Case File Compendium

"What are you looking at?" Xie Qingcheng finished washing his hands, took out two pieces of tissue to wipe them clean, and glanced at He Yu lightly.

The young He Yu asked, "Doctor Xie, on your wrist..."

Xie Qingcheng's eyes darkened, and he lowered his head to notice that his sleeves were rolled up too high, exposing the upper part of his wrist, so he immediately wanted to put the sleeves down.

But He Yu had already asked in the second half of the sentence: "What is the text?"

"..." Xie Qingcheng paused for a few seconds, then loosened the cuff buttons with a stern face, the cuffs were flattened, and his eyes were indifferent, "The people who sleep here are famous in the water."

"Why this? You like graves?"

Xie Qingcheng rolled his eyes at him, raised his wrist and straightened the cuff buttons again: "I like Keats."

At that time, He Yu hadn't talked back much to Xie Qingcheng, although what he thought was "You don't need to put the epitaph on his arm if you like Keats", but seeing Xie Qingcheng's expression of surprise, he was obviously too lazy to talk to him. What nonsense, so I didn't ask any more questions.

Probably Xie Xue liked his brother's strange taste of carrying an epitaph on his body.

The teenager thought so, and went to a tattoo parlor near the school that night.

The shopkeeper with a smile came up to him and showed him a few thick albums. He lowered his head and searched for a while among the pages full of gods and Buddhas flying in the sky and sprites and Buddhas, interrupting the shopkeeper's eloquent recommendation.

"Is there an epitaph?"

"The most popular is this flying dragon tattoo, look at the finger claws, this—huh? Epitaph?"

Of course there is no sample of such a weird thing, but the owner of the shop has seen many ghosts and snakes from all over the world, and the customers who come to get tattoos have put forward all kinds of strange requests, so after a short surprise, he enthusiastically recommends him: "There is no epitaph, If the handsome guy likes cooler words, the six-character maxim is very popular."

He Yu smiled politely: "Then I'll look for it myself."

He finally gave the shopkeeper three lines——

Nothing of him that doth fade,

But doth suffer sea-change,

Into something rich and strange.

"It may hurt for a long time if it is so long, and it needs a few more lines, or find a shorter one?"

He Yu said, "It's okay, this is what I want."

In fact, there is a shorter Latin epitaph on the poet’s tomb, but what he wanted was exactly the same as Xie Qingcheng’s, a long sentence on his wrist like a bracelet, so he chose this poem carved on the tombstone .

Nothing of him is gone,

Just sinking in the unpredictable ocean,

Turned into a splendid treasure.

The shop owner rolled up He Yu's sleeves and was taken aback: "Oh, you have so many scars here! What did you do? Handsome guy, did someone bully you at school? It seems like they are all scars?"

He Yu frowned: "Can't I write if I have a scar?"

"Okay, of course, how about I give you a text on the most obvious scar, and it can still cover it..."

"Don't cover it, I want the text to be a little bit above the wrist." He Yu gestured, "It's here, please."

The poem was finished, burning hotly on the boy's wrist, the thinly torn flesh was glowing red, and the slightly tilted words were soaked into the skin by a special potion.

He Yu looked at it, felt very satisfied, paid the money and left the shop.

But he never thought that he would be allergic to the tattoo potion.

When I woke up, I was groggy, not only the handwriting on my wrist was red and swollen, and I couldn't see clearly, but even my head was burning due to an allergic reaction.

But that day was the entrance ceremony of his unlucky younger brother, He Jiwei and Lu Zhishu were both in Yanzhou to accompany the second son, that was fine, Lu Zhishu also called seven or eight times to ask He Yu to remember to turn on the computer and video with his younger brother——

"As an older brother, you have always been a role model for everyone. You always wish your younger brother success in his studies, right?"

He Yu's personality is withdrawn and dignified, and he is unwilling to say anything soft or weak. In addition, his attitude towards his parents is very alienated, so it is naturally impossible to tell Lu Zhishu that he is sick.So he got up and hugged a laptop, curled up on the sofa, turned on the camera at the appointed time, put on a flawless mask, and sent congratulations to the person on the other side of the video very gracefully, and then...

