What about actor?

Shi Feng slept until midnight when he suddenly heard someone calling his name.

He sat up from the bed in a daze, his lips were dry, the room was pitch black, and a dark blue light shone through the undrawn curtains.

That voice had a faint echo, as if it was not far away from him, but also seemed to be far away.

Shi Feng stepped on the carpet with bare feet, and opened the door like sleepwalking.

The vision is distorted, everything you see is blurred into a cloud of black mist, the long corridor has no end, but the further you go, the gentle voice can be heard getting closer.

"Shifeng... Shifeng..."

"I am here……"

"bring it on……"

Probably because I haven't gone out for a long time, Shi Feng actually felt cold.

He trembled uncontrollably, it was so cold and the wind was so strong...

Where does the wind come from...

In the darkness, Shi Feng saw a figure standing not far ahead.

He suddenly ran forward regardless, because he was so excited that the gauze wrapped around his arm fell apart.

"mom!"

The violent wind rushed towards him, his mother stood on the edge of the roof, wrapped in a snow-white shawl, looked at him and smiled.

Shi Feng's eyes were sour, he ran towards her staggeringly, his feet touched something, he groped to climb up, but suddenly he stepped into the air, lost his sense of balance and fell forward.

"Time wind!"

Qi Mo's voice was extremely panicked, and it was unknown where it came from.

He felt that his waist was hooked suddenly, and his back hit the warm embrace, which made his shoulder hurt.

The clear ocean fragrance permeated the tip of the nose, Shi Feng opened his eyes in a daze——

In the howling wind, he sat on the wide open window, and the heart of the person behind him was beating violently.

People with PTSD are six times more likely to commit suicide than normal people.

That's right, Shi Feng has indeed heard this statement.

But in fact, he didn't think he wanted to die that much, even though he felt like a puppet for a quarter of the four years.

There is a thread on the top of the puppet's head, and that thread carries him to eat, sleep, bathe every day... to live in numbness day after day.

What supported him to live, that thing had gradually become blurred and meaningless, so the thread above his head also broke without a sound.

He had already lost his appetite and any desire to speak, and finally turned into a puddle of mud as he wished, rotting on the bed, sofa, rotting in any corner, unable to get up again, and the empty self-destructive consciousness was eating away at his body.

so tired.

I really want to sleep.

……Meaningless.

"I might……"

"I can't hold on anymore."

Shi Feng was lying on the bed, his voice weak and depressed.

"Stop it, leave me alone."

Guan Shaobai was sitting at the desk writing something, and when he heard the words, he still looked back at Shi Feng with a smile on his face.

"Persist for two more days?" Guan Shaobai said.

"Life is very long." Guan Shaobai withdrew his gaze, his tone was relaxed and leisurely, "You feel that life is gloomy now, but maybe everything will be better tomorrow, right?"

"where is he?"

"he?"

Guan Shaobai was stunned for a moment, then he understood, "Qi Mo, he's in the hospital."

Shi Feng remembered the moment last night when Qi Mo, who was hugging him from behind, was trembling all over. So after that, did he have a heart attack again.

Guan Shaobai thought that Shi Feng didn't understand, and continued: "His heart has some problems. He thought the operation would be good, but he didn't expect the sequelae to be so serious."

"If you have to do surgery again, the damage to your body is not covered. Alas, you really are all patients together."

Guan Shaobai jokingly said: "Qi Mo has been in the hospital for the past few days, I am the one who has come to look after you~"

Shi Feng didn't respond, just closed his eyes haggardly, frowning slightly.

He breathed heavily and long, and said, "Tomorrow, can you bring me a sentence for him?"

Guan Shaobai refused immediately: "No, if you want to say it, say it yourself."

Shi Feng opened his eyes and looked at him again, and didn't say another word for a long time.

Not long after, Guan Shaobai said good night relaxedly to Shi Feng's tired face.

The moment he closed the door behind him, the expression on Guan Shaobai's face disappeared completely, leaving only serious eyes.

He picked up the notepad he carried with him, held a pen and scribbled a few more words on it.

"The patient has serious suicidal tendencies, and psychological intervention is difficult. 』

In the hospital, Qi Mo can regularly receive messages from Guan Shaobai every day.

On the first day, Shi Feng secretly cut his wrist with a broken piece of ceramic, the pure white carpet was soaked in blood, he found it in time, and there was no serious problem.

The next day, Shi Feng stepped on a chair and put a rope around his neck, but the tie was not secure and he fell down.

On the third day, Shi Feng tried to jump off the building again, but found out in time that the window had been sealed.

On the fourth day, Shifeng lit the whole room with a lighter and found it in time, but he was choked by the smoke and fell asleep all day.

fifth day sixth day...

"Hold!!!"

The moment the phone was smashed against the wall, it was shattered.

Qi Mo pulled his hair with his hands covered with medical tape and indwelling needles. His face was pale and irritable, and the heart rate watch on his wrist was beeping when he put it back on.

