Brilliant

Gao Yue finished his day's work.

He took the subway for half an hour, then got off and walked up a hill along a lane.

On the road, I met two wild cats, one with white hair mixed with orange and the other with black, looking at him with watery eyes.He wanted to pretend to be ruthless and walk away, but he couldn't help but want to tease them, so he took out the small dried fish he prepared last night and put them in front of them.

The two cats approached one after the other. Gao Yue opened the plastic bag and fed them through the skin of the plastic bag.

He squatted on the side of the road and watched the little wild cat finish eating. The wild cat licked the plastic bag unsatisfied, and watched Gao Yue meow twice after eating.Gao Yue was obsessed with cleanliness, so he didn't reach out to touch them. He stood up and waved his hand to indicate that he was leaving.

Going up this road is a well-known wealthy area in the capital.

Gao Yue's house is one of the many villas, but he doesn't live in the house, but in the basement of the villa.

He turned on the light and walked down the gray concrete stairs.

At the end of the stairs is a bookshelf, next to the bookshelf is a blackboard and a desk.The blackboard was densely covered with photos of Mo Beicheng, and there was also an M music CD engraved by Gao Yue himself on the bookshelf.He seemed to have known that Mo Beicheng was M.

Gao Yue put down his backpack and turned on the TV.

There was no popular program or TV series on the TV, but a blurry video tape. From the host and the guest holding the score sheet, it could be seen that it was a competition.

The TV just happened to show a little boy in a tuxedo sitting on the piano. He was so short that his feet couldn't even touch the ground. The host thoughtfully put a small stool on the ground for him and put it under his feet.

After he adjusted his posture, he began to play the piano.

The impactful music, charismatic performance, and flowing rhythm make it hard to believe that it was played by a little boy.Everyone held their breath and listened to his performance. On the wooden stage, he was the only master.

After he finished playing, all the audience stood up and applauded him.

The boy's mother rushed up to hug him, the host presented him with flowers, and even the judges couldn't help rushing up to hug this young genius boy.

At this moment, a line of boys' names - Mo Beicheng - appeared on the TV.

Gao Yue opened the schoolbag, held a corner of the score of "To the One I Love" with his index finger and thumb, and pulled the score out of the schoolbag.He resisted the desire to crumble the paper, but looked at the score through the pale light.

Against the backdrop of the light, the paper was so white that it was almost transparent, and the black staves on it also appeared doubled.

Gao Yue smiled and asked, "Who is the person you love deeply?"

He wants to find this person and destroy it.

At the hotel that night, Mo Beicheng actually contacted the psychiatrist who was in charge of his depression.

In the current situation of Mo Beicheng, he can't go back to receive treatment. One is that his studio has a lot of affairs and he can't get rid of it. The other is that Mo Jingzhi's power in France has not been fully pulled out. He will become someone else's when he goes back now. live target.

The doctor was also aware of Mo Beicheng's situation, so he provided him with the phone number of one of his Chinese students for Mo Beicheng to contact.

Mo Beicheng made an appointment and went to the hospital where the student was.

The doctor in a white coat and with eyes handed Mo Beicheng a glass of water: "Hello, Mr. Mo, I'm Zhong Ziwen. The teacher sent me all your case information yesterday, and also briefly told me about it." Let's talk about your situation. I want to confirm, Mr. Mo, do you already have a lover now? "

"Yes." Mo Beicheng took the water glass.

"Congratulations, starting a new intimate relationship will help you get out of the past." Zhong Ziwen sat on the sofa opposite Mo Beicheng.

Mo Beicheng nodded in acknowledgment.

Zhong Ziwen asked with a smile, "Can you tell me what kind of person your lover is? How is your relationship?"

"I......"

Mo Beicheng was stunned, he didn't know how to describe Wen Mingyuan.

What vocabulary should I use?Man obviously invented so many words, but he couldn't find a suitable word to describe him.

"He's a very nice person... he's also very nice to me," Mo Beicheng replied, "We've never had a fight or got angry..."

Zhong Ziwen asked: "Do you love him very much?"

"Yeah." Mo Beicheng nodded, "But, I'm afraid I'll treat him like my mother."

"Mr. Mo," Zhong Ziwen sighed, "I discussed with my teacher, we don't think you have a serious mental illness now, and we don't think your current behavior is a precursor to schizophrenia. I think, you It is because you have too many expectations and hopes for this relationship, so you are afraid of hurting this relationship because of your character or your past experience."

Mo Beicheng didn't answer.

"I think that rather than accepting drug treatment, I hope you can have a frank talk with your lover, or you can also ask me to come forward and talk to him, so that he can understand your... special Sex?" Zhong Ziwen put forward his own suggestion.

"I don't want him to have to accommodate me because of me..." Mo Beicheng replied.

"However, love is about accommodating each other." Zhong Ziwen explained, "If you refuse to communicate with him, it will only make your relationship worse. If you don't want to talk, can I contact him? "

"I......"

Mo Beicheng finally handed over Wen Mingyuan's cell phone number, Zhong Ziwen asked him to escape outside the infirmary, while he called Wen Mingyuan in the infirmary.

"Hello, is this Mr. Wen?"

"Yes, may I ask you?"

"I'm Mr. Mo Beicheng's psychiatrist, and my name is Zhong Ziwen."

Wen Mingyuan was playing with Feng Xi, when he heard the word "psychiatrist", he quickly apologized to Feng Xi, and then entered the empty dressing room.

"Hello, Doctor Zhong," he asked hastily after closing the door of the dressing room, "What's wrong with Mo Beicheng?"

Zhong Ziwen asked Wen Mingyuan what happened on the day when the relationship between the two of them deteriorated to make Mo Beicheng so anxious.

Wen Mingyuan recalled what happened that night and explained everything in detail.

Except for hiding Lu Siwei's name and replacing it with a colleague.

"Eh..." Zhong Ziwen suppressed his own laughter, cleared his throat and replied, "This...mental activity is generally called jealousy if it is more rigorous, and it is called jealousy when it is translated into spoken language."

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