Chapter 3: I was a little resistant to him from the start

This is Xie Xue's brother, Xie Qingcheng.

Xie Qingcheng once treated He Yu and served as the family's personal physician.

Although He Yu looks no different from a normal person, he has always given outsiders the impression that he is gentle, kind and thrifty, and that he has excellent character and behavior. However, the He family has a little-known secret - the envied "other people's children" have been suffering from a rare mental illness since childhood.

It is an isolated case, and so far there are only four patients with case records. The basic state of each patient is similar, the hormone system and the nervous system have congenital defects, when the disorder will be a big change in temperament, they are usually numb to pain, when the disease attacks, they will go crazy, bloodthirsty, with a strong tendency to destroy people or self-destruction, the standard anti-social personality, the physical appearance of a high fever, disorganization and other symptoms of the disease, each attack is more severe than the previous one.

The clinical term for this disease is "Ai Bola", which will gradually cause a person's spirit to disintegrate, his body to become numb, and his body and mind together to die twice. The disease worsens step by step, just like cancer, and the patient gradually evolves from a person with full civil capacity to a person with limited civil capacity, and eventually loses his civil capacity completely, and becomes a complete lunatic.

Cases #1 through #3 had all died from unbearable torture before they got completely worse.

He Yu is number 4.

His parents took him to many well-known doctors both at home and abroad, but nothing helped, and the doctors felt that the only way to delay the process was to first have a healthcare provider stay with He Yu for a long period of supervised treatment to reduce the incidence of the disease.

For various reasons, the He family finally found Xie Qingcheng, who was twenty-one years old at the time.

That year, He Yu was eight years old.

But now He Yu is nineteen and Xie Qingcheng is thirty-two.

Xie Qingcheng looked more composed than before, one could even say indifferent, he was not prone to too many waves about things, so he didn't report too much surprise at He Yu's sudden return, he only spent a few seconds looking over the young man he hadn't seen in three or four years from head to toe, then ignored He Yu's polite pleasantries.

At his age and social status, he had no interest or need to lecture a boy who wasn't even twenty yet on the scene.

He simply asked, "Why are you here."

"I ......"

"It's already this time of day, and this is the women's college staff dormitory building."

He Yu smiled slightly, and though he wanted to curse, aren't you fucking here, he said courteously, "I haven't seen Mr. Xie in a long time, I had a long conversation and lost track of time, I'm so sorry, Dr. Xie."

"You don't have to call me Dr. Shea anymore, I'm not a doctor anymore."

He Yu whispered, "Sorry, get used to it."

"...... Aiya." Xie Xue in the side to see the atmosphere of the two of them stiff, hastened to reconcile, "That, big brother, you do not plate a face so serious well ...... He Yu, you sit, you do not have to be too nervous, we have not seen for a long time."

As she talks, she pulls away from He Yu again, politely - as she often does, relaxed and more intimate when alone with He Yu, but maintaining a polite boundary with him when others are present, especially Xie Qingcheng.

He Yu estimated that she had this kind of behavior because she was afraid of being trained by Xie Qingcheng since she was a child. Her feudal society big pawn like brother is a standard straight male cancer, but also a machismo especially heavy, especially father straight male cancer.

This kind of person is often very sensitive to the safety hazards of the women in his family. When Xie Xue was a child, Xie Qingcheng wouldn't even allow her to wear skirts that didn't reach the knee. One time the school organized a home-school performance, Xie Xue breakdancing, Xie Qingcheng on the stage face are looking black, the little girl off the stage he asked her why she participated in this kind of messy dance rehearsal, and then forcibly draped his suit jacket over her body.

It's only eight or nine o'clock, but I'm afraid Xie Qingcheng would think it's very late, and it's very inappropriate for He Yu and his sister to be alone together.

As expected, Xie Qingcheng entered the room, pulled out a chair and sat down, and the man in charge folded his long legs, loosened a cufflink while raising his eyes to look at He Yu indifferently:

"Tell me how it's such a coincidence that you got into the school Xie Xue teaches, or the program she teaches."

"......"

This gesture is really too manly, completely professional. He Yu felt for a moment that he was a patient who went to the hospital for help, and the doctor was in a bad mood, asking with a stern face:

"Tell me what's wrong."

He Yu thought so and felt a little funny.

Xie Qingcheng saw that he didn't answer for half a day, the corner of his mouth seemed to still have some seemingly unnoticeable smiles, his eyes became colder: "Can't say?"

"......"

He's wrong. It's not the doctor asking the patient.

The tone is almost like a police officer interrogating a prisoner.

He Yu sighed, "No."

"Then say so."

