Once upon a time

In front of his eyes, it was as if the thirteen-year-old boy was again looking at him, stubbornly, helplessly, but desperately holding back.

On the day he was about to leave the He family, he saw in the young man's eyes, as if he saw something precious that didn't belong to the sick.

But his heart was too hard and insensitive to certain emotions, not to mention the fact that he was too wrapped up in so many things at the time to be able to carefully distinguish the emotions of a child. He then instinctively disbelieved that those eyes were filled with feelings other than those of the doctor and the patient.

He must go.

He Yu was indeed sacrificed and discarded by him.

A child he let go in the chaos of the Qin Ciyan incident. ......

The child had looked at him so steadily when he was swept into the whirlpool by the backwash of sickness, with eyes like those of a young dragon that had handed its tiny paws to a human, had trusted the human, but had been deceived by the human, and had had its wings broken, its spine drawn and its claws broken. It was lying on the rock, wounded, with dried blood on its little wings and fingers, but for the sake of the dragon's face, it refused to say anything too serious.

He Yu is a very self-respecting man, so he tried to refrain from saying--

"Xie Qingcheng, over the past years, I've been through a lot of doctors, who've put me on pills, given me injections, and looked at me the way you would look at an independent patient. Only you are different."

"Because you're the only one who would treat me like I'm someone who should fit in. You told me that shots and medication weren't the most important thing, that going out and connecting with others and building a strong heart was the only way I could make it through."

"Dr. Shea, although I'm not too close to you, I ......"

"......"

"I ......"

"I thought you weren't just looking at me as a patient, you were looking at me as a normal person with feelings."

With such high self-esteem, he was eventually forced to say something almost childish like that.

"I have plenty of pocket money to-"

You can be hired.

I can keep you.

Can you, please don't go?

Can it stay.

Xie Qingcheng thought at that time, He Yu had such a strong reluctance to give up, perhaps all because of Xie Xue, perhaps even He Yu himself also think so.

But it's not really.

As he closed his eyes and thought back on it all, it was as if he could feel He Yu as a child, refusing to take his shots and medication, being carried on his shoulders, those hands going from struggling to submissive, just quietly crouching, resting on his shoulders.

"Thanks Dr."

"Xie Qingcheng."

The voice goes from babyish, to raspy during voice change.

And then, later on, it became a sentence that contained sadness but was hardened by stubbornness and indifference--

"-- Xie Qingcheng, you're not sick, but you have no more heart than I do."

--You Have No Heart ......

I'm still sick, still so sick, why did you just leave me behind ......

"Bang!" The ear-piercing sound of a gunshot, the burst of blood, the blood that dripped onto his palm, the teenager's almond eyes that were so cold and penetrating in the darkness.

He said, Dr. Xie, so the truth is like this ...... You have pretended for so long, it s really hard for you.

Is this how the abandoned and victimized young dragon looks when confronted by the human who has trampled its innocence and eagerness underfoot?

The force and warmth on his shoulders seemed to have disappeared with that.

Xie Qingcheng closed his eyes.

Only the palm of his hand seemed to be still stained with the residual warmth of blood.

"It's exhausting."

Suddenly a man spoke behind him, the force on his shoulder returned, and a hand pressed into the same spot.

He opened his eyes and was at the police station.

The man pressing on his shoulder is Zheng Jingfeng.

He was just lost in thought, in the midst of chaos and busyness, thinking about the past with He Yu.

It was now late at night, Xie Qingcheng was sitting in the questioning room, in front of him the small criminal police had spent more than an hour to finish all the records, he and Zheng Jingfeng said hello, packed up the information and walked out.

Although Xie Qingcheng was not a relative of Zheng Jingfeng, Zheng Jingfeng, after all, had a special relationship with his parents and was recused from the investigation until such time as he came into the interview room.

"Smoke?" Zheng Jingfeng tried to talk to Xie Qingcheng.

"Good." Xie Qingcheng spoke wearily.

Zheng Jingfeng handed him a cigarette and sat down opposite him. Xie Qingcheng lit the fire, bit the filter on the cigarette, and pushed the lighter to him on the table.

