Look good

"..." Qiao Xing paused, while Wen Chang lowered his head, his long eyelashes drooping to hide the luster in his eyes.

A corner of the glass box knocked against the table and made a slight sound. Qiao Xing saw a faint blood flush under the man's finger. Before he could say anything, the man turned around and left quickly.

The bar door was pushed open, and the cold wind mixed with the autumn rain blew into the bar hall. Everyone shuddered a lot, seeing Wen Changrong's back disappearing into the rainy night mixed with anger.

"I was fine just now, why did I suddenly lose my temper..." Someone patted his chest in fear.

Old Zhao saw Wen Changrong walking away, so he nodded his head pointingly, and replied: "That gentleman's place is not very good..."

"..." Qiao Xing didn't speak, his eyes fell on the transparent glass box stained with blood, and he tilted his head slightly, his eyes reflected the low-browed side face of the man in the wheelchair.

……

The rain in late autumn is thin and cold, and it falls on people's faces like ice balls.

Passers-by wrapped their clothes tightly and lowered their umbrellas before daring to leave, but Wen Changrong walked forward in the cold rain as if he was not afraid of the cold.

The man's whole hand convulsed uncontrollably, and it took a lot of effort to unscrew the medicine bottle.

There was no water in this place, so Wen Changrong naturally couldn't care less, he just threw the pill in his hand into his mouth and swallowed it hard.

I don't know if it's because of the strong alcohol he drank just now, but the man only feels that his mouth is extremely thirsty at the moment, and the oval particles fall into his mouth and scrape his dry throat, feeling a dull pain like being scratched by a knife.

Nausea, nausea.

Suppressing the desire to vomit, Wen Changrong quickly opened the car door and sat in the back seat.

"Go to Doctor Xia."

"Okay." After the driver answered, seeing Wen Changrong's expression was abnormal, he hurriedly asked again, "Mr. Wen, do you need..."

Before he finished speaking, there was a 'click', and Wen Changrong fastened the leather handcuffs hidden next to the car seat to his wrists, "I've taken the medicine, please get out of the car and help me fasten the other handcuffs."

"……OK."

******

The black Bentley galloped through the night, seemingly fast and steady, but in fact the driver's palms were covered with sweat, and he didn't breathe a sigh of relief until he stopped at the entrance of the hospital.

"Mr. Wen, here we are."

"Ah."

After Wen Changrong finished answering, a female doctor in a white coat and four male nurses in strong clothes came over.

The car door opened, and the man sat in his original position, but his arms were tightly tied by chains, and there was dense sweat on his forehead.

Dr. Xia put the sedative in his hand into his pocket, and smiled at him: "Mr. Wen did a good job."

"Yeah." The man's handsome brows frowned into Sichuan characters, and he said while enduring a strong nausea, "I've taken too much medicine, it's disgusting."

"It's okay, let's rest for a while."

……

It's called rest, but it's actually lying down in a safe place that won't hurt people.

Wen Changrong's hands were still bound on both sides, and he was wearing special restraint clothes connected to the iron bed. The whole bed was made of extremely heavy iron, and the head of the bed was welded to the wall. The special restraints made Wen Changrong unable to get up. It is designed so that even if a man struggles violently for a while, he will not make much movement.

He had been induced to vomit once by the doctor just now, and his stomach felt much better now, but the side effects of headache and body tremors caused by the medicine had not been completely eliminated.

The nurses were standing by outside the door. Dr. Xia came forward and wiped off the man's cold sweat several times with a warm towel. Time ticked by and the warm water was changed five times before Wen Changrong's body stopped trembling nervously.

Wen Changrong opened his eyes, glanced at the female doctor standing beside him, and said expressionlessly, "Thank you, Doctor Xia."

"You're welcome." Doctor Xia smiled at him, put the warm towel back into the basin, and asked someone to come in to do various checks on the man. After confirming that there was nothing serious for the time being, he asked, "Then, Mr. Wen, can you Tell me what happened today?"

The doors of the ward and the windows facing the corridor were tightly closed, the curtains were lowered to cover the bright color of the corridor lights, and the incandescent lamps hung from the ceiling, lonely and bright.

Dr. Xia waited for a while but did not get an answer, so he hung a small clear crystal ball in front of the man's bed where he could see it. The small crystal ball swayed from side to side, ticking, making people dizzy.

Wen Changrong closed his eyes and replied, "I feel like I made an irreparable mistake before."

"What's wrong?"

"... Qiao Xing."

"Well, you told me." Dr. Xia wrote it down in his notebook and asked again, "What about today? Did you quarrel with little friend Qiao?"

"There's no quarrel, it's just...he's with my brother."

Dr. Xia paused as he recorded the movements, as if he was also surprised by the development of this 'your circle is really chaotic'.

"Did you see it with your own eyes? Where? What did they do? How did you confirm they were together?"

"At the bar, today is Qiao Xing's birthday. I went to give him a gift, but he was upset and didn't want my gift." Wen Changrong said, "But he accepted Wen Changze's gift, and Wen Changze gave it to me personally." He put it on, we've never... haven't been so intimate for a long time, and his expression is completely different from mine."

"Hmm..." Dr. Xia continued to record in the medical record.

"Actually, I was thinking... I told you before that I once had a lover who always lived in the past, so we broke up after many years."

