what's inside... i love you too

There are too many points, and Wei Xiaofeng doesn't know where to ask.

It is estimated that the head of the fan group did not know where to start, so he posted a sentence: There have been too many changes recently, you should check his Weibo first

Wei Xiaofeng: Good.

Wei Xiaofeng never had Weibo. When he was Bai Chu's personal assistant, he occasionally helped Bai Chu manage Weibo, so he didn't register his own account.

Wei Xiaofeng registered a 126 mailbox before he was imprisoned, but he failed to log in for a long time.Wei Xiaofeng recalled it for a long time, and he remembered the password correctly!He estimated that the mailbox might have been recovered.

He registered another email address and registered Weibo with the new email address, and the first follower was Bai Chu.

Bai Chu's original avatar was the sky he had photographed himself, with a few wispy clouds floating in the blue sky, which looked comfortable and cozy.But his current profile picture is completely black.

Is it because of his departure?Wei Xiaofeng couldn't help thinking.

Wei Xiaofeng retweeted Bai Chu's recent Weibo several times, but they were all plausible, and he couldn't figure out what was wrong with him.

Wei Xiaofeng sent a WeChat message to the head of the fan group, but did not get a response. It is estimated that the high school student is busy with lectures.

Wei Xiaofeng memorized less than ten Weibo posts, but he still didn't see anything.

In fact, Wei Xiaofeng doesn't understand the meaning of reading Weibo.There are a lot of content in the comments, but Wei Xiaofeng just skimmed through the comments and didn't read them carefully.

Grass!No matter, buy vegetables and cook!

Wei Xiaofeng felt that he was so stupid that he had already decided not to bother with him, and he was still worrying about these useless thoughts.

It turned out that it was almost seven o'clock when we left the Internet cafe, the vegetable market was closed, and the prices of vegetables in the supermarket were too expensive, so Wei Xiaofeng only took a bag of dried noodles home.

The next morning, Wei Xiaofeng met Ma Xinran again at the subway exit.

"Uncle, give me your current phone number!" Ma Xinran twisted the strap of her schoolbag and bounced back.

Coincidentally, no one was there at this time, Wei Xiaofeng was smoking a cigarette, exhaled a puff of smoke, and glanced at Ma Xinran, "Why do you want me to call?"

"Just...it's convenient to order finger cakes and baked cold noodles in the morning." Ma Xinran stared down at her toes, using her classmates as a shield, "All my classmates think your baked cold noodles are very delicious."

Wei Xiaofeng threw the cigarette butt on the ground, rolled it with his foot, and quickly said his phone number.

Before Ma Xinran took out her phone, "Wait a minute, I'll make a note."

Ma Xinran remembered Wei Xiaofeng's phone number, put the phone back in his pocket properly, and wanted to chat with Wei Xiaofeng for a while, so he asked innocently, "Uncle, do you sell this to make money?"

"Hurry up and go to school!" Wei Xiaofeng waved at Ma Xinran and pushed him away.

Wei Xiaofeng could tell that this little girl had a good impression of him.What puzzled him was, where did the little girl take a fancy to him?He is old and has no fixed job. He was released from prison half a year ago. Now he is just a small street vendor who is chased by the urban management all over the world. He can't find any good points in his body.

Wei Xiaofeng couldn't see the bright spots on his body, but Ma Xinran could.

Ma Xinran's family is well-off, but the relationship between his parents is not very harmonious, and quarrels are commonplace.Both parents have their own partners outside, and now they are reluctantly tied together for Ma Xinran. Her parents plan to divorce when Ma Xinran goes to college, so Ma Xinran feels quite insecure.

The last time Ma Xinran was in a car accident and was rubbed by Bai Chu, it was Wei Xiaofeng and Bai Chu who took her to the hospital.The little girl is Bai Chu's brainless fan. She worships Bai Chu as a male god and dare not blaspheme easily, but her mind is attracted by Wei Xiaofeng, who is rough on the outside, meticulous and caring on the inside.Especially when we meet again, Wei Xiaofeng's handsome face with unshaven beard, slightly melancholy and dark eyes, and sharp-edged side face when he is serious about making cold noodles, the serious man is the most handsome!

The little girl was moved.

Wei Xiaofeng felt that Ma Xinran was definitely a plaster, sticking to himself every day.

Sometimes they brought three or four female classmates with them, saying they were here to support Wei Xiaofeng.Wei Xiaofeng was really annoyed, four or five little girls gathered together to chatter, and their fighting power was comparable to four or five old men.The key point is not to say a serious word, in case there is a wrong word that makes the little girl cry, Wei Xiaofeng will be even more intoxicated.

Recently, Wei Xiaofeng always felt that someone was following him, but every time he turned around, there was no one there, so he didn't pay much attention to it.

Bai Chu attended the event again.Wei Xiaofeng immediately went to the Internet cafe to search for the video of the event, because it was shot by a fan, and the video was shaking, and it was impossible to see any changes in Bai Chu, whether he lost weight or gained weight.

During the activity, Bai Chu explained the disappearance some time ago, saying that he was not in a good mood and body, so he had been adjusting.He also apologized to the fans in front of the camera, saying that he made them worry.

Looking at Bai Chu in the video, Wei Xiaofeng suddenly felt that he might really be a good actor. He always speaks sincerely in front of the media, and people can't help but believe it.

Trust is like this, once stained, it is difficult to wipe away.

Wei Xiaofeng didn't know how to trust Bai Chu.

He misses his younger brother Mao Er very much.

"Tsk tsk, you have dark circles under your eyes, did someone beat you?" Xiao Yang, a psychiatrist in a white coat, said to Bai Chu who was sitting opposite him.

Bai Chu put the sunglasses on his face again, tapped Xiao Yang's desk twice, "Prescribe me some sleeping pills."

