The accident happened in the explanation with Political Commissar Wang.

Although the treatment of the new RN-13 went well.

After taking the antidote developed by the laboratory, Chen Man and Xie Xue have been transferred to the general ward and will be discharged soon.

But Political Commissar Wang is still very concerned about Chen Man being injected with medicine, and he is quite skeptical about whether Chen Man is cured. Although he tried his best to reduce the number of people who knew about the drug experiment, he also hoped that Xie Qingcheng and the others would cooperate more and send the drug to Yanzhou for scientists in Yanzhou to analyze it, so that he could to be completely at ease.

No one dared to refuse Political Commissar Wang, and even the dean had a hard time communicating with him. In the end, they had to make an emergency call and called Xie Qingcheng to Meiyu to explain to Old Man Wang.

Xie Qing presented.

"Commissar Wang."

"Sit down." In the dean's office, Political Commissar Wang asked Xie Qingcheng to sit down, "Tell me about this medicine, why can't I take it to Yanzhou, or even let the researchers in Yanzhou? Know?"

Xie Qingcheng said: "From your point of view, it is for the safety of Chen slow."

"My grandson was injected with an unknown drug, and it was to ensure his safety that I asked the Yanzhou personnel to also come to see if it really wouldn't affect him anymore."

Xie Qingcheng said: "Wang Political Commissar, I told you about the general situation, and you also know that this drug has high scientific research value, and high scientific research value means that there are many people like Huang Zhilong. , will take risks in order to obtain its experimental data. If you tell the Yanzhou researchers about this, how confident are you that there will be no second Huang Zhilong among them?"

Commissar Wang's face is not good-looking, in his opinion, Xie Qingcheng is just an ordinary teacher: "Then why should I trust you?"

Xie Qingcheng: "Because my sister was also injected with the same drug. And she is my only relative."

“…”

"You should understand what I mean, you are a political commissar, but you are also Chen Man's grandfather. I am just a teacher, but I am also a girl's brother, her only relative in the world - in I know I won't lose half a point to you in my love for my relatives." Xie Qingcheng looked at him firmly, "This is why you should trust me, and only why you trust me."

"I'll get them out of the hospital, and in fact, that's already the case."

Just as the two faced off, Meiyu's latest inspection report on Chen Man came out, and the head nurse sent it to the desk of Political Commissar Wang.

Commissar Wang: "How is it?"

The head nurse was respectful with some trembling, maybe except for someone like Xie Qingcheng, no one would tremble when they saw a big man at the level of political commissar Wang: "You, please rest assured, than before the attack It has dropped a lot, and it’s basically close to normal now.”

Commissar Wang took the inspection sheet and looked back and forth for a long time.

Finally, he put the list on the table and said to Xie Qing: "I will ask the driver to pick you up at night, I want to ask specifically about Xiaoyan's situation and how you are in Zhilong Entertainment. What exactly happened. I mean, Professor Xie, I want to hear the truth. Do you understand?"

“…Understand.”

Xie Qingcheng wanted to go to dinner with Political Commissar Wang, and the whole Aesthetic Education was sweating for him.

The dean felt that this was too torturous, so he wanted to tell Chen Wan, who was still resting in the ward, but was stopped by Xie Qingcheng - Chen Wan needs to be well recuperated, and this matter, He knew that the more Chen Wan got involved, the harder it would be for him to deal with it.

He definitely won't tell the truth with Political Commissar Wang, the stakes in this matter are too great.

But who is Political Commissar Wang?

Old man who has never seen? What have you not heard?

Xie Qingcheng knew that he had to answer every question carefully and carefully, not only to let Political Commissar Wang give up the idea of ​​continuing the investigation, but also not to tell him the core situation of the entire RN-13 case.

This meal was extremely hard.

The secretary of Political Commissar Wang has been pouring wine for Xie Qingcheng, it seems that if Xie Qingcheng drinks too much, he can tell the truth - but when the political commissar found that Xie Qingcheng was drinking easily After that, he told the secretary to stop falling.

He came to ask about this young man, not to bully a helpless professor.

What's more, Xie Qingcheng responded fluently throughout the whole meal, neither arrogant nor humble, at the end, the old fox was actually a little moved, thinking that there was no loophole in the young man's words, but instead The relationship was spread out and said clearly and frankly.

At the end of the banquet, Political Commissar Wang finally calmed down.

He raised a glass to Xie Qingcheng and said: "...Actually, I heard Xiaoyan talk to you many times in advance. I hope you understand that today, as a grandfather, I am ensuring my The safety of the grandson, not trying to embarrass you on purpose."

Xie Qingcheng picked up the cup, he actually couldn't take it anymore, and his body was slightly hot.

But he graciously offered the last drink.

