The Emperor Bamboo Horse said he was sick

"came back?"

When Shi Qing entered the door, it was pitch black. Just as he pressed the switch, he was startled by a sudden eerie voice, "Why don't you turn on the light?"

"I accidentally fell asleep just now."

Under the bright light, I saw Lu Zeyan sitting on the corner of the sofa, although he was smiling, he accidentally leaked a gloomy depression.

He is lying!

Shi Qing was keenly aware of something wrong with Lu Zeyan, his clothes had almost no wrinkles, and the sofa had no dents except the one he was sitting on, let alone the long-term insomnia, it was impossible for him to accidentally fall asleep.

"It's rare, Teacher Lu also dozes off sometimes." Shi Qing didn't expose it, but approached him calmly in a playful manner.

Lu Zeyan breathed a sigh of relief, and did not continue to talk about dozing off, "How is the experiment going?"

That's right, Xu Sen made an appointment with Shi Qing to go to the restaurant today, but Shi Qing could only lie to Lu Zeyan that there was a temporary problem with the experiment, and only when he arrived did he find out that he was a patient who had seen him—no matter how many files he looked through, he couldn't compare to seeing it with his own eyes .

During a meal, Shi Qing witnessed an elegant and intellectual woman utter amazing remarks under Xu Sen's persuasive guidance, and then calmed down under Xu Sen's explanation. Shi Qing had a deeper understanding of mental illness and psychotherapy.

The relationship between a mental patient and a psychiatrist is a feeling of danger, weirdness, and being on the verge of breaking the string all the time, as well as the peace of mind of dependence, trust, and understanding of every eye movement.

"It's been dealt with. A batch of cells that had been cultured for a month died suddenly. It turned out that there was something wrong with the petri dish."

"It's fine."

Lu Zeyan is in a bad mood!Shi Qing is sure.

Shi Qing was distressed, but excited at the same time, maybe it was an opportunity, and he had to seize it.

"What about you? What did you do this afternoon? Have you eaten yet?" Shi Qing said, sitting next to Lu Zeyan, fell into his arms, and hugged his waist very naturally—the temperature on Lu Zeyan's body was astonishingly low!

Feeling the warmth in his arms and the familiar breath, Lu Zeyan flinched, wanting to hide.

He wants to hide?

He actually wanted to hide?

Shi Qing pretended not to feel Lu Zeyan's abnormality, clasped his arms tightly, and hugged him even tighter.

Lu Zeyan was imprisoned, unable to move.

"Ayan, you are obedient, treat your illness obediently."

"You are a monster!"

"Why does he have a son like you! So indifferent!"

"Shiqing Shiqing, you only know Shiqing now, right? Let me tell you, if you continue like this, sooner or later you will hurt Shiqing!"

"Brother Zeyan, I like you."

"Teacher Lu, I love you."

"Sorry, I've tried my best."

Shi Qing's trust, the man's apology, the woman's hysteria... Lu Zeyan's mind was full of noise, his head was about to burst from the noise, but he still responded to Shi Qing instinctively, "Eat."

Liar!

Shi Qing retorted from the bottom of his heart but didn't dare to say it. He was more and more hurt and wronged. He was afraid of revealing his emotions, so he buried his whole face in Lu Zeyan's chest, hugged him tightly, and said in a weak voice, "But I haven't eaten yet, let's eat the bowl." Give me some noodles, okay?"

"it is good."

Lu Zeyan's soul was fighting in his mind, his body was like a walking dead.

Like a walking dead, Shi Qing hung him to the kitchen, where he boiled the noodles like a walking dead.

"Cook more, I'm hungry."

"it is good."

In the already noisy mind, there is still a third of space to be used to feel sorry for the grievance of being hungry.

"Come down and eat, aren't you hungry?"

The freshly cooked noodles were hot and fragrant, but when Shi Qing looked at them, he only felt distressed and had no appetite at all.

"it is good."

After reluctantly eating a few mouthfuls, Shi Qing put the chopsticks on the bowl and began to cheat, "I'm full, I can't eat anymore."