Taking a drag, he slowly brought his weary eyes up.

Zheng Jingfeng met him eye to eye. Despite knowing the character of the man in front of him, Zheng Jingfeng was still touched by Xie Qingcheng's gaze at that moment.

It's too hard, too sharp.

Like a bayonet, like a rock, like his dead father and mother.

Or perhaps even more so. Because of all that had happened, it was surprising to see him again at this point, that there wasn't much vulnerability in those eyes, other than physiological exhaustion.

Zheng Jingfeng's hand shook lightly as he lit his own cigarette.

"Why don't you say something."

Xie Qingcheng has a slightly hoarse voice, which makes him at least slightly more like a normal person.

"You come in, you don't just sit around."

"...... Because I don't want to talk about the truth of what should be said, you know it all in your heart, but you still have to go on like that." Zheng Jingfeng sighed, "And, believe it or not, I was trying to figure out how to comfort you before I came in."

"......"

"But after coming in I realized that there wasn't much need for it." Lao Zheng looked at Xie Qingcheng's almost merciless face at the moment.

Xie Qingcheng bit down on his cigarette and dragged it across the ashtray, taking it down from between his dry lips and knocking off the ash.

"Is not necessary."

"But you know what? I look at you now and I think of something."

"What."

Zheng Jingfeng let out a long sigh, "I think of you as a child ......"

"......"

"The first time I met you, you were still in elementary school. Your mother had a cold that day, and you took the initiative to ask to go to the cafeteria to help your mom with her meal." Zheng Jingfeng rigid eyes covered with a layer of memories of soft, "your mother likes to drink tomato and egg soup, you were not tall at that time, stood at the edge of the soup bucket, could not reach the big spoon. I saw it, so I walked over to help you ...... When you looked up and said thank you to me, I looked into your eyes, and I didn't even need to be introduced, I knew you were Zhou Muying and Xie Ping's child."

"......"

"Then you used to come to the office to do your homework, and when you were tired, you draped yourself over your parents' clothes and lay down on the desk for a nap while you waited for them to get off work. I've met a lot of people's kids in the unit, and you were the one who talked the least and knew the most."

Zheng Jingfeng also exhaled a smoke ring and tilted his head back, his eyes chasing the smoke away.

"I couldn't help but be curious later and asked your father how the boy was taught. He laughed and said to me, no one cares about you, you yourself are such a character. I think the old Xie is really enough to show off, unconvinced, I ran to ask you, I don t know if you remember, I asked you at that time why you are so powerful ...... you showed me the awards of the sparring competition, that day just after the awards were given." The old criminal police said, "Then you said ......"

Zheng Jingfeng: "You want to be a cop."

Xie Qingcheng: "I want to be a police officer."

"......"

The words came out at the same time, and when they were finished both men fell a little silent.

After a while, Zheng Jingfeng said, "When other children are asked about their ideals at that age, most of them have a vague idea. You weren't, I knew as soon as I saw the light in your eyes that you were serious. It's probably because you've had such clear intentions since you were a child, so you've always lived a more sober and purposeful life than your peers."

Xie Qingcheng finished his cigarette and lit another one.

Zheng Jingfeng: "You smoke less."

"It's okay." Xie Qingcheng said, "You go on."

Zheng Jingfeng sighed, "...... But you were still like a normal person at that time, calm or not. I look at you now, and really, I'm quite worried for you. An ordinary person wouldn't be able to withstand such a degree of mental constraint from you, it would drive someone crazy. Xiao Xie, there's really no need for you to be this tight."

"I don't feel tight or tired." Xie Qingcheng said, "You don't have to think up some weakness out of me, I'm quite used to the state I'm in. Weakness is something a woman should do, it has nothing to do with me."

Zheng Jingfeng was so exasperated by his two sentences that his head hurt, and he raised his hand and nudged him, ''You really have a problem with this male chauvinism. You need to change. It's a good thing the female comrades in our team aren't here, or else if you were even more handsome, you'd be rolled over in their eyes, and I'd think you deserved it, they rolled their eyes well. What a stereotypical broken mind you have!"

