The scumbag brother is finally accepted

Lu Qingyuan had never seen such a Shen Mengzhuang, empty and lifeless, sitting on the bed like a piece of wood.His eyes couldn't focus, and his eyes were scattered like a plate of loose sand.There didn't seem to be any fresh breath on his body, he just lowered his head stiffly, as if all his souls and seven souls had been drained.

With the medicine in his hand, Lu Qingyuan scooped up a spoonful and blew on it, then handed it to his mouth. The spoon lightly touched the corner of his mouth with a very soft voice, lest he might be frightened.

"Brother, I've taken the medicine, come on, open your mouth."

Shen Mengzhuang lowered his head and didn't respond. He didn't look at Lu Qingyuan and didn't speak, as if he couldn't hear or understand.Lu Qingyuan coaxed him patiently, "Open your mouth, brother, be good, open your mouth and drink the medicine?"

The numb person still lowered his head and didn't blink his eyes, like a newly carved puppet.Lu Qingyuan coaxed him over and over again, "Open your mouth and have a drink, okay?"

After a stalemate like this for a long time, Shen Mengzhuang didn't raise his head, didn't open his mouth, and didn't respond at all.Lu Qingyuan comforted him repeatedly, coaxing him to open his mouth and drink the medicine.

Looking at the lifeless person in front of him, Lu Qingyuan's nose turned sore, he suppressed the tears in his eyes, and begged him with a crying voice, "Brother, please, can you have a drink?"

The spoon lightly touched the corner of his mouth, Shen Mengzhuang blinked his eyes, and slowly opened his mouth.Seeing that he finally reacted, Lu Qingyuan turned from sadness to joy, and fed him slowly.

After feeding a spoonful of medicine into his mouth, Shen Mengzhuang closed his lips.But all the potion dripped down the corner of his mouth, Lu Qingyuan quickly wiped it with his sleeve, and coaxed him, "Swallow it, brother, will it be okay if you swallow it?"

The medicine that was fed almost flowed out. Lu Qingyuan was extremely patient and taught him to swallow it over and over again.If it's someone else, I'm afraid that after saying it three times, I'm going to throw my glass and get angry.And Lu Qingyuan said that his throat was dry, he repeated it countless times, coaxing him softly.

Finally, with a little reaction, Shen Mengzhuang's Adam's apple rolled up and down, making a swallowing movement, although the liquid medicine in his mouth had already run out.Lu Qingyuan was very happy, smiled gratifiedly, scooped up another spoonful, handed it to his mouth and touched his lips lightly, "Brother, take another sip. Open your mouth, like just now."

With a few spoonfuls of potion, Lu Qingyuan fed for half a day.He was relieved but exhausted, looking at Shen Mengzhuang who was unconscious in front of him, his eyes were red with sourness welling up.But he finally held back, helped Shen Mengzhuang lie down slowly, and pulled the quilt aside to cover him.Just like what you did just now, teach him to close his eyes patiently, over and over again, and teach him to open his eyes when he is asleep.

Shen Mengzhuang had no memory, nor any consciousness, like a living dead.Lu Qingyuan asked Gu Liang how long it would last, but Gu Liang just shook his head.

Maybe a few days, maybe forever.

His memory has been tampered with, and although his mistakes are erased forever, the damage is real.The damage caused by those memories stimulated him too much, beyond what he could bear, so he locked himself in a corner isolated from the world.No one can get in, and he can't get out.

Lu Qingyuan knew that the elder sister's death was Shen Mengzhuang's heart knot, and knew that he could not forgive himself, but he just knew and could do nothing.

Just like now, I can only take care of him and love him with the greatest patience.Even if he can't sense anything, even if he excludes himself from the corner.

But what's the use of patience, Lu Qingyuan is not Shen Mengzhuang after all, he can't enter his world.He took good care of him carefully, but Shen Mengzhuang would always hurt himself when he didn't care.

