Genius writer

Ren Mingqing quickly finished the operation and was pushed into the ward.His pain eased, but he was weak and fell into a deep sleep.Zhuang Mo stayed up all night.He looked at Ren Mingqing on the hospital bed, Mu Yisu's question echoed in his mind——

"I said, do you like others?"

He carefully examined Ren Mingqing.Ren Mingqing's appearance was supposed to be very attractive, but he himself knew nothing about it, so he didn't show one-tenth of his charm. The impression he left on Zhuang Mo was that he was a submissive and ordinary young man.

But Zhuang Mo looked at him carefully under the moonlight and realized that he was attracted.

His black hair wet with sweat, his always melancholy eyes, his tightly closed long eyelashes trembling slightly because of nightmares, his delicate bridge of nose, and his pale lips...

There are very few people of the same sex that Zhuang Mo feels pity for.In Zhuang Mo's experience, men are men, different from women. Women are weak, need protection, and can be pursued, while men are just men.But from the moment he saw Ren Mingqing, he was aroused with a strong desire to protect.He cherishes Ren Mingqing as a child, spends time and energy tirelessly on his behalf, and is even willing to share everything about himself with him, just in exchange for every little bit of being with him.

Not just because he writes good stories.

Zhuang Mo also examined himself.His soul was divided into two halves, one half was lost to the sleeping Ren Mingqing, and the other half flew out of the body, carefully questioning the lost self: In your long life, who have you done this for?How long have you known him?You give away your wealth, you give away your real estate, you invite him to walk around in your life.You are a businessman and know how to protect your own interests, but you don’t hide your selfishness from him, you give everything you can, and you are afraid that you won’t give enough.

It’s not because he writes well that you want to go back to that dilapidated small apartment every evening; it’s not because he writes well that you always want to secretly touch his fingertips and talk to him every day. A silly little thing murmured.You gave him everything, not in exchange for a big hit as a writer, you just wanted to take him home and hide him secretly, so that he would exist every day for the rest of your life.

None of your mates have ever been so valued by you.

You are a selfish person and have made many women cry.If he was female, he wouldn't be your type either.You never allow your partner to be weak, and being weak makes you feel uninterested.But he is so good, all rules must bow to him.He is the master, he has the final say.He's not here to please you, but everything about him pleases you for no reason.

you've changed.

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You thought he was your whole career, but tonight you see, he is your whole life.

"That's right." The soul that had been tortured all this time finally spoke.He moved his body and gave Ren Mingqing a small kiss.But the rational half of the soul did not refuse.He felt everything, and the young man's lips were softer than he thought.

Zhuang Mo's imagination was over.

But he didn't end the kiss, instead it deepened, Ren Mingqing frowned in his sleep.

The evening wind in October is enough to wake up the dreamer.

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The next day, Mu Yisu took Ren Mingqing for a psychological diagnosis.The diagnoses were depression, anxiety, and hypomania.

Zhuang Mo has been worried that taking Ren Mingqing to see a psychiatrist will anger Gao Yuan, so Mu Yisu proposed a compromise: "If Gao Yuan knows that you are targeting him, he will of course attack; but if Ren Mingqing just went to see a psychiatrist by accident Doctors — like physical exams — he shouldn’t be angry.”

Zhuang Mo was moved by his words.Gao Yuan was very wary of Zhuang Mo, but he didn't know that Mu Yisu knew the truth, so Mu Yisu used the identity of "doctor friend" to hide the truth and accompanied Ren Mingqing to make a psychological diagnosis.

It turned out as he wished. Although Ren Mingqing was panicked, Gao Yuan did not show up.Ren Mingqing was successfully dispensed with antidepressant drugs, and according to his personality, he would definitely take them on time.

Mu Yisu also played a scene with him: "Don't tell your heart about this matter. You are not good anywhere, he is worried to death, and I will accompany you to follow-up visits in the future."

