After wearing a book and becoming a stand-in, she became a fan

After coaxing Wang Yizhuo to sleep again, Yu Jiu helped him tuck the quilt, turned around with a complex expression and walked out lightly.

Opening the door, Wang Xingquan was sitting on the bench outside the door, his face was paler and uglier than Wang Yizhuo's. Hearing the movement, he raised his head and forced a smile at Yu Jiu: "Is he asleep?"

"Well—don't laugh if you can't laugh, don't force yourself." Yu Jiu endured it, but still couldn't help it: "It's so ugly."

A good handsome match, but was wasted by life... seems to have lost its vigor.

"...I'm sorry." Wang Xingquan wiped his face and said vaguely, "I'm a little sleepy and a little tired."

"Wang Xingquan, what's wrong with you?" Yu Jiu frowned, and sat down to hold his hand: "Do you know that you are not like yourself at all now! That usual calm self! Why did you suddenly become like this? Just because Zhuo Zhuo said that sentence?"

But what does Wang Yizhuo's endless words mean?

Who grabbed his hair and hit him?Why did such a calm person like Wang Xingquan become like this because of one sentence?Yu Jiu felt completely at a loss.

And the hand holding Wang Xingquan was also sweaty and cold.

The latter had clearly been staying in the hospital, but his hand was not warm no matter what.

Seeing him holding on to his expressionless indifference, Yu Jiu sighed lightly——

"I'm sorry, I was the one who asked too much. I'll go back and pack up my things before I come back to help you. Then you go back to sleep..."

"It's my mother." Wang Xingquan suddenly interrupted Yu Jiu's words, and in the astonished eyes of the latter, he said calmly and quickly: "Wang Yizhuo is talking about my mother. She is a crazy woman with mental problems. When Wang Yizhuo was four or five years old, there were no adults watching at home, so she would abuse and beat him."

......

Yu Jiu guessed many possibilities, but he never thought of this reason.

There is no real empathy in this world, and Yu Jiu has never experienced such a thing, so he has no position to persuade and comfort Wang Xingquan, saying "it's all over", he can only listen in a daze.

"Later, I couldn't take it anymore, so I took Wang Yizhuo out." Wang Xingquan wiped his face, his eyes were bloodshot: "He became more ill because of these things, I thought it would be better to see a doctor these few years, but I didn't expect that. …”

Unexpectedly, Wang Yizhuo still remembered these terrible 'nightmare', like a shadow.

Yu Jiu was silent for a moment, hesitantly grabbed Wang Xingquan's hand.

"I can't tell you that all these things are over to comfort you, because the trauma is still there." Now that Wang Xingquan has decided to reveal his heart, Yu Jiu can't pretend he doesn't know about some things: "Before you were injured on your right arm, the doctor said that you have an old disease. , Later, Zhuo Zhuo also said that you often wear bandages on your arms, I want to know...is it, is it?"

"Yes." Wang Xingquan closed his eyes and answered him softly: "My mother did it. She is a good mother and a good woman. When she is awake, she is no different from a normal person. It's just that her mental state is extremely unstable. She is awake for less than a day. Two hours."

"Most of the time she is confused, and when she is confused, she likes to self-mutilate, abuse herself, and abuse others. Some of those injuries were when I stopped her from cutting herself with scissors, and some of them were when I was sleeping... ..."

"Stop talking." Yu Jiu thought of those winding wounds, and interrupted him with a trembling voice: "Stop talking."

If it was okay before, he can't hear it now, and it hurts terribly when he hears it.

"Actually, it's nothing. The old disease has become a scar, and I don't feel it anymore." Wang Xingquan smiled, but his lowered eyes were a little lonely: "I just don't want Wang Yizhuo to remember those things."

The big kids are fine, it's just too cruel for the little ones to have those memories.

"Brother Quan, send Zhuo Zhuo to see a child psychologist." Yu Jiu stared into his eyes and said sincerely: "He needs to see a doctor, not just rely on you in a small room."

"I know it might be hard at first, but it can be overcome!"

And it must be overcome.

Because if you don't pass this level, Wang Yizhuo will never get better, and Wang Xingquan will never get spiritual relief.

Wang Xingquan was silent for a moment, then nodded slightly.

His complexion is tired, and his delicate and youthful bones seem to be tired.

Yu Jiu breathed a sigh of relief, paused for a while and asked hesitantly, "Is your mother... still alive?"

"It's gone." Wang Xingquan looked far away, and his slender fingers unconsciously tapped the back of his hand: "It was gone five years ago."

Yu Jiu didn't speak, and couldn't tell what it was like.

Family members who have a mental patient in their family will probably feel that they are relieved after the death of the patient-but is it really liberated?

Yu Jiu remembered that when Wang Xingquan mentioned his mother just now, he said that his mother was healthy for one or two hours a day.

When he said this, Wang Xingquan smiled and even felt relieved. He must love his mother very much, even though she is mentally ill, she abused them.

After thinking wildly for a while, Yu Jiu came back to his senses and explained something else: "You sit here for a while, I'll go back and pack things for you..."

"Don't go." Wang Xingquan grabbed his hand and said flatly, "Stay with me for a while."

