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Chapter 150 True Blessing
The accident happened in the explanation with Political Commissar Wang.
Although the treatment with 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 was still very concerned about Chen Slow being injected with medicine, and had considerable doubts about whether Chen Slow was cured.Although he tried his best to use his ability to reduce the number of people who knew about the drug experiment, he also hoped that Xie Qingcheng and the others could cooperate more and send the drug to Yanzhou for the scientists in Yanzhou to analyze it, so that they can In order to be completely at ease.
No one dared to refuse Political Commissar Wang, and even the dean had difficulty communicating with him. In the end, they had to make an emergency call and call Xie Qingcheng to Meiyu to explain to Old Man Wang.
Xie Qing submitted it.
"Political 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 scientific researchers in Yanzhou know?"
Xie Qingcheng said: "From your point of view, it is for Chen Man's safety."
"My grandson has been injected with an unknown drug. Just to ensure his safety, I asked the people in Yanzhou to see if it really won't affect him anymore."
Xie Qingcheng said: "Political Commissar Wang, I have told you about the general situation, and you also know that this drug has high scientific research value, which means that many people like Huang Zhilong will use it to obtain its experimental data. Take the risk. If you tell the scientists in Yanzhou about this, how sure are you that there won't be another Huang Zhilong among them?"
Commissar Wang's expression was not good. In his opinion, Xie Qingcheng was 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 the political commissar, but you are also Chen Man's grandfather. I am just a teacher, but I am also a girl's brother, and I am her only relative in the world--in terms of love for relatives, I Know that I will not lose half a point to you." Xie Qingcheng looked at him firmly, "This is why you should trust me, and only trust me."
"I'm going to get them out of the hospital without a hitch, and that's already the case."
Just as the two were confronting each other, Meiyu's latest inspection report on Chen Man came out, and the head nurse sent it to Commissar Wang's desk.
Commissar Wang: "How is it?"
The head nurse trembled respectfully. Except for people like Xie Qingcheng, no one would not tremble when seeing a boss at the level of Political Commissar Wang: "You, please rest assured, it has dropped a lot compared to before the attack, and now it is basically gone. It's close to normal."
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, and I want to ask about Xiao Yan's situation and what exactly happened to you at Zhilong Entertainment. I It means, Professor Xie, I want to listen to the truth. Do you understand?"
"……clear."
Xie Qingcheng was going to have dinner with Political Commissar Wang, and the entire aesthetic education staff was sweating for him.
The dean felt that this was too torturous, so he wanted to tell Chen Man who was still resting in the ward, but Xie Qingcheng stopped him—Chen Man needed to take good care of him, and he knew that Chen Man was more involved in this matter , he is more difficult to deal with.
He definitely won't be completely honest with Political Commissar Wang, the stakes in this matter are too great.
But who is Political Commissar Wang?
Who hasn't seen the old man?What did you not hear?
Xie Qingcheng knew that he had to answer every question carefully and carefully, not only to dissuade Political Commissar Wang from continuing to investigate, but also not to tell him the core of the entire RN-13 case.
This meal was extremely hard to eat.
The secretary of political commissar Wang has been pouring wine for Xie Qingcheng. It seems that Xie Qingcheng can tell the truth if he drinks too much - but when the political commissar finds that Xie Qingcheng is easy to drink, he tells the secretary not to drink. Pour again.
He came to ask about this young man, not to bully a helpless professor.
What's more, Xie Qingcheng answered and answered fluently throughout the meal, neither arrogant nor humble. In the end, the old fox was a little moved, thinking that there seemed to be no loopholes in the young man's words, but he spread out his interests and said something. Be clear and honest.
At the end of the banquet, Political Commissar Wang's expression finally softened.
He raised his glass to Xie Qingcheng once, and said: "...Actually, I have heard that Xiao Yan has warned you many times in advance. I hope you understand that today, I am ensuring the safety of my grandson as a grandfather, rather than trying to What are you trying to do to embarrass you?"
Xie Qingcheng picked up the cup, he could not take it anymore, and his body felt slightly hot.
But he politely toasted the last glass of wine.
The old man didn't want to embarrass them.
But some people's identities are here, and even the simplest things will become very complicated, just like this glass of wine, which is obviously only a thank you, apology and kindness in the end, and it really burns uncomfortably when it falls into the stomach.
And Xie Qingcheng also had to drink.
Finally, the banquet came to an end.
Commissar Wang was going back to Yanzhou the next day, so he said goodbye to Xie Qing, got in the car and left.Only then did Xie Qingcheng finally relax his body that had been tense all afternoon and night. No one knew that the back of his shirt was completely soaked.