"Clap" sounded.

Before the communication screen ended, a long and bony hand protruded from behind him, closing the notebook resting on his lap involuntarily.

He Yu was taken aback, turned his head and looked up, and saw Xie Qingcheng standing behind the sofa.

Xie Qing had a broad-shouldered and long-legged poker face, with peach blossom eyes hanging down, looking down at him: "If you are sick, take a good rest."

He Yu: "I was just halfway through talking with them."

Xie Qingcheng stood behind the sofa and reached out to touch the forehead of He Yu who turned to look at him on the sofa.

His hands were slightly cool, touching He Yu's hot skin was indescribably refreshing, He Yu took a deep breath instinctively, subconsciously squinted his eyes and leaned forward, gently arching his head to rub against Xie Qingcheng's skin. Hand, so comfortable that I couldn't say the next word for a while.

"Little devil, you have a fever."

After Xie Qingcheng touched his forehead, he bent over and picked up the thin notebook from He Yu's lap who was sitting cross-legged on the sofa.

He Yu dawdled halfway to come back to his senses: "My computer..."

Xie Qingcheng didn't intend to return the computer to him, but said: "This is just an entrance ceremony, but you yourself, why did you suddenly have such a high fever, and you didn't tell anyone else."

"It's okay, you don't have to worry about such a small matter." He Yu wanted to reach for the notebook in Xie Qingcheng's hand again.

Xie Qingcheng held the things in his hands higher: "You are my patient, I don't care about you, who else can I expect to care about you?"

"..."

He Yu held Xie Qingcheng's arm across the back of the sofa, stared at him, tried to refute something several times, but couldn't find the right words.

The two of them were like this, one was sitting, the other was standing, he stretched out his hand and pulled him, and he looked back at him.The wind at dusk blows the snow-white gauze curtain, and the heavy light like an oil painting streams in from the slightly open window sill.

Maybe it was at that time, the sick and lonely boy was so pitiful, Xie Qingcheng's usually cold and heartless eyes had the illusion of softness.

"He Yu." He said, "You live too tight, you can't be perfect in everything."

He Yu: "Doctor Xie, you are just a doctor, you don't need to think about these things for me, please return the notebook to me, I have to finish the work."

The two confronted each other, and finally Xie Qingcheng lifted the laptop and tapped He Yu's forehead lightly: "Follow the doctor's advice."

Then Xie Qingcheng's eyes drooped, and he inadvertently glanced at a small piece of skin that was faintly exposed under the corner of his sleeve.

He frowned: "What happened to your hand?"

As if being electrocuted, He Yu immediately withdrew Xie Qingcheng's hand, trying to wrap his sleeves in place.

But Xie Qingcheng was already one step ahead of him and grabbed He Yu's arm with his backhand, and then lifted He Yu's long sleeves——

Xie Qingcheng: "..."

He Yu: "..."

Xie Qingcheng: "Have you gone to get a tattoo?"

He Yu: "No."

"Isn't that tattoo potion on your wrist?"

"..."

"Are you looking for trouble? How old are you? Does the school allow you to do this?"

"..." He Yu didn't say a word, but the invisible dragon's tail slapped violently and anxiously behind him.

Xie Qingcheng looked back and forth between his wrist and his face, and after a while, he seemed to understand: "...He Yu, are you... learning from me?"

This step really hurt the little dragon cub.

The boy turned pale immediately, but he couldn't say a word, so he could only gouged Xie Qingcheng with his eyes, his face was as ugly as if he had eaten a poisonous mushroom.

"Are you learning from me?"

"..." He Yu jumped up from the sofa and was about to leave, "This is designed by a tattoo artist, who wants to learn from you, you are not handsome at all, you are not good-looking at all, I don't like you at all taste……"

But he may have overestimated his physical condition. After taking two steps, his feet felt vacant, as if he was stepping on cotton, and then the world turned around in front of him. When he realized it, he was hugged by Xie Qingcheng like he was when he was a child He got up and carried it on his shoulders like a sack.

The problem is that He Yu was indeed very young at that time, not even reaching Xie Qingcheng's waist.

And now...

