It's been lying to me.

He Yu is indeed crazy.

It's been many days since the night, and he's actually been discharged from the hospital for a long time, but hasn't spoken to anyone or gone back to the main house.

Now everyone is disgusting and hypocritical in his eyes. He owns a flat in a new development in downtown Huzhou, and he doesn't go there much after he gets the key, at the moment he chooses to live there alone.

When he first saw Xie Qingcheng's videos, he was devastated, but when he came to his senses, he wasn't happy about it.

He'd wondered when he'd calmed down a bit at the hospital if he could have misunderstood.

Could it be that the criminal gang had ulterior motives and Xie Qingcheng's past was taken out of context? Xie Qingcheng is not such a person.

With this expectation, with this last hope, he went back home - he wanted to confirm it himself, he didn't want to be disturbed by anyone.

What he didn't realize, however, was that the things that were turned up were far more brutal than the tip of the iceberg he'd seen on the video.

The truth is horrible.

The deeper he looked into it, the sicker he got.

On the table were medications to control his condition, and he hadn't touched them since he'd taken a few.

Because it doesn't work at all.

The result of his personal investigation has caused his inner world to collapse even more, and it is no longer something that can be controlled by some pills. His heart is like moss, his whole senses are numb, he wants to kill and devour blood, morality and law suddenly become very unworthy of mention in his eyes.

Yes, life is nothing when Ai Bola attacks. If a person is not afraid of death, why would he be afraid of the rules of the game?

He Yu sits on a single black armchair, his cell phone rings many times, a message from Xie Qingcheng calling, but he doesn't answer or read it.

He just lifted his eyes and looked at a whole white wall in front of him.

With a floor height of over five meters, the walls are as wide as a huge screen in a movie theater.

And right now, thousands of chats were densely projected on the wall.

--This is all that can currently be recovered from cloud traces through black technology -- Xie Qingcheng's private incoming and outgoing messages over the past many years.

Information about He Yu.

He Yu is a top hacker, he has always had this kind of perverted ability, but having the ability doesn't necessarily mean that he will actually do certain things, just like there are many people in this society who have the ability to kill people, but how many of them will become real murderers? He Yu has a clear line in his mind, a line he has never crossed in the past.

But once you pry open the dusty door and step inside, you see what it's like inside.

He watched as the blood ran cold.

Although too much time had elapsed and the news had recovered tattered, the information that was available was sufficient.

From the earliest recoverable content, he sees that his father offered Xie Qingcheng a high retainer to see him, but Xie Qingcheng was initially reluctant and said that Case #3 had died, with a serious tendency to violent aggression before he died, and that although he sympathized with He Yu's situation, he really didn't want to spend his time on a long-drawn-out relationship with a psychiatric Ai Although he sympathized with He Yu, he really didn't want to spend his time on a long-term relationship with a psychiatric Ai Bola patient.

"Taking care of this kind of patient is fruitless and doesn't make much sense. I want to use this time to work on subjects that are more worthwhile."

He Jiwei sent him a message: "He Yu is different. He is still too young, and he will definitely not go the same way as case number three. I know that the mental Ai Bola disease will not be unattractive to you, Dr. Xie, please, for the sake of my previous friendship with you, you should come to our house at least once to talk. Meet my son."

"Mr. He, I have another very important thing to accomplish, and I don't quite agree with the kind of companion therapy that the other doctors and you are talking about, maintaining a relationship with one doctor for a long period of time will cause the patient to develop a dependency mentality, and when the time comes to force the end of the treatment, it's just like detoxification, but instead it's more likely to affect the patient's emotional rebound."

He Jiwei : "But I have no other way. I can only try this way."

"......"

"Dr. Xie, please, for my sake, will you at least see him once?"

It was so hard to come, a thousand centuries of begging.

What about the day you leave?

On the day of separation --

He Jiwei : "Dr. Xie, you still decided to end this job."

"Yes."

"Beyond the contract, there are favors after all. You've always been kind to He Yu, sometimes even arguing with me over him ......"

"Any other person, I would have the same attitude. Because that's what I'm paid to do."

