I'm Not Crazy [Quick Transmigration]

Zhou Wei stood in front of Jin Yuqing's door, raising his hand several times, his finger bones curled and hanging in front of the door, like a rigid sculpture.He knew that Jin Yuqing needed to calm down, and he also knew that he should calm down at this time, believing that Jin Yuqing had the ability to handle things, but the tense nerves instigated the small muscles in his eyes to contract repeatedly.

"Yuqing, eat something, I put it at the door." He rubbed his browbones, bent down, and put the plate with light snacks on the door mat.

Footsteps could be heard from the closed door, Zhou Wei hurriedly raised his head, met a pair of gloomy eyes through the crack of the door that suddenly opened from inside, he was surprised and delighted, and called out: "Yu Qing?"

His eyes were not red, his hair was tied up in front of his shoulders, and he was even dressed in a neat suit, as if that incident hadn't affected him at all, only the fine blood streaks with a few stars on the snow-white sclera could still be seen, He still cared about that photo after all.

Jin Yuqing lowered his gaze, first circled around in the milk cup on the floor mat, and then turned to Zhou Wei's face.He lifted his foot over the dinner plate, stretched out his hand to hold Zhou Wei's tie, buried himself on the other's chest for the first time, breathed in the breath of Zhou Wei's body, and absorbed the nutrients that could calm the mind.

The delicate bend of the nape looks so fragile.Zhou Wei's fingers slid across the edge of the bead-like spinous process of the cervical spine. The touch under his fingers was like walking through a piece of light and cool white silk. He opened his tiger's mouth and held the bottom of the neck, as if just pinching, the other will hang its neck and die like a swan.

Jin Yuqing's voice was muffled, and she said to Zhou Wei, "Help me find a psychiatrist."

Zhou Wei was taken aback: "What are you looking for?"

"Psychiatrist, I want to know what those sealed memories are." Jin Yuqing hesitated for a few seconds before changing his words, "It should be said...it is the real memory of Gu Yunqing. Controllingly brought them into my brain, I know that the things in those dreams are real, they are traces left by Gu Yunqing."

He was saying the word "creation", which made Zhou Wei feel uncontrollably sad.But overnight, he accepted the fact that he was a cyborg and stated it calmly.

"Okay." Zhou Wei agreed.After Jin Yuqing heard it, he just nodded and walked away. He stood still and looked at the lean back of the other party. The bones and muscles in the suit all exuded a sense of loneliness. Suddenly, Zhou Wei took a step and shouted, "Jin Yuqing !"

Jin Yuqing turned her head.

"Don't get too involved in the drama." Zhou Wei muttered.

He looked at Zhou Wei, turned around and left without saying anything.

The psychiatrist that Jin Yuqing was looking for arrived at the Central Palace in the evening three days later. He was an unlicensed wild doctor Si Xueyi met in District F. He was slightly fat and belonged to the genus Cactus. It's a miracle.

Ren Chuan was waiting for his patient, the legendary king, in a separate treatment room.

He looked around the gorgeous central palace, and the gorgeous lighting effects couldn't cover up its emptiness.For a monarch, there are too few people in this palace. From the window at hand, you can still see the Eros Building in the distance. The glass curtains there are lit up layer by layer, filled with The extravagance of a commercial city.But the Central Palace surrounded by it seemed extremely lonely.

This is a complex of buildings with an empty and prosperous appearance, and the soul of a dying monarch is buried.

Area F is a big dye vat, you can know many things, this king named Gu Yunqing is already a marionette in Hang Feng's hands, he is so destitute that he needs to find a psychiatrist behind his back to hypnotize himself to ease the day.

Ren Chuan sighed, and the door behind him was suddenly pushed open.

He turned his head and saw an elegant and handsome young man standing at the door, followed by the well-known Zhou Wei in District F. He instantly understood who the man was at the door, and fixed his gaze in a little surprise.

Jin Yuqing walked in and consciously sat down on the only treatment chair in the room.

