After returning to China, the paranoid little boyfriend went crazy

The sentence "I am obedient" directly made Fu Sheng unable to control his strength, leaving a red mark on Xu Ci's thigh. He heard the child grunt, but he still didn't hide, and stuck him even tighter.

The delicate skin was attached to the palm, and the temperature belonging to another body seemed to burn his sanity.

Fu Sheng's shirt was completely wet with water, and it was still mixed with fine foam.

He took a tight breath: "...Don't do this kind of thing again next time."

These scars not only scratched Xu Ci's skin, but also pierced his heart, which was numb with pain.

"Brother..." At some point, Xu Ci had attached his hand, "Do you want to..."

Before Xu Ci could finish speaking, Fu Sheng slightly pushed him away: "Don't mess around."

The lonely night that has lasted for more than two years, if the balance suddenly breaks, tonight will not be a problem that can be solved simply by venting.

What's more, the child still hurt his hand, so Fu Sheng raised his forearm: "Raise it higher."

Xu Ci: "..."

He looked down.

Fu Sheng calmly picked up the bath ball and started rubbing foam.

Xu Ci stayed in the hospital for two or three days without being able to freshen up, and her body was not so refreshed, so under the warm water, being served by someone she liked, she gradually felt a deep sense of sleepiness.

His initial little thoughts gradually dissipated, as if he always tends to get sleepy when he gets close to Fu Sheng recently.

Hmm...seems to save a lot of money.

As Fu Sheng washed and washed, his body became more and more angry, while the bodies of his hands became softer and softer.

From behind, she simply fell into his arms, said good night invisibly, and closed her eyes directly.

"... Cub?"

Fu Sheng pinched Xu Ci's chin and looked at it. His breathing was very steady, and he seemed to be just asleep.

He frowned slightly, and the charming thoughts in his heart dissipated in an instant. He dried the person as quickly as possible, wrapped him in a bathrobe, put him in the bed, and called Su Hongkang.

"It's okay, I just fell asleep." Su Hongkang withdrew his hand, "Don't worry too much, it's best to change the medicine for the wound now, you were in the bathroom just now...water vapor can pass through the gauze."

...what does pause mean?

Fu Sheng: "...OK."

Fu Sheng sent Su Hongkang to the door, but the other party still turned his head.

The 60-year-old man looked serious: "Although we don't shy away from being together now, we must pay attention to maintenance, otherwise we will be easily injured."

"...Thank you, I will pay attention." Fu Sheng didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

Su Hongkang: "I have an old friend of Chinese medicine. He has medicines related to this area. Many young people go to him to buy..."

"..." Fu Sheng added the Chinese medicine doctor through Su Hongkang's business card sharing, and closed the door after seeing the figure of the old man disappearing in the corridor.

——This ring has not been broken, but I bought a bunch of maintenance medicine first.

Fu Sheng turned around and looked at the little guy huddled up on the bed, and walked to the bed with some helplessness.

The child seemed to be sleeping well this time, and he didn't frown or frown.

He looked at it for a while, smiled subconsciously, and then took Xu Ci's hand to take off the bandages one by one, and re-sterilized and applied medicine to wrap a new bandage.

He hooked Xu Ci's delicate fingertips, and couldn't help but think of the string of pinyin.

It's just such a pair of not-so-strong hands that personally carved the color that belonged to Fu Sheng on his own skin.

Every moment he spends with Xu Ci since he came back, his heart seems to be restless.

Either in distress, or on the road of distress.

He lifted a corner of the quilt, lifted up the half of Xuci's bathrobe, gently stroked the smooth skin, and rubbed it on the string of pinyin letters.

As if feeling a touch, Xu Ci flinched her legs and murmured unconsciously: "Fu Sheng..."

Fu Sheng stood up abruptly. He covered Xu Ci's quilt to prevent him from catching a cold from the air conditioner. Then he quickly walked into the bathroom and turned on the shower, trying to cover up something.

Xu Ci on the bed slowly opened his eyes, looked at the bathroom surrounded by mist, heard the unknown low/gasp inside, curled up slightly, feeling a little inexplicably lost and sad.

Even though he didn't feel anything because of the medicine, he still wanted Fu Sheng to touch him.

Just kisses and hugs weren't enough to satisfy him, he was greedy for more.

He wants to go back to the past, but he doesn't want to go back to the past.

Different from the tranquility in the room at that time, the Internet is full of bloody storms.

——Oh my God, what does Huang Le mean by that?I said that Pei Ruo really did not commit suicide in the past!

——Does that mean that Pei Ruo was also sent to the same place?That's not quite right, his state began to change at the age of 21, but at that time he was already a top player in the entertainment industry, who could send him to a rehab?

——To be more realistic, with Pei Ruo's worth at that time, even if he was gay, so what, even if he wanted to make money, the people around him had to tolerate him.