Xie Qingcheng doesn't care about these things.

He fiddled with the cigarette filter, "It's time for the pleasantries to end. Team Zheng, let's talk business."

"Which one is not business?" Zheng Jingfeng stared at him, "I'm asking you, is your life not a priority? Isn't your life a priority? Isn't the messy video that's being put up on that big broadcasting tower outside a priority? You didn't look at your phone, now the internet is all over the place, you're really good, Xie Qingcheng, so a □□ organization was pissed off by you and specifically looked for your video for free delivery, do you think that's a good thing? And you and your little friend were in the archive when it exploded. Yes, I do believe that it's the same thing as what you two have told us, but can the higher-ups think that way? Is that how the program works? You're still under investigation, and so is your little friend. Does that count as business? And, you-"

"How's his injury." Xie Qingcheng interrupted Team Zheng's gushing.

Lao Zheng froze for a moment.

It was the first humane thing Xie Qingcheng had asked him since he entered the house.

Xie Qingcheng is guilty of He Yu.

It was rare for him to feel guilty about anything, especially someone like this who was so much younger than him.

To put it bluntly, sometimes when Xie Qingcheng looks at these youngsters, it's not quite like he's looking at flesh and blood.

It wasn't that he didn't think of them as people, but that he didn't put too much stock in their feelings for him too much.

The same goes for He Yu.

Although Xie Qingcheng had been with him for so many years, and he had been the family's personal doctor from the time He Yu was seven to fourteen years old, Xie Qingcheng had never put He Yu on a level where he could have a normal conversation with himself.

He was always teaching He Yu what to do, and he never wanted to get anything out of He Yu other than one-sided instruction.

Much less thought he could get anything out of a teenager.

For the first time, Xie Qingcheng noticed that He Yu had grown up. He had his own joys and sorrows, personal wishes that he couldn't ignore.

Xie Qingcheng remembered the cold look in He Yu's eyes when he was leaving, and looked at his own blood, which was drying up, and for the first time, he was clearly touched by emotions other than the patient's. Xie Qingcheng was very happy to see that He Yu was not a patient at all.

He asked again, "Team Jung, how is he."

"That little friend of yours is off his meds." Zheng Jingfeng shook his head, "Non-relative, accompany you into the archive."

"And you, how could you let him mess around with you. To do something so dangerous with you."

"......" Xie Qingcheng lowered his eyelashes.

He was really confused, his whole body was torn by nineteen years of pain, his consciousness was fragmented, and when he went to the archive with He Yu, all he could think about was that the organization that had killed his parents might have an answer today, and he didn't even realize that in fact, this kind of action had been too risky.

He didn't come to his senses until the moment Lu Yuzhu took the gun out.

Unfortunately, it's already too late.

"You should be glad Lu Yuzhu doesn't know how to use a gun, or you both would have died in there. Even if you don't die, how will you face his parents if he dies?"

Speaking of which, Zheng Jingfeng scratched his head, annoyed to death: "Speaking of which, he is still He Jiwei's son, you really fucking line, He Jiwei's son you also dare to take use. His parents' phone call all hit our upper leadership side to go, in asking what is going on, fortunately only hit in the arm, has not hurt the bone. Otherwise, I'll see you--I'll see you--"

He severely poked Xie Qingcheng in the air with his fingers a few times.

"I'll see how you finish!"

"......" Xie Qingcheng closed his eyes.

He Jiwei actually called him a few times, but he didn't think of anything to say and didn't answer.

Later He Jiwei messaged him and he said, "Why would He Yu want to do something like this with you?"

That's what Xie Qingcheng didn't know.

Perhaps it was because He Yu had really looked up to his ideas before, and seven years of companionship had made He Yu feel that there might be more to their relationship than just a thinly veiled one of doctor and patient.

But now--

After those videos were aired.

It no longer matters what the original answer was.

He Yu's eyes were cold when he left, as cold as when they first met, even colder than when they first met, like looking at a liar.

Come to think of it, He Yu never used to show that kind of expression even if he said he hated him.

He had never, to anyone, looked like that.