He Yu turned his head almost angrily, and without pretending to be obedient, he pinched the back of Xie Qingcheng's neck: "You let me down! It's so embarrassing..."

"I don't want me to throw you over my shoulder, so I just remove your little broken claw from my neck."

He Yu: "...you let go of me first! I'm already 12 years old!"

"On the other hand, I'm not as old as I am. No matter how tall I am, I'm still a kid in junior high school."

"Thank you Qingcheng!!"

Xie Qingcheng paused for a moment, still speaking calmly, but there seemed to be a smile that crossed the line in his voice: "He Yu. I never thought you would admire me so much."

"Who worships you!!"

"You like Shelley?"

"No! I like graves!"

Noisy all the way.

Until now, He Yu didn't know whether the light smile between the doctor and the patient at that time obviously didn't belong to him.

What's more, time has passed for too long, and He Yu can't remember many details so vividly.

But what he could still clearly recall was that that night, Xie Qingcheng carried him back to the bedroom, gave him an anti-allergy injection, and then went to the balcony of the bedroom to talk with Lu Zhishu on the phone for a long time.

He Yu was lying on the bed, and through the floor-to-ceiling glass doors, he couldn't hear what Xie Qingcheng was saying to Lu Zhishu, but he could see that Xie Qingcheng kept raising his hands and rubbing his browbones, as if suppressing some emotions during the conversation, In the end, Xie Qingcheng's words were obviously fierce. That night, he was angry.

Xie Qingcheng stood on the balcony, holding his mobile phone, and said something serious to Lu Zhishu, his brows and eyes were full of hostility——

In fact, there is really no need.

He Yu watched him and his mother struggling to communicate between the pillows, thinking like this.

There is really no need.

What's the point of this kind of solicited care and solicited mercy?

Later Xie Qingcheng opened the door and came in. In order not to annoy him even more, He Yu hurriedly turned around and closed his eyes before he came in, pretending to be asleep.

He smelled the faint and cold smell of disinfectant on Xie Qingcheng's body, but for some reason, perhaps because of the cold moonlight of the bright night, it didn't smell as bad as before.

Xie Qingcheng sat down beside him and looked at him for a while. At that time, Xie Qingcheng also thought that He Yu was already asleep, so his voice was very soft, but when he opened his mouth, He Yu could still hear that his voice was a little hoarse. It was the tired hoarseness that had been arguing with Lu Zhishu for a long time, but still to no avail.

"Forget it." The man said lightly.

The moonlight was clear, shining in front of the bed, forget it, for some reason, there was a temperature that had never been seen before.

"Little ghost... rest well, I'm fine these few days, I can accompany you."

"..."

that moment--

It seemed that at that moment, He Yu suddenly felt an indescribable pain in his heart.

It was a taste he had never clearly felt, like a rusty knife, which had been born with his flesh and blood, but was suddenly awakened by this sentence with a sigh, and began to twist in his chest. Tried to pull it out.

He was in so much pain that he couldn't breathe, but he still kept quiet, so that Xie Qingcheng would not find out that he was still awake.

He knew that Xie Qingcheng's negotiations had failed, and he was not surprised by this result, but he suddenly realized that before Xie Qingcheng, not even a single person would have worked so hard to keep him from being alone.

There has never been even one person who would choose to stand on his side between He Li and himself, and ask that pair of parents who seem to be strangers on his behalf——

why.

He Yu's face was sideways in the dark, with thick eyelashes drooping quietly, where Xie Qingcheng couldn't see, a tear slowly seeped out, ran down his cheek, and fell soundlessly onto the goose down pillow between.

In such a strange dull pain in his heart, he kept silent and pretended until finally the fake became real, and he really gradually fell asleep.

The next morning, He Yu's fever subsided and he woke up early.

The morning light shines in through the wind-blown gauze curtain, the birds are singing outside the window, his mind is as clear as if it has been washed——

He blinked his eyes, adjusted his mood, turned over, and just remembered, he saw Xie Qingcheng with his arm resting on the side of the bed, with a few strands of hair hanging slightly on his forehead.

That was the first time he saw Xie Qingcheng asleep.

Very peaceful, very indifferent, quiet and translucent like a thin soul, like the first ray of morning light falling in front of the window lattice after the night has passed.

