Madness

It hurts too much.

Contract scam, Xie Xue's truth, Xie Qingcheng's deception, headlong throw escape ......

Nineteen years in a dream, he thought he was well disguised, deceiving everyone, when in fact he was the madman who had been deceived the most.

He Yu held his head and howled, like a bloodied beast in a trap, his voice didn't sound like a human being, his voice was hoarse and torn, his eyes were half doped with confusion and madness, and he sat in the corner with his head in his hands, curled up like he was afraid of the cold.

What creed?

Lies!

What warmth?

Illusion!

He's a psychopath, he's a delusional, he's an ugly, ridiculous, absurd, hilarious fool who exposes his scars to people and doesn't know it!

For a moment he looked pitiful, like a baby dying in its mother's womb, cut off from the outside world, its umbilical cord broken, unable to breathe, sunk in an infinite suffocation, its cries in the water unable to be heard by the people on the shore.

He can only hold himself tight, all the warmth comes from his own ......

It's all just comfort he gives himself.

He Yu clutches his hair, stiff for a long time, his eyes getting redder and darker inside, he finally stops howling and he sits quietly, his body stretched out, his head tilted back, staring at the ceiling.

Then he got up.

He looked at the ornamental cabinet, which reflected his wretched figure.

Terribly strange.

"Bang."

Suddenly the darkness and violence pressed in his bones swung out violently, and he copied the metal decorations next to him, and slammed them down on the trim cabinet in a frenzy!

This was like opening the shackles of the evil dragon, and his inner demons came out of their holes, vacated, and were roaring and hissing and raining down hate - he went completely insane, He Yu roared, smashed almost everything in his house, and got himself worsened wounds and blood, but he didn't care at all, either.

He tore down the curtains, cracked the TV, reduced everything to rubble-

There should always be something to pay tribute to his inner death.

This crazy venting do not know how long it lasted, even if the building soundproof again, the neighbors downstairs can not stand it, ran up to knock on the door, He Yu violently pushed the door open, bloodied hand is a steel pipe removed from the window track, behind the ground is full of mess, a pair of bloodshot eyes, staring at each other in death.

"Anything?"

The neighbor pees in his pants and goes limp, but He Yu grabs him by the collar and picks him up and stands him up straight.

The smell of blood was so thick it reached his nostrils, and his neighbor's fine silk robe was stained with He Yu's blood.

He Yu asked again morosely, "What's the matter?"

"No no no!" Neighbor did not expect a rush of eyes is such a bloody and violent scene, the pale and pretty boy in the house looks evil like the kind of neurotic ghosts on TV, the neighbor where still dare to say anything, two cheeks wildly shaking, two strands of war, arched his hand and said, "Brother, big brother! You feel free, you are happy, you are happy."

He Yu pushed him out and slammed the door.

The neighbor practically crawled and rolled back to the elevator, shivering and wailing before he even dipped his toe in the door, "Wife - wife help ......"

He Yu's venting was interrupted by the arrival of this man.

He gasped and turned back sideways, glancing at the whole home where it still looked like home.

It's clearly a war scene.

He Yu swept around with his red eyes, thinking that there was really nothing left for him to smash, he threw the steel pipe across his hand and stepped through the rubble, walking towards the bathroom with a green face.

He looked at his own face in the chapped mirror.

Because of the cracks, his reflection is in tatters, as if he were showing a thousand faces in society.

He Yu was quiet for a moment, letting his breathing calm down, his lips slowly going from trembling to calm ......

The pathos had passed, the madness had passed, and at this moment, the only thing left for him was peace - a terrible peace.

With the violence out of the way and the entire lair destroyed, what's next?

He should still go outside, he didn't care what was normal or not at the moment, he just wanted to reveal that abnormality, spread his jagged, hideous wings, fly out of his dark hole and hiss at the so-called normal people.

The young man in the mirror slowly raised his eyes, and a bleeding hand leapt up to brush his cheek, slowly grasping it.

