Xiaobaihua is not pretending anymore!

Song Zui wrote each stroke very carefully, and suddenly smelled the restrained water to make fragrance, he turned his head and saw He Shan Pavilion behind him.

He didn't know when the other party came, and he didn't know if he saw the words on the paper, but he quickly closed the book with a calm face: "Aren't you watching TV downstairs?"

"Suddenly sleepy."

He Shanting put the milk in his hand on his table, his eyes remained on the notebook for a while, and he went to bed.

Song Zui was relieved when he saw that the other party didn't ask any more questions, he probably didn't see it, he turned off the light in the room and turned on the desk lamp, reading literature under the warm yellow light.

It took him a long time to realize that He Shanting didn't like to sit in the living room and watch TV, but wanted to stay with himself who was reading in the living room, like an independent and clingy big cat.

Song Zui had been reading for some time, and when he turned around, he saw that the man had already closed his eyes, his long eyelashes hanging down on his pale skin, and the fleeting golden color was outlined by the light.

No wonder He Shanting felt familiar when he first saw him in the bar. The 16-year-old and the 19-year-old fell in love with the same person, the person who would fall in love with him at any time.

The teenager put down the book and walked over to poke the other person's face, and asked in a low voice, "Do you remember me?"

He thought he probably didn't remember.

If he remembered, he would definitely not be allowed to live in He's house, and would only call him a little white-eyed wolf when they met. He felt lost and heaved a sigh of relief.

The little white-eyed wolf carefully hid the jade pendant under his clothes, got into the warm quilt, closed his eyes and fell asleep, not realizing when the other party opened his eyes and walked to the desk and sat down.

In the dream he dreamed of being in the southwest, his eyes were covered with cold silk and he couldn't see anything, but he still climbed to the empty roof.

Probably because human beings are contradictory carbon-based creatures. On the one hand, they are afraid of heights and on the other hand, they can't help but want to jump off. He wondered how Lao Deng felt at that time.

Before he could figure out the answer, he was carried off the dangerous roof.

At that time, he was a nasty little ghost, and he was not happy when He Shanting gently hugged him down, so he threw the oil paint all over the studio.

Until the other party asked helplessly: "Is it okay to draw you?"

He was awkward and didn't refuse.

He wasn't sure if He Shanting had actually painted him, because he hadn't seen that painting from the beginning to the end, and he might be coaxing a bad-tempered little blind man.

After waking up, Song Zui recalled his dream, he searched around the house calmly, but found no other painting, only saw the last painting, it was really a trick to coax the little blind man, he was being kind enough not to scold him.

He stroked his curly black hair and went out without breakfast. He Shanting took a sip of his latte and asked, "Do you have class in the morning?"

Song Zui paused and nodded quickly, closed the door and walked towards the hospital on Fenghuang Road instead of the school.

He doubted Chen Ming's words and wanted to ask about his condition again, because he didn't believe that He Shanting would hurt people. In the past, He Shanting was obviously a gentle person, and he didn't get angry when he was hated by others.

Hearing his words, Dr. Chen's tone was vague: "Even if the symptoms of the same patient are different at different stages, it is understandable to take appropriate control measures for the patient. Research in the past was not instructive."

Song Zui heard Dr. Chen's subtext, that He Shanting had indeed exhibited aggressive behavior, and his heart suddenly sank.

"Is that caused by the day after tomorrow?"

Not only was the main family of the He family born in the center of power, but the family had produced countless artists. He Shanting's uncle was a famous painter. Such a big family always had a lot of topics, but there were no rumors of genetic diseases.

Song Zui didn't know who He Shanting's biological father was, but He Shanting's mother was undoubtedly so rational that she locked her young son in a quiet basement to cover up He Shanting's illness.

Even if he didn't like this son, he still left He's shares to He Shanting, and only distributed the assets of the Xu family's well-off life, avoiding the struggle for power separation after death.

He didn't think such a person would give birth to a child with a genetic disease, but Dr. Chen denied the acquired claim.

"The onset is still related to genetics. The most common genetic factor of schizophrenia accounts for [-]%. Among the single-gene genetic diseases, autosomal recessive genetic diseases are the most common. Both parents are not patients but carry the disease-treating gene."

