New year greeting

Song Xinyuan rushed into the bathroom, faced the sink, and vomited.

He pressed his Adam's apple, and various voices echoed in his ears, both magical and realistic.

"Changlin, why do you think Feng Deng was promoted from an intern to a resident so quickly? He became Song Yanqing's favorite student through the back door. Do you know what a back door is?"

"Yuanyuan, don't blame Feng Deng, those things have nothing to do with him, it's all my fault."

"Song Xinyuan, I broke up with you, it has nothing to do with your father."

"Yes, I've been using you, thank you."

"You stay away from me."

"Do it yourself."

"Deserving it."

Song Xinyuan coughed until tears fell, he couldn't cough up anything, and still felt sick to his stomach.

So disgusting, so disgusting, Feng Deng is so disgusting.

He remembered clearly that when the photos of his father and Feng Deng were exposed, Feng Deng had not yet broken up with him.It turned out that Feng Deng not only deceived him five years ago, but also deceived his father, stepping on two boats, and playing with both father and son in the palm of his hand.His dad is in jail, is it his turn next?

Song Xinyuan remembered one thing. Feng Deng once invited his colleagues to dinner after get off work, and he was very interested.Others misunderstood the reason for Feng Deng's treat, but Song Xinyuan knew that Feng Deng was celebrating the death of a patient.

Suddenly, Song Xinyuan felt a chill down his back.The more he got to know Feng Deng, the more frightening Feng Deng became. He fantasized about starting over with such a person in the morning.

Song Xinyuan's mind was in chaos, and he had no time to think about the grievances between Feng Deng and Song Yanqing. The hatred that had disappeared for many days poured into his heart from his throat.

He hated Feng Deng so much, an expression he had never seen before appeared on his face, wishing he could die with Feng Deng the next moment.

A burst of phone ringing brought him back to his senses. He took out his phone and stared at the screen, not wanting to answer the phone for the first time in his life.

It was Feng Deng who came.As soon as the ringing stopped, Feng Deng called again. Song Xinyuan almost smashed his phone due to his insistence.

Song Xinyuan took a few deep breaths, clicked to answer, but did not speak.

Feng Deng was silent for a few seconds and asked, "Excuse me for your rest?"

Song Xinyuan gritted his teeth and kept his voice steady: "What's the matter?"

"Ge, you forgot?"

Of course he didn't forget it, but the recording was replaced with other content. Feng Deng's secret was much more exciting than his music.

He intentionally misinterpreted Feng Deng's meaning: "Doctor Feng, don't you have shame, you are several years older than me, why do you call me 'brother'?"

"The record of what you said that day—"

"I'm joking, are you serious?"

"...Sorry, I misremembered, you have a good rest." Feng Deng hung up the phone.

Song Xinyuan raised his neck, blinked his eyes, put away his negative emotions, and returned to the set.

After today, the competition between him and Feng Deng officially kicked off.

Song Xinyuan was hit hard. Not only did he not feel depressed when he was acting, but he was in better condition. He entered the play quickly, which made Kong Zhuo marvel at his progress.

On this day, after the last scene was filmed, Kong Zhuo waved to Song Xinyuan, showed Song Xinyuan a few clips, and praised: "Xiao Song, you are indeed talented. If this drama passes the review and is released, it will not be guaranteed next year." You must win the award, in my opinion, you have the hope of winning the new actor award."

Song Xinyuan joked: "My goal is the best actor."

"Hahaha, yes, then I can't show weakness and try to win the gold cup of the best director award."

After work was over, Song Xinyuan didn't go back to the hotel, and quietly went to Feng Deng's house on the pretext of leaving behind important items.He planned to search for clues while Feng Deng was away, trying to find out what happened to Feng Deng.

Feng Deng's two-bedroom and one-living room were not occupied for many days, and the house was a little deserted.To be cautious, Song Xinyuan put on the prepared transparent gloves and foot covers, and approached Feng Deng's room.Feng Deng was not in the habit of locking the door, so Song Xinyuan turned the handle lightly, and the door opened.

He turned on the light, looked around, pulled out Feng Deng's bedside table, and checked in turn.The cabinet on the left has socks on the upper shelf and underwear on the lower shelf.Song Xinyuan curled his lips, went around to the right side of the bed, and opened the first layer casually. Inside were several boxes of condoms and two bottles of lubricant, all new and unopened.