For example, when taking a bath, Lu Qingyuan just turned around to pick up his clothes, Shen Mengzhuang slipped and fell into the medicine spring, he didn't know how to cry and struggle, and let the spring water pour into his lungs.

Or when I was eating, I was stuck by a fishbone and didn't know what to say.It wasn't until three days later that Lu Qingyuan realized that something was wrong with him. When Gu Xuzi took out the fishbone, his throat was bleeding and swollen.

He doesn't know pain, doesn't respond to all the discomfort and discomfort, yet suffers all the time.Lu Qingyuan has put all his energy on him, but he will still be injured in the care.

It was as if the suffering of two people, the one apathetic and the other exhausted.Shen Mengzhuang is like a puppet who doesn't need to sleep.Every night, he just closed his eyes according to Lu Qingyuan's instructions, and waited until dawn when Lu Qingyuan asked him if he was awake before opening them.And Lu Qingyuan didn't dare to sleep soundly at night, he was worried that if he fell asleep, Shen Mengzhuang would be smothered to death in bed.

So at night when Shen Mengzhuang moved slightly, Lu Qingyuan opened his eyes to take a look, and dared to close them only after making sure that he was really fine.And so on and on, night after night.

Perhaps as if he had exhausted his energy, Lu Qingyuan woke up a little later this morning.And when he opened his eyes, he saw Shen Mengzhuang standing in front of the table.Thinking that he finally had a sense of autonomy and was recovering little by little, Lu Qingyuan stood up happily, walked to him, and said with a smile: "Brother, why did you wake up by yourself?"

However, just after he finished speaking, when he saw what Shen Mengzhuang was doing, the smile on his face suddenly froze, and he rushed to grab his hand and shouted: "What are you doing!"

Shen Mengzhuang's hand was already red and swollen with blisters, he was just putting his hand into the candle flame.

He suddenly turned his head to look at Lu Qingyuan, without any light in his eyes, frowned woodenly, and said in a hoarse voice: "It's...uncomfortable..."

This was the first sentence he said after waking up, but it made Lu Qingyuan feel distressed for a long time.The anger just now had nowhere to hide, and a deep sourness suddenly surged in his heart. Holding back tears, Lu Qingyuan gently hugged him, stroked his head and comforted him: "It's okay, it's okay, I'm here."

After Gu Xuzi had bandaged the wound, Lu Qingyuan looked solemn and asked, "What's going on?"

Gu Xuzi put the gauze into the medicine box and sighed, "His consciousness is recovering a little bit, but the situation is not optimistic."

"What do you mean?" Lu Qingyuan clenched his teeth, vigilant and guarded against hearing bad news. He didn't know if he could still accept all the bad news about Shen Mengzhuang.

"It means that the world he closed himself can't stop the stimulation of harm, so he can react a little to the outside world. But in his eyes, what he sees are things he can't accept, so he uses this kind of way to divert pain."

Lu Qingyuan held Shen Mengzhuang's cold hand tightly, trying to gain some strength to support him, "Didn't he erase his memory? Why did it happen?"

Gu Xuzi took the candlestick at the side, took out a piece with a silver needle, and said, "It's like this candle, if you remove the dirt on it, even though it's clean, there's always a piece missing."

Lu Qingyuan was silent for a long time, the corners of his eyes were red, his voice was trembling, and he asked hoarsely, "How long will it take to recover?"

Gu Xuzi shook his head without answering.

All the candles in the hall were not only covered with several layers of covers, but also placed where Shen Mengzhuang couldn't get them.Lu Qingyuan watched over him all day, his eyes were already bloodshot, and the bruises under his eyes were getting heavier and heavier.

Shen Mengzhuang gradually gained a sense of autonomy, he didn't like being hugged tightly by Lu Qingyuan, and struggled to get up.Afraid of getting his wound, Lu Qingyuan had no choice but to let go of him and follow behind him.

