I exchanged true love for 1000 billion

Last night, about what Gu Fengyao said, Zhang Lin thought over and over again. Until today, with two dark circles under his eyes, he saw the frail young man in the blue and white hospital gown being carefully sent to the psychological counseling room by the boss. The door panel blocks out all sound.

Outside the door, there was silence.

Gu Fengyao and Cheng Yan looked at each other, and each other's brows were tightened. Both sides saw hostility in each other's eyes. They were bound to win Gu Qianhuan.

The turbulent confrontation of the dark tide is hidden under the water, and there is no gunpowder.

Time passed by every minute and every second, Zhang Lin shrank back, praying in his heart, the sky is full of gods and Buddhas, please save him!

Not long after, Gu Qianhuan came out of the room, holding the medical certificate in his hand, and the two rushed forward: "Qianhuan/Huanhuan, how are you doing?"

Gu Qianhuan didn't speak, his eyes stayed on Gu Fengyao for a brief moment, just for a moment, Gu Fengyao tried to suppress the joy in his heart, he was afraid of frightening the young man, so his eyes fixed on the white paper.

Gu Qianhuan rolled her eyes and said bluntly, "I seem... really sick?"

——Moderate depression, patients have multiple suicides, auditory hallucinations, etc., accompanied by neurasthenia, psychogenic depression, depressive neurosis, hidden depression, need to be suppressed by drugs, such as flupentixol Trixin Tablets, Doxepin Hydrochloride Tablets...

Gu Qianhuan looked at the bottles of medicine on the table, held them with his palms and shook them, the clacking sound continued, and suddenly fell silent the next moment.

He leaned out, and the smooth tabletop reflected a blurry shadow, which was broken.

Is this him?

Gu Qianhuan stayed in the hospital until the wound on his wrist healed, but the matter of depression required long-term uninterrupted treatment. He took medicine regularly, and Cheng Yan left the gallery to take care of him. During this time, Gu Qianhuan was very good , so well-behaved that it is incredible.

Only he himself knows what kind of crazy thing he is planning.

Gu Qianhuan clenched the phone tightly, connected the Bluetooth headset, and turned on the phone. A piece of audio sounded in the cochlea, not coherent, and the sound sounded intermittently——

During this period of time, things about him, no matter how big or small, were reported to another strange number. It was a strange voice. After listening to it repeatedly, he confirmed from his speaking habits that it was really him.

why?Why has to be this way?Gu Qianhuan didn't know, he thought about it for so long that his head started to hurt.

Cheng Yan went upstairs with his meal, and he was also watching him, his brows were slightly tightened. After a life-and-death catastrophe, the young man became calm, and sometimes his dark eyes opened, and his expression became penetrating. .

That gaze caused him pain, and he even felt that Qian Huan was no longer in front of him, but an empty shell.

He turned on the wall-mounted TV, trying to make the house more lively: Huanhuan, it's time to eat. "

When it was time for the news to be broadcast, Gu Qianhuan straightened up suddenly, staring at the screen. Cheng Yan glanced at the TV. He thought that Gu Qianhuan suddenly had an idea, but because of the habit he developed abroad, Ignoring the scrolling subtitles below, Gu Qianhuan could see clearly: Mingzhu Building has closed the case today.

It's over, it's not over yet.

He obediently took the medicine and the meal. Seeing the man leave, Little Lihua jumped onto the bed from the cat's nest. It had a warm and furry body. After being stroked a few times by the owner, the kitten curled up in his arms and purred. grunt.

The half-opened curtain allows you to see the scenery outside the window. The leaves of the ginkgo tree suddenly turn yellow overnight, like the gold of one tree after another, a golden piece, vulgar and brilliant.

He stood by the window, through the transparent glass window, he had the urge to jump down.

It's not normal.

He still has normal thinking, but he can't control it, he's sick.

The phone placed on the table vibrated, and Gu Qianhuan clicked on the mailbox, browsed through it at a glance, and then read it again, as if she couldn't remember anything.