The calm voice and attitude, just said such a simple sentence, but made Yu Jiu's inexplicable heart beat wildly.

He asked without hesitation, and even stuttered for a while: "Accompany, why are you accompanying?"

However, what Wang Xingquan did next made Yu Jiu's heart beat wildly.

"Let me lie down for a while." Wang Xingquan seemed unable to hold on for a second, and lay down on Yu Jiu's lap with his head down, thanking him vaguely: "Thank you."

The heavy weight made Yu Jiu's legs feel real. He lowered his head unconsciously, and what he saw was Wang Xingquan's graceful side profile, with his eyes closed, and his eyelashes so long that they could cast a shallow shadow under the eyelids.

Yu Jiu didn't realize that the corners of his lips curled up.

After a while, he put it down again dully.

Such a person...has a mentally ill mother and an autistic younger brother. How does he live?

Wang Yizhuo abused them when he was four years old and died when he was five. What about their father?Why did Wang Xingquan never mention his father, and what happened to that stupid second aunt?

In fact, although Wang Xingquan vaguely revealed a small mouth, his whole person is still like a mystery.

Five years ago, Wang Xingquan hadn't graduated from high school. How did he live with a four or five-year-old autistic brother, and work around to pay off his debts?

Yu Jiu suddenly felt that he was like a child living in an ivory tower, usually he always felt how powerful he was, but in fact it was simply why he didn't eat minced meat, not a suffering in the world.

Now it's impossible for him to imagine Wang Xingquan's difficulties, let alone someone who has experienced it himself.

But he is also someone who has written so many scripts, maybe it's... care makes chaos.

Yu Jiu stared at Wang Xingquan's profile, and sighed softly.

In the corridor of the hospital in the afternoon, the sun is shining, and it is quiet and soft.

For the next few days, Yu Jiu ran between the hospital and the school.

Unlike a magazine office, the hospital is not far from the school, but the driving route is extremely complicated, and the bus even has to reverse.

After thinking about it carefully, Yu Jiu felt that it was too worthless, so he simply bought a bicycle for transportation - anyway, he had wanted to buy it for a long time.

I used to feel that it was too far to go anywhere in school, but now that I bought a bicycle, I can go anywhere without feeling tired.

Several roommates in the school knew about Yu Jiu's resignation, but they didn't know why he could keep his feet on the ground after resigning, so they came over to ask curiously.

Yu Jiu ate instant noodles in a hurry, and briefly told them what had happened in his busy schedule.

"Damn it, don't you? Are you going to babysit someone for free?" Feng Mao was surprised when he heard this, his face was almost distorted: "What kind of friend, brother, you are too sincere. "

Yu Jiu couldn't help but rolled his eyes.

"Hey, hey, don't you believe what Brother Mao said?" Feng Mao complained: "You go to the hospital to look after children in this beautiful university life? Still not paid?"

"Then let me tell you, I've taken a fancy to the child's parent?" Yu Jiu quickly wiped his mouth after eating, then got up to pack his things, and joked half-truthfully while doing so.

"...Parents?" The other two were also surprised when they heard it, and rushed over to ask: "What kind of parents? Male or female? Do you like children?!"

"Xiaojiu, you have too much taste!"

"That is, no matter how you can destroy someone's family..."

"Okay, okay." Yu Jiu couldn't help laughing, picked up his bag and left, before going out, he turned his head and said neatly: "Man, single."

roommate:"......"

Although life is a bit difficult now, falling in love is a spiritual enjoyment.

——Yu Jiu hasn't planned to give up on chasing people yet.

It's just that he's chasing people, which is more or less not doing his job properly.

"Brother Quan!" While waiting outside the hospital for the psychiatrist to examine Wang Yizhuo, Yujiu was bored, so he dragged Wang Xingquan out.

"Hurry up, ride a bike." Yu Jiu sat on the back seat and urged him, solemnly: "Go to the family on Huaiming Road to buy something."

The reason why he chases people "doesn't work properly" is that he always likes to be served by others—for example, let Wang Xingquan ride him on a bicycle.

"...You just want me to ride you." Since Yu Jiu bought this bicycle, Wang Xingquan rode and pulled him twice. This guy doesn't know whether he is addicted or lazy. You must let him pull him, not bring yourself to ride.

But Wang Xingquan was also used to it, he kicked up, not knowing whether to laugh or cry: "What is your addiction?"

The bicycle wheels brought up a gentle breeze on both sides, and Yu Jiu held Wang Xingquan's thin waist with one hand in an upright manner, hiding behind and laughing, but his voice was very serious: "I'm not addicted, am I just lazy?"

"No one said no, just be lazy..."

Probably the happiest thing in the world is that one person can be lazy unscrupulously and have another person to support him.

Yu Jiu experienced the luxury of happiness in such a very ordinary thing.

Why does he like to let Wang Xingquan ride him on a bicycle?

In fact, after selling three copyrights, it is not a problem to buy a scooter worth tens of thousands with Yu Jiu's current assets, it's just that he likes the current feeling, and even enjoys it.

Riding the bicycle, there was an inexplicable feeling that he and Wang Xingquan were both students.

Childish romance.

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