Aged spirits [entertainment circle]

"I'm... very happy today!" An Qiuchen thought for a while before saying this to Shen Chiyuan.

"Really? How happy are you?" Shen Chiyuan asked with a smile.

An Qiuchen was silent for a while, then suddenly smiled at Shen Chiyuan.

This was the first time Shen Chiyuan saw such a beautiful smile on An Qiuchen's face, it was as dazzling as a ray of sunlight shining through the dense clouds.

Shen Chiyuan looked at it for a long time, and could hardly suppress the throbbing feeling in his heart.

"This is the first time I feel that I've finally achieved something, I've finally done something big... Today, I just pushed Gao Lang away, and then I said, don't touch me..."

An Qiuchen's eyes shone brightly when he spoke, and he looked really happy, and even matched his hand movements.

And Shen Chiyuan listened quietly, with a smile in his eyes all the time.

"Oh, by the way, I had a good chat with my new deskmate today. They are all very nice, they should be my new friends."

When hearing this, Shen Chiyuan finally couldn't bear it anymore.

"You won't have new friends, so just forget me as an old friend?" Shen Chiyuan asked teasingly.

An Qiuchen waved his hands quickly when he heard the words, and said anxiously: "Of course not, you are my best friend, the best! Always!"

Shen Chiyuan chewed the word friend repeatedly in his heart, he knew clearly that he was not satisfied.

But An Qiuchen's tone was very affirmative and his attitude was very sincere. Shen Chiyuan didn't know what dissatisfaction he still had.

After all, he is already the best.

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From then on, An Qiuchen's personality became brighter, and his relationship with Shen Chiyuan became closer and closer. He also met Shen Chiyuan's friends. Every time they went to play, Shen Chiyuan would call An Together with Qiu Chen.

An Qiuchen felt that he was getting closer to Shen Chiyuan little by little. One day, he would become better.

The weather is also getting colder day by day, it will be winter soon, and this semester is coming to an end.

That night, while An Qiuchen was sleeping, he was suddenly awakened by screams from Song Jinglan's room.

He quickly got up from the bed and ran to Song Jinglan's room.

"Mom, what's wrong with you?" An Qiuchen quickly opened the door and rushed in, asking nervously.

I saw Song Jinglan was sitting on the bed trembling while hugging her body, her face was pale and covered with sweat.

"Don't come...don't come..." Song Jinglan mumbled.

"Mom...what's the matter with you?" An Qiuchen hurried over and put his hand on Song Jinglan's shoulder.

But Song Jinglan didn't seem to be able to hear his words, but just looked forward with unfocused eyes, always looking very scared.

Soon, Song Jinglan began to have difficulty breathing, panting heavily, as if she was in extreme pain.

An Qiuchen didn't hesitate, quickly took the coat and helped Song Jinglan put it on, and sent her to the hospital overnight.

This kind of situation has actually happened to Song Jinglan several times during this period, and she just felt inexplicably afraid, but this time the attack was particularly serious.

An Qiuchen spent that night in the hospital.

The next day, Shen Chiyuan found out that An Qiuchen didn't come to school, so he went to his class to ask a question, only to find out that he asked for leave today.

Shen Chiyuan was a little worried about An Qiuchen, so he called him specifically.

After a while, the phone was connected.

"Hey, Brother Shen..." An Qiuchen's voice sounded very tired.

Shen Chiyuan's heart was inexplicably tugged, and he asked with some worry: "Your classmate said you asked for leave today, did something happen?"

There was silence on the other end of the phone, and Shen Chiyuan could only hear the other party's heavy breathing.

"Where are you now?" Shen Chiyuan asked again.

"...the hospital." After a while, An Qiuchen replied in a low voice.

"Why are you in the hospital, what happened?" the voice asked quickly.

"My mother has some mental problems." An Qiuchen replied.

Upon hearing this, Shen Chiyuan stood there in a daze for a while.

Soon, he came back to his senses and asked which hospital An Qiuchen was in.

"Brother Shen, I..." An Qiuchen wasn't sure if Shen Chiyuan was coming over, so he didn't dare to say the name of the hospital for a while.

It's still class time, if Shen Chiyuan came over, wouldn't he be skipping class?

"Name." Shen Chiyuan's tone was tougher than ever.

An Qiuchen was startled, and then said the name of the hospital in a daze.

"Well, wait for me." Shen Chiyuan replied.

An Qiuchen was about to tell Shen Chiyuan not to come, but Shen Chiyuan had already hung up the phone.

After that, An Qiuchen called back again, but Shen Chiyuan didn't answer.

An Qiuchen had no choice but to stand where he was, with various hospital orders on his mobile phone, waiting for Shen Chiyuan to come over.

Not long after, Shen Chiyuan came over.

Upon seeing An Qiuchen, Shen Chiyuan quickly walked over: "How is Auntie doing?"

"Not very good, the doctor suggested to go to a special mental hospital." An Qiuchen said in a low voice.

Shen Chiyuan ran all the way upstairs, and was still panting slightly at the moment.

Hearing An Qiuchen's words, he nodded quickly, took the list in An Qiuchen's hand and read it.

Looking at those lists, Shen Chiyuan frowned more and more.