Even at the onset, bloodthirsty and frenzied and ruthless, all his outbursts were directed at himself, and all the damage he chose to do was internal.

Xie Qingcheng was the first person he'd ever plucked out with those horrible eyes.

"Alas, well well well, there's nothing much wrong with that little friend of yours right now, so don't think too much about it." Zheng Jingfeng misunderstood Xie Qingcheng's silence, his hands folded on his desk, and his tone eased slightly, "He's just like you, the procedures that should be followed have to be followed, and the investigations that should be accepted have to be investigated. His parents side, we will first explain clearly, the follow-up should be door to door to apologize, you look after yourself."

"...... Well." Xie Qingcheng was distracted and finished his second cigarette.

He's going to get the third one.

The cigarette case is being held down by Zheng Jingfeng.

"Do you want your lungs? Smoke smoke, have you smoke like this, ah? When you were a kid, you hated people smoking, what's wrong with you now."

Xie Qingcheng: "I'm annoyed."

"Bothering you doesn't smoke like that."

"......"

"I fucking know you're annoyed as hell today, I'm also annoyed with a headache, my grandson is in the hospital with a fever of 39 degrees I didn't have time to make a single call back." Zheng Jingfeng flexed his fingers and tapped the table, "Bear with it! Wait for me to finish with you!"

Xie Qingcheng sighed, "...... OK, you say."

"I listened over the monitor when you dictated just now, and I believe all of what you said. But let me tell you ......" Zheng Jingfeng spoke here, his eyes flickered a bit, and his hard tone just now also loosened up for some reason, "You can't hold out too much hope."

"My guess is that Lu Yuzhu's death was planned a long time ago, and that she was the one their organization left behind to 'pocket the crime'. For this reason they also left behind some evidence and clues that can put the direct culprits of all these murders tonight on her, and all three pieces of evidence fit the conditions for closing the case."

"Today this thing is too big, you know the bigger things, the more need to have an explanation as soon as possible. The people working below are not fools, they do know that there are big loopholes in a lot of details, but some people up there, can't resist too much pressure, the chain of evidence is complete, they may not investigate in detail, and even desperately want to be able to wrap it up right away."

Xie Qingcheng can't smoke, so he's playing with his lighter, making it click.

"And there's an umbrella over it, isn't there."

The knife-edge gaze lifted.

"I don't know which one and how big it is, but since they dared to do it, they have this umbrella."

Zheng Jingfeng : "...... Don't ask me, I don't fucking know shit."

"Indeed I shouldn't ask you." Xie Qingcheng leaned back in his chair.

This is a police station. What can Zheng Jingfeng say? Besides, if he really knows which umbrella is which, why is he sitting here like this?

"Actually, their purpose for this operation tonight is also very clear." Zheng Jingfeng said, "First, to clean up the traces of the archive."

"Secondly, the reason for making so much noise is because they see people like Zhang Yong, who are likely to defect to the police because of their weak character and lack of adhesion to their organization. Tonight's death game at the Cantonment Tower, they are making an example of 'Zhang Yong's people'. So as to let them know that even with the police tracking and protecting them, they can still kill under the eyes of the police. They are deterring all their collaborators and henchmen."

"Thirdly, they want to wrap up the Cheng Kang affair by throwing out the dead man Lu Yuzhu, and perhaps other scapegoats after that, taking advantage of the fact that some of us would like to minimize the impact and close the case quickly, so as to bring the whole thing to an end. Even if the police were to pursue the case further, it would be their own personal action, and they would not be able to do much about it. ...... I don't rule out the possibility that there is indeed a big ghost inside."

Zheng Jingfeng said, returning his attention to Xie Qingcheng.

"But it's the last thing I can't figure out."

Xie Qingcheng actually already knew which one he was referring to, but he still asked, "What."

"Why did they play those videos of you at the end."

"......"

I'm afraid that the video was released because the other side already knew by some means that it was he and He Yu who had interfered with Lu Yuzhu, which could have been guessed by stealing a part of the school's surveillance.