As soon as Dr. Wang stepped into the ward, he heard Qi Mo say, "If you haven't observed any bullshit conclusions, I think it's necessary to leave this time-wasting place now."

Doctor Wang said: "You can trust me, I have been responsible for your illness all the time, I know you very well, Qi Mo."

Qi Mo word by word: "I just want a solution."

Dr. Wang didn't seem to mind Qi Mo's offensive words, and sat down by himself, "Frankly speaking, I don't know how your sequelae became more and more serious."

"But for the sake of safety, I suggest that you don't see that Shifeng again for the time being."

"You know, secondary operations on vital organs can cause enormous damage to bodily functions."

Qi Mo got out of bed while tearing off the needle in his hand, "Then I thank you for your suggestion."

His eyes were cold and menacing, and he said, "I can't leave him."

Seeing Qi Mo who came back suddenly, Guan Shaobai was a little surprised, looked him up and said, "Are you okay?"

Irritability was written all over Qi Mo's face, when he entered the room, he just wanted to go to the room to have a look at Shi Feng, when he heard Guan Shaobai say from behind him, "Don't look at him, talk to me."

The two sat down in the living room, Guan Shaobai had developed dark circles these days, but he still looked like he was laughing.

"Hey, I'm so exhausted, I have to stare at it at night when I sleep."

Qi Mo rubbed his temples, leaned back on the sofa, and said lightly, "It's hard work."

Guan Shaobai snorted softly and took a sip of water. "His state is indeed dangerous. He is numb and indifferent. No matter what you talk to him, he doesn't care. When he gets sick, he can ask a few words."

"There is one point that I am more concerned about. In that lounge, besides the dense cameras, what else did he see?"

Those huge projection cloths appeared in his mind for a moment, Qi Mo frowned, "I don't know."

"O——k." Guan Shaobai stretched his waist, "Then this is your task. He trusts you and is not vigilant towards you. Maybe you can find out."

Qi Mo frowned and thought, "How to ask."

"Coax, follow the instructions carefully, the most important thing is not to force him." Guan Shaobai packed up his things and got up, "I have something to do, I have to go back for two days."

After Guan Shaobai left, Qi Mo gently pushed open the door of the room, and found that Shi Fengwo had fallen asleep on the single sofa.

The twilight shone on his face, Shi Feng's face was fragile and pale.

The slender porcelain-white leg, which was still wrapped in gauze in some places, was hanging limply on the armrest. It was both sick and pornographic, and the comic book in his arms was only half-turned.

Qi Mo casually flipped through the pile of comics, they were all cute little stories about healing, probably bought by Guan Shaobai.

Qi Mo picked up Shi Feng and walked towards the bed, Shi Feng was startled for a moment, squinted his eyes and brought his nose to Qi Mo's neck to sniff, he was relieved and didn't struggle.

Like a cat.

Qi Mo didn't know what his body smelled like, but since Shi Feng got sick, he seemed to be particularly sensitive to smells.

After putting Shi Feng on the bed, Qi Mo looked down at him for a while.

Suddenly, his emotions exploded, and he knelt on Shi Feng's body, kissing uncontrollably.

Qi Mo thought that this was the first time he had experienced what it was like to be in control.

He called Shifeng baby, called him sweetheart, countless intimate and sensual terms, and every time he called him, his heart ached, but Qi Mo felt that he was about to die of happiness.

"Baby, baby, baby..." Qi Mo squeezed Shi Feng's jaw, and penetrated every inch of the other's mouth, "I love you..."

"Well……"

Shi Feng was woken up, struggled a little, was held down and kissed deeper.

He was burned by Qi Mo's whispered love words, and he couldn't think for a while, so he could only push Qi Mo's abdominal muscles with his foot.

Qi Mo thought he was being crushed, picked up Shi Feng and hugged him face to face, sighed: "Too thin."

Shi Feng was in a daze, he didn't know if he had woken up, his eyes were staring at Qi Mo blankly, his lips were slightly swollen.

Qi Mo rubbed his lower lip again, breathed hot, and whispered: "You can do whatever you want, I am willing to be hung by you..."

"But you can't hurt yourself anymore, I'll be scared to death by you, honey."

Shi Feng looked at him and said in silence for a long time, "I'm just a waste now."

Qi Mo said: "I still love you."

"Life is meaningless to me."

"I love you."

"I'm just... a stinking piece of trash that no one cares about."

"..." Shi Feng couldn't say a word.

"Tomorrow, let's move to the suburbs." Qi Mo stroked the top of Shi Feng's head, and said slowly, "That house is more beautiful than the one in England. There are many trees and flowers. You will definitely like it."

"We'll just stay there until you get better, okay?"

Shi Feng's eyes suddenly became sour, and he rubbed his head against Qi Mo's chest, as if he had been comforted.

"……it is good."

[The author has something to say: I love gentle attack woo woo woo]