"Don't worry, this matter is not difficult to deal with, as long as auntie cooperates with the treatment, it will be fine." Shen Chiyuan quickly said to An Qiuchen.

An Qiuchen nodded vigorously.

From the moment he saw Shen Chiyuan, he was inexplicably at ease.

"I'll take my mother home today, I have to discuss this matter with her." An Qiuchen said.

Song Jinglan's sudden feeling of fear before was due to a panic disorder attack. Now that Song Jinglan has returned to normal, An Qiuchen plans to go back and have a good chat with her.

In fact, Song Jinglan had already shown signs of anxiety before, but she didn't come to check until now, and it was found to be severe. An Qiuchen suddenly felt extremely guilty.

Normally, he and Song Jinglan had nothing in common, and basically seldom had time to chat calmly, so he didn't know anything about his mother's situation.

"That's fine." Shen Chiyuan nodded: "Persuade her well, this disease cannot be delayed."

"Yes, I know." An Qiuchen replied.

Shen Chiyuan took out another card from his pocket and handed it to An Qiuchen, which he took on his way home just now.

"Brother Shen, you..." An Qiuchen froze for a moment, and hurriedly pushed the card back.

"There is some money in this card. You use it for auntie's medical expenses. It's all my old New Year's money and pocket money. I don't need it by myself." Shen Chiyuan forcefully stuffed the card into An Qiuchen hand.

An Qiuchen still wanted to refuse, but Shen Chiyuan quickly said: "Auntie spends a lot of money on hospitalization and hospitalization. You are still a student, where did you get so much money?"

Hearing this, An Qiuchen couldn't help but stop the movements in his hands.

"I'm going to... do more part-time jobs." An Qiuchen hesitated for a while, then whispered.

"This will only delay your study." Shen Chiyuan replied.

An Qiuchen bit his lower lip lightly, and stopped talking.

"Hey, take it." Shen Chiyuan said again.

An Qiuchen lowered his eyes, was silent for a while, and finally accepted the card.

He held the card tightly in his hand, raised his head and said to Shen Chiyuan: "Brother Shen, thank you, I will pay you back the money in the future."

Shen Chiyuan smiled, reached out and rubbed his hair: "Okay."

After going back that day, An Qiuchen and Song Jinglan discussed going to a professional mental hospital. Song Jinglan probably knew that her situation was not good, so An Qiuchen agreed without much effort.

Since the divorce, Song Jinglan has relied on An Qiuchen for many things, and basically she will listen to what An Qiuchen says.

So An Qiuchen contacted the people in the mental hospital, and a few days later the hospital arranged for someone to pick up Song Jinglan.

But An Qiuchen hesitated again and again, he still sold his house.

The card Shen Chiyuan gave him was tens of thousands of yuan, which was enough for Song Jinglan's early treatment and hospitalization expenses for a period of time, but it was not enough in the long run, so he needed money very much now.

After selling the house, An Qiuchen applied to the school to live on campus.

He also rents a barely adequate place outside the school, where he occasionally lives on weekends.

In the blink of an eye, it's winter vacation.

During the winter vacation, An Qiuchen was not idle either. He was doing all kinds of odd jobs outside every day to make money. Every time Shen Chiyuan came to him, he was in vain.

Until New Year's Eve, Shen Chiyuan didn't meet An Qiuchen a few times.

On the night of New Year's Eve, An Qiuchen finally had time to rest. He bought a lot of dishes and planned to cook a good meal by himself. No matter what, New Year's Eve had to be well spent.

He called Song Jinglan's hospital today, and Song Jinglan's condition was very bad, and it was not suitable for her family members to visit her, so An Qiuchen's wish to celebrate the New Year with her family also came to nothing.

It was snowing today, An Qiuchen put the dishes in the kitchen and sat on the ground alone, watching the snow keep falling outside the window.

He obviously wanted to cook, but he was so tired that he didn't want to move, he just wanted to sit like this.

A ringtone of the phone brought An Qiuchen back to his thoughts.

An Qiuchen glanced at the phone, it was Shen Chiyuan's call, he quickly pressed the answer button.

"Brother Shen, Happy New Year." An Qiuchen smiled and wished Shen Chiyuan the moment he got on the phone.

"Happy New Year." Shen Chiyuan replied: "Come to my house for a New Year's Eve dinner today, my parents are waiting for you."

An Qiuchen was stunned for a moment, unconsciously grasping the corner of his clothes with his fingers, and didn't speak for a while.

"Come on, otherwise how will you celebrate the New Year by yourself?" Shen Chiyuan urged without hearing An Qiuchen's answer.

"Forget it...I've already cooked the meals myself." An Qiuchen hesitated for a while, then replied softly, "Have fun."

He thought of Shen Chiyuan's family having a happy New Year's Eve dinner, and was inexplicably sad.

Although Shen Chiyuan invited him, his appearance would definitely make their New Year's Eve dinner awkward, and he didn't want to disturb them.

Hearing An Qiuchen's answer, Shen Chiyuan fell silent.

An Qiuchen was afraid that he would notice his emotions, so he quickly said: "If it's okay, then I'll hang up first."

After speaking, An Qiuchen quickly hung up the phone almost in embarrassment.