You, teach me how to do things?

Shang Chuan sat with him in the hospital, waiting for the psychiatrist to arrive.

He used some privileges and asked a friend he knew before to help.

My friend is so face-saving that the doctor has already slept under the quilt. After hearing the call, he hurriedly put on his clothes and ran to the hospital.

But wait a little while.

They sat on the silver-gray chairs arranged regularly in the white corridor of the hospital. Xia Yuanling was sleepy after filming the scene all day, and leaned on his shoulder with his arm hugging Shang Chuan.

Like a koala hugging its own eucalyptus.

The hospital at night is not peaceful, and the emergency department can always hear tragedies and comedies in the world.

Street gangsters fight and cause bloodshed, elderly mothers give birth to children with abnormal fetal position, senior high school students fainted after studying hard and sent them to inhale oxygen...

Facing all this, Xia Yuanling slept soundly.

Shang Chuan, who was tired all night, couldn't close his eyes at all, not to mention his deep thoughts, habitually chewing on these dramas staged one after another.

Love and hate, life and death.

He couldn't help but think of extracurricular books that must be read in junior high school Chinese textbooks. In "Jane Eyre", that sentence of Jane Eyre is always boldly marked in bold in the textbook.

"We are equal, we all passed through the grave and stood before God equal."

The hospital painted white all over is like a white paradise, where all the fame and wealth are invisible.

In the face of death, everyone is stripped naked, leaving only naked fear.

The psychiatrist finally arrived, and Shang Chuanhuang woke up Xia Yuanling who was asleep, and asked the doctor to examine him.

Xia Yuanling was completely unable to cooperate with the doctor's examination at the beginning. In his eyes, the doctor is now a monster covered with cracked bark. He wanted to run away with Shang Chuan as soon as he saw it.

But fortunately, the doctor was very professional and stabilized Xia Yuanling's emotions step by step.He didn't dare to ask Xia Yuanling first, but asked about Shang Chuan Xia Yuanling's identity and situation.

"It's really easy for an actor to fall into the situation of getting too deep into the play. What role is he playing this time?"

Shang Chuan is seriously explaining Xia Yuanling's experience: "A painter named Shu Yan, who may be relatively small, I don't know if you have heard of it."

Unexpectedly, upon hearing Shu Yan's name, Xia Yuanling's emotions immediately collapsed.

Tears rolled down his face, as if the words were too heavy for him this time.

Why is the love between Shu Yan and Nightingale an illusion?

They obviously had such an unforgettable love.

Why did Shu Yan work so hard, but fate still refused to give up playing tricks on him?

Could it be that his own monk, Shangchuan, will eventually become an illusion.

He can't get out, he seems to have completely become Shu Yan's community of destiny, thinking what he thinks, loving what he loves, and hating what he hates.

The doctor took out two pieces of paper and handed them to Xia Yuanling. He wanted to get a general idea of ​​the situation first.

"In this way, the family members go out first, and I will chat with him."

Shang Chuan nodded, and pulled out his hand to leave.

Unexpectedly, Xia Yuanling hugged Shang Chuan's arm tightly and refused to relax a step.

His face was full of tears, like a dog afraid of being abandoned by its owner, wagging its tail and begging Shang Chuan not to leave.

Seeing Xia Yuanling's resistance, the doctor sighed and asked Shang Chuan to stay.

He carried out psychological intervention on Xia Yuanling according to the procedures. Before leaving, he told Shang Chuan that Xia Yuanling was too dependent on him now, and Shang Chuan had better be by Xia Yuanling's side 24 hours a day.

"He just got into the drama too deeply and couldn't get out. The family members need to accompany him more, let him realize that he is Xia Yuanling and not his role, and let him let go of that role. If he has any self-harm or suicidal tendencies, You have to send it to the hospital quickly. After a long time, it will be fine for him to come out slowly, and this kind of thing is prone to happen to experienced actors."

Shang Chuan nodded, and led Xia Yuanling out of the consultation room.

After working so hard, it was already dawn.

Shang Chuan was still considering whether to take Xia Yuanling home, but as soon as he stepped out of the consultation room, he saw An Qian standing outside the door.

He took good care of his mother last night, went home and took a shower, closed his eyes and slept for three or four hours, but couldn't feel at ease, so he got up early to check the situation.

He brought breakfast, knowing that Shang Chuan hadn't slept all night, he hurried over to pick Shang Chuan and Xia Yuanling back.

"Is it okay? What did the doctor say? Are you going to be hospitalized?"

Shang Chuan told An Qian the doctor's instructions intact: "Go back first, it's useless to stay here, just take him to see a doctor regularly. The doctor said that if he has suicidal tendencies, he can only prescribe medicine gone."

An Qian's heart was relieved a little. Fortunately, Xia Yuanling had nothing serious, otherwise he would really feel guilty for the rest of his life.

"Go back and rest first, I'll drive."

An Qian walked in front, and Shang Chuan grabbed Xia Yuanling's arm and followed behind.

