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Chapter 111 Part 3 Shen Qiuze
There was a violent wind and rain outside, and a few bolts of lightning tore through the sky from time to time, which looked terrifying.
The hotel suite was quiet. The man on the big bed looked pale. He grabbed the back of the boy in front of him, his chest heaved slightly, and buried his head deeply in the back of the boy's neck.
The boy's voice was a bit awkward and cold: "The windows are closed, and the curtains are drawn, so I'm afraid."
His tone was a little impatient, but his hands stroked the man's back again and again, with very light force, as if he was so awkward that he didn't want the man to find out his comfort.
There was a tenderness in Jie Ao's eyebrows that he didn't know.
Shen Qiuze hugged the boy in front of him tightly, with such strength that he seemed to be able to rub the person in front of him into his own flesh and blood, and also as if he had been swallowed by some kind of Gu, unwilling to wake up.
Suddenly, the boy with a twisted tone remained silent, and his whole body was a little stiff.
He heard the cry of the person in his arms.
The cry seemed to be suppressing his throat, not daring to cry out, and he could only use all his strength to swallow the crazily overwhelming emotion.
The boy hesitated for a long time before touching the black hair of the man who was half kneeling on the bed and choking on him, and said in a slow and clumsy tone: "That rain won't last long."
"The thunder will stop soon, too."
He continued: "Don't cry, I'll stay with you for a while."
The tone of that sentence was not gentle, but it made the man on his shoulder stop trembling.
The hotel suite fell silent, and the man who forced himself to stop trembling could only mumble two words: "Wu Chu..."
"Ah."
"Wu Chu..."
"Ah."
Every time he calls, the boy will take the trouble to respond to him once.
The usually cold-faced, quiet boy seemed to have taken out all his patience at this time, just for the person who was awakened by a nightmare in the middle of the night.
Even in the back, the boy has developed a habit, as long as he hears something in the early morning, his first reaction must be to call Shen Qiuze, telling those who are awakened by the nightmare that he is always there.
Just to reassure him.
"Wu Chu..."
"..."
"Wu Chu?"
The voice of the man who couldn't hear any response began to panic. It was as if he was in the darkness, and the person in his arms suddenly disappeared.
The surroundings suddenly became silent, the boy who would always respond to him suddenly seemed to have lost his breath, the noisy rain outside the window also became farther and farther away, and the dead silence followed the darkness like a tide coming.
All the scenes gradually became darker and dimmed, and finally crazily overlapped and rotated into countless dazzling bright spots, dissipating in the darkness.
No squalls, no hotel suites, no Wu Chu.
In the dark bedroom of a certain manor, the man on the bed suddenly woke up. His face was pale, his forehead was covered with cold sweat, and his chest heaved violently, like a dying fish, gasping and staring numbly at the void.
After a long while, Shen Qiuze, who was sitting on the head of the bed, got up. He didn't turn on the light, but touched a few bottles of medicine in the darkness with his bare feet, poured a few of them roughly into the palm of his hand, and swallowed them suddenly with a glass of wine on the table. go down.
He looked very calm when he was doing everything, as if he had already done these things hundreds of times.
His mind was dizzy and swollen, and the bitter taste of the pills filled his throat, but Shen Qiuze didn't care at all. He half-tilted his head and closed his eyes, and his bloodless thin lips silently opened and closed a few times, and the vague mouth shape could be vaguely recognized .
He is calling his Wu Chu.
But now even if he died in this bedroom, the Wu Chu who would wake up sleepily whenever he heard a sound, would never appear again.
Even in a dream.
In the darkness, Shen Qiuze leaned on the sofa without moving, until the dawn made a little light appear in the sky.
The gray light of dawn outside the window seeps in through the cracks of the unclosed curtains, and with the cool morning breeze, the heavy curtains are floating.
The man who was leaning on the sofa couldn't see at all, his eyes were as calm as a lake without any waves in winter, and his whole body was like a corpse.
Not long after, the door of the bedroom was knocked lightly. After knocking three times, the door was pushed open by the butler. The first thing the butler did after entering the bedroom was to turn on every light in the bedroom.
After the lights were turned on in the dark bedroom, the man leaning on the sofa reacted a little. He seemed to finally see something, his eyelashes fluttered a few times, and his pupils also moved slightly.
