In order to coax the gods to sleep, the tyrant is bald

?Sleeping ◇

How about coaxing children?

After running ten laps profusely and coming back, Fu Chao felt that he was going to be useless, and threw himself onto the bed with the last bit of strength, his mind was empty.

I'm sure I'm going to sleep when I'm tired.

He closed his eyes and waited.

Obviously the body is going to collapse, but the brain is so excited that it hurts and turns around twice, but there is no sense of confusion.

From 10:30 to [-] o'clock, the exhaustion on the body was gone, and people still didn't fall asleep.

It is still useless for him to lie down and sleep when he is tired.

But the melatonin is out of stock. I sprinkled it last time because of Gao Lang, so I didn’t buy it again. Now I can’t help it.

The headache continued to hurt, and every minute became a silent torment. He wanted to get angry, growl, and sleep, even if it was an hour.In his distraught, he wished he could just smash his head and faint, and he would go crazy if he went on like this.

Tomorrow is to buy melatonin, I really can't make it to the weekend.

But what about tonight?It used to be more than an hour, but now he doesn't even have this hour. The thought of staying up all night makes him want to die.

While worrying, the phone suddenly turned on.

Gao: Are you asleep?

Fu Chao stared at the few simple words on the phone and suddenly broke his defense in a second, and his eyes were reddened by the grievance in his heart.But in the end, he held back the tears. He didn't forget what the other party was doing. He was a patient, so how could he vent his emotions to him.After the mood stabilized a little, he replied: Why haven't you slept yet?

Gao replied in almost seconds: Insomnia?

Fu Chaozhuan tightened his hands on the phone, tears still fell out of nowhere, but he still insisted: It's okay.

After replying, he added, "How are you? Have you had surgery?"

Gao: Not done yet, soon.

Gao: Did you start to lose sleep after I left?

Gao: Do ​​you feel uncomfortable?Headache?How many hours can you sleep?

Gao Lang typed a series of questions on the screen, and every sentence was the most difficult to ask.Fu Chao couldn't resist his emotions instantly.A person's emotional breakdown is often in such an instant. In this late night, everyone is sleeping deeply, and only he cares about whether he is insomnia or uncomfortable, and countless grievances spew out all at once.

Holding back his tears, Fu Chao replied aggrieved and uncomfortable: Yes.

There was silence for 2 minutes, and then a message came.

Gao: Be good, it’s okay, put on your earphones now and listen to me.

Fu Chao stared at the word "good" for a few times, bit his lips involuntarily, he couldn't tell what was going on in his heart, as if he had been coaxed...

The restlessness in his heart seemed to be calmed down a little. He hurriedly put on the earphones, and then Gao Lang's voice hit the eardrums directly, "It's hard now, isn't it? Don't talk, listen to me, and put my pillow next to you first."

Um?Fu Chao hesitated, took his pillow?But his sleep-deprived brain can't allow him to think too much, the pillow has been placed on the bedside.

"Have you got it?"

"Ah."

"Now lie down, close your eyes, and put your hand on the pillow. I just held your hand. Can you feel the temperature of my hand? It's a little hot, isn't it? Now your fingers are touching my palm again, you touch it Did you see that small inconspicuous scar on the palm of your hand? You even picked it, oh, it's not moving now." Gao Lang's calm and peaceful voice made Fu Chao relax slowly, and he moved his hand involuntarily, as if Just like usual, I went to bite the scar.

……

"I fell asleep, did you hear me? My breathing became longer, and the hands I held slowly loosened. You closed your eyes and fell asleep."

Listening to his calm and slow words, the nose seems to smell Gao Lang's unique smell, which is slightly salty with sea water.The tense mind became relaxed, and the buzzing headache seemed to be less uncomfortable.

But "didn't fall asleep." Fu Chao muttered childishly.

Gao Lang on the other end was almost nagging himself to sleep, when he suddenly heard such a sentence, he couldn't laugh or cry, "Let me hum a song for you."

"En." Fu Chao closed his eyes, his face was slightly red.

An unknown ditty came to my ears, without lyrics, only a low and slow humming trickled into my ears through the earphones, one after another, I don’t know how long I hummed, and finally turned into a vague white noise, until I couldn’t hear anything at all gone.

"See you tomorrow, kid."

Gao Lang put down his phone, with a worried expression on his face.He should have called earlier, knowing that that guy is a dead duck with a stubborn mouth, it is probably more difficult for him to ask for help than to kill him, and he must have been miserable these days.