The old man didn't want to embarrass them.

It was burning badly.

And Xie Qingcheng also had to drink.

Finally, the banquet came to an end.

Commissar Wang was going to return to Yanzhou the next day. He said goodbye to Xie Qing and got in the car and left. Xie Qingcheng finally relaxed his body that had been tensed all afternoon and evening. No one knew that the back of his shirt was completely soaked.

He rested for a while in front of the big lawn in front of the hotel, and slowly recovered his energy. Many academic or artistic people don't like socializing very much, because it disturbs the peace of brain cells too much. Xie Qingcheng is such a person.

He watched Political Commissar Wang's car go away, and after the taillights completely disappeared, he walked to the hotel's koi pond, lit a cigarette, looked at the vast night, and exhaled a heavy breath mist.

The day was so busy that he couldn't breathe for a moment, and only now did he smoke his first cigarette.

Being in a trance, the bell of the ancient building next to the hospital rang.

Xie Qingcheng had a lot of things in his heart, he drank too much, and his thoughts were a little slow. At first he just listened casually, but when the bell struck the eighth time, he was startled Startled, suddenly realized something.

He immediately raised his wrist and lowered his head, his expression changed slightly when he saw the pointer on the surface.

It's nine o'clock...

In the process of communicating with Political Commissar Wang, Xie Qingcheng turned the phone to silent, and now that he can finally watch it, he was shocked to find that the time agreed with He Yu had already passed.

He Yu has made many calls, and there are more than ten WeChat messages, the last one was about half an hour ago.

Xie Qingcheng scolded secretly, he actually forgot about it!

He immediately called a car, and then quickly called He Yu's number.

"Hi, the number you dialed is off, please try again later..."

The car is coming, but the phone has not yet gotten through.

Xie Qingcheng turned sideways into the back seat and slammed the door shut.

The master asked, "Where are you going, sir?"

"Huzhou Grand Theater." Xie Qingcheng held his slightly drunk, aching head, "Please hurry up."

Huzhou is very big. It takes about an hour to travel from Meiyu to the theater.

The outside of the grand theater was deserted and deserted. The performance of the jester's play had ended. The ambient lights outside the theater had been extinguished, and only the cold lighting was still on.

Telephone.

No response.

Xie Qingcheng sent him a voice.

"He Yu, where are you?"

"Hear me back."

After walking around for a while, Xie Qingcheng found the lonely back outside the big fountain pool at the north gate of the theater.

He Yu hugged her knees and sat on the edge of the steps.

It was raining all the time, and he was drenched like a large homeless dog.

Xie Qingcheng breathed a sigh of relief, but at the same time felt very uncomfortable. He quickly walked to He Yu with an umbrella, and the umbrella was hit from behind the boy.

"He Yu."

The boy was startled.

Then slowly looked up.

Xie Qingcheng was taken aback - He Yu's apricot eyes were bloodshot, and there were bloodstains on his lips. Although he was holding his wrist tightly, Xie Qingcheng knew without looking closely. Even his wrists had new scars.

Seeing the man, He Yu's eyes first flashed a bright light, and then turned into silence.

He buried his face again and folded his arms under his palms.

"What are you doing here?"

The face is turned to one side, and the water drops down the forehead.

"The concert is over and there's no one left."

“…”

He Yu was very calm, almost broken: "You go."

Xie Qingcheng wanted to speak several times, but he didn't know what to say. It wasn't that he didn't want to comfort He Yu. The point of the problem was that he only comforted the patient, and almost never comforted those who had a crush on him. He thought for a while before saying, "Why don't you answer the phone?"

He Yu was silent.

Xie Qingcheng raised his hand and touched his forehead. He Yu opened his hand as soon as he felt the heat.

"Don't touch me, what are you doing, go to Chen slowly."

"I'm looking for Chen slow because—"

Xie Qing was halfway through speaking and suddenly stopped.

He frowned slightly: "How do you know that I have been to Aesthetic Education?"

“…”

On a closer look, there is a broken mobile phone beside the steps of the fountain.

…

No wonder He Yu couldn't answer his call.

Xie Qingcheng calmed down for a while, then looked up at him: "Have you located my address?"

He Yu did not respond at first, with a slightly pale face, and did not intend to admit it, but after a while, he suddenly seemed to be unable to hold on, and the shell that was barely sticking to his body began to fall apart , he held back, first his lips trembled slightly, and later, even biting his lip, he couldn't control his emotions.

The boy's eyes went from fierce to red, from red to moist, and finally, tears filled his eyelashes, and finally a tear slid down abruptly, all in a blink of an eye .

Xie Qingcheng didn't even have time to react, and was stunned by He Yu's sudden tears.

"You..."