Ren Chuan has been a psychiatrist for many years, and he has seen patients who are depressed and depressed, hysterical and red-faced, and even patients who are dying if they disagree with each other.And this person in front of him is so calm, he doesn't look like a puppet king who can't sleep at night under the oppressive control of an economic giant. There are raging desires in it, but it is never messy.

It seems that he is still holding a ghost card in his hand, a card that does not know whether it is day or night, hidden in the shadow of the gambling table, ready to turn this set of bad cards in his hand into unexpected combinations at any time, and give the enemy Take a fatal blow.

He is still alive, Ren Chuan thought, his soul is still burning.

Ren Chuan lit a mandala incense lamp that he got from Si Xueyi, and turned off the lights in the whole room. Only the warm orange flame in the incense lamp flickered majestically, and the halo circled like annual rings. Spread out in a circle.

The mandala will increase the depth of Jin Yuqing's hypnosis, produce realistic hallucinations, and dig out what is sealed in the bottommost crevice—but at the same time, it will also put him on the cliff of spiritual destruction.

"Actually, it's not necessary. Your mental state is very good now." Ren Chuan said.

Jin Yuqing blinked slowly, "It doesn't mean it's correct."

Ren Chuan was surprised: "Do you think you were a mistake?"

"I am not wrong, but my existence itself may be a huge mistake." Jin Yuqing took a breath, the aroma of the mandala made him dizzy, and the end of his speech was hazy, "I must know, I We should let this mistake continue, or we should rein in our horses."

After hearing this, Ren Chuan said, "I usually persuade patients to accept and affirm themselves."

Jin Yuqing followed his words and said, "What about me?"

"For you?" Ren Chuan smiled, "I don't need to persuade you, you know very well and know what you want."

"thank you for your approval."

Ren Chuan stretched out his palm and hung it in front of Jin Yuqing's eyes, shaking slightly: "No thanks. Then now... close your eyes, we are about to start."

Jin Yuqing closed her eyes and fell into the endless darkness.

"Who are you?" The immature voice between the boy and the youth cut through the darkness.

The surrounding scenery became clearer little by little, like the heavy black clouds faded away the thick ink color, and the black and white paintings added color, shaking off the endless ripples in the memory swamp.

Just when Jin Yuqing was about to open his mouth, a shadow passed by beside him.

The dark gray suit has a flat ironed neckline, and a small white diamond is adorned on the eyelet of the lapel collar.He walked past Jin Yuqing on the ripples of memory, narrowed his eyes deeply, bowed slightly in front of the young man who spoke just now, offered a white rose as if by magic, and said with a smile: "I am your father's friend , your guardian."

The young man had just escaped from the funeral, tears were still hanging from the corners of his eyes, his eyes were red all over, and the well-fitting pure black dress was also wrinkled by his crying.

The man reached out and touched his head, wiped away the tears that gushed out again, and said softly, "Don't cry. Look, the flowers are blooming just right."

The young man took the rose with the pruned thorns, and his growing body twitched rapidly, making the young man look too thin.He looked down at the dewy petals before raising his head to look at the man in front of him.

"Who are you?" he asked again.

The man said: "My name is Hang Feng."

Jin Yuqing's eyes widened, and he reached out to pull the boy's arm to keep him away from Hang Feng.The scenery in front of him suddenly stirred, sucking him into another picture like a whirlpool.

When he opened his eyes again, he was in the all-too-familiar Central Palace. The young Gu Yunqing restrainedly pulled the bow tie on his white dress, called the manager who was passing by, and asked him in a low voice: "Where is my guardian? did not come?"

The steward was so busy with the ceremony of the new king, he opened his eyes wide and said in surprise, "What are you talking about! The former king and queen have already left, and you have no guardian."

Gu Yunqing was dragged to complete the ceremony in a daze.