The corner of his mouth, fell a seemingly gentlemanly and gentle, in fact, no longer with the old days different cold thin smile.

.

Xie Qingcheng, who is far away from the dormitory building of Shanghai Medical University, is vaguely uneasy, and his eyelids have jumped several times.

After he and Chen Man finished eating, Chen Man helped put the table away and was ready to go back.

Before leaving Chen Man said to him, "Brother, I will come back tomorrow night. That ......"

"Hmm?"

"You should stop surfing the internet lately, it's quite annoying." Chen Man said softly.

Xie Qingcheng knew that he was referring to the internet about the projection of the Canton Tower, but Chen Man was overly concerned, he wasn't one to pay too much attention to information on the internet, not to mention the fact that reality was already so messy.

Xie Qingcheng answered, and after sending Chen Man away, he bought a new pack of cigarettes downstairs and smoked them while making a phone call to Xie Xue.

Xie Xue's state is not much better, but with Auntie Lai accompanying, more or less comfortable, siblings are talking, the phone suddenly has a call in, he also urged Xie Xue a few words, ended the call.

The call was from Zheng Jingfeng.

"Hey, Zheng."

"Shay, someone on our team just saw that little kid you went to the archives with."

Xie Qingcheng's heart tightened, "He's out of the hospital?"

Zheng Jingfeng grunted in response, but his focus was clearly not on that as he said, "Yeah, by the way, how old is your little friend? Eighteen? Nineteen? I forgot ......"

Xie Qingcheng : "...... What are you asking for."

"You think I want to ask nah, wasn't it you who told me to talk to you in case something happened?"

Xie Qingcheng's knuckles were slightly white, "What happened to him?"

"It is not a big deal, alas, I found that they bourgeoisie and our proletariat is a chasm, fuck, eighteen nineteen years old, the old man is still in the army to get up early and train. Your little friend, presumably discharged from the hospital but still in a bad mood, just drove a luxury car to go to the empty night club ...... yo, you see we have news in this work group, I heard that he is fast to drive a sports car into a rocket, it is not easy to stop him in front of the club, he cooperated with the cooperation, but the attitude of his mother bad to outrageous, out of the car thumped a Throw the car door and let people directly tow the car away and get lost, saving him from coming out and looking for a chauffeur."

Xie Qingcheng : "......"

"And empty night club, you know that place, right? Really not a good place, you say it is illegal, it is also the rules and regulations of business, not over the line of the hook, but the nightclub these things miasma, we all unspoken ......"

Xie Qingcheng took a deep breath, and He Yu's gentle and understanding face appeared in front of his eyes again, no matter whether it was pretense or not, in the end, it became a blood-stained, ice-cold look back in front of the Canton Tower.

"I see." Xie Qingcheng lifted his hand to his forehead, leaned against the window, and said into his cell phone, "Thank you, Lao Zheng."

"That's fine, you'll listen to me more from now on, don't get caught up in your parents' affairs. It's time for you to get some air, I can't stand to see you like this."

"...... good."

After hanging up the phone, Xie Qingcheng put on his jacket and went to the Empty Night Club.

He thought of He Yu as a young man standing in front of the villa's sofa, not giving up his self-respect, but not giving up his parting, looking at himself in that sad, stubborn, but forcibly okay way.

"Xie Qingcheng, I have a lot of pocket money, I can ......"

I can hire you.

I don't want to be sunk in a whirlpool, will you save me ...... will you save me ......

The words that He Yu could not say, the pleas for help that he could not send, he never saw. He Yu's dignity allowed him to save his last dignity in front of Xie Qingcheng, but he also lost his last chance to seek help.

That was the year he left him.

However, He Yu didn't resent him too much when he saw him again.

Even when he needed help the most, it was the boy who accompanied himself into the dragon's den and almost ended up putting his life on the line.

He Yu had said that a man had done the same to him when he gave himself his hand.

But Xie Qingcheng did it because of his status, because of his job, because he was in his position.