"Now you don't have to worry about me, there is another RN-13 victim, he is more like you than me, more obedient than me, more knowledgeable than me, I am no longer the only one who can Someone who understands you."

Xie Qingcheng didn't know what he was talking about for a while, so he held an umbrella and looked at him.

He Yu is very sad, and there is some fierceness in his sadness.

"But Xie Qingcheng, if you have something to do, you have to stay with him and take care of him in the hospital, you can call me in advance, can't you? You know I just waited like this ...I've been waiting..."

How did Xie Qingcheng know that he was hurt like this because of this.

Xie Qingcheng is a very independent, professional man, who does not have much personal life. Those who have been in contact with him in the past can also understand his thoughts very well.

Even Li Ruoqiu knew long before her marriage that if Xie Qingcheng worked overtime, she would not be able to read the phone and would not return the call.

This is the first time that he has delayed calls and appointments because of dealing with patients, and was made to care about his temper by the other party.

He felt a little helpless.

It can be vaguely, and there is a feeling that has never been experienced before.

Only a child would be so "mindful" to care that he had promised him an invitation, and was unwilling to give any reason to give in. This is undoubtedly capricious, but in this capriciousness, there seems to be a rash and cuteness that only belongs to young people.

Xie Qingcheng sighed, his stern eyebrows relaxed.

He raised his hand, wanting to touch He Yu's wet hair, intending to tell He Yu about the situation at that time, and also tell him that Chen Wan's illness has recovered. Well, even if you take RN-13, you won't all become mental Ebola. However-

“…pop!”

He Yu opened his hand again.

"Don't touch me. When he is sick, he can call you over and let you stay with him for so long... What did you tell him, Xie Qingcheng? What do you have to say to him? It took so long to break it down? You are not his personal doctor, even if you have a better understanding of RN-13 than others, is it enough for one or two hours to solve some problems in the past?" He Yu was really uncomfortable. .

Love can mess up young people.

He pretended to be so calm in front of Chen Man before, but only he knew how worried he was.

Chen slow was attacked by RN-13, and Chen slow's brother sacrificed to investigate the cause of death of Xie Qingcheng's parents...Compared with him, the policeman had more leverage to lead Stumbling on Xie Qingcheng's footsteps.

And he has nothing…

Nothing.

"You know, can you promise me how happy I am when I watch the concert with me? I waited happily all day and came here happily , I'm holding the ticket, I've been waiting here for you. Then it got dark..." When He Yu said this, he couldn't help choking, "It's getting dark..."

"Those people walked inside in twos and threes. The security guard came and asked me if I couldn't find a place to check the ticket. I said no, I was just waiting for someone. Then it rained, and he asked me to come. Go inside, the show has started, and I said you'll be there soon. I called you, but I couldn't get through."

Xie Qingcheng looked at his emotions like sand that had lost its water, and collapsed little by little.

He wanted to stop, but He Yu wouldn't listen.

He Yu just wanted to finish what was in his heart.

He Yu said: "Xie Qingcheng, do you know... At that moment, I was very afraid that this was my hallucination."

“…”

"Have you noticed what day it is today?"

Xie Qingcheng really didn't notice it.

Many adults live to the end and don't pay much attention to the date. Unless something has to be done on a certain day, the day is the same every day.

Xie Qingcheng lived like that mechanically.

He knew what he felt faintly at this moment, looked down at the phone, and the screen was impressively May 26th...

He raised his head suddenly: "He Yu, I..."

"It's my twentieth birthday after midnight."

He Yu had long, thick eyelashes hanging down.

"Xie Qingcheng, the Xie Xue I was waiting for was fake, the chocolate birthday cake was fake, and it was raining heavily that day, I waited in the villa until twelve o'clock, I just waited for a little ridiculous hallucination that I gave myself."

"It's getting dark."

"I don't know...I don't know if you're fake too."

Horrible, yet vulnerable, pathetic.

He Yu choked: "I don't know if you are fake too! You never showed up! I can't get through to you...I can't wait for you...No one came to me...No Come and accompany me! I have nothing... Twenty years... You have Chen slow, I am not the only one... I still have nothing! Nothing!"

He came to the end, almost hoarse.

Xie Qingcheng saw that he was still wearing the monitoring ring he gave him on his wrist. The wearer's violent emotional ups and downs.

At this moment, the sensor light on the side of the bracelet has shown a very dangerous red.

Xie Qingcheng knew that He Yu's feelings were about to get out of control.

The boy in front of him was like a trapped beast in a cage, whimpering in a low voice. For the first time, his voice aroused the resonance in Xie Qingcheng's chest so strongly.

He Yu said: "It hurts..."

"It hurts..."

He pressed one hand to his chest, the patient who should have been very dull with five senses said, "Xie Qingcheng... This place seems to be empty, but it hurts..."