The fact that the other side adopted this approach, so that He Yu would no longer be used by Xie Qingcheng, suggests one thing--

The organization already knew that He Yu was mentally ill.

and already knew that Xie Qingcheng had been his personal physician.

Zheng Jingfeng didn't know about it, and even Xie Xue didn't know about it. Xie Qingcheng had worked for the He family for so many years, and all he said to the public was that it had something to do with He Jiwei's drug company project.

Xie Qingcheng had thought in this direction, and for a moment he even suspected He Jiwei, but this idea is really a bit ridiculous. He Jiwei is He Yu's father and has given Xie Qingcheng a lot of help, he would not do such a thing.

Then Xie Qingcheng also realized, in fact, He Yu has mental illness this matter, can not be considered a brick wall secret, He family so many servants, more or less know some, many mouths, in fact, it is difficult to rely on this to lock to a certain part of the population. What's more, the other side also has a hacker who enters and exits the major information websites like no one's business.

"I asked you a question, Xiao Xie." Zheng Jingfeng saw him lost in thought again and scratched his hair in annoyance.

"Not sure." Xie Qingcheng still hasn't told Zheng Jingfeng about He Yu's illness, "Maybe he monitored me blocking Lu Yuzhu and wanted to teach me a lesson."

Zheng Jingfeng will believe it or not, lifting his eyes to stare at him.

Xie Qingcheng looked back at Lao Zheng without blinking.

Finally Zheng Jingfeng sighed, "Very well. Then their goal has been achieved."

He pushed his cell phone to Xie Qingcheng : "Take a look for yourself."

The internet has exploded, for one thing, because Xie Qingcheng's comments were indeed a bit mean and inappropriate, touching a lot of people's pain points, and taking Prof. Qin Ciyan with him.

The second reason is that such a criminal organization, after the handkerchief-throwing murder game, actually deliberately played an old video related to Xie Qingcheng. Although this video has long been circulated on the Internet, but for so many years there are not many people watching it, and there are not even a few hundred clicks, so it can't be that the other organization thinks that Xie Qingcheng is handsome before they put him up there. People would not know that the video was meant to alienate He Yu, the hacker who was at Xie Qingcheng's side at the time, so there were speculations about whether Xie Qingcheng and the mastermind of the terrorist case would have a connection.

A time of diverse opinions, Xie Qingcheng as a common resigned doctor, now Shanghai medical professor, even directly on the hot search.

"Is it good?" Zheng Jingfeng was again helpless and hated Xie Qingcheng for not listening to him, his feelings were complexly entangled, and in the end there was actually a bit of elder's mockery.

At this time, his disciple was calling him from outside, Zheng Jingfeng got up, patted Xie Qingcheng's shoulder and sighed, "That's really good, stars aren't as handsome as you. But it's a pity how your mouth is so negative. What kind of psychotropic drugs did you take at that time, I don't even believe that you could speak like that. What's wrong with you?"

"...... not going on."

"What do you mean nothing's going on? Is that you? Can I not fucking understand you? If you don't explain yourself before it's too late, look at the consequences, now that public opinion has-"

"You think you know me well Team Zheng?" Xie Qingcheng looked at him, "Those are words from my heart."

"Bullshit heart, I've known you and your parents for two generations combined for over forty years, I can't help but know you ......"

However, meeting Xie Qingcheng's eyes, Zheng Jingfeng's tone eventually softened again, "...... Forget it. If you don't want to talk about it, forget it! I also do not force you, anyway, you want to do things head broken blood no one can stop, served you, okay?"

"......"

"You get some rest. When you're rested, go see that little friend of yours."

I could tell that this was the last thing Zheng Jingfeng chose to say to him, "I don't know why, but he's been running a high fever, but the wounds were treated promptly and didn't get infected."

Xie Qingcheng looked up, his fingers imperceptibly clenched.

-- An inexplicable high fever is one of the symptoms of He Yu's mental Ai Bola disorder when it strikes. Then he ......

"But also do not know whether he is willing to see you, he seems to be in a pretty bad mood, in addition to the necessary answer what words do not say much." Zheng Jingfeng sighed, "...... others have already gone to the hospital, turn around and you contact yourself to see."