He rested in front of the big lawn in front of the hotel for a while, slowly recovering his energy.Many academic or artistic people don't like interpersonal entertainment, because it really disturbs the peace of brain cells, and Xie Qingcheng is such a person.
He watched Political Commissar Wang's car go away, and after the taillights of the car disappeared completely, he walked to the hotel's koi pond, lit a cigarette, looked at the vast night, and exhaled heavy mist.
This day was so busy that he couldn't catch his breath for a moment, and he had only smoked his first cigarette until now.
While I was in a trance, the chiming bell of the ancient building next door to the hospital rang.
Xie Qingcheng had a lot of things in his mind, he drank too much wine, and his thoughts were a little sluggish. At first, he just listened casually, but when the bell struck the eighth, he was taken aback and suddenly realized something.
He immediately raised his wrist and lowered his head, his face 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 his mobile phone to silent, and now that he could finally watch it, he suddenly found that the time agreed with He Yu had already passed.
He Yu has already called many times, and there are more than ten WeChat messages, the last one was about half an hour ago.
Xie Qingcheng cursed secretly, he actually forgot about it!
He immediately called a car, and then quickly called back He Yu's number.
"Hello, the phone you dialed is off, please try again later..."
The car has arrived, but the phone has not been connected yet.
Xie Qingcheng stepped sideways into the back seat and slammed the door shut.
The master asked, "Where are you going, sir?"
"Shanghai Grand Theater." Xie Qingcheng supported his slightly aching head, "Please hurry up."
Huzhou is very big, and it takes about an hour to travel from Meiyu to the theater. The driver drove fast all the way, and it was almost ten o'clock when he arrived.
The outside of the Grand Theater was deserted, the performance of the Fool's play had ended, and the ambient lights outside the theater had been turned off, only the cold lights were still on.
It was raining, Xie Qing asked the front desk of the hotel for an umbrella before getting in the car, the raindrops hit the umbrella in vain, he looked around for someone, and called the phone that didn't get through over and over again.
no respond.
Xie Qingcheng sent him a voice message.
"He Yu, where are you?"
"If you hear it, send me a message."
After going around for a long time, Xie Qingcheng found the lonely figure outside the large fountain pool at the north gate of the theater.
He Yu hugged his knees and sat on the edge of the steps.
It had been raining and he was drenched like a large homeless dog.
While Xie Qingcheng breathed a sigh of relief, he also felt very uncomfortable. He quickly walked to He Yu holding an umbrella, and the umbrella passed behind the boy.
"He Yu."
The boy was taken aback.
Then slowly lift your head up.
Xie Qingcheng was taken aback—He Yu's apricot eyes were bloodshot, and there were bloodstains on his lips. Although he was tightly clutching his wrist, Xie Qingcheng knew it without looking carefully. Appearing scars.
Seeing the man, He Yu's eyes first flashed a gleam of light, and then turned into darkness.
He buried his face again and folded his arms under his palms.
"What are you still doing here?"
His face was turned to one side, and water droplets trickled down his forehead hair.
"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 didn't know what to say.It's not that he didn't want to comfort He Yu, the crux of the problem was that he only comforted the patients, and almost never comforted those who had a crush on him.He thought for a while before saying, "Why didn't you answer the phone?"
He Yu didn't say anything.
Xie Qingcheng raised his hand to touch his forehead, just as he felt the heat, He Yu opened his hand.
"Don't touch me, what are you doing with me, you go to Chen Manu."
"I'm looking for Chen Man because—"
Xie Qingcheng spoke halfway, then suddenly stopped.
He frowned slightly: "How do you know that I have been to Meiyu?"
"..."
After a closer look, there is a broken mobile phone beside the steps of the fountain pool.
……
No wonder He Yu couldn't receive his call.
Xie Qingcheng calmed down for a while, then looked up at him: "Have you located my address?"
He Yu didn't respond at first, but with a slightly pale face, he didn't intend to admit it, but after a while, he suddenly seemed unable to hold on, and the shell that was barely sticking to his body began to fall apart. Trembling slightly, in the end, even biting his lip, he couldn't control his emotions.
The young man's eyes turned from vicious to red, from red to wet, and finally, tears filled his eyelashes, and finally a tear slipped down from grievance, all this was only in a blink of an eye.
Xie Qingcheng didn't even have time to react, he was confused 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, he is more obedient than me, he knows how to ask for your care, I am no longer the only one who can understand you."