Song Zui frowned listening to Dr. Chen's words. If he hadn't learned about the treatment of mental illness before, he would definitely have been confused by the words mixed with medical vocabulary.

I don't know if it was his illusion, but Dr. Chen never answered his questions directly. He knew that the doctor was more professional than himself and did not question it hastily. After all, there are no absolute cases.

Dr. Chen saw his worry and comforted him: "You don't need to be stressed, I don't care about that one anymore."

But he cares.

He cares about whether Ating can live as he pleases, he cares about whether Ating can live a long life, although he complained that some people are more picky than the princess, but he hopes that the other party really lives like a princess.

After Song Zui said goodbye to Dr. Chen and arrived at the school, he didn't go to the fluid mechanics class, but made a phone call: "If the teacher calls the name, please help me take a leave of absence."

"There's no need to be so troublesome." Wu Zhen's enthusiastic voice came from the phone, "I'll answer the roll call for you directly."

Song Zui said thank you.

Wu Zhen at the other end couldn't help asking curiously: "Song Daxueba, where are you going to skip class?"

"Anechoic chamber."

Shanghai University has the only anechoic room in Shanghai, which is comparable to the Orfield Laboratory in terms of quietness. There are many people from all over the country who visit it, and they can only go there during class hours on weekdays.

After speaking, Song Zui walked to the door of the anechoic room, and hung up the phone at the request of the staff, only to hear why Wu Zhen didn't have time to finish asking.

He put his bag and mobile phone in the locker. When the staff called him, he didn't go in immediately. He lowered his eyes and squeezed his hands before walking into the anechoic room.

The anechoic chamber is built of three-foot-thick fiberglass material, with double-layer insulation walls on the outside to isolate the outside sound, and even a two-foot-thick concrete layer, which can almost eliminate all sound from the outside.

He stepped on the elastic cushion of the anechoic room and looked at the protruding sound insulation layer inside, as if he was in a three-dimensional maze without any external sound around him.

But that doesn't mean absolute silence.

The usually small voice was exceptionally clear, he could hear his own blood slowly flowing through his veins, and for a moment he thought he was dying slowly.

This is probably the world in Ating's ears. No matter how quiet it is, there will always be a sound that cannot be ignored. Because of this, his brain seems to be buzzing, as if there is a continuous current passing through.

The highest record in Orfield's laboratory is 45 minutes. No one can stay for more than 45 minutes in an absolutely quiet environment. Song Zui can't stand it after only staying for half an hour.

But A Ting wants to live forever.

Song Zui returned home from the anechoic room and replaced the glass with sound-proof double-glazed glass to isolate possible noise from the roadside. Loud electrical appliances were sold to scrap yards, but he did not deliberately maintain absolute silence.

He bought a phonograph in the second-hand market, sterilized it, played soothing music at a very low volume, and used it to cover too small sounds.

Song Zui looked at the broken windows on the ground, and simply cleaned the house up and down, Song Tiantian followed him stepping on the water.

When He Shanting got out of the car and opened the door, what he saw was a brand new home, the voice in his ears seemed to be quiet.

The boy with his sleeves rolled up embraced Song Tiantian and slept on the sofa. He didn't have the heart to wake up the boy, so he took Song Tiantian aside, carried Song Zui up the stairs.

Song Zui suddenly woke up from his sleep, instead of going to sleep, he took the medicine to get a glass of warm water, handed the water to the other party's hand and asked carefully.

"Is it hot?"

He Shanting said helplessly to the young man who saw himself as extremely fragile and needed to be taken care of: "I am not some fragile glass."

The short boy raised his head and blew on the cup in the opponent's hand. It shouldn't be too hot now, so he passed the medicine pills in his hand.

"It's impossible to say."

After the words fell, the other party directly lowered his head and licked the medicine in his hand, and the tip of his tongue touched his sensitive palm, and his left hand couldn't help but feel numb.

The man wrapped his arms around his waist and pressed against him tightly, and a fiery kiss fell on his neck from behind. He barely stood still by holding on to the wooden railing.

Unexpectedly, He Shanting pushed him forcefully, because he was almost stuck in it and he almost couldn't stand still. A bewitching voice came from behind: "Is the glass so hard?"