"I don't feel comfortable abroad and I like the choreography program. You are going to ask me why I am so coincidental, how can you ask me to explain this?" He Yu smiles, his nature seems to be very patient, "I'm not a fortune teller."

"You like choreography?"

"Yes."

Xie Qingcheng didn't ask any more questions, as his eyes were drawn to the "scrambled ham and egg lumps" that He Yu was carrying.

Xie Qingcheng frowned, "...... something."

He Yu was tempted to throw the plate at Xie Qingcheng's face, which looked as if someone owed him a billion dollars, and attach the words What's it to you?

But Xie Xue was in the way, so the boy still smiled politely at her brother and said, "Yangzhou fried rice."

Xie Qingcheng scrutinized it for a few seconds, and with a cold fatherly face, "Take off the apron, I'll make a new one."

"......"

"How you survived all those years abroad."

"...... order takeout."

Xie Qingcheng looked at him with sharper eyes, with some reproach.

Under such a gaze, He Yu felt for no reason that this feeling was very much like the first time they met, on the newly mowed green grounds of the villa, Xie Qingcheng looked down at the seven-year-old him, his biting eyes seeming to be able to scrutinize and dissect his heart.

On that day, which was also He Yu's birthday, a group of children were playing in the He family's huge villa. When they were tired of playing, they chatted on the white sandstone floor by the lake cliff about what they wanted to do when they grew up.

"I want to be a star when I grow up!"

"I'm going to be a scientist."

"I want to be an astronaut!"

A little fat guy, not sure what he wants, but not willing to show it, looks left and right, just in time to see Guan Jia crossing the front yard with a young doctor in tow.

The green lawn, the clear blue sky, the young doctor holding in his arms a bouquet of flowers purchased for a visit to the owner, endless summer hydrangeas that bloomed to splendor were wrapped in pale silver silk tissue paper with silver willows and heavy fresh roses, and the bouquet was chicly covered with a layer of tulle used for embellishments.

Xie Qingcheng was holding a flower in one hand, while the other hand was casually inserted in his coat pocket. He wore a clean and well-fitting lab uniform white coat with two ballpoint pens pinned to his chest, and since he wasn't working officially, his shirt was open, revealing the lead-gray shirt inside and his long, well-toned legs wrapped in casual suit pants.

The little fat man looked dumbfounded, and after a while, stretched out his short, fat sausage fingers, pointed at Xie Qingcheng, and his voice was loud: "I want to be ...... I want to be a doctor!"

Suddenly the wind blew tightly, and the seller of flowers packaging business is too fucking careless, the wind actually Xie Qingcheng arms bouquet of flowers on the veil blew open, the white veil all of a sudden floated in the lawn over, and in the wind stops when堪堪然落.

The children all looked up at the white veil, which ended up in the hands of He Yu, the only one who was not interested.

"......" He Yu didn't like all these medical, ah, drug reps, and researchers that often showed up in his house, but he was used to being courteous. So he still lowers his head, picks up the soft square of saran wrap, and walks over to -

"Doctor, you dropped something."

He tilted his face up and was met by a pair of pupil-water indifferent eyes.

In the summer, He Yu, who was studying Tang poetry at the time, inexplicably thought of the phrase: "the sound of snow is beside the bamboo".

Xie Qingcheng bowed his head to receive the light veil, and the lab coat blew slightly with the movement, like the feathery metamorphosis of a white crane after it had transformed into a demon.

"Thanks."

At this time, He Yu suddenly smelled a faint odor of potion from between his sleeves.

Some studies say that a large part of how people feel about each other depends on the scent they carry.

Meaning, if a person happens to give off a body scent that you like, then it's easier for you to fall in love at first sight. And if that person has a scent that you find repulsive or frightening, then I'm afraid your future relationship won't be a healthy one.

He Yu doesn't like Xie Qingcheng's scent.

Cold and hard, like the countless bitter pills he'd swallowed as a child, the alcohol iodine rubbed on his skin before shots, the smell of antiseptic water that permeated the pale, cold, unaccompanied hospital room.

He had an almost instinctive fear of the smell and subconsciously cringed.

However, his shoulder was taken by Uncle Guan Jia, who smiled and introduced him to the big brother of the doctor who was making him uncomfortable, "Dr. Xie, this is our boss's son."

Xie Qingcheng was about to move away from his gaze stopped for a moment, his eyes were deep, gazing at He Yu : "...... So it's you."

That look for no reason at all reminded He Yu of a scalpel, so sharp that He Yu had the strange feeling that his heart would be cut open and put under a microscope.

The young doctor said, "First meeting. In the future, your illness may be treated by me."

