domesticated

When Fang Weiai's case was in court, Gu Zhichuan went to the scene. He saw Fang Weiai's emaciated figure standing there with his head bowed without saying a word, let alone looking at himself.

Fang Weiai's lawyer was hired by the Gu family.Gu Ting really has no way to make such a concession, the condition is that Gu Zhichuan will never get close to Fang Weiai again.

Gu Zhichuan promised very well, but he didn't take it to heart at all. He never thought of leaving this person.

Fang Weiai has always been very calm, and confessed to all the crimes without resistance.

However, when the lawyer brought out Fang Weiai's mental illness diagnosis certificate, Fang Weiai finally responded: "I'm not sick, I'm sober." There was a hint of anger in his tone, as if he had thought of something bad.

Gu Zhichuan, who was sitting in the auditorium, suddenly had red eyes.He remembered that when he went to see Fang Ruoqian in the hospital, Fang Ruoqian told him everything.

"When I saw him say his name was Song Xuan, I thought it was some new trick, but I finally confirmed it wasn't. There was no such person as Song Xuan, and it was him from the beginning to the end. I don't know what the consequences will be if I expose him We can only discuss it with Su Yue, not to expose him, but to guide him to rescue us."

"Song Xuan is just Fang Weiai's split personality to protect himself, and it is also all the good parts of his nature."

"I have always felt guilty for him. In fact, after his mother died, my father thought he was pitiful and thought about taking him home to raise him. I was ignorant at the time and hated him very much. My mother cried when I hated him. So I lied on purpose and said he stole my stuff and my dad got mad and kicked him down the stairs and kicked him out. Then I got scared too and never dared to tell the truth again."

"It's my fault that he has come to this day."

Fang Ruoqian on the hospital bed was full of self-blame, and Gu Zhichuan couldn't say anything to blame him.

He had always been jealous of that friend who had accompanied Fang Weiai for so long, but he had never hoped so much for a moment, wished that that person existed, hoped that there really was such a person who would accompany Fang Weiai during that time. By Fang Weiai's side.

The lawyer was still making statements in court, but Fang Weiai's complexion became worse and worse: "What nonsense are you all talking about! Brother Song Xuan was imagined by me? Are you all crazy?"

The lawyer released the recording of the call to the police at that time. In the recording, the voice of the whistleblower Fang Weiai's home basement.But it was Fang Weiai's own.

Fang Weiai stayed there without speaking.

The lawyer is still saying: "So I think my client has a mental illness, and he reported it by himself..."

Fang Weiai couldn't listen to anything anymore, his head hurt a little, and the scene with Brother Song Xuan reappeared in his mind again and again.It can't be fake!How can it be!

In the end, Fang Weiai was sent to a mental hospital for psychological treatment.

When Gu Zhichuan went to see him, he was lying on a bench in the hospital park, and Gu Zhichuan knelt down beside him and leaned on him.

Fang Weiai didn't push him away.

"Gu Zhichuan." Fang Weiai called him.

"Ah."

"Why are you still here?"

"Because you're here." Gu Zhichuan hugged him and didn't let go.

Fang Weiai touched his hand, as if confirming his existence: "Are you a real person? Didn't I imagine it?"

Gu Zhichuan put his hands on his face: "Look, it's true!"

Fang Weiai really touched it twice, then retracted it, with a calm expression: "Oh!" Then he closed his eyes, as if continuing to enjoy the sunshine, and Gu Zhichuan accompanied him like this.

After a few days like this, Gu Zhichuan suddenly received news that Fang Weiai had run away, he hurriedly searched everywhere, he searched everywhere he could, but couldn't find Fang Weiai, finally he wanted to Get up the house you bought yourself.

When Gu Zhichuan went, probably without a key, Fang Weiai sat at the door, and Gu Zhichuan sat down beside him.

Fang Weiai handed him the mobile phone in his hand, and Gu Zhichuan took it without knowing why.

"It's all empty." Fang Weiai said, "Brother Song Xuan's phone number and text messages are gone."

Gu Zhichuan's hands trembled a little, he didn't know what to say.The two were silent for a long time, when Gu Zhichuan looked at Fang Weiai again, he saw tears on Fang Weiai's face, Gu Zhichuan panicked all of a sudden.

