Reborn you idiot

Zhang Weidong beat Xiao Jungu violently.

The beating was extremely fierce, as if the opponent was an animal, with combined fists and kicks, it landed on Xiao Jungu's head and face.

Xiao Junso hugged his head and curled up, refusing to resist at all, and he groaned when he was hurt, and the only sound in the huge room was the sound of his being beaten.In the end Zhang Weidong kicked him into the corner, kicked him twice with all his strength, and finally got tired, out of breath, and sat down on the floor.

After a long silence, Xiao Junso struggled to support himself.

He shook his head, wiped the sticky blood from his nose and mouth, and fixed his eyes on Zhang Weidong: "Dongzi, have you had enough beating?"

Zhang Weidong panted, and stared at him viciously, like a wild beast that would pounce on and bite at any moment.

Xiao Jungu sat cross-legged across from him, grabbed his palm, and said in an extremely firm tone, "If you don't have enough, just keep beating until you feel happy, then rest early, and follow me to see a psychiatrist tomorrow."

Zhang Weidong couldn't free his hand, and got angry, raised his other hand to slap him in the face, moved his mouth, and mouthed: Get lost.

This slap was so powerful, Xiao Junso relieved the dizziness and pain, and stared at Zhang Weidong without saying a word.

The nosebleed that stopped just now started to flow again, dripping down the middle of the body to the chin, and then dripping onto the white skirt.Xiao Junso wiped it with the back of his hand, the warm liquid was still flowing violently, so he simply didn't wipe it anymore, just stared at Zhang Weidong steadfastly.

Zhang Weidong met the other person's gaze, gritted his teeth, and his pupils were burning with fierce hatred—he hated Xiao Jungu, and if he hadn't been pushed into a hurry just now, he wouldn't even touch this person.

Xiao Jun said persuasively: "Dongzi, a psychiatrist is also a doctor. If we are sick, we have to treat it. We can't avoid medical treatment, right? Don't be afraid, it's nothing. I'll go with you, just to chat with the doctor. Just two hours."

Zhang Weidong stood up abruptly, kicked Xiao Jungu away, walked away, and locked himself in the toilet.

chat?Xiao Jun so said it so fucking easy!

What are you talking about?Talking about him being taken care of by a man?He was handcuffed to the bed by a man and fucked?Until j□j/ had to die, and then lost his voice?

Oh, and let's chat by the way, is this man his brother who was like a brother?

It's not that he shies away from medical treatment, but that he can't accept showing his bloody wounds in front of an irrelevant outsider.He would rather hide these shady, dark and filthy things, where they would fester in his body until he died, rather than show them to anyone.

"Dongzi." Xiao Jungu's voice came from outside the door: "I'm going out for a while, you stay at home and don't wander around, just send me a message if you have something, you understand?"

Not even hiding in the toilet, Zhang Weidong sat on the toilet lid and covered his ears.

Xiao Jun stood outside the toilet for a long time, but still couldn't hear a response, so he turned around and supported the wall and walked out of the door slowly.

It has been five days since Zhang Weidong lost his voice, and these days, both of them have had a hard time.

Xiao Junso stopped all work that could be stopped, forced Zhang Weidong to stay at his home, and didn't let him go anywhere, which was no different from house arrest.Zhang Weidong didn't want to see him, he either broke out hysterically, or remained lifeless and silent. The house was like a disaster scene, except for the large furniture, few things were intact.

They seem to be walking into a dark dead end, with no unity and no way out.

As soon as Xiao Jun walked away, Zhang Weidong followed and left the house.

But Zhang Weidong got out through the window, because there were two damn bodyguards guarding the gate.This room was guarded day and night by four bodyguards in shifts. Originally, the bodyguards were all in the living room, so Jun Xiao transferred them to the gate in order not to stimulate Zhang Weidong's emotions.

He took the subway for half an hour, changed two buses, and finally arrived at the nursing home in the suburbs.

The sanatorium is built on the hillside with an elegant environment, and both the security measures and the professionalism of the staff are maintained at a high level.Of course, the cost is also kept at a relatively high level, including miscellaneous expenses at least [-] a year, which is considered a heavy burden for Zhang Weidong.

Xiao Jungu once gave him a credit card, but he broke it in two and threw it back.

He is not pretending to be noble, he lives in Xiao Jungu's house, wears Xiao Jungu's clothes, and drives Xiao Jungu's car, what right does he have to be noble?It's just that Zhang Weidong doesn't have any material desires, and he doesn't pay much attention to food and use. Since he can earn money to support his aunt, why should he use other people's money to support his aunt?

Zhang Weidong and the doorman flirted with each other, and finally the other party brought a pen and paper, and finally they were able to communicate smoothly.Then it was the turn of the nurses, one to write and the other to speak. It took me a long time to fully understand my aunt's physical condition.

He was so frustrated and speechless, it was such an inconvenience.

Zhang Weidong's aunt is not old, but her face is fading. She is in her early 50s and looks like an old woman in her 70s or [-]s.She was thin and thin, with gray hair and age marks on her face. She was sitting in a wheelchair with a dazed expression, like a body without a soul.

Zhang Weidong squatted down, but he didn't dare to look up at his aunt's appearance, and it hurt to look at him.

Because of her long-term obscene/turbulent life, my aunt has suffered from several serious gynecological diseases, some of which have not yet recovered. Her body and energy have long been emptied, and indeed there is only one body left. body.