Xie Qingcheng looked at the boy crying, and had an indescribable feeling in his heart.

It was like a scarred little dragon wailing on the reef.

It's dying...

It seems to be dying of grief.

It is truly heartbroken and lonely.

Xie Qingcheng stared at He Yu, he didn't know what to say, in the face of such strong feelings, it seemed that nothing was too pale. He walked over, as if He Yu wanted to raise his hand to cover the invisible scar on his heart and stop his dripping blood on New Year's Eve.

He walked over—

He also wanted to quell He Yu's blood.

Both of them were people with old injuries.

The wound was deep, piercing the heart. No one knows those scars, only they know each other.

He didn't understand why He Yu cared so much about Chen Wan. In fact, Chen Wan was always different from He Yu. In Xie Qingcheng's view, Chen Wan was a brother, a friend, and a companion .

And what about He Yu?

Xie Qingcheng couldn't tell for a while.

He didn't know when, He Yu had eroded his life so deeply that when he looked back, he no longer thought that there would be anyone in the world who could replace He Yu s position.

Xie Qingcheng, who was vaguely aware of this, was deeply shocked. He had never thought about what He Yu was in his eyes before.

What is it?

He Yu is the person most similar to him, the person closest to him, the person who knows his secrets the most, and the person who has lived and died with him countless times.

He Yu is a man.

And he doesn't love men, his sexual orientation is female, he has been married and divorced, not to mention Xie Qingcheng knows that he doesn't need any love now.

So, what is such a special person who cannot be replaced by anyone?

He doesn't know, like he's stuck.

Xie Qingcheng was determined to step forward at this moment. He held the umbrella in one hand and raised it in the other—he knew the pain, the kind of pain that peculiar to mental Ebola patients, more bone-shattering than cancer pain. The name is loneliness, it's called loneliness, it's called despair... At this moment, he finally took the initiative to embrace He Yu.

Xie Qingcheng used his own hand to paste the broken heart of the dragon, and let the poison bleed all over his palm.

He hugs him.

Xie Qingcheng said: "He Yu, it's true, not false. I'm sorry."

“…”

"I'm sorry, I don't remember the day, I..." Xie Qingcheng really didn't know what to say, the old man was stubborn, too father, he didn't even coax his wife before, and he didn't know how Coax little boys.

He could only hold He Yu like this, the rain hit the umbrellas above their heads, and the wind blew through their clothes.

In the storm, he hugged him so tightly.

The dragon seems to be using its own body to curl up the sad dragon that is dying.

He held the trembling boy in his arms, and his voice was slightly hoarse.

"I'm sorry He Yu."

“…”

"Although it's not time yet, I want to tell you...Happy twentieth birthday to you."

He Yu's body trembled violently—

—

Happy birthday to you.

"He Yu, happy sixteenth birthday."

Storm, shaking candles, smiling Xie Xue holding a birthday cake, the bell ringing in the villa, I wish you a happy birthday... I wish you a happy birthday...

He Yu shook uncontrollably.

False.

Fake...!

No one. No cake. No blessing.

He was in that room where the information was projected, stripping away the truth, knowing that all was a self-protection given to him by his poor self-esteem.

Perhaps feeling his sickness, Xie Qingcheng held him stronger, as if this would allow He Yu to hear his heartbeat and touch his blood.

"Here I am."

"...is false..."

"It's real, it's not fake, it's not a hallucination."

He Yu's voice was hoarse: "It's fake...it's fake...Xie Qingcheng will never hug me...He will never hug me, I begged him for so long, I beg He hugged me...he wouldn't...never would..."

"You're fake! It's a hallucination!"

His eyes were sad and crazy, and he slammed Xie Qingcheng's umbrella down. The heavy rain suddenly fell on their shoulders, and the rain was like a transparent net, trapping him and him together.

After a few seconds, a dozen seconds, or even a few minutes, He Yu found that the dream had not woken up.

Xie Qingcheng has not disappeared.

“…”

Slowly, he stopped telling the truth and lying, as if the truth and the fake were no longer important.

His tremors ranged from violent to weak, from weak to calm. He suddenly hugged Xie Qingcheng back, as if he wanted to hug a piece of driftwood for survival.

The dazzling red on the bracelet flickered, flickered... Slowly, like a demon's eyes closed, the red light gradually extinguished, returning to a warm orange-yellow.

Immediately afterwards, he suddenly grabbed Xie Qingcheng's hand, and he didn't care whether the umbrella was crooked or not, and whether the two of them would get caught in the rain. His expression was complex - gloomy, frenzied, twisted, lost, hopeful, obsessed...all intertwined.

Then he dragged Xie Qingcheng and walked to the open-air parking lot behind the theater without saying a word.