The boss wants me to fall asleep every night

The tombstones are kept clean, free from weeds and dust, and there are even brand new sacrifices, which can be seen from the appearance that someone has taken care of them regularly.

Yi Sheng stood in front of the tombstone for a while holding the bouquet of white daisies, and didn't speak for a long time.

The sky was gray, and the oppressive skylight reflected on the man's body, making him look like a sharp knife with a cold light.

At first glance, the aura is too cold and sharp, but it is also extraordinarily lonely.

Too rigid and easy to break.

The tip of Shen Heqiu's nose was slightly sore, his fingertips moved slightly, and then he squeezed Yi Sheng's hand tightly.

He didn't open his mouth to speak either, he just stood side by side with Yi Sheng, and conveyed a very clear message to Mr. Yi with his handshake.

I am here.

I'll be with you.

Yi Sheng turned his head to look at his little Nightingale.

Shen Heqiu raised his face and stared quietly.

The eyes of the two met in silence for a moment, Yi Sheng's cold brows and eyes softened, and then they separated.

Yi Sheng turned his head back, and he opened his lips slightly: "I'm here to see you."

The photo of He Yishi during his lifetime is embedded on the tombstone.

This was Shen Heqiu's first meeting with her. The woman in the photo had a gentle smile, looking at her with affectionate eyes like water waves in the south of the Yangtze River, as if she was looking at her child tenderly.

As Mr. Yi said before, she is a very elegant and intellectual mother.

Yi Sheng bent down and placed the white daisy in his hand in front of the tombstone.

"...I'll bring him to show you, to see you."

"As you said, whenever you have someone you like, remember to bring it to you."

"I found it."

It's just that he has to wait a little longer, he hasn't chased him down yet.

However, it should be soon.

Shen Heqiu stammered and followed Yi Cheng's words to say hello, then blushed slightly, and turned to look at Yi Sheng as if aware of it.

All I could see was the handsome side face of the man.

They stood quietly in front of the tombstone for a while.

Until it gets darker.

Yi Sheng stretched out his hand and arranged the offerings in front of the tombstone neatly. Those offerings were placed regularly by him, and they were all He Yishi's favorite food.

Finally, he touched the spotless photo again, and then whispered, "I'm leaving."

"Next time...see you again."

On the way out of the cemetery.

The dark clouds finally couldn't hold on, and the rain fell.

Shen Heqiu was the first to feel the light rain on his body. He raised his head slightly, and the raindrops "patted" down on the corners of his eyes, sliding down the delicate contours of his face.

"Mr. Yi..."

Yi Sheng raised his hand to wipe off the raindrops that fell on Shen Heqiu's chins: "It's raining."

The rain soon fell more and more frequently, and the fine raindrops wet the clothes on his body.

Yi Cheng held Shen and Qiu's hands, and they quickened their pace in the rain.

He took off his long gray trench coat and covered the heads of the two of them.

Shen Heqiu's field of vision was blocked by the windbreaker, suddenly dimmed, and he was flustered for a while.

Until Mr. Yi clenched his hand again.

"It's okay, follow me."

He was held by Yi Sheng's hand and trotted forward.

In the narrow field of vision, only the man's slender and straight legs can be seen, leading the way steadily in front of him.

After an unknown amount of time, they got into the car.

It wasn't raining heavily, but Yi Sheng's clothes were still wet to a large extent. He stroked back his wet black hair, and the water droplets trapped in his hair rolled down his well-proportioned arms.

Although Shen Heqiu was covered by the windbreaker a lot, his trouser legs were also soaked by the rain, and his forehead hair was also steamed, sticking to his forehead.

Both of them were embarrassed by the rain wrapped in the winter chill, and after looking at each other, they couldn't help laughing.

Then he hurriedly drove to the old house, took a hot bath, changed his clothes, and dissipated the chill all over his body.

Shen and Qiu were urged by Yi Cheng to take a shower first, and when they came out, they saw that there was no one else in the old house, and Mr. Yi was still in the bathroom, so they walked curiously and walked around the old house.

The interior of the old house has been cleaned recently, and it looks neat and clean, which is completely different from the slightly old exterior.

