After returning to China, the paranoid little boyfriend went crazy

【"...She died."

"...Who is dead?"

"Huang Le." He trembled, speaking incoherently, "I've seen her before, and I have the impression that there is a mole on the corner of her mouth. Uncle Zhou said it was a mole of good fortune, and she is blessed..."

"Death may be a blessing to her now."

"It's not like that!" Tears welled up in his eyes, but he was powerless to refute.

"You live for Fu Sheng, so who does she live for?"

"..."

"For her patriarchal parents, for those elders who scolded her for harming sluts? Or for her dark days and nights in the past ten years?"

"No..." He raised his eyes in a daze, "She said that Huada's ginkgo leaves are very beautiful, she must go and see..."

She also had dreams and love in her heart. 】

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Ye Qingzhu was the first to call and asked if Fu Sheng's search for a male lead was going well.

"He has already nodded." Fu Sheng paused, "Do you know a psychiatrist in China?"

Ye Qingzhu was silent for a while, and realized that Fu Sheng probably discovered Xu Ci.

She sighed softly: "Yes, she's pretty free recently, I'll make an appointment for you."

"Thanks."

"You're welcome."

Ye Qingzhu is not a person who is easy to get close to. You can't get close to her heart, and she won't take the initiative to pry into your private/secret, so getting along as ordinary friends is quite pleasant.

Fu Sheng asked, "How are you?"

Ye Qingzhu was quiet, she knew what Fu Sheng was asking, and said after a while: "It's pretty good, it's never been so good for so many years."

Fu Sheng said silently: "Don't do stupid things like hurting the enemy by one thousand and hurting yourself by eight hundred."

Ye Qingzhu laughed: "I know, I won't be like last time...you don't have to worry about it, it won't affect the operation of the crew and the new movie will be released, take good care of your children...it's poor."

After hanging up the phone, Fu Sheng looked at the hands he and Xu Ci were shaking. The child's hand was not soft, after all, it was a boy's, and it was so thin that it was a circle smaller than his palm.

It used to be soft to the touch, but now he could feel the calluses on his palm.

The child's wrist is also very thin, except for the bones, he can hardly feel any flesh. The thumb and index finger can be held in a circle, and there is still a little bit left.

Xu Ci became fond of wearing long sleeves. After Fu Sheng came back, he found out that in the hot summer of July, Xu Ci had never exposed his arms to the outside, so last time he suddenly rolled up Xu Ci's sleeves to check. See if there is anything unusual on his arm.

But he didn't see anything...

Fu Sheng took a breath, and suddenly remembered the bottle of skin wax he found in Xu Ci's suitcase this morning.

He pulled it out from Xu Ci's palm with difficulty, and then pushed Xu Ci's sleeve up with a slight trembling.

Nothing could be seen with the naked eye, so Fu Sheng turned on the flashlight of his mobile phone and shone on it, and he did see some clues.

Fu Sheng looked at Xu Ci's restless sleeping face, paused for a while, then scraped gently with his fingertips, and easily tore off a layer of fake skin covered with wax.

He was in Xuci's room this morning, Xuci had no chance to reapply the skin wax, it should have been yesterday, so it was so easy to tear off.

Under the fake skin, the first scar was exposed in front of Fu Sheng's eyes.

He raised his hand and stroked it gently for a moment, took a deep breath, and continued to check the rest of his arm.

The second, the third, the fourth...

There were far more marks than Fu Sheng had imagined. The scar closest to the elbow, with tender flesh on the skin, should be the closest.

As for the deepest scar, right in the middle of the wrist, it was cut across. The wound was longer and had traces of stitches. The repaired wound was still grim.

It turned out that in the past two years, during the more than 700 days of separation, he almost completely lost his child on an unknown date.

What was Xu Ci thinking when he was suffering in the same room?Did you hate him for walking away?

When he cut his wrist with a knife and was on the verge of death, did he still call out the word Fu Sheng?

Fu Sheng once thought that what he gave Xu Ci was not too little, but now he felt that it was far from enough, so that at the moment he knew Xu Ci's experience, he didn't know what to do to make Xu Ci return to health and happiness.

