to him first.

Knocked on the door a couple times, but no movement.

Xie Qingcheng thought of He Yu repeating the shot back and forth in the rainstorm in the evening, and figured the boy had fallen asleep from exhaustion. He dropped his hand and leaned over with the intention of pushing the room card in through the bottom of the doorway and sending He Yu a message that he would see when he woke up the next day.

But before his fingertips could push the card in, Xie Qingcheng suddenly realized--

The light in He Yu's room is on.

The light wasn't very bright, only a floor lamp was on, but you could still confirm the light inside quite clearly through the gap under the door.

Xie Qingcheng's heart jolted for no reason, and his voice couldn't help but be louder as he got up and knocked on the door, "He Yu, are you in there? I came to return your room card."

No answer.

Xie Qingcheng took out his cell phone and broadcast He Yu's call, not a moment later, a door away from He Yu's cell phone ringing.

Xie Qingcheng, who was very uneasy about He Yu's illness, knocked twice at last and then raised his voice toward the closed gray-brown door, "He Yu, if you don't make a sound, I'll swipe my card and come in."

"......"

"Did you hear that?"

Still no response.

Xie Qingcheng affixed the half-used card to the induction strip, and with a soft tick, the door opened.

The house had heavy curtains drawn and the room smelled strongly of alcohol.

Xie Qingcheng immediately had a bad feeling.

His eyes swept around the bedroom, then in the corner he saw the boy who had shrunk himself into a ball.

The worst suspicions came true at this point, and Xie Qingcheng was furious: "...... you!"

The boy, like a Little dragon in a cage, moved a bit without much reaction.

Xie Qingcheng finally sees the truth underneath his disguise - his intuition wasn't wrong, He Yu didn't come to the set to save the day for no reason, he was really in a bad state and needed to vent his emotions.

In fact, He Yu has been sick ever since he found out that Xie Xue liked Wei Dongheng, but not in the worst way, and was still able to restrain himself.

After he realized that he was not right, he immediately went to the hospital to prescribe medication, and later went to the theater group to rehearse. But every day during the day he could still pretend to be calm in front of people, once he was alone at night, he couldn't restrain himself, in order not to let his condition deteriorate, he messed up the medicine he brought and ate it, his heart was still a bit blocked, and he drank wine again. So Xie Qingcheng into the house, see is full of scattered bottles of wine, as well as drug boxes.

He Yu is taking drugs indiscriminately.

Before he resigned, Xie Qingcheng made a point of talking to He Jiwei about the importance of strictly controlling his medication, and that if the medication failed, and He Yu's condition worsened, he would have to be sent to a hospital for physical control.

He didn't even say "therapy."

It's the same as the ones we saw at the Cheng Kang psychiatric hospital-controls, straps, electric shocks, confinement-everything that doesn't work to heal, but just degrades him into an evil beast, shackled and muzzled, unable to harm others.

He Yu is going to be completely insane.

Doctors can't see the patients trampling on themselves, Xie Qingcheng walked towards He Yu, his tone more or less took on some anger: "...... He Yu."

"......"

"He Yu."

"......"

"He Yu!"

The boy finally moved, those beautiful almond eyes turning under thick and slender eyelashes, slowly moving to the Xie Qingcheng who was still clad in a bathrobe in the halo of the floor lamp.

"It's you."

Then without waiting for Xie Qingcheng to respond, he leaned his head against the nightstand and softly, "Tch, my God ...... what are you doing in here."

"......"

"I'm just too tired from work, I've had a few drinks, nothing much, go away."

The alcohol had kept his bloodthirsty violence in check, but it had left him foggy, and the ever-intelligent youth couldn't make up any decent lies at this point, and in fact, he was too tired to do so.

"Go away and mind your own business."

In response to the pain in his wrist and the tugging force of a male, he was yanked up and thrown onto the sofa chair before he could regain his senses, and in the blur of his vision, all He Yu could see was Xie Qingcheng's familiar, grim face -

A pair of peach eyes.

Like he had been stabbed, He Yu suddenly turned his face away, his gaze straight and sideways over to stare at a decorative painting in the corner of the wall that had innocently entered the picture in an unrelated way. Hotel cliché Van Gogh starry sky, distorted night, chaotic stars.

His nose was heavy and his voice tried its best to be calm, but it had rung out, "Xie Qingcheng, I said I'm fine, what are you still doing here. You care about drunkenness too?"

Xie Qingcheng said, "You think I'm willing to care about you, look at what you look like now."

"......"

He Yu lazily ignored him and raised his hand to cover his eyelids.

It was at this time that Xie Qingcheng took a good look at his wrist through the dim floor light--

The tattoos that had been traced and painted on had been washed away, and the foundation that the make-up artist had used to cover them was no longer there; what was exposed on the youth's wrist was a deep, recently fallen scar.

Xie Qingcheng's heart sank.

"You fucking slit your wrists again!"

"What do you care! It's not like I'm slitting your wrists!"

Xie Qingcheng really wants to leave him alone.

But thinking of the mental Ai Bola disease and what He Jiwei said to him before, Xie Qingcheng still gritted his teeth and said, "Fine. I won't argue with you. I won't argue with you, okay?"