Thinking about it, he picked up the water next to him and poured it down fiercely. It is definitely a hard work to make people feel broken, without taking half of the water, but why is he so willing?

"Little boyfriend?" His dad raised his eyebrows.

"Please knock on the door when you come in. Also, that's my friend, a good friend." Gao Lang emphasized that he doesn't talk about boyfriends, and he doesn't kidnap others.

"Just keep your mouth shut."

"I am pure and clean in heart."

"Well, I'm waiting for you to cry."

"what."

"I'm going to have surgery tomorrow, and I still worry about whether others will sleep or not. I'm in a good state of mind, so keep it up."

"Hmph." Okay, they all tried their best, didn't they?

Father Gao brushed his son's hair, "Boy, you are much luckier than your father. Maybe this time it will be completely cured."

"Dad, let's be realistic. People and doctors don't dare to guarantee the promise, so don't make excuses for me." Gao Lang has always been a pessimist when it comes to eye treatment.The genetic disease in his family simply cannot be cured. The disease in the gene has long been concluded by the medical experts. All they can do is delay the onset.

"Stinky boy, can't you think about it?"

"The greater the hope, the greater the disappointment. I call it the lowest mentality, and then everything is a surprise."

"Okay, then you just wait for the surprise to come, and see if it doesn't kill you."

Fu Chao came out of the studio in his heart expressionlessly, feeling relieved at all.

He really didn't want to take melatonin, so he wanted to try psychological intervention again, but...

The doctor said that he is getting sick slowly, and the effect of psychological counseling once or twice may not be so obvious. After all, the illness comes like a mountain and goes away like a thread.

He knew all this, but he still couldn't help labeling the doctor as a quack.

He doesn't expect to get rid of his illness in one go, but at least it can give him a direction to work hard.

But during this hour of talking, he didn't see any hope. Instead, he felt like a frog nailed to the operating table, being dissected in different ways, peeling off his own flesh and blood in various deliberate and unintentional ways. People go to taste research.

It's not a good feeling at all.

The more the doctor wanted to analyze it, the less he wanted to show it to him. In the end, the conversation became a competition between two people. He knew that he should cooperate, but he rejected it from the bottom of his heart and couldn't do it.

He couldn't say why, he just didn't want to.He is not used to and is unwilling to tell a stranger about his suffering, his own difficulties, he is used to carrying everything by himself.

Also, for the first time, he found that he hated the dissected frog-like nudity, and hated being studied.He became unbearable to think that his privacy might become a case in someone else's mouth.

So in the end he spent a lot of money and ended up wasting an hour.

It may be that the psychiatrist's level is too low.

But Fu Chao didn't stop there, he made an appointment with three consultation rooms today, there must be one that is reliable.

As a result, after running all day, I don’t know whether the psychologist here is too watery or my psychological defense line is too strong. All the psychologists say one word, take your time, don’t worry.

Can he not be in a hurry?It's not them who didn't sleep!

He knew it shouldn't be like this, but he still couldn't help venting his anger in his heart.

Fu Chao was extremely disappointed, his good mood after a good night's sleep was completely disturbed, and he was still groaning when he returned to school.

At this time, the phone rang.

"Did you sleep well last night?" Gao Lang's laughing voice came from the earphones.

"Ah."

"My method will work."

"Ah."

"You're not happy." He used a declarative sentence.

"How do you know?" He had clearly adjusted his emotions.

"I knew it." Gao Lang smiled, "What's wrong with you? Who made you angry? Telling it makes me happy."

"Get lost!" Fu Chao laughed angrily.

"Don't be upset, I'll bring you a present when I go back, maple syrup or hazelnut chocolate?"

"Where are you coaxing the children?"

"Isn't it just to coax you, a big kid." Gao Lang smiled, and said in a nonchalant tone, "I can't help you sleep today, I have to go to surgery soon, so you can make do with my pillow first."

"Why do you schedule the operation at night? There are so many people?" Just after finishing speaking, Gao Lang laughed.

"It's morning here, you don't think I'm still in the country, do you?"

"No, you went abroad just for myopia surgery?" Fu Chao complained bluntly, "You rich people really know how to play."

"Who told you that I had myopia surgery?" Gao Lang asked suddenly.

Fu Chao was taken aback. In his knowledge, the surgery they can do on their eyes at such an age isn't myopia surgery?Besides, Gao Lang doesn't look like someone with sick eyes?Could it be that he...

"Then you..." He suddenly became uneasy.

"Don't ask, you won't understand even if I tell you." Gao Lang interrupted him, "I mean I'm going to the operating room soon, should you say something?"