Ren Mingqing was used to reporting everything to Zhuang Mo, and was not very confident in Mu Yisu's proposal.Mu Yisu was very aggressive, took out a few empty vitamin bottles, and helped him change the packaging of antidepressants: "If he asks what medicine you are taking, you tell me that you take health care products, do you hear me?" ? You don't want him to have no time for work, do you?"

"...Okay." Ren Mingqing agreed.

Ren Mingqing fell asleep after returning to the ward, and only woke up in the evening to find Zhuang Mo sitting by the bed and staring at him.Zhuang Mo's eyes were black and blue, apparently he hadn't slept all night, and his expression was sad.He was so terrified and decadent, totally different from his usual high-spirited, calm and calm appearance.

Ren Mingqing gently put her hand on the back of his hand: "I'm fine."

He originally planned to apologize to Zhuang Mo.He ruined the Mid-Autumn Festival and troubled Zhuang Mo, so he should feel guilty.But seeing Zhuang Mo's eyes, the words turned into "I'm fine".He felt that Zhuang Mo didn't need to apologize, even an apology was an insult to him.Zhuang Mo is so worried about him, he shouldn't say some polite words, Zhuang Mo needs something more intimate and real.

Zhuang Mo lowered his eyes, staring fixedly at his hand.

"It's really uncomfortable knowing that I have a lot of problems, big and small. But I'm not afraid at all." Ren Mingqing grinned at him, "I know I'm getting better. I've been very happy in recent months. I've never been so happy. I With the best medicine, I will be well soon."

Zhuang Mo's expression became relaxed.Ren Mingqing felt that he should know what he wanted to express.

He is his medicine.

Or wine.Or cake.It was everything that healed him.

Ren Mingqing told a little lie.He was terrified when the diagnosis came out. How could he even have psychological problems?Is he a twisted pervert?But when Zhuang Mo appeared in front of him, he was not afraid of anything.Zhuang Mo made this room full of disinfectant safe and reliable.He is confident of defeating his demons because Zhuang Mo is always by his side.

Ren Mingqing tried to get up, but Zhuang Mo thoughtfully stuffed him with two pillows so that he could sit up.

Zhuang Mo seemed to have something to say.

Ren Mingqing had an intuition that he would not like what Zhuang Mo said next.So he took the lead and talked about the dream he had last night.He talked about the first one vividly, and then said that the second one was better.

"What did you dream about?" Zhuang Mo wiped the sweat from his forehead.He still had a fever and his eyes were bright as stars.

"I only remember one scene. It was a deep palace. The sun was like a knife's edge, cutting in at an oblique angle, illuminating half of the palace, while the other half was still dark. There were two heads on the ground, looking at each other. One was bloody A human head, hidden in the darkness; and a golden head, illuminated by the sun. It’s great, right? I can’t forget it. But why is it like this?” Ren Mingqing’s disappointment was palpable.

However, he was not disappointed for too long, but groped around for a pen and paper: "I think I can complete it."

Zhuang Mo lost his mind.

Ren Mingqing's intuition was right, Zhuang Mo wanted to tell him not to write.

But Ren Mingqing had already found a pen and paper, and he began to write in a rustle, continuously.Zhuang Mo thought to himself, next word, next word I will interrupt him.But he was sitting in the ward full of the smell of disinfectant, and before his eyes was the horrifying and magnificent picture in Ren Mingqing's dream.The palace, the sun, the head.who are they?What did they die for?

Gradually, the sharp sunlight strangely overlapped with the pen in Ren Mingqing's hand.Zhuang Mo looked at Ren Mingqing's painful and forgetful face, as if he saw the ancient statue deep in the deep palace, with compassionate eyes.

Zhuang Mo didn't interrupt him in the end.

Everyone has his own way to go. Some people are born to tell stories. Even if the road ahead is full of thorns, he will go on barefoot, bleeding, singing and dancing.Even if you are poorly clothed, even if you are sick and skinny, even if your throat is choked by an invisible hand, even if there is no one who applauds along the way... you still have to sing.This is the storyteller.He loves him, and he wants to be his believer, not to take him away halfway.

He made up his mind to accompany him to every magnificent world.