Walking slowly to the desk, Shen Mengzhuang stared at the pen, ink, paper and inkstone in a daze.Lu Qingyuan walked up to him, and patiently and gently introduced to him what it was and how to use it.

Shen Mengzhuang froze in place for a long time, then walked towards the bookcase with strides.Lu Qingyuan followed closely behind him, not daring to leave even one step.It's been a little strange lately, after he realized it, he didn't like Lu Qingyuan touching him.Maybe it was because he remembered something bad, Lu Qingyuan could only comfort himself in this way.

If you don't touch it, don't touch it, as long as he doesn't hurt yourself.

And when Lu Qingyuan was in a daze for a moment, Shen Mengzhuang crouched in the corner, trembling all over.Lu Qingyuan stood behind him, seeing that something was wrong with him, he rushed over and pushed his shoulder away.

The scarlet in front of his eyes was shocking, Lu Qingyuan held down his bleeding wrist, resentment and distress were in his eyes, for a moment he didn't know whether to blame him or coax him.

Shen Mengzhuang crouched in the corner, and cut open his wrist with the scissors that had stabbed Lu Qingyuan before.He secretly looked at the blood that kept flowing, the dazzling scarlet, and the pungent rust smell.It seemed unstoppable to break through the siege, and rushed into his imprisonment majestically.The solid world in his heart gradually cracked a thin crack, and blood poured in through the crack, like a huge wave surging to the sky.

He looked at the blood that flowed into a small river on his wrist, flowing down his arm quickly, as if it was about to rush into his heart.This eye-catching red, he seems to have seen it before, and seems to be familiar with it.

Where is it?Where has he seen it?

Where did he feel this dazzling red, this strong fishy smell, this scalding temperature?

At that time, whose blood was it?

He looked at the blood dripping on the ground, he looked at the blood gushing like a fountain, as if something was stabbing his head.But when he was staring at the bright red, he was suddenly stopped and pressed the wound.

He couldn't see the red patch, and suddenly it was empty.

Lu Qingyuan tore off his sleeve and pressed it on Shen Mengzhuang's wound, but he didn't cooperate at all. He kept shaking his head and shrinking his arms back, muttering: "Don't touch me, don't touch me..."

"I won't touch you, I'll let go when the bleeding stops, okay?" Lu Qingyuan begged him almost humbly, asking himself to help him stop the bleeding.

Shen Mengzhuang ignored it, and retracted his arm forcefully, full of fear and resistance to Lu Qingyuan's touch.The two were deadlocked until Gu Xuzi came in.

Lu Qingyuan suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, he had never felt so deeply that a savior had come.He was afraid of hurting Shen Mengzhuang's wound so he didn't dare to grasp it, and he was afraid that Shen Mengzhuang would continue to hurt himself if he let go of his arm.

He was just relieved, and then worried again.Shen Mengzhuang didn't cooperate at all, and also resisted being touched by others.Afraid of the wound opening, he cast a spell to make Shen Mengzhuang fall into a coma.

The person in his arms was breathing shallowly, and if he didn't listen carefully, he seemed to think that he was out of breath.Lu Qingyuan gently rubbed against him with his side face, lowered his head and kissed his forehead, as if asking him, and also as if talking to himself, "Does it hurt? If you do this again, I will get angry and I will ignore you. This time, let me ignore you and see who will bathe you and feed you."

After Lu Qingyuan finished speaking, he rubbed against him again, leaning against him as if he felt distressed, "I'm lying to you, I can't bear to talk to you, I'm not as cruel as you. Can you wake up? I will give you every day when you wake up." Take a bath, I will make you whatever you want to eat. Wake up, brother, please."

However, since that day, Shen Mengzhuang seems to have a heinous obsession with seeing blood.He used all means to hurt himself, smashed the cup and scratched his arm with shards, hit his head against the wall, and bit himself alive if he had no other choice. There was no good place on his arm, except for the scar and the tooth marks.