"Aren't you very hungry?"

"full."

"Then don't eat."

"No, waste!" Shi Qing stopped Lu Zeyan from closing the bowl, "You help me eat."

……

Lu Zeyan has no appetite.

But when he saw Shi Qing softly acted like a baby at him, he couldn't say anything except good.

After staring at Lu Zeyan as he finished eating a bowl of noodles, Shi Qing smiled, "Mr. Lu, you are awesome."

Lu Zeyan cleaned up the dishes like a walking corpse, and said nothing.

Shi Qing hangs on him, "Mr. Lu, your birthday seems to be coming soon?"

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Qing regretted it.

Because Shi Qing noticed Lu Zeyan's unnatural stiffness, after a few seconds of stiffness, Lu Zeyan started to tremble.

He reacts to that statement!

"Hmm..." Lu Zeyan's voice was still gloomy after being suppressed.

The topic started immediately, and in order not to make Lu Ze suspicious, he had to continue, so Shi Qing kissed his chin, and asked while he was tired, "How do you plan to live?"

Shi Qing's intimacy made Lu Zeyan temporarily stop fighting, but his question also made it difficult for Lu Zeyan to answer.

After a long time, Lu Zeyan hesitated to say, "I might have something to do that day..."

What can happen is just an excuse.

Shi Qing was very contradictory. He was reluctant to embarrass Lu Zeyan, and he was also reluctant to give up this rare opportunity—a rare opportunity for Lu Zeyan to reveal his emotions.

After thinking for a long time, Shi Qing tentatively said, "It's okay not to celebrate my birthday, but I have to prepare a present."

Lu Zeyan tried to evade, "You are my best gift."

"It's different, I'm yours, not a gift." Shi Qing said while kissing, with a persistent yet weak expression, "It just so happens that I still owe you a gift."

Lu Zeyan could no longer refuse.

They play each other with their own minds and tenderness. Both of them are testing each other and accommodating each other. They are both trying to be considerate and better for each other.

Back in his room at night, Shi Qing was exhausted, but his blood was boiling. He turned on the computer tremblingly, unable to restrain his excitement. He must know what happened to Lu Zeyan today!

After deliberating and deliberating Lu Zeyan's day by all means, Shi Qing finally found the greatest possibility.

—It was a phone call from far away Europe.

Shi Qing was full of doubts, and he even had thoughts that he shouldn't have—regret that he didn't monitor Lu Zeyan's cell phone.

The thought flashed by, and there was no room for regret, so Shi Qing could only work on that phone call.

After going through many hurdles, Shi Qing finally determined the owner of the number——Liang Qiu, Lu Zeyan's mother!

Brother Zeyan's mother?

Shi Qing tries hard to recall the short time he spent with Liang Qiu.

In my memory, it was a beautiful and romantic woman, chic and gentle.

In order to celebrate Lu Zeyan's birthday, the windy woman stayed for a short time and accompanied Lu Zeyan with Lu Zhong for two days.

Shi Qing heard from Lu Zeyan that Liang Qiu is a painter who travels all over the world all the year round and calls himself home everywhere.

However, Lu Zhong loves her very much, and starts chasing after her whenever he has free time.

She is a woman soaked in a sugar bowl, very free and easy, very happy.

It's a pity that Lu Zhong passed away early. After hearing that Lu Zhong left, she didn't leave their small building for three whole years.

So, why did Liang Qiu's phone call make Lu Zeyan so emotional.

Unable to figure it out, unable to figure it out, Shi Qing chose to use the most direct method - he dialed Liang Qiu's phone.

"Shiqing? Did he really find you?" Liang Qiu's tone was very subtle, and Shiqing could hear some compromise and helplessness strangely.

Liang Qiu knew about it!Shi Qing instantly grasped the glimmer of hope, "What happened to Brother Zeyan?"

After being silent for a long time, Liang Qiu spoke slowly, with a sad tone, "I can tell you, but..."

The author has something to say: Guess how much courage it took Shi Qing to make that call?

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