Jin Yuqing wandered behind Gu Yunqing like a ghost, and followed through the hall of the dinner party, watching the young man walk into the lounge dejectedly, collapsed on the sofa, and sighed long with his eyes closed.He sat beside the young man, trying to brush away the broken hair covering his face.Suddenly the door of the lounge was pushed open, Jin Yu stood up abruptly, and saw Hang Feng walking lightly towards Gu Yunqing.

With his waist down, he sat where Jin Yuqing had sat just now, and brushed away the strand of hair that Jin Yuqing couldn't touch.

Gu Yunqing opened his eyes amidst the itching of his hair, looking for the unexpected visitor who disturbed his dream in a daze, and when his eyes focused, he suddenly sat up and threw himself into Hang Feng's arms in surprise, like a little lamb found when he was lost .

"I thought you weren't coming!" he demanded.

"I have a present for you."

The boy's eyes lit up: "What is it?"

Hang Feng opened his palm, and found a plain earring, exactly the one inlaid on Gu Yunqing's earlobe in the photo.

Gu Yunqing raised his hand to pick it up, but retracted before touching it, offered one of his earlobe to it, and hummed coquettishly: "But I don't have pierced ears, can you help me?"

"It hurts a bit, let the doctor later—"

"I don't want a doctor, I'm not afraid of pain!" The young man grabbed Hang Feng's lapel, "I don't want anyone else. You beat the gift you gave me." He was very stubborn, like a lamb holding its newborn horns, stubbornly Tilting up, showing your immature strength.

Hang Feng stared at his motionless eyes, so he could only compromise: "Okay, I'll do it."

But when the sterilized silver needle pierced the red soft earlobe, Gu Yunqing still burst into tears. He raised his hand and touched the diamond embedded in the earlobe. The cold stone contrasted sharply with the hot earlobe.He seemed to hide his tears, and got into Hang Feng's chest again.

"My little prince... oh, it's time to be called king," Hang Feng looked down at the little lamb in his arms who refused to leave, and patted his back, "My king, from today onwards, you are the country's Master, you can't cry all the time."

Gu Yunqing retorted in his arms: "I didn't cry! I never frowned when I was punished in the military academy! I..." He raised his head, staring at him tremblingly, like a pair of priceless silver gems, "I'm only crying here with you, can't I? I promise, I won't shed a single tear when you're not here! No matter what happens!"

"No one has ever given me a gift, and no one has allowed me to cry, neither has my father. They all said that I am the crown prince and cannot lose. They forced me to win everyone, but I can only win... But I don't want to win anymore, So tired." Gu Yunqing carefully rubbed his forehead against the man's chest, "Don't leave me, if you are my father..."

Hang Feng frowned: "I'm not."

"I'm just saying if—"

"If not," Hang Feng pulled him out of his arms, looked at him and said, "You are still young, you are only 14 years old, why are you crying tired? When you grow up, you won't think so."

"No matter how old I am, I also have the right to cry!" He raised his voice, and the boy's unchanging voice was sharp. He pushed the man's arm away, and jumped off the sofa in a fit of anger. ran out back.

Jin Yuqing glanced at Hang Feng who was sitting on the edge of the sofa indifferently, thought for a while, and followed suit.

As soon as the front foot stepped out of the door, the scene suddenly changed again.

Gu Yunqing was sitting at the desk, approving the documents presented by the informant, his brows were tightly furrowed, the more he looked back, the more impatient he became, and when he saw the end, he was so angry that he slammed the table hard. His knuckles were flushed red.His figure was already tall and straight enough, and his youthful childishness gradually receded, and he put on the coat of a man pretending to be mature.

He started arguing with Hang Feng, the tenderness of his youth seemed like a cicada slough that faded overnight, growing sharp thorns.Just like every rose that is about to bloom, no matter how bloody it is, it can't stop the increasingly magnificence, attracting people to take risks to pick it.

Jin Yuqing glanced at the time of Zhiyi on the table, it was three years after his enthronement ceremony, and Gu Yunqing was 17 years old.

"What the hell are you doing!? Hang Feng!" The quarrel finally escalated and broke out.