Xiao Yang stared at him for a long time, shook his head, "I don't have any medicine for broken love," then sighed, "Have you started to have nightmares again?"

Bai Chu didn't make a sound, acquiesced.

Xiao Yang stood up and stretched out his hand across the table, ready to take off Bai Chu's sunglasses.

Bai Chu turned his face slightly, avoiding Xiao Yang's claws, "What are you doing?"

"Appreciate the red blood." Xiao Yang grinned.

"Human nature is eaten by you?" Bai Chu glanced at him.

"No, it's time to feed my princess. You know how much my princess eats, and she almost can't afford it." The well-known doctor Xiao Yang cried poorly. The princess is a female golden retriever he recently raised.

Xiao Yang looked at the loveless Bai Chu, and sighed, "Forget it, I won't tease you. What's the matter?"

Bai Chu bit his lip for a while, "My brother left me."

"Why? Didn't you go well a few days ago? Send a WeChat message to show love to my single dog!"

"He's met Qi Mei." Bai Chu's eyes turned red, his fists were clenched tightly, and he gritted his teeth.

"...One day you can find someone to put a sack on Qi Mei and tie it to me to see a doctor. I think this lady is not clear." Xiao Yang had an occupational disease.

"I want to kill her." Bai Chu's expression was grim.

"The tendency to violence has been added, and the condition is more complicated." Xiao Yang shook his head helplessly, "Bai Chu, tell me the truth, have you not mentioned your situation to Wei Xiaofeng in the past few years?"

Bai Chu tilted his head to avoid Xiao Yang's gaze, "What are you talking about?"

Xiao Yang stroked the hair that was less than an inch long on the top of his head, "What did Qi Mei say to Wei Xiaofeng?"

"He showed my brother the video of Wang Meng doing things, the clips." Bai Chu later restored the laptop that Wei Xiaofeng used by himself, and restored the deleted video of Wei Xiaofeng.

Xiao Yang didn't continue the topic just now, and took out a box of medicine from the drawer, "Soothe the nerves, just take one pill before going to bed, don't take too much." He said and handed the medicine to Bai Chu.

Bai Chu got the medicine and got up to leave.

Xiao Yang slowly added later, "My suggestion, tell your brother frankly. It will help your illness and your health."

Bai Chu paused and nodded.

"Come to my house to eat hot pot tonight." Xiao Yang suggested.

Bai Chu didn't turn his head back, waved his hand to Xiao Yang, and walked out.

"Are you agreeing or not?" Xiao Yang looked at the open door and said to himself.

Xiao Yang is Bai Chu's psychiatrist for the past few years.

He is tall and strong, with a strong body, and he looks like he is engaged in sports. It turns out that he is engaged in a profession such as mental health.

In Wei Xiaofeng's second year in prison, Bai Chu couldn't sleep all night, and even when he fell asleep, he woke up in a nightmare.At that time, he had just gained a little popularity, and he had a very full schedule every day, and he had to watch other people's faces all the time.

Sister Hong got used to it after knowing it. Many celebrities will be under a lot of pressure when they first become famous.So, Sister Hong found him a well-known psychologist in the circle to relieve the pressure.

The psychiatrist preliminarily judged that Bai Chu's condition was close to insomnia-type depression, and seeing that he was a little-known celebrity, he dumped him to Xiao Yang.

At that time, Xiao Yang had just graduated from school with a master's degree, and Bai Chu was one of his first patients.

At that time, Bai Chu would spare time every week to wait for Xiao Yang to come to see a doctor.After going back and forth like this, the two got acquainted, and Xiao Yang became Bai Chu's only friend who could tell the truth.

Now the situation is similar to that of the past, Bai Chu can sleep up to two hours a night, his body is exhausted, but his spirit is always tense.

Back then, Xiao Yang suggested that he fantasize about Wei Xiaofeng's wonderful life after he gets out of prison every night before going to bed, but now that Wei Xiaofeng is out of prison, life still has no end.

That night, Bai Chu arrived at Xiao Yang's house at almost seven o'clock.

Xiao Yang was already enjoying the hot pot by himself.

"You came just in time, the mutton slices just came out of the pot." Xiao Yang kicked the pair of slippers that were messy on the ground step by step.

Bai Chu didn't wear the slippers that Xiao Yang kicked over, and walked into the room barefoot.

Xiao Yang had no choice but to pull out a pair of unused slippers from the shoe rack, "Wear these, new ones, no one has ever worn them."

Only then did Bai Chu put on his slippers and walked into the restaurant.

"I've always wondered how your brother has endured you for so many years? Do you know that cleanliness is a disease?" Xiao Yang followed Bai Chu angrily.

"So he doesn't plan to put up with me anymore." Bai Chu lowered his head slightly.

Xiao Yang patted his mouth and said the wrong thing.

Bai Chu sat at the dining table, picked up a few slices of cooked mutton, and said slowly, "Anyway, my illnesses are too numerous to count, and it's okay to have one or two more illnesses." After finishing speaking, he stuffed a piece of mutton into the mouth.

Xiao Yang watched helplessly as Bai Chu put all the cooked mutton slices into his bowl, swallowed, and tapped his empty bowl with chopsticks, "Illness won't stop you from eating mutton!"

Xiao Yang and Bai Chu seldom get along as doctors and patients. Xiao Yang thinks that being careful all the time will make patients uncomfortable.In terms of attitude towards patients, Xiao Yang is very different from other psychiatrists, but because of this difference, Xiao Yang has a good reputation among patients and his reputation is getting bigger and bigger.

Xiao Yang put fat beef into the pot while giving Bai Chu a bad idea, "Why don't you faint like the last time at the airport, I think your face is about the same."

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