With that he walked over to He Yu's desk which had a box on it, a pill box.

"Hurry up and eat these for me."

Returning from the desk, Xie Qingcheng brought a large glass of hot water and two tablets he had re-selected with a calming effect. He handed them to He Yu, who was still sitting on the ground with his hands on his knees.

He Yu tilted his face away.

"Do you want to eat it yourself or do I have to force-feed it to you?"

"......"

"Eat. Eat and I'll fucking leave you alone."

I really don't want to make a mess in front of him again, not to mention that He Yu had drunk too much wine and was more or less dazed. He finally raised his eyes wanly and took the pills from Xie Qingcheng's hand, holding a glass of water and sending it down.

"Finished eating, can you go now?"

Xie Qingcheng was not a gentleman who could not keep his word, he grabbed He Yu's wrist, "Sit down."

He Yu coldly tried to pull his hand back.

Xie Qingcheng: "Sit still for me."

"I thought you didn't care about me after I took the pills?" He Yu leaned his head back against the wall, the knot in his throat rising and falling.

Xie Qingcheng didn't answer him.

He Yu closed his eyes, "...... You let me just be quiet by myself, okay?"

The youth's long lashes rustled and the knot in his throat rolled up and down.

"Leave me alone."

He seemed genuinely disillusioned; a dying fish would flop and jump when it still had the desire to live, and now he looked like he was at the mercy of God, just waiting for the last breath of oxygen to leak out of his chest.

Xie Qingcheng clutched his wrist and looked at him sternly with downcast peach blossom eyes, "What has happened to you?"

"......"

Xie Qingcheng: "You're a mental patient, there's no shame in that, it's the disease that's wrong not you. It's been seven years, He Yu, and I thought you wouldn't be so squeamish anymore. You just belittled yourself."

"......" He Yu's wrists were still grasped, and just tilting his head back and frowning, he felt his heart beating more and more locally, catalyzed by alcohol and drugs, so fast that it almost made him panic.

Xie Qingcheng's hand was clasped around him, as if taking his pulse.

To see through and pierce, as he had done countless times before, all the thoughts and lesions he had tried so hard to hide.

He Yu vaguely realized that it would not do to go on like this, he instinctively began to struggle, his wrist to pull out from He Yu's palm, the two of them tugged and pulled harder, He Yu's drunkenness got deeper and deeper, he finally leaned back towards the wall behind him, tilted his head back, and gasped for breath, his chest heaving and falling together.

"Xie Qingcheng, you won't let go will you?"

The boy tilted his head, and when he turned it again his eyes were bloodshot, half from drunkenness, half from hate, and he sneered, "Yes, I was unhappy, I was upset, I couldn't control myself, and everything was just as you said it would be, and you predicted all of it correctly, and were satisfied? To come and see the joke and watch?"

Xie Qingcheng sank his face, "How good do you think your jokes look, I'm watching you for your father because I'm afraid something will happen to you."

"You're afraid something will happen to me?" He Yu was almost sarcastic, red-eyed, "Our doctor-patient relationship is over, what are you looking out for him for? Did he pay you to look after him? My father, he prostituted you for nothing and you did it too!"

He Yu finished his sentence and jerked his hand hard, this time finally pulling his wrist out of Xie Qingcheng's palm, who was slightly distracted.

Xie Qingcheng does not know the meaning of white whoring in the mouths of young people nowadays, and for a moment there was provoked and sternly reprimanded: "Say what things! What whoring? He is your father! You're not like that!"

"You listen to my father so much, what you do are all rushing to his face, then you find him to go, let him give you wages before, I can't afford to hire you anyway." He Yu, a little drunk and depressed in spirit, sneered and stared at Xie Qingcheng, "You really must be in charge, I can only whore you out for nothing, whoring means not paying for it, Dr. Xie, are you willing to do it?"

"......"

Xie Qingcheng looked into He Yu's eyes.

Wet, hollow, self-deprecating, mocking his ...... Even if that kind of thick and deep lashes cover it, even if the surrounding light is dim as it is, those eyes can still convey a turnover of emotions. He Yu tilted his neck, sideways cheeks, the end of the eyes seem to be moored tears, but also seem to be nothing.

He just leaned in, looking askance at him, asking him.

"That's not fun, is it, Xie Qingcheng?"

"What's the point of being nosy ......?"

"It won't kill me to slit my wrists, so can you let me vent in peace? I did my best, I didn't kill anyone, I didn't set any fires, I did my own fucking damage, okay? What's wrong with me being depressed? Do you all want to fucking kill me? That's enough!"

He Yu's mind was getting more and more chaotic, his consciousness was passing at a speed visible to the naked eye, he usually didn't talk too much to Xie Qingcheng, but when he was drunk, he would become violent and talkative.

Xie Qingcheng just looked down at him and listened to him for a while, and then--

He suddenly raised his hand and covered He Yu's eyes.

With his gaze obscured, He Yu was stunned and took hold of Xie Qingcheng's wrist - the force he used was not light, but his voice was soft, so light that it was almost a whisper.

"Xie Qingcheng." he was blindfolded by him, his lips exposed under his palms opening and closing, "What do you want?"