But as soon as he walked to the gate of the hospital, Shang Chuan's cell phone rang.

He answered the phone, and his mother's anxious voice came from inside.

"Your father's condition has deteriorated, come here quickly!"

These words brought another piece of news like a bolt from the blue.

Shang Chuan didn't have time to explain, so he had to turn back to the hospital and ran to the inpatient department.

As soon as he left, Xia Yuanling followed suit, as if he could only feel at ease when he was by Shang Chuan's side.

An Qian had no choice but to grab Xia Yuanling's arm and follow Shang Chuan to the inpatient department.

But Shang Chuan ran too fast, and An Qian and Xia Yuanling were not familiar with the structure of the hospital, so they could only inquire and run all the way. When the two of them arrived in a hurry, they happened to meet a group of doctors and nurses coming from Evacuated from the ward.

An Qian has never seen such a battle, but he also understands that this is not a good thing.He took a few steps back and stood against the wall, making way for the doctors and nurses.

After the group of people left, the corridor of the hospital looked extraordinarily spacious.

The inpatient department was newly built a few years ago, and it has not yet been stained with the yellowing marks of time.

The white corridor is matched with the light of incandescent lamps, and the white tiles reflect brightly.

But it is precisely because of this that the crying voices of the family members can linger in this corridor for a long time and cannot be calmed down.

The voice sounded intermittent, as if trying to restrain the sadness in his heart, but in the end it ended in failure.

Everyone pretends to be decent in the face of death.

But what about the human instinct to shed tears in the face of grief?

Through the gap in the door, An Qian saw the face of the person on the hospital bed covered with a white cloth.

Someone was crying, someone was busy on the phone, and someone was backing away in fear.

It turns out that this small ward can accommodate so many people.

But it can't bear the sadness of a family.

Then, the door to the ward was opened.

Shang Chuan came out.

The first time Xia Yuanling saw Shang Chuan, he shook off An Qian's hand and walked a few steps towards the one he loved.

Xia Yuanling is not as delicate as An Qian, and he has been filming before, so he doesn't know what happened to Shang Chuan's family, and he doesn't know why, Mr. Shang looks particularly gloomy now.

So gloomy, he was a little afraid to reach out and hug him.

In Xia Yuanling's eyes, too many gray butterflies stayed on Shang Chuan's body full of flowers.

Those butterflies were not like the ones he saw in the crew, with hideous mouthparts and terrifying faces.

On the contrary, it looks like the kind drawn in comic books, a simple, withered butterfly flapping its wings.

As if dying, struggling to flap its wings.

"Mr. Shang?"

He tried to call Shang Chuan to tell him not to be so sad.

But Shang Chuan walked towards him, step by step, forcing him to back up until he leaned against the white wall of the corridor.

He was hugged by Shang Chuan.

Like a person falling into the mud, he grabbed the last life-saving driftwood.

Xia Yuanling suddenly realized that all his flamboyance and applause after marriage was because he was living under Mr. Shang's protection.

Because Shangchuan was willing to hold his hand when everyone opposed it, and because Shangchuan escorted him all the way, he could find a breathing space in this entertainment circle where there was no hope in sight.

In front of him, Mr. Shang has always been as strong as a god.

Tenderness, rationality, restraint.

Facing his nonsense, he would pamper his head fondly, even if he pokes a big hole, he can still deal with it indifferently.

It's as if the person has nothing to fear and no Achilles' heel.

The so-called gods are probably the same.

But human beings can only create gods.

They can never become gods.

As long as you are human, you will still have weaknesses, you will still face turbulent sorrow and bad luck, you will still endure life and death, and you will not be able to transcend your emotions and desires.You will show fatigue, pain and collapse on things beyond your control, and you will be at the mercy of the invisible hand of fate.

Shang Chuan leaned on Xia Yuanling's shoulder.

His forehead rested on his shoulders, and for the first time, Shang Chuan put his posture so low in front of him.

This time, Shang Chuan admitted that he was really tired.

His past was not all smooth sailing. He experienced anger when he knew his parents' lies, he knew self-blame when his sister died, and he felt emptiness after returning to Blue Heart Jewelry.He experienced countless negative emotions, and also tasted the pain of death.

But only this time—

Tiredness is like a tarsal maggot, eating away every bite of the torso that supports this body.

He never cried, but spoke softly, and had to admit a fact:

"Xia Yuanling,

I don't have a father anymore. "

I am afraid that I will never hear his reprimand again when I go home in the future, and no one will criticize my faults and mistakes unscrupulously, nor will I see that person say "that's okay" when others praise him. That's it." Then there was a hidden smile on the corner of his mouth.

For his father, he had longing, yearning, boredom, hatred, and despair for his father.

But unfortunately, love is not so pure, and hate is not so strong.

He is tired of his father's control and hates his stubbornness and prejudice, but he also remembers when he was babbling when he was a child, who was holding a copy of the "Three Character Classic", shaking the cattail fan in the lazy afternoon, and recited word by word.

The only thing he didn't want his father to disappear into this world.

But that person still left.