The last time Fu Sheng saw the medicine box in Xuci's small apartment, he was still thinking that there are so many things in it, that the child has learned to take care of himself after being independent for two years...

But at the moment, the parting is what he prepared for himself to deal with the wound after he self-harmed.

A total of thirteen.

Fu Sheng didn't dare to count some small scars that gradually faded over time, and the remaining thirteen wounds could not be erased and would follow Xu Ci for a lifetime.

Will follow him forever.

"Brother..." The night was getting dark, Xu Ci slept all afternoon before slowly waking up.

He seemed to be in a good mood, and the little dimple was reflected in Fu Sheng's eyes: "Am I good?"

Before Fu Sheng could answer, Xu Ci whispered, "They all resent contact with others, and so do I...but I don't repel you."

Fu Sheng suffered a heavy blow to his heart, his eyes turned red instantly, he leaned over and kissed Xu Ci's forehead, and said in a hoarse voice: "Zai Zai is the best."

Xu Ci asked innocently: "Then why don't you leave?"

"Okay." Fu Sheng's throat was dry, "I'm not going anywhere."

"That's settled, those who cheat will be punished." Xu Ci carefully held Fu Sheng's finger.

Feeling a little dizzy, Xu Ci thought bewilderedly, it's best to keep your word.

Otherwise, even when he reaches the ends of the earth, he will tie people back and imprison them in the hut with only them until the anger of one of them is exhausted.

"Okay." Fu Sheng kissed Xu Ci's forehead again, "Do you feel uncomfortable?"

"No……"

Fu Sheng felt that the temperature under his lips was not right, it was a little hotter than his lips.

He reached out and stroked Fuxuci's forehead, the temperature was high.

He turned around and wanted to call the nurse, but Xu Ci grabbed his hand and pursed his lips: "You can't leave."

Fu Sheng was stunned, unable to laugh or cry: "I'll go to the bed and ring the bell, and I won't leave."

Xu Ci let go of his hand unhappily, and when Fu Sheng turned to this side, he raised his injured hand, which was still unconscious, and gently hooked Fu Sheng's fingers.

Fu Sheng was afraid that he would hurt the wound, so he gently held his palm wrapped in gauze, and pressed the bell with the other hand.

The doctor on duty quickly came over and took Xu Ci's temperature: "Low fever, get an intravenous drip first, and you can go buy some porridge if you have time. The patient probably hasn't eaten for a day and is a little weak."

"Okay, thank you doctor."

"You're welcome."

Fu Sheng helped Xu Ci tuck the quilt: "I'm going to buy porridge, I'll be right back."

Xu Ci, who was injured and sick, and got Fu Sheng's promise, was extremely clingy: "No."

"Soon, 10 minutes will be fine."

"No." After Xu Ci finished speaking, she seemed to feel that she was going too far, and added in a low voice, "I don't need to eat."

"..." Fu Sheng was helpless, "Then what should I do if I'm hungry?"

"..." Xu Ci reluctantly let go of her hand, "Then come back quickly."

Don't try to run.

Xu Ci was still stuck in the dream just now for a small part of his thoughts, and he couldn't catch up with Fu Sheng's state. The low-grade fever made his head dizzy, and he couldn't even distinguish between reality and fantasy.

Anyone can not love him, but Fu Sheng can't.

He can't go anywhere, he has to stay with him until he dies.

As soon as Fu Sheng came out of the room, he bumped into Bai Tangsheng who was fully armed.

He was a little surprised: "Why did you come up?"

Bai Tangsheng raised the bag in his hand: "I'm afraid you haven't eaten, so I'll give you some."

"...you haven't left?"

"How is that possible." Bai Tangsheng laughed, "I went back, Aunt Mei cooked the food, and I asked Aunt Mei to cook some porridge."

"Thank you." Fu Sheng took it and thanked him sincerely.

"You're welcome." Bai Tangsheng walked into the ward and took off his mask, "There are fewer people coming here at night, so it's not easy to be recognized."

