when you look at me

It is said that being close to the hometown is timid, but Yuan Yiping can't even care about "timidity".He was full of thoughts, which "hospital" was Chen Shuo in?Will he be under house arrest?Should I call the police then?Wouldn't he have been beaten already?On the way to the airport, Yuan Yiping called Chen Shuo repeatedly, but all he heard was a series of cold female voices, "The phone you dialed has been turned off".

Yuan Yiping almost crushed the phone.For the first time, he felt that this so-called modern technology was just an illusion. He only needed to turn off the phone, and he would send the two of them back to ancient times. —Damn it, didn’t it mean that it only takes more than seven hours from Gancheng to Shenzhen by high-speed train?Why is it so far away? !When boarding the plane, Yuan Yiping almost wanted to push the people in front to tell them to leave quickly, although he knew that this would not make the plane take off early.

Yuan Yiping is a little afraid of heights, but it's not serious. In the past, he didn't choose a seat by the window when flying.But this time I bought a ticket in a hurry, so I had to sit by the window.However, he was afraid of heights and couldn't take care of it. Yuan Yiping stared out the window blankly, thinking that Chen Shuo is so thin and doesn't have much muscle on his body, can he stand the fight?No, even if you can withstand punches and kicks, what about electric shocks?Chen Shuo is an accountant, and he relies on his brain for food. Will the electric shock affect his brain?Don't be stupid?Yuan Yiping took out his mobile phone and wanted to check "what harm does electric shock do to people", but suddenly realized that he could not turn on the phone at this moment.

As the plane took off, Yuan Yiping was sitting next to a couple in their 60s and [-]s who spoke Gancheng dialect and were discussing their just-concluded trip to Shenzhen.Yuan Yiping listened for a while, couldn't help interrupting them, and asked: "Brother and Sister, is there any place in Gancheng that cures Internet addiction?" Still less.

Yuan Yiping asked abruptly, and the couple looked at each other. After a few seconds, the man said, "I've never heard of this...but there seem to be a lot of them in Shandong?"

"Oh, oh—thank you." Yuan Yiping's heart shook, yes, he was too flustered, he should have asked his mother if Chen Shuo was still in Gancheng last night!

"Do you have a friend who wants to quit Internet addiction?" the man asked.

"No...ah, it's my friend. He quit... nothing."

Probably because Yuan Yiping spoke upside down, the couple didn't say anything.

Three hours, two and 10 minutes later, the plane landed at Gancheng Airport on time.

Yuan Yiping took a taxi and went straight to Chen Shuo's house.

The taxi driver didn't talk much, and the radio was playing along the way, and a woman called for consultation, saying that the child was 15 years old this year, and he was disobedient, what should I do, I was so worried.The host comforted, this mother, don't worry, the boys still have to give priority to spurs, if it doesn't work, you can teach them a symbolic lesson.

Yuan Yiping was terrified when he heard that, the more he returned to Gancheng, the more desperate he was, he was afraid that he would not find Chen Shuo, or find a dying Chen Shuo who had been abused.It was as if the heart was being held tightly by one hand, and it was getting tighter and tighter.

"Master," Yuan Yiping finally couldn't take it anymore: "Can you turn off the radio? I'm dizzy."

The driver was straightforward: "Okay."

Finally clean.Only then did Yuan Yiping realize that his palms were sweating.

He called Chen Shuo again, but the phone was still turned off.

It was just past one in the afternoon, there were few cars on the road, and the driver was driving fast. In less than half an hour, he arrived at the downstairs of Chen Shuo's residential area.

Yuan Yiping stood at the entrance of Yuanhui Community with a trolley case, realizing that his heart was beating faster.

He didn't know if Chen Shuo was in Gancheng, if he was in this community, or even if Chen Shuo's family still lived here - the last time he came here was ten years ago.

But Yuan Yiping has never been so sure as he is now, he knows that he wants to find Chen Shuo.No matter what the reason was, he wanted to find Chen Shuo.