The housekeeper bowed slightly, and said softly to the man in the bedroom: "Sir, today is your review day."
The housekeeper was a little nervous, after all, Shen Qiuze never liked this review.
After coming out of the emergency room that year, Shen Qiuze's brain suffered severe intracranial injuries due to two violent impacts, which compressed the optic nerve and caused pseudo-blindness.
After so many years now, it is still necessary to review on time.
There was no movement in the bedroom, and a low-pitched response came after a long time,
Only then did the housekeeper heave a sigh of relief, and when he quietly exited the bedroom door, he realized belatedly that over the years, although Shen Qiuze hated going to the hospital for reexamination, he never missed a single time.
It was as if he was stubbornly guarding something.
Thinking of this, the housekeeper paused outside the door and looked up at the corridor covered with red carpet.
If he remembered correctly, this bedroom was actually the bedroom where the black-haired boy was imprisoned back then.
He still clearly remembers that snowy night in the middle of the night, with the sound of helicopter propellers in the sky, constantly oscillating the surrounding airflow, and the black-haired boy leaning back against the railing, looking at them with indifferent eyes.
That night was the most chaotic night in the manor for a long time, because their backbone was lying on a stretcher with blood on his face, murmuring the Chinese name of the black-haired boy unconsciously.
Wu Chu.
This name is the name of the Hua country that the housekeeper remembers most clearly except for Shen Yu.
The taboo of the whole manor is not Shen Yu, but the black-haired boy.
Thinking of this, the housekeeper sighed, seven years have passed, and he has never seen anyone else by Shen Qiuze's side.
Even if some people deliberately found people somewhat similar to the boy surnamed Wu through certain channels and sent them to Shen Qiuze, the housekeeper never saw those people again.
"Have you become a little sensitive to light recently?"
"..."
The man on the sofa looked a lot thinner, with cold eyes and tired eyes, he quietly looked at the dust floating under the beam of light through the window, and after a long time he said hoarsely: "Yes."
"Any photophobia?"
"..."
"Have."
"The initial judgment here is that your recovery is not very good, and you may need to do a few more checks later..."
The doctor, who was writing the list with his head down, was interrupted by the man in a hoarse voice before he finished speaking, "What is the chance of recurrence?"
The doctor's pen stopped, and he carefully considered: "It's not easy to judge at present..."
Speaking of this, he cautiously said to the front of him: "If you maintain a good life routine and a good mentality, the chance of recurrence can be reduced..."
Shen Qiuze watched the dust under the optical fibers quiet down, and after a while, he slowly and softly said: "Okay."
The garden of roses he planted for Wu Chu hasn't bloomed yet.
At least not yet.
Seeing the appearance of the man in front of him, the doctor hesitated for a while, and finally said: "You can also adjust your diet a little..."
"Especially red meat with protein and lipids, I suggest you..."
Shen Qiuze didn't speak, but looked at the string of Buddhist beads on his wrist with a calm expression.
The doctor in front of him was really right. The long-term vegetarian diet and poor lifestyle were already wearing down his body.
Everyone who followed Shen Qiuze knew that after the turmoil that year, he fell seriously ill and has been a vegetarian until now.
Not only does he not eat meat and meat, he does not kill animals, he even donates incense to a temple in Huaguo S city on time every year, begging God for mercy like a most devout believer.
No one knew, what he wanted was Wu Chu's safety.
What I want is for Wu Chu to live a hundred years.
The doctor in front of him was still chattering away, while the man on the sofa looked a little tired, quietly watching the ups and downs in the air without speaking.
He knew that his mental state was getting worse and worse, and he almost had to rely on sleeping pills to fall asleep every night, which had become more and more serious in the past few years.
Every year, many people would send him some boys, all of whom were very similar to Wu Chu without exception, but those boys were all sent back without exception.
Shen Qiuze knew that as long as he accepted those people as before, he would be able to numb himself for a while, even if it would be another torture after waking up, at least he could still quench his thirst with a cup of dove.
But he couldn't.
No matter how similar the person in front of him was to Wu Chu, he didn't want it.
The man with cold eyes half closed his eyes, a string of thin Buddhist beads was hung on his slender wrist, and his other hand was propping his forehead.
