The villain is not crazy

Su Qingyi ran away again.

Running as fast as the wind, the one who threw away his helmet and armor, didn't even have time to clean up his salute, like a prodigal dog, even the other voice that had been nagging in his heart was as quiet as a chicken.

When Tumi woke up and couldn't see anyone again, she immediately let out a fuck.

He wanted to find this person next time, so he tied him up with a rope to see if he would still run away.

It's a pity that he just thought about it, he couldn't do such a thing after all.

So Su Yuanfu received his call again.

Su Yuanfu: "See? How did the talk go? Is the baby still angry? How about I tell him..."

Tumi: "He ran away again."

Su Yuanfu: "?"

Tumi: "Fuck."

Su Yuanfu finally felt that something was wrong: "What's the matter with you?"

Tumi: "We're in bed."

Su Yuanfu: "..."

Su Yuanfu: "You fucking..."

Just as his words got stuck in his throat, he hung up the phone with a snap.

Su Yuanfu was furious and called again.

Su Yuanfu: "You fucking hang up on me again?!!"

"Drip—" the phone hung up again with a snap.

Tumi raised her eyebrows: Just try it.

Su Yuanfu: "..."

He stared at the phone for a long while, tried to calm down the fuck in his heart, tried his best to be calm, and called again: "We need to have a good talk."

Tumi: "Help me keep an eye on him."

Su Yuanfu: "I'll help you..." He almost laughed angrily: "Why should I help you?"

"Did you forget that Su Qingyi is my son! He was raised by me so hard!"

Facing Su Yuanfu's roar, Tumi's voice was still calm: "There is something wrong with him."

"Heh..." Su Yuanfu couldn't listen to Tumi's words at all.

"I suspect that he met the original Su Qingyi, the one in the original plot." Tu Mi still said calmly, "Do you know what he looked like?"

Su Yuanfu: "..."

He tried his best to calm down his angry head, a little unbelievable: "How did he meet? Isn't he himself Su Qingyi? Could it be possible that the original plot can pass through?"

Tumi: "I don't know, maybe the world itself is not right, and his mood is very wrong now, I am worried that he will do something stupid."

Su Yuanfu: "Do something stupid? Go to bed with you?"

Tumi: "...I hope so."

Su Yuanfu almost didn't yell again, and after a long while, he said in a feeble voice, "Let me ask for you."

Tumi: "Thank you."

He hung up the phone, worry visible on his face.

-

Holding the phone, Su Qingyi hesitated for a while, not knowing where he was going.

He just wanted to hide himself so that no one could find him.

The phone keeps ringing again, this is the third call from Tumi.

He quietly glanced at the incoming call reminder, and when it rang halfway, he turned off the phone.

The clouds outside the window were layered, and the flight attendant at the side brought him a drink.

He said, "Thank you."

Quietly looking at the clouds in a daze, the piled up clouds are a bit like Tumi's face, and also a bit like another Tumi's face in Su Qingyi's memory.

Tumi said, he is not him.

So who is he?

In a short period of time, he realized the changes in his life from the plot in the book, to discovering that his father was wrong, and even Tumi changed.

Even if he was flustered and lost himself by the memory of another Su Qingyi for a while, at this moment... especially after the indulgence last night, he gradually calmed down.

Su Qingyi looked at the reflection in front of the window and muttered to himself: Who am I?

-

After getting off the plane, Su Qingyi restarted the machine, and by the way, added Tumi's phone number to the blacklist.

He searched the map and found a psychiatric hospital. After registering, he sat in the waiting room and flipped through the website with his mobile phone.

He carefully flipped through the book he saw last night, searched according to keywords, and sure enough, he found several similar books.

Finally, he focused his attention on a book called "His Dad Dressed as a Villain".

Su Shabai's face came to mind again: "Daddy loves you."

Su Qingyi had no way to explain his mood at the moment, he moved his fingers for a while, and when he was about to click on it again, it happened that Su Shabai called.

Su Qingyi was dazed for a long time, until the call ended on his own, and he came back to his senses.

If you suddenly know that those so-called care and love may be false, do you really have the courage to uncover all the disguises before you discover the truth?

Su Qingyi was inexplicably timid.

At this moment, his little finger started to twitch involuntarily, which made him, who was a little confused, dazed for a moment, and then regained his composure.

He just opened the book with shaking hands.

Why does Su Shabai treat him so well? Does he really want something else? Is it really unreserved fatherly love hidden in the gentle voice, or is it another kind of love mixed with honey? indifferent.