As soon as Jin Yuqing looked up, the scene was not the same as before. The room that was clean and tidy just now suddenly became messy, the debris on the desk was thrown all over the floor, and the smart instrument fell to the ground, and the screen flickered with snow. An unsightly candid photo was zoomed in - Hang Feng was hugging a gorgeous beauty, surrounded by boxes of ammunition, and a gun was stuck in the beauty's back hole.He had seen that gorgeously dressed beauty before, Hang Feng's personal favorite, the signboard of Yinhai Guild Hall, the artificial peony species Wujin Yaohui.

Standing there in a suit and leather shoes, Hang Feng glanced at the photo contemptuously, then quickly retracted his gaze and fixed on the young man with red earlobes.He walked over slowly, pushed Gu Yunqing to the front of the desk, and slowly pressed his upper body down until Gu Yunqing's waist bent back into an unsupportable angle, and when he was about to fall over, he was caught by Hang Feng.

Jin Yuqing found that compared to the tenderness and love three years ago, Hang Feng's eyes had added a lot of complex and passionate things. It was like a dangerous active volcano, lurking underground, waiting for the right time to erupt and burn everything into ashes.

Hang Feng said lightly: "What do you want to say, it's just a photo."

Gu Yunqing stared: "Have you been drinking? And mandala incense!"

"A little bit."

"Hang Feng!" The young man pushed him away angrily, picked up the Zhiyi on the ground and threw it on him, "Underworld arms, artificial flower seeds! The convenience I give you is not for you to do these illegal transactions!"

Hang Feng was hit on the shoulder by the hard machine, he turned his head slightly, and after the slight pain passed away, he raised his foot and stepped on the broken screen, and the instrument made the sound of electric current under the leather shoes.He stretched out his hand to grab Gu Yunqing, pulled him into his arms, pressed the back of the other's head hard, and said with a self-deprecating smile: "You've grown up, huh? Little thing, cute little flower seed, you know how to teach me instead?"

"I'm not a flower seed!" He broke away.

"Then what are you?" Hang Feng took a step forward, his expression changed slightly, "Who am I doing this for? When you were 14 years old, you said you wanted to be a powerful king. Okay, I'll help you. Otherwise, you think those Where did the large sums of money allocated come from? Did it fall from the sky!" He lifted the young man's collar and threw it on the living sofa in the room, and the half-metal buttons fell to the ground. Pressing up, looking down condescendingly, "Gu Yunqing, do the math, can you be your king so safely without me?!"

"I don't need you to use such despicable means! I can-"

"Don't need me?" I don't know which word hit Hang Feng, he interrupted Gu Yunqing's words with red eyes, clamped the young man's two hands, buried his knees into his body, and roughly tore the other's flesh with his teeth Shirt, "... who is trembling in my arms, crying and not letting me go? And who is it, begging me to stay by your side for the rest of my life?"

Gu Yunqing's body became stiff from the shock, but his hands were trembling, and he stared in horror at the man who was very different from usual, who was close at hand, until his bare chest was trapped between the man's fiery lips and tongue, being ravaged and played with.

"Let go! Let me go!" He struggled and twisted, kicking his feet vigorously, "I'm not your flower seed! I'm not your fertilizer!"

Hang Feng restrained him with one hand, pulled off his tie and tied his hands on top of his head. He slowly peeled off the cloth covering the young man's body, watching the young body trembling weakly in front of his eyes, like a flower The white roses blooming enthusiastically in the cold wind and snow, with the falling rain and dew on the petals.

There was a lot of malice in his heart, and he frantically wanted to pull out the thorns on his body, let him curl up in his arms like when he was a child, revealing the fragile, vulnerable inside, and the pair of eyes that were looking up at him all the time. Sincere silver pupils... not like this now, baring his teeth and claws at him, as if he was the enemy he hated.