——Have you noticed that "those demons" mentioned by Huang Le are still at large?

——I noticed, oh my god, didn’t it be reported that all the relevant personnel have been brought to justice?The punishment that should be punished, the sentence that should be sentenced...

——Could it be that the upstairs has forgotten Du Qiuchuan, the bastard?

——That's not right, only Du Qiuchuan slipped away alone, but Huang Le said "those", I don't believe this is a slip of the tongue.

——Forgive me for the conspiracy theory, there will not be any big guys involved behind this, right?

——Do you still remember that you said that Pei Ruo could not choose such an ugly way of death?It suddenly occurred to me that I chose such a bustling street to jump off, did I want to cause a public sensation and start an investigation?

——The more I think about it, the more likely it is... Will Huang Le do the same this time?

——Thinking too much upstairs, if there are really those big guys you imagined, then even Pei Ruo's death can't be brought down, do you think Huang Le is enough?

——Agreed, I have watched too many TV dramas.

——Speechless, can the influence of public opinion ten years ago be compared with the influence now?Not on the same level at all.

——It's over, I've been convinced by that set of conspiracy theories...

——Let me make up my mind, in fact, there are other interest chains in this precept firm, or other investors, who have also violated/harmed the victims, but because of the strong background or lack of evidence, there is no evidence Get punished, so there is the current scene...

Pei Ruo's name was once again on the hot search after many years, and this night was destined to become a sleepless night for countless people who once really liked him.

Some of them have become wives and mothers of their children, some have married and started businesses, and some have changed from cardamom girls to independent strong women...

There were also people who followed in Pei Ruo's footsteps and walked on his old path.

But Pei Ruo was the only one who remained forever ten years ago, at a bright and beautiful age, and kept the appearance of the best years forever.

Only those works and photos of him that move forward with the years prove that he has been in the world.

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Xu Ci felt that the bed behind him had collapsed a bit, and the familiar breath enveloped him.

He pretended not to wake up, turned over and rolled into Fu Sheng's arms.

Fu Sheng paused, and after confirming that Xu Ci had not been woken up, he gently embraced the child by the waist and held him in his arms.

He kissed the child's hair, took out his mobile phone with one hand and sent a voice in a low voice: "Do you still have the files of the 163 incident, please check it for me, who sent Xuci in the first place, the person who signed it and authorized it who is it."

There seemed to be a typed question over there, and Fu Sheng looked down at the little guy in his arms, and replied: "Yes, the beard of a moment, the porcelain of porcelain."

I didn't think it before, but recently I feel more and more that Xu Ci is like a fragile porcelain. If you don't pay attention to maintenance, it will crack.

This was a protracted battle. Fu Sheng hugged the child and closed his eyes. Although he had no direct contact with patients, there were many sick friends around him.

Mental illness is too complex, and many times it is not even a single one.

There are too many people who are sick in this circle, some symptoms are mild, some are serious, and the slight suffering will pass, and the severe ones will all go through a long period of time, and the suffering of the treatment process can be cured...

No, for some there is not even such a thing as healing at all.

They may have to be accompanied by drugs for the rest of their lives. If they fail to persevere, they may end up like Pei Ruo.

But for Fu Sheng, anyone can have an accident, but Xu Ci can't.

What Ye Qingzhu said to him this morning is still ringing in his ears: "Actually, it is not always the patient who suffers the most, but the people around him, or relatives, or lovers and friends—"

"As much as you love him, you will suffer as much."

Negative emotions are a terrible thing, like a contagious disease, after staying together for a long time, it is easy to be slowly assimilated.

And a person's patience is also limited, maybe you can deal with it calmly at the beginning, comfort and accompany you...

But after a long time, you will gradually feel suffocation, and you will even feel a lot easier to breathe when you leave the patient's range of activities.

Even if you love him, how long can you hold on under such anxiety?

No problem for three months, no problem for a year, what about ten years?For a lifetime?

So desperate.

If the future is destined to let go, then don't hold up a heavy life at the beginning, because if you fall, you will be crushed to death.

Fu Sheng didn't think about this, and he didn't have to think about it.

If he didn't support it, the child would fall directly to the bottom, how could he be willing.

At midnight, it rained heavily outside, and the lightning and thunder continued until the early morning of the next day.

At seven o'clock in the morning, it was still dark outside, and the dark clouds were very close to the ground, which was a bit too depressing.

In the cemetery, in front of a stele engraved with Pei Ruo's name, stood a woman.

"Someone told me two days ago that I seem to have wrinkles." She smiled lightly, "Look, I am old, but you are still so young."

"Did you almost forget me over there?"

She stared at the proud young man in the photo on the stele, touched the ends of her eyes lightly, and said half-jokingly and half-seriously: "Hurry up, otherwise I will be too old with you in the next life, and I'm afraid I will only be a father and daughter."

"You wait for me." The rainstorm fell in response.