Shen Heqiu walked around to the back of the house and looked out through the French windows. There was originally a back garden outside the house, which was probably planted with flowers, but because it hadn't been looked after for a long time, it was deserted and withered.

There is also a very old wooden swing diagonally, hanging under a tree with many branches and leaves. The vision is blurred by the continuous rain, and it is not very clear.

He tiptoed a little, lying on the clean windowpane and looking in the direction of the swing.

The next moment, a hand passed by his ear and rested on the window glass.

"looking at what?"

The man's body temperature was ironed to the back through the soft fabric, completely opposite to the cold window glass in front, and ironed properly.

Shen Heqiu smelled a bit of shower gel on the tip of his nose, and Shen Heqiu's face turned red a little.

"...the swing." He replied in a low voice.

Yi Sheng looked up, and through the misty rain, he accurately captured the outline of the wooden swing: "Like it?"

"My mother made it for me when I was young."

When He Yishi was still alive, she could often catch her crazy son from the swing.

Sometimes Xiao Yisheng would swing too high, or stand on a swing, and would be scolded by his ears.

At that time, she must not have known that the little boy she liked on the swing would one day leave the swing behind for the painting that she didn't like.

No more need for her to catch him.

Shen and Qiu are curious about Yi Sheng's past, but they don't want to make Mr. Yi sad.

He could hear the nostalgia and secret regret in the man's tone, and he couldn't help turning his head to comfort him.

"Mr. Yi, don't..." Sad.

His voice stopped abruptly.

Shen Heqiu forgot how close Mr. Yi was to him, and when they turned their heads, their lips were almost touching, so close that the heat on his face suddenly rose.

He subconsciously wanted to retreat, but Yi Cheng's hand supported the back of his head, blocking his retreat together with the window glass in front of him.

Yi Sheng lowered his head.

Shen Heqiu had just taken a shower, and they were wearing loose clothes, with loose necklines revealing dazzling fair skin, like sweet milk.

The pink color of the snow-white face turned sideways from the hot water has not faded.

Yi Sheng narrowed his eyes slightly, his eyes were dim and unclear:

"Chirp."

Shen Heqiu's eyes widened, and the man pressed against his ears, talking to him in a numb breath.

He heard what Mr. Yi said clearly.

"I'm a little sad, so I want to kiss you."

First, the lips are finely ground.

He was pinned against the window, and the cold glass stuck to his back, which made him shiver and want to escape.

But the man was stuck in his narrow waist and crotch, and was trapped in his arms immobile.

Perhaps the prey's struggle aroused a stronger desire to hunt.

Shen Heqiu felt a slight stabbing pain on the side of the neck, and the side of the fragile and fatal artery was held by someone's lips and teeth, and the trembling climbed up from the tailbone along the back.

It was only at the end that he was almost so soft that he could only lean against the glass before the other party mercifully let go of his grip on the fragile neck.

"Feel sorry."

"It's a bit over the top."

Yi Sheng stroked the tooth marks on the side of Shen Heqiu's neck, with a bit of annoyance in his tone.

The momentary emotional ups and downs made him unable to restrain himself.

Tears welled up in the corners of Shen Heqiu's eyes, but when they heard Yi Cheng's words, they shook their heads and stretched out their arms to hug him.

"……It's ok."

He didn't hate it, and he didn't want Mr. Yi to be sad.

Yi Sheng tightened his arms and lifted the man away from the window glass.

His little nightingale is afraid of the cold.

He stroked Shen Heqiu's hair, and hugged them quietly for a while, listening to the sound of raindrops hitting the windowpane.

"I told Jiujiu many things."

Yi Sheng said softly.

"When will Jiujiu be willing to tell me a little more about himself?"

Shen and Qiu were buried in Yi Sheng's arms.

He never thought about keeping Mr. Yi in the dark. The lessons learned by his parents made him never consider the possibility of keeping it a secret, but he didn't dare to tell it easily.

Wait until he is cured.

When he gets better, before he promises to Mr. Yi, he will definitely tell Mr. Yi bit by bit.