"..."

Song Xinyuan didn't need to think about who these things were going to be used on. He cursed angrily, and continued to look at the second drawer, and saw a book. Before he got up, he glanced at the title on the cover and was stunned.

This is a medical book about mental illness.He picked it up and turned it over, and a stack of tissue paper flew out.He didn't pick it up, but stared at a couple of pages thoughtfully, the bolded title on the left was "schizophrenia".

He scanned it back and forth several times, and picked up the thin paper on the floor. Those were drug instruction sheets, there were a dozen of them, and they were originally sandwiched between these two pages.He checked the time, put the manual in his pocket, took a picture of the cover of the book, and put the book back in its place.

Song Xinyuan sneaked back to the hotel silently, told Jia Yingjun that he was safe, locked the door, sat on the bed, took out the instruction manual, read the name of the medicine, and checked the use on the Internet.

Clozapine, aripiprazole, iloperidone, lurasidone, olanzapine, paliperidone, quetiapine, risperidone, ziprasidone, amisulpride, blonanserin ...

It was full of antipsychotics, several of which were specifically designed to treat schizophrenia.

Song Xinyuan opened his eyes wide suddenly, feeling as if he had just woken up from a dream.

Unknowingly, Song Xinyuan's filming work for the new drama came to an end, and it was finished in one month, but Feng Deng still hadn't returned.Song Xinyuan was extremely busy and ignored Feng Deng. If he ignored Feng Deng, Feng Deng would not take the initiative to contact him.The relationship between the two has faded a lot, but Song Xinyuan's words and deeds are all normal, and no one can see his change.

At ten o'clock in the evening, Song Xinyuan returned to the hotel after work. After washing, he sat on the bedside and read an e-book, which was the medical book at Feng Deng's house.He copied certain passages while watching, and carefully pasted them on sticky notes.After half an hour, he was suddenly so hungry that he ordered a takeaway without his manager's back.

Ten minutes later, the doorbell rang.

Song Xinyuan ran to the door barefoot to welcome the fried chicken burger he was thinking of.He opened the door, leaving a gap, stretched out his hand and said, "Thank you, give it to me."

A cardboard box fell into his hand, and then, the door was pushed open from the outside, and Feng Deng appeared in front of his eyes.

Song Xinyuan froze in place, glanced at the food box in his hand, this box of pastries was a specialty of Xizhao County.He hesitated for a moment, then walked to the bed and put the box on the table.

"How do you know I live here?"

"I contacted Director Kong and said he wanted to discuss something with you. He told me." Feng Deng closed the door, his words vague, "Han Le went to find Shen Lingxi secretly."

At this moment, Song Xinyuan hated himself for being too smart for understanding what Feng Deng meant.Shen Lingxi left the disaster area a week ago and went back to the hospital alone.When Han Le returned to Qianyang City so late, he went to find her immediately, and must plan to surprise her.

Feng Deng wanted to surprise him. If it had been half a month ago, he would have been very happy. Now, he just felt frightened.

Leaning against the edge of the table, pretending to be nonchalant, he asked Feng Deng: "Then what are you going to discuss with me?"

This was obviously Feng Deng's excuse, he just kept Feng Deng from stepping down.

Feng Deng examined him for a long time, then held his wrist: "It's thin."

Song Xinyuan dodged back subconsciously, but he didn't dodge. He realized that he was overreacting, so he bit his lip: "Doctor Feng, you can't say that men are thin."

"You've lost weight," Feng Deng ignored his nasty words, pulled him into his arms, and said with lowered eyes, "Didn't you say that when I'm not around, you will gain weight? Why have you lost so much weight?"

Song Xinyuan was stiff all over, lowered his head and muttered: "I miss you, you will never come back."

"You can call me, I'll answer it when I'm free." Feng Deng raised his chin, thinking that he had annoyed him by calling him clingy the last time, "Are you angry?"

"Why are you angry? I'm not a child."

Feng Deng sighed and kissed Song Xinyuan's lips, but Song Xinyuan pushed him away.

Song Xinyuan took half a step back and hit the flower pot with his elbow. His newly bought white palm fell off and hit the ground with a bang.

The author says:

Slowly, I wrote a little late today, and I didn't write much.Actually... Forget it, I'll hold back first.By the way, the parking lot has been replaced with a new one, which is very smooth, and I put it on the top Weibo.