This appearance is enough to attract those fledgling boys and make them fall, just like the blond young master Shen Qiuze met before.
The young master was used to being arrogant at home, with unruly eyes, he was extremely favored at home but sneaked out, and was framed by his friends around him like a stupefied young man, and was thrown in the wine bureau.
Shen Qiuze happened to be discussing business at the wine bureau here that day, and seeing that the lover in front of him looked somewhat similar to Wu Chu, he ordered his men to fish out the young master before leaving.
Unexpectedly, the young master would cling to him from then on.
Warm, sincere, and even slightly awkward like Wu Chu.
Very similar.
But Shen Qiuze never gave the young master a chance, he was almost so indifferent in front of the young master that he restrained himself.
Even though the young master, who was always arrogant and used to it, cried out of breath in front of him, and said with red eyes that he was willing to be the substitute of that Hua country boy, Shen Qiuze did not agree.
He just handed the young master a handkerchief, and said in a low voice, "Don't do this kind of thing."
Don't do this kind of thing.
The feelings of youth come too sincerely and quickly, like a wave blown up by the wind, as long as the wind blows, they can rush towards the beloved one overwhelmingly.
No one can control this wave, and no one can predict the consequences of this wave.
Just like Shen Qiuze back then.
If someone could tell him back then, don't do this kind of thing, you should tell your lover everything completely.
Just like in that dilapidated old community back then, he grabbed Wu Chu's hand and told everything about the Shen family tremblingly.
Will it not be abandoned in the end?
Is he the one who got together with Wu Chu in the end?
No one knows what the answer to that question is.
There is also no chance of knowing what the answer to this question is.
Just like when he and Wu Chu didn't break up, the last phone call was when he stood at the door of the flower shop, casually glanced at the roses outside the flower shop, and remembered that he didn't seem to have bought flowers for Wu Chu.
But this kind of thought was too light and insignificant at that time, and was quickly overwhelmed by other emotions at that time, like a speck of dust that fell silently
Shen Qiuze never imagined that from then on, this speck of dust would torture people like sand and gravel.
Later, he planted a large garden of roses in the manor.
Afterwards, he could only guard his garden of roses, watching the faint light in the sky disappear, but he could no longer give away his roses.
End of full text
The hotel suite was quiet. The man on the big bed looked pale. He grabbed the back of the boy in front of him, his chest heaved slightly, and buried his head deeply in the back of the boy's neck.
The boy's voice was a bit awkward and cold: "The windows are closed, and the curtains are drawn, so I'm afraid."
His tone was a little impatient, but his hands stroked the man's back again and again, with very light force, as if he was so awkward that he didn't want the man to find out his comfort.
There was a tenderness in Jie Ao's eyebrows that he didn't know.
Shen Qiuze hugged the boy in front of him tightly, with such strength that he seemed to be able to rub the person in front of him into his own flesh and blood, and also as if he had been swallowed by some kind of Gu, unwilling to wake up.
Suddenly, the boy with a twisted tone remained silent, and his whole body was a little stiff.
He heard the cry of the person in his arms.
The cry seemed to be suppressing his throat, not daring to cry out, and he could only use all his strength to swallow the crazily overwhelming emotion.
The boy hesitated for a long time before touching the black hair of the man who was half kneeling on the bed and choking on him, and said in a slow and clumsy tone: "That rain won't last long."
"The thunder will stop soon, too."
He continued: "Don't cry, I'll stay with you for a while."
The tone of that sentence was not gentle, but it made the man on his shoulder stop trembling.
The hotel suite fell silent, and the man who forced himself to stop trembling could only mumble two words: "Wu Chu..."
"Ah."
"Wu Chu..."
"Ah."
Every time he calls, the boy will take the trouble to respond to him once.
The usually cold-faced, quiet boy seemed to have taken out all his patience at this time, just for the person who was awakened by a nightmare in the middle of the night.
Even in the back, the boy has developed a habit, as long as he hears something in the early morning, his first reaction must be to call Shen Qiuze, telling those who are awakened by the nightmare that he is always there.
Just to reassure him.
"Wu Chu..."
"..."
"Wu Chu?"
The voice of the man who couldn't hear any response began to panic. It was as if he was in the darkness, and the person in his arms suddenly disappeared.