"um, yes."

"But now I'm wondering if I, like him, have been living in the past?" Wen Changrong said, "Whether it's the attitude towards Qiao Xing over the years, or the behavior that Qiao Xing likes..."

"..."

"He used to like that Blu-ray disc very much, but I don't know why he doesn't like it now." Probably because of the drug, the man spoke a little intermittently, "He also liked money before, and he was very happy when I gave him money. The more you have, the merrier you will be."

"..."

"I don't know when money can't buy him happiness, and it's even more so later. He likes flowers, so I send flowers. He likes playgrounds, so I take him to playgrounds. He used to like me, so I... "

"Ah."

"...But he doesn't want anything anymore." Wen Changrong's brows were slightly raised, and there was a rare look of anxiety and 'sorrow' in his expression. "I feel as if I'm fast..."

"soon?"

"It will be thrown away soon."

The finger movements recorded by Dr. Xia paused again.

The man's gray pupils still reflected the shaking pink crystal beads, but his brows were deeply gathered, and his pupils seemed to be covered with a layer of water color, and the water spots wet the corners of the man's eyes.

Bipolar disorder, also known as bipolar disorder.

Patients have both mania and depression. Usually, mania begins first, that is, excitement and violent behavior. After the excitement, they will fall into a state of depression. Some people will cry, and some will hurt themselves.

"I don't know how to make up for my mistakes." Wen Changrong opened and squeezed his hands uncomfortably, and the restraint belt jingled, "Sometimes I wish he..."

……

At eight o'clock in the morning, the sun shines into the room through the gaps in the curtains, and the alarm clock jingles. Qiao Xing frowned, endured the hangover headache and pressed the alarm, and then lay dead on the narrow lounge bed.

I really want to sleep, if I knew I wouldn't drink so much yesterday.

Why is the bed in this lounge so hard, Ma De, if he knew that he would sleep in the studio one day, he should have bought a 99999 bed.

After standing like this for a while, Qiao Xing's cell phone rang unexpectedly.

Caller ID: male god

Qiao Xing didn't respond to these two words for a while, and was taken aback before answering the phone.

"Hey……"

"Little Joe, it's me."

"Well Good morning, Young Master Wen."

"Are you awake?"

"Wake up, the alarm clock just rang."

"Well..." Wen Changze's voice paused there, and said, "Remember to drink sober soup, you still have work today, if you don't drink it, you will get a bad hangover."

"it is good."

After hesitating for a moment, Wen Chang asked, "It's hard to get hangover soup...Do you need me to ask Uncle Chen to deliver it to you?"

"...No more." Qiao Xing said, "Thank you."

"You're welcome." Wen Chang sighed silently over there, "...Then take care of your body and remember to take your medicine on time."

"it is good."

After hanging up the phone, Qiao Xing's eyes fell on the small box on the bedside table.

Inside the box was the jade longevity lock, which was translucent in the sunlight, and the red string was pressed under it, making it even more moist and translucent.

Qiao Xing stretched out his hand to caress it, but he didn't feel any cold in this late autumn. Wen Chang must have spent some effort to buy such a warm jade.

Putting the longevity lock back in place, Qiao Xing leaned over again, turned the key and opened the drawer.

In the drawer was the glass box from yesterday, in which the Blu-ray disc and cardboard were lying quietly, and the little blood-colored spider-like cracks above the glass box were still hanging brightly in place.

After Qiao Xing took it back yesterday, he wiped the glass box many times, but unfortunately, he only wiped off the blood on the surface, and no matter how much he wiped the blood that seeped into the cracks of the broken glass, it didn't help.

After one night, the blood had already dried up. Looking at the sunlight, the crack looked like a work of art soaked in paint.

He looked at the longevity lock, and then at the glass box.

——Of course Qiao Xing liked the gift from Wen Changze, but it was far from the point where Wen Changze had to put it on for him on the spot, let alone Wen Changrong was there at the time.

But why did he do this last night?

Qiao Xing couldn't tell either.

Probably because he drank a little wine, maybe because Wen Changrong came uninvited and annoyed him, maybe because Wen Changrong's affectionate look was annoying.

At that time, he just wanted to anger Wen Changrong away, but he didn't expect...

Qiao Xing felt like a brat, originally he just wanted to poke the marshmallow on his head for fun, but he poked and found that he was poking a cloud, and God even poked a big hole for him.

——It really makes people wonder what to do.

I really want to lose my memory.

Qiao Xing looked at the glass box in his hand, and then at the piece of white jade under the sun. After a long time, he got up and locked the glass box together with the longevity lock into the drawer.

At this time, Qiao Xing's cell phone vibrated.

[Director Li: Come and get the script in the afternoon. The singers assigned to you have been contacted. The singer will contact you later, and I will check it after I get the script. 】

Before Qiao Xing could reply, there were two 'bang bang' sounds from the door of the lounge, and Qi Da's voice came with a bit of drunkenness and uncontrollable excitement.

"Brother Qiao!!! I received a message from my agent! I will be in the same group as you at "God of Songs" next week!"

"..." Qiao Xing silently recalled that when Qi Da sang "Whether or Not", seven of the six tunes in a sentence were not in the normal singing skills, and he wanted to pass out immediately.