"I wish you all the best, get rid of your illness with the medicine, recover soon, and live a long and healthy life." He murmured casually, paused, and finally said seriously, "Don't be nervous, it will definitely be fine."

"Who said I was nervous." Gao Lang muttered.

"I said it." Fu Chao pointed it out bluntly, "You are not a god. If you entrust yourself to strangers and let them use knives on your body, everyone will be nervous, so don't be embarrassed."

Gao Lang suddenly asked jokingly, "What do you think if I go blind?"

As soon as he said this, he felt a little regretful, and then wanted to add something, but before he could say anything, Fu Chao had already returned.

"I can't be blind." Fu Chao said firmly, "Anyone in the world can be blind, but you can't!"

"Why?" Gao Lang couldn't help laughing. When he asked the question of whether he was blind or not, he was actually confused. Is it really like he was talking nonsense when he was nervous?He couldn't help but wry smile.This topic has been pressed in his heart for a long time, and he doesn't know who to talk to, and he has no place to talk about it.Dad is not less stressed than him. He has reached middle age, and he may suddenly lose sight of him one day. He still has his little dad and himself under his body, so he can't add trouble to him.No one among his friends knew about his illness, and he didn't want to see pity or pity in his eyes. This was probably the same as Fu Chao didn't want others to know his embarrassing life experience.

Perhaps it was for this reason that he found that his heart was empty when he accidentally uttered these words.But before he was free for three seconds, Fu Shen filled it with a handful of soil.

"If you're blind, you can't go to ordinary schools anymore, and you can't be a hypnotist for me. If you're blind, don't I want to die of insomnia? God won't accept two amazing and beautiful people at once, so you can't be blind!"

Fu Chao's meal was justified and backed up with conviction, and it sounded like it was true. Gao Lang's moment of nervousness and depression made him dumbfounded, "You are more reasonable than me."

"I was right in the first place." After finishing speaking, Fu Chao smiled briefly, and said softly, "Take good care of your illness. I'll wait for you to come back."

"Miss me?" Gao Lang answered instantly.

"Does your hand count?"

"Calculate."

"That's just thinking about it, thinking about it so much, I can't eat or fall asleep."

"You are insomnia."

"Nonsense, is it still love?" Fu Chao turned back without even thinking about it.

"It hurts old iron."

"It's okay, I'll sew it up for you if it's broken." After saying that, Fu Chao smiled, "Honestly, your eyes..."

"Isn't this being treated? The world's top medical team is awesome."

"That's for sure." Fu Chao's voice was firm and forceful, "When you come back and draw a frame for the two of us, it doesn't make any sense to have my portrait in your place now."

"Okay." Gao Lang, who was far away in a foreign land, smiled, and the corners of his mouth slowly parted, forming a happy arc.

"I just said calling my little boyfriend will work." His dad said very annoyingly after hanging up the phone.

Early this morning, he saw that his son was in a bad mood and anxious. The specific manifestations were that the fried eggs were poked into a sieve, the soy milk had to be salty, the fried dough sticks were not crisp enough, and even the cats in the villa were an eyesore. Big eyes.

Look at how good it is now, smiling openly, and saying that it's not love, are children nowadays so deceiving themselves?Even if you have bad eyesight, so what, why don't you take advantage of the good time now to fall in love, and you won't have to talk about it in the future!stupid!

"That's my friend."

"Well, friend." His dad echoed his words, and then patted his hand, "It's time to go to the operating room, Gao Lang, okay, it will be fine."

Gao Lang nodded, and his eyes changed from faint nervousness to firmness at the beginning. He hoped for better than anyone else.

Just when he entered the operating room, Fu Chao was wondering what was wrong with him?You still have to go to a foreign country to get the most cutting-edge medical team. Is it necessary to mobilize so many people for ordinary minor illnesses?

There was a chug in his heart.

Holding Gao Lang's pillow that night, he kept wandering around the various eye diseases he found in his head. The more he thought about it, the heavier his mind became.

He didn't know why he was flustered. Anyway, he was flustered, very uncomfortable. It wasn't pure worry, nor pure nervousness, but panic, unprecedented powerlessness.

It's all like this. He was still coaxing himself to sleep yesterday, and he was making himself happy just now that he was about to have an operation. Is he a fool?Are you not nervous?Are you not afraid?It's been a while and I'm still worrying about him, a good outsider, it's really...

The softest part of my heart seemed to be poked hard, my heart was disturbed, flustered, but there was an indescribably strange feeling, very strange.