Just like when the silver needle pierced the earlobe, when the man's desire to conquer pierced the soft body of the young man, Gu Yunqing finally started to cry as he wished.Alcohol and Datura aggravated Hang Feng's desire to be sadistic. With red eyes, he attacked the young man, whipping the hanging heart.

"You are not... not my guardian... people..."

Hang Feng kissed his earlobe, and licked the cold white diamond earring with the tip of his tongue: "Of course I'm not, that's just to comfort you. After all, you cried so hard back then, just like now."

Gu Yunqing looked up at the man absent-mindedly, tears welling up in streams.He knew, from the very beginning, that Hang Feng was not.But even in that case, he was still willing to trust and rely on Hang Feng. He didn't want to expose this lie and pretend that there was still a relative who cared about him in this world.

And the man who was stroking his hair and smiling at him like a father, now opened his legs fiercely, moving in and out behind him.

……

Jin Yuqing stood in front of the two people who were having sex crazily, with her eyes closed, and her tightly plugged ears couldn't stop the sounds that were forced in, the hoarse moans of pain from the young man and the panting of the man galloping violently.He suddenly felt itchy at the corner of his mouth, raised his hand to touch it, and found two lines of blood red tears.

It was the remaining consciousness in his memory crying.

The eyes are gradually blurred, but when the picture turns again, it is like watching flowers on horseback.He is a fast-growing artificial species. Only the memories that are deep in the bones will be written into the depths of his mind. It seems that the main body wants to engrave them on every cell, remember them firmly, and take them to hell.

Even if Hang Feng, who was sober after the violence, repented, he could not redeem everything, and Gu Yunqing would only regard his compensation as a hypocritical trick.He could only make mistakes, control Gu Yunqing by any means, and suppress him with violence.Countless mistakes are like piles of corpses piled up on the battlefield, little by little building up into a rotten and smelly pyramid.

He finally emptied the only king, and made the young man his own rose. Even if the branches and leaves were densely covered with barbs, which made people bruised, he would happily pick them off one by one until he had no more strength to fight with. He fights.

But a thorn is a thorn and never stops growing.

This man who once replaced the father's role in Gu Yunqing's heart finally became an indelible wound in his heart, and every time he touched it, he would bleed profusely.The hardest thorn in Gu Yunqing's life was piercing into Hang Feng's heart - when he was 20 years old, he picked up a pistol and pointed it at his temple - he took revenge on this man he had respected and hated with death .

"boom--!"

A tragic gunshot, everything returned to silence.

All love and hate are over for Gu Yunqing.But for Hang Feng, it was just the beginning.

Jin Yuqing looked at Gu Yunqing, who was lying in a pool of blood, and the medical staff who were already in a hurry, feeling an unstoppable sense of desolation in his heart.He turned around, away from the noisy rescue scene, and stepped into the boundless darkness in front of him.

That was Gu Yunqing's death, and it was also the opportunity for the birth of Jin Yuqing's body.

Jin Yuqing was floating in his consciousness, those fragments belonging to Gu Yunqing were like broken pieces of glass, ups and downs around him, he watched them merge into a silver river, drifting away through time.

As soon as I lowered my head, a solitary flower trembled out from my feet.

……

Zhou Wei paced back and forth outside the treatment room, almost wanting to kick open the door and rush in to see what happened.The tacit understanding made him vaguely feel that Jin Yuqing's thinking was fluctuating violently.He was well prepared for Jin Yuqing to suddenly lose control during the hypnosis process, and he also simulated it dozens of times in his heart, if he really lost control, how to wake him up.

But all of a sudden—the originally fluctuating Si Xian flickered, and it was as still as stagnant water.

He is wondering.

"Zhou Wei! Si Xueyi! Oh, help!" The psychiatrist suddenly yelled inside.

Zhou Wei kicked open the door of the treatment room without even thinking about it, and was about to rush in, but was stunned by the magnificent scenery in front of him, and his feet were stuck and he couldn't move his legs.Si Xueyi, who came over after hearing the sound, was also stunned by the strong impact, and couldn't help sighing a few times.