He Yu is afraid of doctors, gentle female doctors make him resist, not to mention this kind of nightshade that exudes a serious and cold aura, the eight year old child was instantly uncomfortable, in order to maintain the demeanor, forced to smile a little bit, and then turned around and left.

The scene is witnessed by his mother on the terrace, and Ms. Lv Zhishu, having finished her business for the evening, calls her son into her study, where she pushes a cup of hot cocoa at the right temperature on the emerald-covered tea table to He Yu.

"That Dr. Shea this year, you've met him?"

"I've met you." He Yu was a strict family man, and not so close in front of his mother.

Lv Zhishu was very disappointed with this perverted son, she had already given birth to her second child at that time, although the second baby was not as smart as the first son, but at least it was cute and sweet-talking and still healthy, so she was totally inclined towards the second son only. As for He Yu, she spoke with little patience, "His name is Xie Qingcheng, he'll be your personal doctor from now on, he'll come to our house every week to treat you, you must cooperate well, and you can always ask him to come over if you're not feeling well."

"Uh-huh."

Lv Zhishu looked at the boy in front of her, who was only eight years old, so composed, and always felt a little frightened in her heart, in order to eliminate this uncomfortable atmosphere, she sighed, and slightly teased him, "He Yu, Dr. Xie has signed a contract of sale with our family, if he can't cure you, then he will be reduced to being a longtime laborer in our family, all year round, no salary, and he even can't marry, do you understand what this means."

"Not really."

"It means that if you don't cooperate and discount the effects of his treatment, delaying his return to free agency and causing him to be unable to take a wife in the future, you'll have to be responsible for him and support him for the rest of his life."

He Yu was too young at that time, and although he was precocious, he was only eight years old after all, so he was still shocked. He immediately looked up, "Can I cancel my contract with him?"

"Can't." Ms. Lu was keen on watching the Republic of China's bitter mansion fighting drama when she was catching a plane these days, and on second thought, she actually added a more damaging sentence, "And it's not likely that the way he asked to be in charge is to ask you to come and be his wife, look at you, you're so good looking, and it's quite good to give someone a child bride."

He Yu was not curious about love affairs at that time and was too lazy to dabble in them, so he didn't yet know that marriage in this land was limited to men and women. Hearing Ms. Lu say this, the psychological shadow became even heavier, and for a while, even in his nightmares, there was Xie Qingcheng's silhouette: "No way, I don't like you... ...I don't want to marry you ......!"

This nightmare was not broken until He Jiwei heard about it six months later.

He Jiwei scolded his wife at the time: "What are you and the child talking about?"

Then he scolded He Yu: "How can you believe such words? Where's your usual intelligence? You're a man, and so is Dr. Xie, what do you mean you're going to marry him and be responsible for him, you've got a head full of Pacific Ocean water?"

He Yu is very gloomy.

Over the past six months, as soon as he thought that if he didn't cooperate and let Dr. Xie fail to cure his mental illness, he might have to be used as a child bride by that doctor who exuded an icy aura, he could only keep intentionally making a fool of himself and selling his stupidity in front of Dr. Xie in the hope of letting this man leave an extremely bad impression of himself, and that even if things really came to that later on, this man would definitely not be able to show an interest in himself that he shouldn't have.

But he didn't realize that after pretending to be crazy in front of Xie Qingcheng for half a year, all he got in the end was his father's words--

"Your mom teases you."

If it wasn't for He Yu's good sense of humor, he would have blurted out a direct "Damn you!" If not for He Yu's good manners, he might have blurted out a "Damn you! Unfortunately, He Yu was so disciplined that at the age of eight, not to mention this kind of profanity, not even "motherfucker" made it into his children's and teenagers' encyclopedic dictionaries.

But in any case, through these six months of persistent effort, after persistently disgracing himself in front of Xie Qingcheng, He Yu had almost accomplished a feat, that is, no matter how hard he tried, the subsequent six or seven years ......

No, perhaps more than six or seven years, even after he left Xie Qingcheng at fourteen, even today, perhaps in Xie Qingcheng's opinion--

He Yu, all of him, is still a big, three-dimensional, breathing, gasping douchebag with capital letters.

At this moment, his hands holding this miserable bowl of fried rice, in the eyes of Xie Qingcheng, I'm afraid that after four years, he is still a bowl of fried rice will not even fry the most powerful evidence of the absolute stupid.

The boy put down the fried rice, handed the apron to the suited and booted big brother of the Xie family in charge, and his expression seemed to be calm and cool, but in fact, it was a little gloomy: a mistake, he should not have cooked himself. This does not give Xie Qingcheng pick up the joke for nothing?