Maybe when he was looking at him, what was hidden in his eyes was another kind of strangeness that was different from his original father.

After all, for him, maybe he is just a character in a book.

Su Qingyi let out a breath of foul air slowly.

It just so happened that the call was on his head this time, so he turned off the book and read two chapters.

-

The doctor on the opposite side is getting older and graying is visible on his forehead.

He smiled at him: "Relax, we can chat casually."

Su Qingyi: "Can we talk about anything?"

The psychiatrist's surname is Qin, and Dr. Qin smiled warmly, making people relax involuntarily: "If you want."

Su Qingyi: "I seem to have a revenge social personality subconsciously."

"I feel like I'm dangerous and I want to destroy anyone I know..."

He looked at the person in front of him, but there was a certain kind of madness hidden on his face.

"Is there some way to curb the evil thoughts in my heart?"

-

When he walked out of the hospital, the sun was shining on him, but it didn't bring him any warmth.

That never-ending voice: "You want to kill me? Don't you know that I am you? Su Qingyi, don't you know that they all lied to you? In this world, only I will never lie to you, you only have Me, do you know? You only have me!"

Su Qingyi: "It's so noisy."

"I just want to be quiet," he said.

"Just be quiet."

He bought a lot of unnamed medicines, found a coffee shop, ordered a cup of sugar-free black coffee, swallowed the medicine with the bitter taste, then turned on his phone and continued to read the novel.

Time slipped away silently.

He read every chapter very carefully, even some sentences had to be pondered over and over again, and he stopped until he could no longer taste the taste from the tip of his tongue.

"When Su Yuanfu saw him for the first time, he was lying in a plastic box, which was an incubator.

Because he is too fragile, the outside air can hurt him, so he should be placed in an incubator.

He still can't open his eyes, his face is flushed, the corners of his mouth are tightly closed, and his small hand rests on his chest, sometimes waving it unconsciously.

He found that he could spend a day without doing anything but staring at him.

For a moment, he hated the child's original father, why he could bear to treat such a lovely creature like this.

His birth was never a mistake, it was obviously the best gift God gave him.

"Nurse." He heard himself asking, "Is he hungry?"

The nurse came forward, and he looked at their skillful operation, a little curious and a little envious, but his body still had a lot to do, and he couldn't stay by his side forever.

He gave him one last look with regret, and took out his phone to take a photo.

"I won't be able to see it when I grow up." He said this, and he cherished the photos and stored them in a separate place.

"Baby, goodbye." He waved at him: "Daddy, come see you tomorrow."

As if in response, he who had been wearing the incubator raised his hand at him. "

Even if he didn't see such a scene, Su Qingyi could still feel a little warmth from the pen and ink, and his turbulent distracting thoughts were calmed down, except for the bitterness on his lips - that black coffee was really not General bitter.

He is surprisingly calm now, perhaps due to some medication.

But these medicines are not as good as the dozens of words that are not surprising.

He thought—he needed therapy.

And it's not just medicine.

-

After leaving the coffee shop, Su Qingyi felt much calmer. He stood on the street and thought for a while, and pulled Tumi's number out of the blacklist.

Just as he pulled it out, Tumi's phone rang.

Tumi: "Where are you?"

Su Qingyi didn't speak for a long time.

Tumi: "Su Qingyi."

He hummed lightly.

Tumi seemed to have finally let go of her tense emotions.

"You're finally willing to talk to me."

Su Qingyi looked up and saw the hotel on the side.

"Tumi, I want you to help me."

His eyes turned from the hotel and fell on Tumi who was also holding a mobile phone across the road.

He found it again.

It's like never knowing what it is to be discouraged.

Su Qingyi put down his phone, and watched Tumi walk towards him through the traffic lights.

It was obviously a very ordinary step, but it seemed to be walking through thousands of troops. For a moment, everything was squeezed behind him, and only this person stood conspicuously in the center of his sight.

He suddenly thought for a moment: It seems not bad to just follow this person for the rest of his life.

It seems like a long time has passed, and it seems that only a moment has passed.

Tumi stood in front of him again.

For a long while, neither of them spoke.

Tumi was looking at him carefully, obviously he hadn't seen him for a day, but it seemed like a long time had passed.

He finally seemed to have finally confirmed it, and the suppressed emotions gradually relaxed, and those eyes fell on him.

"What do you want me to help you with?"

The author has something to say:

Finish coding at the last moment, and wait for the next breath to catch bugs.

I think I can write another chapter.

Nine o'clock!

Maybe it will be nine today

Went to eat, love you guys, ba ba ba crazily kiss!