Following his memory, he quickly rushed into Building No. [-], the middle unit, and rushed up to the fourth floor with a suitcase. Yuan Yiping's eyes froze—he remembered that the door of Chen Shuo's house was black.In front of him was a brown-red door.

There was a bag of trash by the door.

Yuan Yiping took a deep breath and knocked on the door.

Soon he heard footsteps, and the door opened a crack: "Who is it?"

Yuan Yiping was stunned for two seconds, then said heavily, "Auntie, I'm looking for Chen Shuo."

"Hey? You are...Xiao Yuan?" Chen Shuo's mother looked very surprised: "Come on, come in and sit down."

Yuan Yiping followed her into the room, changed his shoes, but did not sit down: "Auntie, where is Chen Shuo?"

Chen Shuo shook his head stiffly, and sighed: "You know everything?"

Yuan Yiping nodded.

Chen Shuo's mother sighed again, and said, "Chen Shuo, my father and I can't help it..."

"Auntie," even though he knew it was impolite, Yuan Yiping interrupted her: "Where is Chen Shuo?"

He was already prepared for Chen Shuo to be sent to a certain "hospital". As long as Chen Shuo's mother told him the address, he would go directly.

As a result, Chen Shuo's mother pointed to the closed room: "He is sleeping in the room, and he just came back from the night watch at the hospital."

Yuan Yiping felt a "buzz" in his head: "I'll go find him."

Unscrew the door and close it again.Chen Shuo was lying on the bed three steps away from Yuan Yiping. A thin quilt was draped over his body, with his arms exposed.There was a lump on his forehead, and his face was thin and angular.

Yuan Yiping rolled his Adam's apple up and down, and called, "Chen Shuo."

Chen Shuo's eyelids moved.

"Chen Shuo." Yuan Yiping walked to him and called out again.

This time, Chen Shuo woke up.

It was obvious that he was in a daze, his eyes were wide open, and he asked after a few seconds, "You...how did you come back?"

Yuan Yiping answered the wrong question: "Have you been sent to treat homosexuality?"

"My dad was hospitalized, and he insisted on asking me to have a look at the hospital, so he went to the psychiatry department... The doctor told him that I'm not sick, and I don't need treatment. He was so angry," Chen Shuo pointed to his Forehead: "Give me a hit."

Yuan Yiping finally exhaled the breath that seemed to be hanging all the time, and closed his eyes: "Okay, I see."

"you……"

"I'm leaving." Yuan Yiping said bluntly.

"Don't go!" Chen Shuo grabbed Yuan Yiping: "Wait for me for a few minutes, I'll change my clothes, let's go out and talk."

After all, it was at Chen Shuo's house, and his mother was still outside, so Yuan Yiping had no choice but to nod.

A few minutes later, Yuan Yiping and Chen Shuo went out one after the other.

The corridor was quiet in the afternoon, when Chen Shuo went down to the second floor, he stopped suddenly and called out, "Yiping."

Yuan Yiping looked back at him, but at the same moment, he held the back of his head and kissed him hard.

Yuan Yiping's first reaction was that Chen Shuo was crazy!This fucking is in the corridor!He wanted to push Chen Shuo away, but Chen Shuo's hands were terribly strong, his lips sucked Yuan Yiping recklessly, and his tongue pushed hard into Yuan Yiping's mouth.

Yuan Yiping almost heard the sound of tsk tsk.

After a few pushes, Yuan Yiping didn't move at all. He felt that Chen Shuo was a little crazy. Could it be that he was stimulated at home?

A few minutes later, Chen Shuo finally let go of his hand out of breath, Yuan Yiping's lips were numb.

Chen Shuo's complexion was extremely haggard, only a pair of eyes were red and watery.He wrapped his hands around Yuan Yiping's waist, and his warm face was pressed against the side of Yuan Yiping's neck.

"Yuan Yiping..." He called out heavily, his voice hoarse and slow, as if he had a thousand words to pour out.

However, he just tightened his arms, pondering the name again: "Yuan Yiping..."

Yuan Yiping knew, he cried.