His gaze moved down unconsciously, and landed on Xie Qingcheng's wrist.

Xie Qingcheng fell asleep with his left arm as a pillow, because one of the buttons was undone while he was asleep, and the cuffs fell open, and the skinny and slender wrist was exposed like this, making it pale and glaring.

He Yuwang glanced at the line on his wrist before, but never looked at the words word by word——

"Hereliesonewhosenamewaswritteninwater"

Those who sleep forever here are famous in the water book...

He Yu left the clubhouse, confused and walking aimlessly.

Along the way, he was thinking about these messy things, but——why did he recall these past events?

No matter what happened in the past, no matter what mood Xie Qingcheng felt at the time, telling him, kid, it doesn't matter, I can accompany you, that is all a lie.

How much Xie Qingcheng touched him at the time, and when he resolutely left later, it was like stabbing him so deeply and ruthlessly in the heart.

In fact, it's not that He Yu hasn't thought about why Xie Qingcheng had to leave in the quiet night all these years.

Is he not doing well enough?

Is he not becoming a normal person as he wished?

On the day of the third day of junior high school, the 14-year-old stood in front of Xie Qingcheng, staggered stiffly, and didn’t even have the courage to ask the man——Xie Qingcheng, tell me what you said to me that day, tell me temperature, am I wrong?

Am I misunderstanding?

All of that is the simple and straightforward doctor-patient relationship in your mouth, isn't it?

seven years.

Xie Qingcheng, you should have seen a little bit of emotion when you conveniently treated a homeless dog, right?

Then why can you make the distinction so clearly, why can you leave so simply... why can you talk about employment, contracts, and rules--and seem to forget that you have occasionally revealed to me, the little bits and pieces... , maybe it shouldn't belong to the doctor's pity and warmth.

He felt so humiliated when he was left behind.

His self-esteem was seriously hurt, and he felt that Xie Qingcheng slapped him on the cheek hotly.

So much so that He Yu was never willing to think about this past event afterwards—anyway, no matter how he thought about it, it was just his own sentimentality.

He has too little, and when he gets a little bit of scrap-like affection from others, he will cherish it ridiculously, thinking that he has obtained a priceless treasure.

How conspicuous and embarrassing.

He Yu's arrogance made him strangle every little touch in the past with his own hands, and then ruthlessly sealed it in a coffin.

until this moment-

He Yu closed his eyes, and the coffin of memories was opened, and he recalled the scene of Xie Qingcheng arguing with his mother on the balcony in an unassuming manner, and remembered the sound that fell on him when he pushed the door wearily and came in. Sigh by the pillow.

Forget it.

kid.

I'm fine these days, I can accompany you.

"..."

Xie Qingcheng gave him faith and gave him company, but Xie Qingcheng later went so thoroughly and so cruelly, he can always be calm and clear, and clearly weigh the pros and cons.He would be willing to study psychiatry, but he would also leave the hospital because he didn't want to be the next Qin Ciyan. He would say that he treats mentally ill patients equally, but at the same time he said that human life has value, and that the life of a doctor is more valuable than the life of a mental patient. much.

Xie Qingcheng is too complicated and contradictory.

He Yu actually felt that apart from the man who was tortured to the point of weakness under him last night, every side of Xie Qingcheng was unreal.

all fake.

That was a kaleidoscope of people, and he was too young to see through him.

The young man walked irritably for a long time without any destination. When he came back to his senses, he found that he had unknowingly walked near Xie Qingcheng's house.

-

"Get out of the way! I have something to do at home, I want to go home!"

The words Xie Qingcheng left when he was arguing with him just now echoed in his ears again.

He Yu stood on the side of the curb, with his hands in his trouser pockets, with a blank expression, watching from afar the chaotic scene at the entrance of Moyu Lane on the other side of the curb, where there were even many policemen.

He probably knew what happened to Xie Qingcheng's family.

The author has something to say: Nothingofhimthatdothfade,

But doth suffer sea-change,

Into something rich and strange.

Inscription on Shelley's tomb.There are many translations, especially the second sentence, many versions will be translated as suffering a shipwreck, but I chose to carry out this expression in the text~