"But He Yu has become dependent on you, you should know that."

"I've been talking to Mr. He from the beginning about how prolonged companion therapy can have this effect on patients. It's really all to be expected."

He Jiwei : "Dr. Xie, you are different for him ......"

Xie Qingcheng : "But he is the same to me as all patients."

"It doesn't make any difference."

The conversation isn't over.

He Jiwei said, "Xie Qingcheng, if you insist on leaving, I can't force you to stay, but the contract, even if it is terminated early, we originally agreed on ten years. There are some rewards that I promised you, so I won't be able to honor them all."

Xie Qingcheng : "It's okay, I don't care."

Having said that, He Jiwei also realized that it was useless to talk to Xie Qingcheng anymore.

His message, after a long silence, became, "...... Then think about what to say to him, you left so suddenly, there has to be a way to get him to accept it as soon as possible."

Xie Qingcheng replied dryly, "If you, Mr. He, have no objections, I intend to tell him that the original term of the contract is seven years, so that he will feel more comfortable in his heart. But it also needs your cooperation."

"......"

"Xie Qingcheng, is there really no room for discussion on this matter? Qin Ciyan's incident gave you such a big blow, do you have to be so desperate?"

"Mr. He, there's no such thing as never never, it's a job."

"I can't, and never have, brought more emotion with me."

"I have to leave my job."

"Can't it wait until the end of the contract?"

"Can't."

"...... Xie Qingcheng, your heart as a person is really colder than I thought."

"That was the kindest lie to him."

Outside the window, the city lights flicker, the giant billboards change, and the light reflected in He Yu's living room flows like sparkling water, washing over the tens of thousands of messages projected on the walls.

The water has taken away the lead, and He Yu seems to have seen Xie Qingcheng's face only today.

His patience with him, his equality, his acceptance, it's all a lie.

It's reading from a book, it's a falsehood, it's paperwork, it's cajoling him to deceive him.

Even the duration of the contract stated at the time of parting was not true.

He really believed it then.

I believe that Xie Qingcheng is the time has come, so I decided to leave.

Is this the truth? ......

Ten years.

Xie Qingcheng should have stayed with him until he graduated from high school.

But after the Qin Ciyan incident, Xie Qingcheng decided to leave himself rather than cut his pay.

How scared is he?

He cheated on himself with He Jiwei, yet he was able to be so calm and collected and reasoned that it was a normal parting of a relationship.

The reasoning is all Xie Qingcheng's, and he's like a clown who doesn't know what's going on and makes no sense.

It's so stupid ......

It's all fake.

Fake!

Xie Qingcheng Those words that used to support him, to give him strength in the agony of his illness, to make him struggle to guard his heart, were indeed just the words of a psychiatrist speaking to a patient in a scene.

It's like a surgeon telling a patient with terminal cancer, "You've got to hang in there and there's hope."

In fact, the doctor knew in his heart that there was no hope.

Again, it's as if the police are advising the young man who wants to make light of the situation, "You're not hard to look at! What makes you think so? Everyone is unique, there will always be someone who likes you, come down, give me your hand!"

But was it true that the policeman could not see the ugly face of the light-hearted boy, the fat and demented body?

And that's just the vainest of consolations.

Xie Qingcheng's medical philosophy, the philosophy that led him to society, had given him ten years of inner support, and even when Xie Qingcheng finally chose to leave, He Yu didn't hold a grudge against him.

He tried his best to understand what Xie Qingcheng said, what Xie Qingcheng called the end of the relationship between normal people and normal people.

He finally reconciles himself with Xie Qingcheng's choices, as well as with himself.

But I didn't realize that none of these were Xie Qingcheng's sincere words.

Just a doctor's treatment, some pretty words.

Even the length of the contract he told himself was fabricated.

He couldn't help but think again of Xie Qingcheng and himself meeting a gay couple in the cafeteria when they were eating, when they were both uncomfortable and got up to change places.

He was a bit surprised and asked Xie Qingcheng, "Aren't you a doctor, why can't you see it too?

But Xie Qingcheng told him at that time that the medical concept, and the personal idea, are two separate things.