And yet what is this child for?

Xie Qingcheng closed his eyes.

Zheng Jingfeng's words seem to be in his ears. Said He Yu went to the empty night consumption, said He Yu bad attitude ......

He knew that He Yu had never been like this before.

In order to ask for a word of approval, for the eyes of others, in order to reintegrate into this society, in order to make a tenacious resistance to the disease, He Yu never succumbed to his own desires, never took Mephistopheles's poisonous wine, he refused to fall, refused to admit defeat, he lived ten times more than ordinary people try a hundred times harder to do everything to be the most perfect. He is too afraid of disappointing people.

A patient, trying to make it on his own, don't let anyone give up on him, don't equate him with number one, number two, number three, who died before him.

He'd been doing his best to call for help.

That's why he's so afraid of making mistakes, of not being good enough, of disappointment in the eyes of others.

But he was finally left behind.

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

The sarcasm with restraint, the sarcasm that was really a sigh and a plea, he heard, but he couldn't hear the pleading and sobbing hidden in the teenager's midst.

Xie Qingcheng knows.

There were some things that did fail him.

The boy had trusted him so much, and even though he hadn't been very nice to him, just business, that had been a rare sincerity and equality for He Yu.

So He Yu wasn't wrong in his scolding, he was the one who was too ruthless and never did the right thing, never did it right.

Inside the Empty Night Club.

"Aigoo, Mr. He, rare guest, rare guest..."

The manager of the club is a particularly eloquent old man uncle, suits well oil head and powder face, people also slippery and greasy water and scurry out of the mouse-like.

Just now when He Yu was talking to the traffic police, he was beside them all listening. Although He Yu didn't come to Empty Night very often, but after all, he was a person in the circle, and when he had to help his family to deal with the relationship before, he also accompanied his clients to come here to relax.

Usually He Yu himself just sits down and chats with people for a while, and when the atmosphere is heated up, he goes downstairs to sign the bill, lets the manager put the spending on his card, and leaves himself.

Not today.

The manager's eyes were sharp and he realized that Mr. He didn't bring anyone else with him today, just himself. Moreover, what happened in HUU is spread all over HUZ, as one of the protagonists of the incident, what kind of psychological stress or abnormal behavior He Yu has, that's normal in the manager's opinion.

I guess after the lad got shot, he sought to find out that he couldn't live a dull life, so he finally figured it out, and like the males of his generation, he planned to come here to find out the true meaning of life.

He Yu is a walking black card in the eyes of his manager, who greets him with a smile. I guess Master He said he wanted his mom to come out and chat with him, he would not hesitate to give his mom a long-distance hotline and buy an early flight ticket.

"Mr. He, what floor would you like to go to tonight? I will immediately arrange the best service for you ......"

He Yu had simply treated the gunshot wound on his arm before he left home. He was still wearing a simple plain black long-sleeved turtleneck fall shirt, jeans, and even a schoolboy baseball cap, but through the shadow of the cap's brim, his almond-shaped eyes could be seen to be shrouded in a haze that was rare even in adult society.

He looked up, the light of the paper-white, empty night trickling through his dark eyes.

He said, "Penthouse."

"......"

The top floor is all one big room, with excellent privacy, and the staff of the box is also taught by their boss himself, all of them are smart and clever, it is a very suitable place to talk about any business and do anything.

And of course, the spending is sky high.

The manager thought to himself, the He family's great young man this is really, to go to the top of the elimination still do not primping a bit, thanks to today's encounter with him, otherwise this simple and casual to the extreme of the student dress, in which no eyesight underlings, it is estimated to be able to stop the young master down.

The manager thought of this secretly thankful that he had avoided a bloody storm, otherwise with Mr. He today so abnormal look, he was messed up will not smash the scene that is not certain.

"You lead the way." He Yu fades with his hands in his jeans.

The manager was busy stretching his waist and bowing, greeting him with a smile, "Yes, yes, yes, come on, Mr. He, this way please."