The surroundings suddenly became silent, the boy who would always respond to him suddenly seemed to have lost his breath, the noisy rain outside the window also became farther and farther away, and the dead silence followed the darkness like a tide coming.
All the scenes gradually became darker and dimmed, and finally crazily overlapped and rotated into countless dazzling bright spots, dissipating in the darkness.
No squalls, no hotel suites, no Wu Chu.
In the dark bedroom of a certain manor, the man on the bed suddenly woke up. His face was pale, his forehead was covered with cold sweat, and his chest heaved violently, like a dying fish, gasping and staring numbly at the void.
After a long while, Shen Qiuze, who was sitting on the head of the bed, got up. He didn't turn on the light, but touched a few bottles of medicine in the darkness with his bare feet, poured a few of them roughly into the palm of his hand, and swallowed them suddenly with a glass of wine on the table. go down.
He looked very calm when he was doing everything, as if he had already done these things hundreds of times.
His mind was dizzy and swollen, and the bitter taste of the pills filled his throat, but Shen Qiuze didn't care at all. He half-tilted his head and closed his eyes, and his bloodless thin lips silently opened and closed a few times, and the vague mouth shape could be vaguely recognized .
He is calling his Wu Chu.
But now even if he died in this bedroom, the Wu Chu who would wake up sleepily whenever he heard a sound, would never appear again.
Even in a dream.
In the darkness, Shen Qiuze leaned on the sofa without moving, until the dawn made a little light appear in the sky.
The gray light of dawn outside the window seeps in through the cracks of the unclosed curtains, and with the cool morning breeze, the heavy curtains are floating.
The man who was leaning on the sofa couldn't see at all, his eyes were as calm as a lake without any waves in winter, and his whole body was like a corpse.
Not long after, the door of the bedroom was knocked lightly. After knocking three times, the door was pushed open by the butler. The first thing the butler did after entering the bedroom was to turn on every light in the bedroom.
After the lights were turned on in the dark bedroom, the man leaning on the sofa reacted a little. He seemed to finally see something, his eyelashes fluttered a few times, and his pupils also moved slightly.
The housekeeper bowed slightly, and said softly to the man in the bedroom: "Sir, today is your review day."
The housekeeper was a little nervous, after all, Shen Qiuze never liked this review.
After coming out of the emergency room that year, Shen Qiuze's brain suffered severe intracranial injuries due to two violent impacts, which compressed the optic nerve and caused pseudo-blindness.
After so many years now, it is still necessary to review on time.
There was no movement in the bedroom, and a low-pitched response came after a long time,
Only then did the housekeeper heave a sigh of relief, and when he quietly exited the bedroom door, he realized belatedly that over the years, although Shen Qiuze hated going to the hospital for reexamination, he never missed a single time.
It was as if he was stubbornly guarding something.
Thinking of this, the housekeeper paused outside the door and looked up at the corridor covered with red carpet.
If he remembered correctly, this bedroom was actually the bedroom where the black-haired boy was imprisoned back then.
He still clearly remembers that snowy night in the middle of the night, with the sound of helicopter propellers in the sky, constantly oscillating the surrounding airflow, and the black-haired boy leaning back against the railing, looking at them with indifferent eyes.
That night was the most chaotic night in the manor for a long time, because their backbone was lying on a stretcher with blood on his face, murmuring the Chinese name of the black-haired boy unconsciously.
Wu Chu.
This name is the name of the Hua country that the housekeeper remembers most clearly except for Shen Yu.
The taboo of the whole manor is not Shen Yu, but the black-haired boy.
Thinking of this, the housekeeper sighed, seven years have passed, and he has never seen anyone else by Shen Qiuze's side.
Even if some people deliberately found people somewhat similar to the boy surnamed Wu through certain channels and sent them to Shen Qiuze, the housekeeper never saw those people again.
"Have you become a little sensitive to light recently?"
"..."
The man on the sofa looked a lot thinner, with cold eyes and tired eyes, he quietly looked at the dust floating under the beam of light through the window, and after a long time he said hoarsely: "Yes."
"Any photophobia?"
"..."
"Have."
"The initial judgment here is that your recovery is not very good, and you may need to do a few more checks later..."
The doctor, who was writing the list with his head down, was interrupted by the man in a hoarse voice before he finished speaking, "What is the chance of recurrence?"