As a doctor, he does believe that homosexuality does not have any psychological problems, but as a person, Xie Qingcheng is emotionally incapable of accepting this kind of same-sex relationship.

So now He Yu also sees it very clearly.

As a doctor, Xie Qingcheng is willing to guide him towards society and treat him as a normal person.

But as Xie Qingcheng, he didn't build up any feelings with him, he not only kept himself away from him - He Yu couldn't help but remember that Xie Qingcheng had also once told Xie Xue to stay away from him.

Xie Qingcheng was afraid, he fled, he preferred not to be paid more, but also to make him and his loved ones, all with his own distance ......

He Yu leaned back in the armchair, supporting his face as he watched all this in front of him.

He smiled slowly, his lips thin, and when viewed sideways, the curve on the hook was a bit deceptive.

"You doctors, are you so hypocritical?"

He whispered softly, murmuring to the empty white walls in front of him.

The wound on his shoulder was still bandaged, blood oozing out, and there was a vague, dull ache that spread like snake venom down the scar to his fingertips, his heart.

"What a good piece of human skin on you ...... Xie Qingcheng."

He Yu felt in this moment that all those things he had done before were as good as jokes, what with restraining his heart and freeing himself from the disease's grip.

What was he trying to do, what was he clinging to, and what was he believing in all these years?

He closed his eyes slowly, the scars on his wrists seeming to ache in addition to the gunshot wound on his shoulder.

He thought, How can Xie Qingcheng be hypocritical to this extent. A pair of hands had blindfolded him and made him follow in ignorance for so long.

He and he said that having a disease is not scary.

He told him that he could yell out in pain and ask for candy and no one would laugh at him.

He knocked on his hardened heart word by word. He had thought that Xie Qingcheng was reaching out to him with a pair of warm hands, but it turned out to be just an ice-cold knife.

He Yu protected himself well, but Xie Qingcheng's knife went deep into his heart.

It's so sad.

He Yu has lived for nineteen years, wearing a tightly knit mask, never telling anyone the truth, and never getting too many heartfelt words from anyone.

In these nineteen years of illness, only Xie Qingcheng has asked him one question--

"Don't you hurt?"

Don't you hurt ......

He Yu slowly stood up from between the armchairs, raised his hand, and pressed it to his heart.

He looked at the icy message spread out in front of him, like a bone-chilling blizzard blowing head-on, he lowered his head, bowed down, and slowly smiled ......

It was funny how he seemed to, literally, feel the horror of pain.

Is this what hurts?

Associated with deception, associated with futile and useless efforts, associated with his stupidity and loneliness.

If that was the case, he'd rather keep on being numb all the time. What's wrong with being a grass? Why should he be put to death by lies?

He went through it page by page, sheet by sheet, article by article, word by word, and every word seemed like a knife that cut into his heart. He originally thought that his heart has a very thick callus, however, this moment is so painful that it seems that even the flesh and blood of the skin does not belong to himself ...... does not belong to himself ......

He Yu raised his hand and touched it to his forehead, his fingertips were cold, his limbs were numb, he knew enough, he suddenly got up and swept away everything on the coffee table in front of him in an almost tyrannical manner.

Debris clattered to the ground!

He gasped, to find the projection remote, he lifted it up, he was going to close this Pan Duola's magic box-!

However ......

It was then that he saw one of these nebulous blasts of messages belonging to Xie Xue.

Sent six years ago.

The day of his birthday.

"Brother, Auntie Lai is sick, I'm hanging water with her, when are you coming back from your trip? The hospital procedures are so messy, my head is getting big, it would be great if you were here. ......"

When He Yu first saw this message, he just felt that his mind was gently tugged by something, like a moth landing on a spider's web, and initially did not react.

But a few seconds passed, and he looked up suddenly, incredulously, at the message, and the moths clinging to the cobwebs began to struggle frantically, fluttering, their wings vibrating down phosphorus dust, fanning out a mountain of memories--

Six years ago?

His birthday?

That Day ......

Wasn't Xie Xue with him on that day?!