Correct posture of masochism [system]

"Xu Yiming, get up, I'm hungry."

The man on the bed suddenly opened his eyes, his bloodshot eyes looked at the whitewashed wall opposite, and after a long time he looked away and stopped on the small cabinet beside the bed, where several financial magazines were neatly placed, next to it was a glass, next to his ear It seemed as if he could hear the man's breathing, as if nothing had changed.

Xu Yiming rubbed his forehead, feeling a little angry, that person has been away for half a year, completely disappeared from his world, after messing up his life beyond recognition, he was not given a chance to breathe.

Xu Yiming lifted the quilt and got out of bed, his eyes stopped on the dark brown slippers on the ground, and he stepped on the light gray slippers on the left and walked into the bathroom to brush his teeth and wash his face.

When he was shaving in front of the mirror, he vaguely saw the young man standing behind him smiling at him through the mirror, Xu Yiming was a little dazed, the blade left a small cut on his chin, he smiled and shook his head, his eyes were red.

Coming out of the bathroom, Xu Yiming has returned to his usual elegant appearance, and there is no trace of losing control on him.

The mobile phone on the table vibrated, and Xu Yiming frowned when he saw the caller ID. Just as he pressed the answer button, a slightly formulaic voice came from the other end, "Mr. Xu, your appointment is at eight o'clock this morning. point."

"I'll go over now." Xu Yiming hung up the phone after finishing speaking.

Municipal Hospital Psychiatry

The middle-aged doctor in his 40s flipped through the medical records and materials in front of him, and occasionally looked up at the man opposite him, a famous domestic painter, even a layman who was so famous knew him.

There was a traffic accident more than four months ago. When he received the patient, the patient had just come off the operating table. It wasn't long before he was out of danger. He was no different from a walking dead. Now his condition has recovered a lot, but he is even thinner , To be precise, it is getting more and more serious every time.

"Mr. Xu, have you taken the medicine prescribed last time?"

"Ah."

The middle-aged doctor took a pen and wrote on the medical record, "Do you still have hallucinations now?"

Xu Yiming's lowered eyes moved slightly, "No."

After he stopped writing, the middle-aged doctor frowned. After several contacts, he had concluded that this man was not cooperative, and his eyes did not have the uneasiness facing the unknown and the desire for life like other patients he took care of. rise.

In other words, it is repelling a certain designated part. If he accidentally steps on it, the other party will strongly resist.

The middle-aged doctor asked some basic information as usual, and Xu Yiming answered every question from beginning to end, as smoothly as before every time, as if he was completing a job.

After coming out of the hospital, Xu Yiming went directly to the TV station. He had never been interviewed by any TV station or newspaper before. This time, he made an appointment half a year ago. That person was still there at that time, saying that he wanted to see him on TV. He agreed.

The host is a young woman in her 20s. Despite some professional habits, she looks at Xu Yiming in the same way as most of the opposite sex.

The auditorium is full, and the enthusiasm of the audience for this outstanding painter can be seen from the fierce applause.

After the scene-based opening remarks, the host started, from childhood anecdotes to becoming famous when he was young, and made a big circle, and the topic finally turned to the other half.

What outsiders know is that Xu Yiming is 36 years old, fame and fortune, only marriage is still vacant.

As early as a few years ago, there were rumors about Xu Yiming's sexual orientation and his lover, plus Xu Yiming never thought of concealing it, and attended occasions in the circle and some charity galas with companions, the same young man, Handsome and dazzling.

Xu Yiming's eyes were half-closed, he leaned back on the back of the sofa and smiled, "He doesn't want to grow old with me."

The host was taken aback by the three-point blame and seven-point doting tone, and the host forgot to answer the conversation, and the scene also fell silent. Probably, the audience in the audience, including the audience in front of the TV, did not expect Xu Yiming to be on such an occasion The answer was so straightforward that people were caught off guard.

It wasn't until the director in the audience kept shaking the reminder board that the host recovered from the shock. She looked at the calm and steady man opposite again. Why did she have the illusion that the other party was very pitiful?With such excellent conditions, there must be too many opportunities to choose.

She shook her head, brushed back the hair on her cheeks, and took the opportunity to adjust her mood.

There was no other expression on Xu Yiming's face. He felt the half-joking comfort. Everyone thought that he had lost a relationship that lasted five years, but they didn't know what he had really lost.

When I got home, it was past five in the afternoon, the sun was setting, and the afterglow was imprinted on the rose garden. The beauty was unreal, the wind was blowing, and the roses were swaying, revealing a small bag of soil. Among the large gorgeous roses, there was more sadness .

Xu Yiming stared at the little soil bag in place, with many emotions in his eyes, pain, anger, hatred, and finally a deep longing. He walked into the garden step by step, carefully avoiding those roses, because they are The only thing the man left him.

The soil bag is small and bare, and it looks like a lump of soil from a distance. No one would know that there is a young man sleeping under that layer of soil.

Xu Yiming stood up straight and squatted down slowly, touching the soil bag with his hands. It didn't know how long it took, but the soil under his palm had already warmed up, but he didn't get tired of it, as if what he was stroking was not the rough soil. , but that person's body.

"Come to my dream at night." Xu Yiming closed his sore eyes, his voice choked up, "I miss you very much."