He didn't allow Lu Qingyuan to touch him, and this resistance became stronger and stronger.At first Lu Qingyuan was able to sit beside him, but now as soon as he got within three steps of him, he would yell and crazily hit his head against the wall.

In order to appease him, Lu Qingyuan could only compromise, sitting three steps away from him and guarding him.Even talking to the blood bat, he stared at him daring not to blink.However, Naihe only had one pair of eyes, so when Lu Qingyuan looked down at the secret document in his hand, he suddenly heard "dong dong dong".

Turning his head, Shen Mengzhuang was holding a paperweight in his hand and hitting the wound on his wrist forcefully, the clean gauze was immediately stained red with blood.

Lu Qingyuan dropped what was in his hand, rushed over to grab the paperweight, and pressed his wrist.He yelled to push Lu Qingyuan away, struggling wildly, the wound on his wrist was torn open and bleeding profusely.

While worrying about the wound, he was coping with Shen Mengzhuang's struggle.Lu Qingyuan grabbed his wrist with one hand and hugged him tightly with the other.With a tired tone, he whispered in his ear: "Brother, don't torture me anymore, wake up soon, okay?"

Shen Mengzhuang hid in the corner of the wall every day, sitting with his knees hugged, his back facing Lu Qingyuan, his head resting on the wall, and hit the wall with a "thump, boom, boom".Lu Qingyuan couldn't get close, so he could only hang a soft pillow on the wall.

And Shen Mengzhuang also seemed to have noticed something was wrong, he didn't hit the wall at first, he just leaned against the wall and didn't move.Looking down at the ground with his head down, he tried his best to hide himself in a corner without being noticed.

Not to be discovered by anyone?Why are you afraid of being discovered?

He didn't know, it just seemed that there was a voice in his head telling him to hide, not to be found, not to be found by that person.

that person?who is it?

He doesn't know, he only knows to listen to that voice.

It was rare for him to live peacefully for a few days. Lu Qingyuan stood behind him, looking at his frail back, feeling a sharp pain.When did he become so thin?I still remember that when he stood under the peach blossom tree, he was dressed in white clothes that were more snowy than snow, and the peach blossoms fell on his shoulders from the treetops, and they were fragrant and scorching.

Just a smile from him was enough to make Lu Qingyuan thump.

Lu Qingyuan didn't know when the years had blurred his figure, but he never noticed his frailty.Or maybe I saw it, but I just didn't pay attention to it.

Lu Qingyuan had deep eyes and frowned.He wanted to hug Shen Mengzhuang from behind, touch him gently, and comfort every wound on his body.Because he knew very well that those wounds were all caused by him.

When he did find out, it was too late.

Lu Qingyuan was immersed in his own sadness, and when he came back to his senses, he saw Shen Mengzhuang trembling slightly, and his head began to hit the wall again.

He sensed something was wrong, ignored Shen Mengzhuang's resistance, and came over to push his shoulder away.

Shen Mengzhuang looked up at Lu Qingyuan like a child who did something wrong, but forgot to resist, staring at him and blinking.

Lu Qingyuan looked at his hands and his side, but there was nothing there.I thought I was being overwhelmed, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.Seeing that Shen Mengzhuang didn't push him away, he was suddenly happy.Reaching out to gently stroke his cheek, every ounce of strength is filled with love and affection.

However, when he touched Shen Mengzhuang's skin, he realized something was wrong.Shen Mengzhuang began to sweat coldly on his face, trembling uncontrollably, his lips were bloodless, and his breathing gradually became short of breath.

Lu Qingyuan was a little flustered, grabbed Shen Mengzhuang's shoulder, and examined him carefully.Suddenly, I caught a glimpse of a dazzling red on the side of the sleeve, which gradually faded away like ink in water.

Lu Qingyuan grabbed his arm, opened his sleeves, and was so shocked that he stopped breathing.His eyes were red with pain, and he was shaking with anger.