The doctor's pen stopped, and he carefully considered: "It's not easy to judge at present..."
Speaking of this, he cautiously said to the front of him: "If you maintain a good life routine and a good mentality, the chance of recurrence can be reduced..."
Shen Qiuze watched the dust under the optical fibers quiet down, and after a while, he slowly and softly said: "Okay."
The garden of roses he planted for Wu Chu hasn't bloomed yet.
At least not yet.
Seeing the appearance of the man in front of him, the doctor hesitated for a while, and finally said: "You can also adjust your diet a little..."
"Especially red meat with protein and lipids, I suggest you..."
Shen Qiuze didn't speak, but looked at the string of Buddhist beads on his wrist with a calm expression.
The doctor in front of him was really right. The long-term vegetarian diet and poor lifestyle were already wearing down his body.
Everyone who followed Shen Qiuze knew that after the turmoil that year, he fell seriously ill and has been a vegetarian until now.
Not only does he not eat meat and meat, he does not kill animals, he even donates incense to a temple in Huaguo S city on time every year, begging God for mercy like a most devout believer.
No one knew, what he wanted was Wu Chu's safety.
What I want is for Wu Chu to live a hundred years.
The doctor in front of him was still chattering away, while the man on the sofa looked a little tired, quietly watching the ups and downs in the air without speaking.
He knew that his mental state was getting worse and worse, and he almost had to rely on sleeping pills to fall asleep every night, which had become more and more serious in the past few years.
Every year, many people would send him some boys, all of whom were very similar to Wu Chu without exception, but those boys were all sent back without exception.
Shen Qiuze knew that as long as he accepted those people as before, he would be able to numb himself for a while, even if it would be another torture after waking up, at least he could still quench his thirst with a cup of dove.
But he couldn't.
No matter how similar the person in front of him was to Wu Chu, he didn't want it.
The man with cold eyes half closed his eyes, a string of thin Buddhist beads was hung on his slender wrist, and his other hand was propping his forehead.
This appearance is enough to attract those fledgling boys and make them fall, just like the blond young master Shen Qiuze met before.
The young master was used to being arrogant at home, with unruly eyes, he was extremely favored at home but sneaked out, and was framed by his friends around him like a stupefied young man, and was thrown in the wine bureau.
Shen Qiuze happened to be discussing business at the wine bureau here that day, and seeing that the lover in front of him looked somewhat similar to Wu Chu, he ordered his men to fish out the young master before leaving.
Unexpectedly, the young master would cling to him from then on.
Warm, sincere, and even slightly awkward like Wu Chu.
Very similar.
But Shen Qiuze never gave the young master a chance, he was almost so indifferent in front of the young master that he restrained himself.
Even though the young master, who was always arrogant and used to it, cried out of breath in front of him, and said with red eyes that he was willing to be the substitute of that Hua country boy, Shen Qiuze did not agree.
He just handed the young master a handkerchief, and said in a low voice, "Don't do this kind of thing."
Don't do this kind of thing.
The feelings of youth come too sincerely and quickly, like a wave blown up by the wind, as long as the wind blows, they can rush towards the beloved one overwhelmingly.
No one can control this wave, and no one can predict the consequences of this wave.
Just like Shen Qiuze back then.
If someone could tell him back then, don't do this kind of thing, you should tell your lover everything completely.
Just like in that dilapidated old community back then, he grabbed Wu Chu's hand and told everything about the Shen family tremblingly.
Will it not be abandoned in the end?
Is he the one who got together with Wu Chu in the end?
No one knows what the answer to that question is.
There is also no chance of knowing what the answer to this question is.
Just like when he and Wu Chu didn't break up, the last phone call was when he stood at the door of the flower shop, casually glanced at the roses outside the flower shop, and remembered that he didn't seem to have bought flowers for Wu Chu.
But this kind of thought was too light and insignificant at that time, and was quickly overwhelmed by other emotions at that time, like a speck of dust that fell silently
Shen Qiuze never imagined that from then on, this speck of dust would torture people like sand and gravel.
Later, he planted a large garden of roses in the manor.
Afterwards, he could only guard his garden of roses, watching the faint light in the sky disappear, but he could no longer give away his roses.
End of full text
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