Xu Ci looked at Bai Tangsheng, feeling less confident, after all he made such a fuss in the bathroom at noon.

"... Teacher Bai." He whispered.

"En." Bai Tangsheng nodded, "I don't know what flavor you like, so I asked Aunt Mei to light porridge with some vegetables and shredded pork."

"……thanks."

"You're welcome." It is undeniable that Bai Tangsheng had some sympathy. Judging from what happened during the day, Xu Ci was obviously also a victim of the 163 incident, and he felt pity for Xu Ci more or less.

"Then I'll go back first." Bai Tangsheng didn't plan to stay any longer.

"I'll see you off." Fu Sheng sent Bai Tangsheng to the door, but was stopped by Bai Tangsheng, "Okay, let's go back, didn't you see that your child's eyes are about to stab me?"

Fu Sheng was taken aback for a moment, then shook his head: "No, he is just a little domineering, but he has a pretty good personality."

"...Okay." Bai Tangsheng could neither deny nor refute.

He took two steps, paused, and turned back, "A friend of mine has also experienced this kind of thing. After he came out, he didn't look like a human being anymore, but now he's doing well. He's quite a cheerful and talkative person. You Just spend more time with him, it will be fine."

When Fu Sheng returned to the ward, the porridge on the dining table remained motionless, and Xu Ci pursed his lips and looked in his direction.

He went to the bed and sat down, took a mouthful of porridge from the thermos bucket, put it on his lips to touch the temperature, and sent it to Xu Ci's lips.

Xu Ci hesitated to eat it, but when Fu Sheng brought the second bite, she refused: "I'm not hungry, you can eat."

"Good boy." Fu Sheng avoided his hand and brought it to his lips, "I can eat after you finish eating."

Xu Ci pursed her lips, but still opened her mouth.

The taste of porridge is very good, neither thick nor thin, a little taste but not salty, it is suitable for patients with poor appetite.

Fu Sheng fed him patiently spoon by spoon, and suddenly asked, "Do you still want to play the role of Mu Xiang?"

Xu Ci fell asleep all afternoon, and Fu Sheng thought a lot. The child's mental state was obviously unstable, and he might hurt himself at any time. What he needed most at the moment was a peaceful living environment and psychological treatment.

"I think..." Xu Ci didn't know what Fu Sheng was thinking, he lowered his head, "I will try my best to act well...don't look for someone else."

Fu Sheng was slightly startled: "I didn't want to find someone else, since you want to, he is yours."

He fed Xu Ci the last mouthful of porridge, and Qian Fan was thinking about it in his mind. He even thought about whether to delay the start of the crew until Xu Ci was in better condition.

But this is unrealistic. With so many first-line actors in the crew, every day of delay is a loss. He is not the only investor, but there are others.

Fu Sheng took out a tissue and wiped the corners of Xu Ci's mouth: "Then be good, and tell me whenever you feel uncomfortable on the set, okay?"

Xu Ci gave a low hum, her soft hair covered her eyes, making it difficult for others to see clearly.

Huang Le's death was beyond Xu Ci's expectation...

When he was most devastated, he thought about laying everything out in front of Fu Sheng. He knew that Fu Sheng liked him, and knew that the hurt he suffered would turn into punishment for Fu Sheng sooner or later.

But he didn't want to.

He just wanted Lawyer Lin to tell Fu Sheng that he was sick and depressed, so that Fu Sheng would not dare to leave after discovering the scars on his arm.

But since things have happened, it doesn't hurt to make good use of them.

Xu Ci lowered his eyes and realized that the fake skin on his forearm had been peeled off. He looked at the ugly scar on his wrist...

What were you thinking when you cut that knife?

It is undeniable that he was indeed a little happy. He even imagined what kind of wonderful expression Fu Sheng would have when he came back and found that he was dead.

But the blood stained his clothes, he gave up after all.

It hurts so much...

He was also reluctant, reluctant to let Fu Sheng be as sad as himself, even though the other party might not be sad.