The silver needles Shen Mengzhuang got from no one knew where they were inserted into his arm one by one. There were more than a dozen of them, all of which were submerged in the flesh and blood.

The blood bat hurried to find Gu Xuzi, Lu Qingyuan's hand uncontrollably grabbed Shen Mengzhuang's arm to the red mark.He didn't know whether he was angry with Shen Mengzhuang or himself, even his voice was trembling, as if he was warning or threatening: "If you hurt yourself again, I will cut off your hands."

Shen Mengzhuang couldn't understand what he was saying, but struggled as usual, resisting his touch.Pushing him fearfully, repeating over and over: "Let go, don't touch me, don't touch me..."

Lu Qingyuan, who was still flustered just now, suddenly softened after hearing his aggrieved murmur.He won't let Shen Mengzhuang go, never will.

He held Shen Mengzhuang tightly, pulled him over and hugged him in his arms, disregarding the wound on his chest, begging him to get well soon as he did many times before.

After Gu Xuzi took out all the silver needles, his whole body was soaked.He really didn't know what Shen Mengzhuang was avoiding to hurt himself so cruelly.

"I think..." After Gu Xuzi packed up his things, he didn't leave as quickly as before, but solemnly advised Lu Qingyuan, "Let him change his environment, he is no longer suitable to stay by your side. If you do this again Go on, I really don't know what else he can do."

"You mean..." Lu Qingyuan clenched his teeth, thinking about the thoughts in his heart, he dared not speak out, he was afraid that once he said it, it would come true, and he would never lose his senior brother again.

He has been refusing to recognize the reality, he has been denying it all the time, but at this moment someone forced him to look at this question directly, and he asked in a voice that he couldn't believe, "Let him leave me?"

"Yes, because of his situation, he can no longer meet with you. You also know that he has been resisting your contact. If you insist on keeping him forcibly, you will only drive him crazy to death."

"No way!" Lu Qingyuan finally couldn't hold back his tears. He endured the exhaustion and resentment these days.Because he knew that Shen Mengzhuang would always be with him, whether he still remembered him or not, as long as he was by his side was enough.

And when he had to see clearly, he was more frightened than anyone else, and he cried like an abandoned child.He said strong words, but he didn't have any confidence or courage. The fear and fear in his heart made his voice tremble. As always, he refused stubbornly: "I don't agree."

But no longer has the determination to be desperate.

It was night, Shen Mengzhuang suddenly opened his eyes and walked straight to the gate.When Lu Qingyuan heard the movement, he got up from the bed, which touched the wound on his chest, and the pain made him dizzy.

Gu Xuzi warned him to take good care of his wounds now, and he can no longer do whatever he wants like before. The speed of his wound healing is now much slower than that of ordinary people. If he is not healthy, he will be infected and it will be difficult to treat.

During the day, he hugged the struggling Shen Mengzhuang regardless of the injuries on his body, fearing that the wound would have been torn.His mind was all on Shen Mengzhuang, and he forgot about the pain, until now he remembered it.

"Come back." Lu Qingyuan called to Shen Mengzhuang, but Shen Mengzhuang ignored him and walked out stubbornly.

Lu Qingyuan closed his eyes tightly in pain, and felt that the blood was flowing out of his whole body.He ignored the wound and pain, and followed behind Shen Mengzhuang, clutching his chest.

Shen Mengzhuang walked out of the gate and walked out along the corridor in a trance.He didn't know where the exit was, he didn't know how to get there, but there was only one voice in his head.

He murmured in despair: "Go out, go out, get out of here, go..."

"Senior brother!" Lu Qingyuan covered his wound with one hand and propped himself up against the wall with the other, cold sweat pouring out of his forehead.Enduring the severe pain, she slowly approached him, and coaxed him patiently, "Go back to sleep, it's cold outside, will you come back with me?"