Zhang Weidong held her hand cautiously, feeling all sorts of feelings in his heart, bitter and bitter, but the sweetness was missing.

"Dongzi..." Auntie lowered her head and looked at him with a faint smile in her eyes.

Zhang Weidong was surprised and delighted, and subconsciously let out a cry.

"Have you seen our Dongzi? It's getting dark, why hasn't he come back?" The aunt obviously didn't recognize the person in front of her, Zhang Weidong in her memory was still the same as a teenager.

"It's going to rain." The aunt looked up at the sky, and said, "If you see my Dongzi, tell him to go home quickly, and I'll pick up his uncle with an umbrella. Hey, it's a very bad day today." It's so fast..."

Zhang Weidong burst into tears, today is a sunny day, and they are under the warm sunshine.

The grass is green and the sky is blue, but his heart is like his aunt's, covered with dark clouds.

"Silly boy, why are you crying? Don't cry, it's so ugly to cry."

Zhang Weidong wiped his eyes vigorously, wanted to show a smile but couldn't, so he just looked at his aunt eagerly.

My aunt laughed again, and stroked his hair: "The eyes are red like a rabbit, let me tell you something happy. Dongzi got the first place in the exam again yesterday, but I was so happy. Praise him for being a good seed."

Zhang Weidong was sobbing, he covered his face with one hand, hoping that his aunt would stop talking.

Back then, before my uncle didn't gamble so frantically, their family lived a pretty good life, an ordinary family, without worrying about food and clothing.But when Zhang Weidong was in the fifth grade of primary school, things took a turn for the worse, and life became more and more difficult - until later, that life was simply unbearable.

Although my uncle always regarded him as a burden, he didn't drive him out of the house. He just lost money in gambling and often lost his temper on him.

The unrelated aunt raised him as her own child, so she would not starve him if she had a bite to eat.

So he has to live through all kinds of hardships, just to repay this woman.

Zhang Weidong felt that his aunt had suffered enough, and he couldn't let her suffer any more.

He admitted that he really hated his aunt, but compared with his love for her, that little bit of hatred was insignificant.

My aunt was not in good spirits, and she was tired after basking in the sun for a while, and fell asleep with her head tilted.Zhang Weidong stood up, pushed the wheelchair and walked slowly towards the direction of the nursing home. He moved his lips and said silently: "Auntie, you must take care of your health and live a long life."

When Zhang Weidong returned to Xiao Jungu's home, it was already the time when the lights came on.

There was also a bodyguard guarding the gate. When he saw him, he immediately picked up his mobile phone and reported as if he was about to receive an amnesty.

Zhang Weidong sat on the sofa for about ten minutes, Xiao Jungu rushed back, and when he entered the door, he did nothing but stared at him coldly.Zhang Weidong couldn't speak, so he pointed to the sofa chair opposite, then picked up the ballpoint pen, and lowered his head to write on the white paper on the coffee table.

Xiao Jungu's face softened a little, and he sat down on the sofa in an orderly manner, staring at him: "Dongzi, why don't you bring your mobile phone when you go out, I'm worried about you all day, have you eaten yet?"

Zhang Weidong answered irrelevant questions, and wrote a few words on the paper: I want to go out for a walk.

Xiao Jun was stunned for a while: "Didn't you just come back? Where do you want to go?"

Zhang Weidong continued to write: I am going to a farther place for one month.

"No!" Xiao Jungu immediately objected, with a firm attitude: "Dongzi, I have already made an appointment with a doctor, a very authoritative psychologist, and the air ticket is also booked, and we will fly to Beijing tomorrow .”

What annoys Zhang Weidong most is that he always arranges without authorization, and his face is tense.

"Dongzi, be obedient and don't play with me. If you don't want to see a doctor, we will be wasted like this. I have asked someone to seal the windows. When will you cooperate and when will you be able to get out of this room?"

Zhang Weidong pursed his lips and wrote: I can solve it myself, give me a month.

Seeing his resolute expression, Xiao Jun couldn't help hesitating. If Zhang Weidong refuses to cooperate with the treatment, no matter how powerful the doctor is, he will have nothing to do with him. Procrastination like this is not an option.But let Zhang Weidong go to other places alone for a month, how can he rest assured?

After hesitating and hesitating, Xiao Jun suggested a compromise: "Shall I go with you? Or let Zhou Li and Xiao Ba go with you? No matter what, someone must accompany you, otherwise don't even think about it."

Zhang Weidong dropped his pen and stopped talking to Xiao Jun. He just needed a little time and space, but the other party always put on an appearance of "I'm doing my best for you" and was aggressive.If he could talk at this moment, he would have swearing a long time ago - he just wanted to find a place to breathe, why is it so difficult?

From that day on, Zhang Weidong refused to eat, not even a sip of water.

He thought to himself, let's be exhausted, anyway, in the past two or three years, which day has he not been exhausted, endured, and endured?

No matter how Xiao Jungu persuaded, Zhang Weidong remained indifferent, even if the other party used his trump card.

"Dongzi, don't fight against me with your body, and cooperate well with the treatment. I promise you that I will let you release a new album at this time next year."

Zhang Weidong closed his eyes and quietly lay on his back on the sofa. Next year was too far away for him.

If he can't overcome his own psychological barriers, he can't pass this test now, how can he dare to hope for next year?

After two days and one night of stalemate, Xiao Jun compromised.

However, he slapped Zhang Weidong hard and said coldly, "I don't know what to do."