Lose 100 million today

Chuzheng changed the flowers in Xia Qiu's room every day. At first, Xia Qiu would look at them every time.

I may have gotten used to it later on, so I almost didn’t look at it, just letting the flowers come in the morning and go away in the evening.

Chu Zheng asked someone to lay a fluffy carpet on the floor of Xia Qiu's room. The air conditioner was at a suitable temperature, neither too cold nor too hot.

Xia Qiu didn't like the bed. After getting the carpet, he never touched the bed again.

Except for sleeping in the closet, I sleep on the carpet the rest of the time.

Chuzheng asked someone to move the bed out.

Without the bed, the room seemed emptier.

"Do you have any hobbies?"

Xia Qiu pointed at herself.

"Well, you."

Xia Qiu looked up at the ceiling, slowly turned her head and looked at Chu Zheng.

He wrote two words on the white paper.

"draw?"

Chuzheng brought him painting tools the next day.

Xia Qiu stood aside, watching Chu Zheng assemble it for him. Sometimes he stood on her left side, and sometimes he walked around to the right side.

From time to time, he would also pass things to Chuzheng.

The easel was quickly assembled, and Chu Zheng asked Xia Qiu to try it out.

Xia Qiu must have learned some skills, and he can draw quite well.

Being able to draw, Xia Qiu no longer spends a lot of time looking at the wall in a daze.

Spent most of the time sitting at the easel.

Chuzheng had seen the painting he had done, and he was painting this room over and over again.

But there are changes.

For example, the first painting should be when he first moved into this room.

The room becomes what it is now.

"Why do you draw this repeatedly?"

Xia Qiu glanced at her and then lowered his head to color on the drawing board, ignoring his question.

This is just like how he insists on taking candies one by one from Chu Zheng's hand...

Chuzheng didn't dare to talk about him either.

The patient is vulnerable.

"It's getting late, how about we stop painting today?" Chu Zheng and Xia Qiu discussed.

Xia Qiu put down the brush.

Chuzheng fetched water to clean the paint on his hands and changed him into clean clothes.

"You can't secretly get up to paint at night, can you do that?"

There were several nights when he was asleep and suddenly got up to draw.

Xia Qiu stared at the rippling water in the basin and did not respond to Chu Zheng.

Chuzheng wiped his hands with a clean handkerchief and put them on his knees, "Let's make a deal. As long as you don't get up to draw at night, I will have dinner with you in the future, okay?"

Xia Qiu reacted. He reached out and grabbed Chu Zheng's hand, hooking his little finger with hers.

Chuzheng: "..."

Chuzheng touched his head and said, "Promise me and you will do it."

Xia Qiu nodded, stood up, walked to the corner, tucked herself into the blanket, and closed her eyes obediently.

Chuzheng: "..."

We need to get him out of here quickly.

But Xia Qiu is still a suspect...

Chuzheng didn't believe that her little one could kill someone. There must be another murderer.

Only by catching the murderer can Xia Qiu's suspicion be cleared.

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At night.

The hospital corridor was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop. The lights at the nurse's station were on, but it still looked eerie.

In the ward, Xia Qiu curled up into a ball, pinching the soft flesh of her hukou with her fingers.

"No painting at night."

"No painting at night."

He didn't make a sound, he just opened and closed his lips and repeated these words over and over again.

Several times Xia Qiu got up and lay back down again, reciting this sentence in a low voice.

"No painting...no painting..."

Xia Qiu didn't know how long she had been reading.

When the first ray of light from the sky entered the ward, he immediately stood up, sat down obediently at his usual eating place, pursed his lips and waited.

The sun gradually rose, and the nurse brought breakfast in.

Xia Qiu waited until the breakfast was cold and the door was closed tightly.

-

Chuzheng went to the crime scene last night. Because there were three places at the crime scene, she ran back and forth.

Today I was unlucky enough to meet someone who had a car accident and was stuck on the road.

It was almost ten o'clock when we arrived at the hospital.

Chuzheng asked her colleagues to help, but Xia Qiu... her colleagues said they couldn't help.

Xia Qiu only recognizes him now.

What others say falls on deaf ears, he doesn't listen.

Really don't listen.

It's that kind of thing - just say it, I'll lose if I hear a word.

So I thought I would see a bad scene when I went to Xia Qiu's place, but I didn't.

Xia Qiu sat obediently at the small table, and everything seemed normal.

Chuzheng felt a little guilty, "Sorry, I'm late."

Xia Qiu lowered his head, reached for the chopsticks, and started eating breakfast.

Breakfast is already cold.

Chuzheng stopped him, "Don't eat this, I'll get something hot."

Xia Qiu avoided Chu Zheng and ate the cold breakfast in silence.

Chu Zheng's eyebrows twitched.

Sure enough, something happened!

Xia Qiu used to eat very slowly, but this time he ate very quickly. Chu Zheng was afraid of irritating him, so she didn't dare to grab it forcefully.

By the time Chuzheng coaxed and half snatched the bowl away from Xia Qiu, Xia Qiu had already eaten half of it.

He glanced at Chu Zheng, stood up, walked to the corner, wrapped himself in a blanket, and curled up into a ball.

Chuzheng: "..."

Who am I riding a horse for?

Why are you still suffering like this here!

Serve whoever loves to serve!

She quits!

-

ten minutes.

Chuzheng sat next to Xia Qiu and tried to pull the blanket.

Xia Qiu pulled the blanket so tightly that she couldn't pull it at all.

"I know it's my fault that I'm late, don't be angry."

No matter what Chuzheng said, Xia Qiu refused to show his head.

Chuzheng took a breath and said, "As long as you are not angry, I will promise you a condition."

Xia Qiu removed the blanket covering his head, revealing a slightly red face.

He stared at Chuzheng, as if asking - is it true?

"real."

Xia Qiu stared at her intently for a full minute before he nodded slowly.

"Then what do you want to ask for?"

Xia Qiu didn't make any demands now, he wanted to save them and raise them later.

"Okay." His little one can't just be pampered.

Xia Qiu was not at ease and asked Chuzheng to write him an IOU and sign it.

Chuzheng: "..." Be pampered, be pampered.

Chuzheng watched Xia Qiu put away the IOU, "Then get up and have breakfast. I have to go to work soon."

Xia Qiu was satisfied and sat down obediently.

"Do you feel sick to your stomach?" You ate so much cold food so early in the morning.

Xia Qiu shook his head.

"Just tell me if you feel uncomfortable. Even if you are angry in the future, you can't torture yourself."

Xia Qiu tilted his head and nodded twice.

Chuzheng and Xia Qiu finished breakfast and started busy with today's work.

Chuzheng met Captain Song in the lobby downstairs in the afternoon.

Captain Song must have already visited Xia Qiu and stopped her with a strange expression.

Chu Zheng greeted him calmly: "Captain Song."

"Doctor Chu, why is Xia Qiu's room like that?" He almost thought he was in the wrong place today.

"For therapy."

"..."

Captain Song doesn't quite understand, but...no one should treat him like this, right?

After all, he is a doctor, so Captain Song cannot question him.

"How is Xia Qiu's condition?"

Chuzheng: "My mood has been quite stable recently."

Captain Song seemed to see the light of day, "Then when can I ask him about the case?"

Chu Zheng glanced at him and said slowly: "Captain Song, do you think Xia Qiu is really the murderer?"

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