Shen Mengzhuang shook his head, and walked forward on his own, "I don't want to go back, I want to go out... go out..."

In the dark night, Shen Mengzhuang couldn't see the road under his feet clearly, and staggered distraughtly.He is like a puppet that obeys orders and is manipulated, moving forward involuntarily.

One step further is the stairs. As soon as he stepped out, he was pulled back by Lu Qingyuan and held him in his arms.He was blocked, he couldn't get out, he couldn't leave here.He struggled, yelled, pushed Lu Qingyuan hard, and kept muttering to get out.

Lu Qingyuan hugged him tightly, the skirt of his chest was already soaked in blood.His breathing became more and more rapid, he let Shen Mengzhuang beat his wound, even if it hurt him to death, he would not let go.

He gritted his teeth, ignored Shen Mengzhuang's resistance, hugged him and walked back.

All the strength in his body was exhausted, and Shen Mengzhuang slowly fell asleep.And he woke up quickly the next day, and he sat up as soon as he woke up.

Lu Qingyuan stayed by his side almost all night, watching him fall asleep and watching him wake up.Just when he was about to approach, Shen Mengzhuang burst into tears, shrank back in fear, and shouted at Lu Qingyuan: "Don't come over, don't touch me!"

Lu Qingyuan sat by the bed, comforting him very gently, trying to pull him over to prevent him from falling off the bed.

However, the closer he got, the more Shen Mengzhuang resisted, he kept backing away, and fell down with a "bang".

Shen Mengzhuang cried out almost collapsed, climbed from the bed to the corner, hugged his knees and shouted: "Don't come here! Don't come here! Go away, don't touch me!"

Lu Qingyuan stood in front of him, looking at him helplessly, "I won't go there, brother, come back and sit, it's cold there. I won't touch you, I promise."

As if he couldn't hear Lu Qingyuan's words, Shen Mengzhuang huddled in a corner and trembled.He was terrified and afraid, and the voice in his head kept echoing.

He saw Lu Qingyuan reaching out to him, thinking that he was coming to kill him, that he was going to strangle his neck, wring his head off, and then blood splattered everywhere.Like...like to whom?

He didn't have time to think, like a frightened bird, like a bereaved dog, crawled along the wall to the desk, begging for mercy with his head in his arms: "Don't kill me, please, don't kill me...I'm afraid, elder sister, I'm afraid..."

Seeing him crawling on the ground without dignity and begging for mercy under the table, Lu Qingyuan felt a faint anger in his heart.With a sudden wave of his sleeves, the desk was overturned and smashed to pieces on the wall.

Shen Mengzhuang yelled in fright, trembling violently, knelt on the ground and kowtowed to Lu Qingyuan.His forehead hit the ground hard, as if he hit the ground without knowing the pain.

He is like all ants who are greedy for life and afraid of death. At this moment, he kowtowed to Lu Qingyuan with a hole in his forehead and kept bleeding. kill me……"

Lu Qingyuan clenched his fists tightly, looking at Shen Mengzhuang's appearance at this moment, he felt that he was in pain like a thousand cuts.The closer he got, the harder he knocked, the blood on his forehead blurred his entire face.

Even breathing hurts, Lu Qingyuan's eyes were red, he summoned the blood bat, and he almost exhausted his whole body before he said ruthlessly: "Go tell Leng Shanlan, let her, let her prepare..."

Speaking is also painful, every word is like a knife cutting on his body, if the wound is tangible, at this moment, he is afraid that he will be riddled with holes and bruises all over his body.

He is not afraid of bruises all over his body, and he is not afraid of being plotted by others.

He is only afraid that the person who will hurt him is Shen Mengzhuang.

Now, he personally gave Shen Mengzhuang the opportunity to hurt him, enough to torture him to death.

He was silent for a long time, his voice was low, as if the sharpest knife was slowly cutting his throat, and he said hoarsely: "Take him back."