"I remembered that there was Song Xuan. Back then, he handed me a tissue, smiled at me, and asked me what was wrong? But he moved away not long after. The rest were all my own fantasies. It's all fake, and from beginning to end, I'm the only one."

Gu Zhichuan heard his despair, he didn't know what to do, he could only hug him: "You still have me, you are not alone, I will always be with you, I will be your dog, no I will lose my temper with you, you want to tattoo me, I will let you tattoo, I will accompany you wherever you want to go, I will make the meal unpalatable, and eat with you, okay?"

Fang Weiai didn't answer him.

Gu Zhichuan's heart was always shrouded in an ominous premonition.

Fang Weiai was quickly sent back to the hospital, no matter how much Gu Ting scolded, Gu Zhichuan followed him every step of the way.

In the middle of the night, Gu Zhichuan suddenly woke up from a dream, he looked at Fang Weiai's bed, it was empty, he wanted to find him in a daze, when there were all kinds of noisy screams outside.

"Someone jumped off the building!"

"Go to the police!"

Gu Zhichuan's heart suddenly fell into the ice cellar, he looked outside, it was almost dawn, Fang Weiai, Fang Weiai, Fang Weiai, Fang Weiai, Fang Weiai, where is his hope?

In front of Fang Weiai's tombstone, apart from Gu Zhichuan who was kneeling there, only Fang Ruoqian came dragging his still-healthy body.

"I'm sorry." Fang Ruoqian didn't know whether it was Fang Weiai who said it, or Gu Zhichuan.

After Gu Zhichuan came out of the cemetery, he bought tattoo tools and finished the "slave" that Fang Weiai wanted to tattoo on his thigh.It's really strange, obviously at the beginning the pain was so painful that he almost passed out, but now he can't feel it at all.

In the end, he hid in the closet where Fang Weiai was often locked, and began to imagine slowly.

What was that person thinking when he was locked in here?What did Fuyou think about when he was beaten?How did he feel when he killed his mother?What about when the Fang family kicked them out?What about when someone bullies you?

Gu Zhichuan found that no matter how he thought, no matter how he thought, he couldn't meet Fang Weiai who had no hope at all.Gu Zhichuan in the cabinet suddenly broke down in tears.

Fang Weiai, I have done everything according to your liking, you can't let me go.

When Gu Zhichuan's body was found, it was already a few days later. It is said that the expression on his body was smiling.

postscript:

Gu Zhichuan didn't know where he was, the street in front of him was very strange, but there was a sense of familiarity.

However, when he saw the little boy wiping blood not far away, he burst into tears.

As soon as Xiao Fang Weiai raised his head, he saw the crying and laughing young man in front of him, he was clutching himself tightly, he didn't know how much strength he used.Then he heard the man asking himself in a trembling voice.

"Are you OK?"

The author has something to say:

It's over!The postscript is a consolation for the glass-hearted friends. In fact, before the postscript is the finale. In fact, this is a tragedy, at least in my imagination, but the effect of not being able to write a tragedy is embarrassing.Let’s talk about this article. In fact, I planned to use this article to practice the pen at the beginning. Before I decided on the name, it was named the eighth letter in my manuscript. Hahaha, the plot I think is almost like this, But the content is just doing things, hahaha, and the character Gu Zhichuan set up at the beginning was that he was already a qualified "dog" after he was kidnapped and released, the kind of dog that is absolutely loyal and talkative, But I think this kind of personality that has completely lost its own independence lacks charm, so it has changed to this kind of transition from awkward and arrogant to loyal dog.Then I started writing from kidnapping. I wrote three chapters. It is certain that I can’t release it, but I found that no matter how much I read it, I still couldn’t get it out when I wrote it myself. Then I gave up and started from kidnapping. Finished and started writing.I found that I am probably more suitable for writing short stories. As long as there is a stalk, I will finish it like a chicken blood, and I will fill in the details for a long story, and then I will drag it lazily, and I will be anxious if I can’t finish it .The reason for writing this short story is because I have never finished writing long stories, and I have to change my mood.I hope you enjoy watching it!Hmm... although no one is watching.Power generation for love is complete.Ah, by the way, I will correct the typos when I have time.The main reason is that there is an inexplicable sense of shame when reading the articles I write, which makes me not like to check.Blame it for affecting the senses, go back and fix it.