Uncomfortable, stomach full of pills.

He was thinking about writing a reply, but his eyes were looking out of the window. Two chirping little gray-tailed sparrows, his face was pressed against the window, and the little pear flower was shaped like the master, looking out the window at the little gray dot.

Slender fingertips drew a smiling face on the window, Gu Qianhuan lowered her eyes, clicked send, and a short e-mail was sent.

[I'm in a little pain. ] In fact, he has long been used to this kind of pain, even like drinking water and eating, he just wants to use this to promote a small goal.

Hope he can see it.

He slightly raised the corners of his lips, with a stiff expression a little jerky.

Before Cheng Yan left, he was tidying up the bowls and chopsticks, when he suddenly heard the young man's almost whispering voice: "In Wucheng at this time, the plum rain has already finished, right?"

Cheng Yan's heart skipped a beat: "Qian Huan, why did you say this suddenly?"

Gu Qianhuan laughed: "You forgot, the teacher's hometown is Wucheng. He told me before that he hoped to return to his hometown after death. Cheng Yan, shall I give the teacher a ride?"

Cheng Yan felt more and more uneasy, he shook his head, and vetoed: "No, you are not in good health now, how can you travel long distances, I have restrained Mr. Zheng's... bones, I will send him back to his hometown."

Gu Qianhuan lowered her eyes: "I still want to go to Wucheng, but unfortunately I can't. Cheng Yan, if you go, remember to send me a photo."

It was just an ordinary conversation in everyday life. At that time, Cheng Yan didn't know about it. Later, he discovered that he had already started it so long ago.

He went downstairs with the empty pill bottle in his hand, looked at it, and threw it in the trash.

Qin family

Qin Xixi was dumbfounded, her eyes fell on someone, she couldn't figure out that there was such a person!He regretted telling him the news, it was like recruiting a wolf with a big tail to his home, he opened his mouth and let out a hoarse cry: "That's my—" mailbox!

Hearing this, Gu Fengyao just stared at him coldly: "Your? I'm expropriating it now."

No one knew how anxious he was, for a whole half a month, he didn't see the young man again, only Cheng Yan who kept coming in and out of his house, he was so sad and sad, he was going crazy.

Until Qin Xixi told him that he had received Huanhuan's electronic envelope.

He didn't have any contact information of Gu Qianhuan, and it was impossible for him to break into a private house and break into his house. However, he saw it, saw that e-mail, and his Huanhuan was in pain.

Those words were like a blunt knife cutting his flesh. Gu Fengyao tensed his nerves, and his fingertips and eyes slashed across the screen inch by inch with nostalgia.

The next day, he received another letter:

[I want to go out and see the world, mountains and rivers, everything is good. ]

Until the seventh letter, he finally couldn't help but reply: [Huanhuan, I'll take you there. ]

After posting, Gu Fengyao stared at the screen, bursts of bitter regret welling up in his heart. He regretted it, but let him watch Huanhuan sink. Those letters seemed to him to be Gu Qianhuan's distress signal. He must be bad, he is suffering more and more.

If he doesn't answer, he will kill Huanhuan himself.

He can't.

In the room, the heavy curtains blocked the sunlight, Gu Qianhuan pressed the open poetry collection, a smile curled up on the corner of her lips, like ripples in a lake.

The fish is hooked.

Gu Qianhuan's eyes were clean, without a trace of love, her face was cold and indifferent, but the words typed by her hand were full of pain, and every word hit the man's pain point.Since he regretted it and wanted to get it back, give him a little hope.

I hope that as a tool man, he can do his job conscientiously.

Since then, his bureau has finally been laid out.

A crazy, daring escape plan.

He is going to Fog City, the place where he has escaped countless times in his dreams, and now, he is going to find the truth.

The author has something to say: sleepy, good night everyone~

The new dungeon is open, congratulations to Gu Gou, the tool man belongs to you!

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Double update, I really don’t seem to be good at it QAQ

I even want to cut off TVT