Shen Heqiu opened their mouths hesitantly, and finally whispered: "Just... wait a minute..."

Dr. Tao shouldn't be busy for too long.

He will be better soon.

Yi Sheng paused along Shen Heqiu's hair: "...Okay."

Forget it, still can't act too hastily.

When Yi Sheng came back this time, besides visiting He Yishi's grave, he also wanted to repair the old house.

The Yi family's old house was placed under Yi Pengcheng's name.

But after the other party stepped on his bottom line, Yi Sheng took back the old house that was no longer inhabited.

At the same time, it is planned to let special personnel repair the old parts to be repaired, mainly to repair the abandoned garden parts.

That's why I need to live here for a few days.

The garden needs to clear the overgrown weeds, loosen the soil, and replant the flowers.

Shen Heqiu liked to watch the process of repairing the garden, and often sat on the bay window with the music score in their hands and looked down.

Occasionally he has no inspiration, and when he is wandering around the old house, he will pass the study where Yi Sheng works.

In addition to seeing Mr. Yi busy with remote meetings, he was occasionally seen talking on the phone and sending messages with others, probably because he was busy with work.

It's just that Shen Heqiu passed by the study a few times and found that Yi Sheng would hang up the phone or turn off the phone interface after seeing him, and came up to patiently ask Shen Heqiu if he had anything to do with him.

Shen Heqiu felt that this would disturb Mr. Yi's work, and they seldom passed the study directly after that.

In addition to these, Jiang Zhengbo still chats with him on WeChat from time to time as before.

Holding the phone, Shen Heqiu felt that the frequency with which Jiang Zhengbo chatted with him was almost the same as the frequency with which Mr. Yi talked on the phone and sent messages at work.

During the few days of living in the old house, because Aunt Liu did not come to the old house together, Yi Sheng cooked three meals a day.

Shen and Qiu saw that Yi Sheng was so busy at work, and now he had to take care of three meals, felt embarrassed, so they ran over to help.

But Yi Sheng didn't like him touching the kitchen knife, fearing that he might cut it.

I also don't like him touching the water to wash the dishes, for fear that the detergent will hurt his hands.

In the end, they were not even allowed to wash the vegetables, because they couldn't see the hands playing with musical instruments doing it.

Too reckless.

Therefore, Shen and Qiu had no choice but to sit at the dining table, watching Mr. Yi busy in the kitchen, and occasionally running in to help taste the salt and taste the dishes.

The same is true today.

He sits at the dinner table thinking about the chorus of the album's title track.

From the corner of the eye, Yi Sheng's cell phone on the table turned on and then vibrated.

Shen Heqiu thought it was Mr. Yi's work call, and wanted to take it to Yi Sheng who was busy in the kitchen, so they reached out to take it.

He only glanced at the screen.

With just one glance, he was frozen in place.

It wasn't a phone call, it was a text message.

The above shows half of it:

——I've thought about it for a long time. If Heqiu's depression is to be completely stabilized, he may still need medication, otherwise...

He couldn't read the words behind it.

A chill ran up his spine, and his mind was chaotic and buzzing.

Mr. Yi knows...

Mr. Yi already knew.

A black shadow flickered in front of Shen Heqiu's eyes, and cold sweat broke out from his back in an instant.

The previous nightmare was circling in his mind again.

He saw Yi Cheng frowning at him with disgust on his face:

"You are sick."

Panting for breath, Shen Heqiu stood up abruptly, the chair legs made a sharp and piercing rubbing sound on the ground, and then fell to the ground with a "bang".

"Chirp?"

Yi Sheng was alarmed by the noise and walked out of the kitchen.

Standing at the door of the kitchen, he saw Shen Heqiu clutching his cell phone tightly, his whole body trembling slightly.

He had a bad premonition, and walked quickly to Shen Heqiu's side:

"how--"

Before Yi Sheng finished speaking, he saw the screen of the text message on the screen of the phone that was about to go dark.

Shen Heqiu saw the message Jiang Zhengbo sent him.

The author has something to say: Nothing! ∽ After Huan Libo passed by, everything is thriving! !

This time it seems that it is really coming to an end w

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