Xie Qingcheng didn't know what he was talking about for a while, and just looked at him with an umbrella.
He Yu was very sad, and there was some ferocity in his sadness.
"But Xie Qingcheng, if you have something to do, you have to be with him and take care of him in the hospital. You can call me in advance, can't you? You know I've been waiting...I've been waiting... "
How did Xie Qingcheng know that it was because of this that he was injured like this.
Xie Qingcheng is a person who is very independent, very career-oriented, and does not have much private life. Those who have been in contact with him in the past can also understand his thoughts very well.
Even if it was Li Ruoqiu, she understood long before the marriage that if Xie Qingcheng worked overtime, he would not check his phone, nor would he return his calls.
This is the first time that he has delayed calls and appointments because of dealing with patients, and he was made to care about his temper by the other party.
He felt helpless.
But faintly, there is also a feeling that I have never experienced before.
Only a child would care so "narrowly" about an invitation he promised him, and would not give in for any reason.This is undoubtedly willful, but in this willfulness, it seems that there is a boldness 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 by the way, tell him that Chen Man's illness has been cured, even after taking RN-13 , nor will each become spiritual Ebola.However--
"……Snapped!"
He Yu opened his hand heavily again.
"Don't touch me. If he's sick, he can call you over and let you stay with him for so long... What are you talking to him about? Xie Qingcheng? What do you have to talk about with him for so long before you can get it right? You are not his personal doctor, even if you know more about RN-13 than others, one or two hours will be enough to solve some problems in the past?" He Yu was really uncomfortable.
Love can throw young people off their feet.
He had acted so calmly in front of Chen Man before, but only he knew how worried he was.
Chen Man was attacked by RN-13, and Chen Man's elder brother died in order to investigate the death of Xie Qingcheng's parents...Compared with him, that policeman has more bargaining chips and can hold Xie Qingcheng in his footsteps .
And he has nothing...
Nothing.
"You know, can you promise me how happy I was when you went to the concert with me? I waited happily all day, I came here happily, I held the ticket, I always I've been waiting here for you. Then it got dark..." He Yu couldn't help sobbing, "It's dark..."
"Those people walked inside in twos and threes. The security guard came and asked me if I couldn't find the place to check the ticket. I said no, I was just waiting for someone. Then it rained, and he asked me to go inside. The performance has already started. I said you'd be here soon. I called you, but I couldn't get through."
Xie Qingcheng watched his emotions collapse like sand that had lost water.
He wanted to stop it, but He Yu wouldn't listen.
He Yu just wanted to finish what was stuffed 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 ever noticed what day it is today?"
Xie Qingcheng really didn't notice.
Many adults live to the end and don't pay much attention to the date. Unless there is something that must be done on a certain day, every day is the same.
Xie Qingcheng lives so mechanically.
He knew what he had faintly sensed at this moment. He looked down at his phone, and it was May 5 on the screen...
He raised his head suddenly: "He Yu, I..."
"One past zero, it's my 20th birthday."
He Yu had thick long eyelashes hanging down.
"Xie Qingcheng, the Xie Xue I was waiting for was fake, and the chocolate birthday cake was fake. It was also raining heavily that day. I waited in the villa until twelve o'clock. I just waited for myself A ridiculous delusion."
"it's dark."
"I don't know... I don't know if you are fake too."
He buried his face in the palm of his hand, the veins were bulging under the skin, his voice was desperate and tinged with madness, his whole body was like a rose soaked in blood, dangerous, terrifying, yet fragile and pitiful.
He Yu choked up and said, "I don't know if you are fake too! You never showed up! I can't get through to your phone...I can't wait for you...No one came to me...No one came to accompany me! I have nothing... 20 years... You have Chen Man, I am not the only one... I still have nothing!! Nothing!!"
He got to the end, almost hoarse.
Xie Qingcheng saw that he was still wearing the monitoring ring that he had given him on his wrist. The monitoring ring could have a soothing effect on the wearer's emotions, and at the same time, it could warn the wearer of 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 getting out of control.
The boy in front of him was like a trapped animal in a cage, moaning softly, and it was the first time that 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, and said to the patient who was supposed to be very dull to the five senses: "Xie Qingcheng...it seems to be empty here, but it hurts..."
Xie Qingcheng looked at the boy crying, and felt an indescribable feeling in his heart.
It looked like a scarred little dragon howling on the reef.
it's dying...
It looked like it was going to die of grief.
It is truly sad to death, lonely to death.
Xie Qingcheng stared at He Yu, he didn't know what to say, in front of such strong feelings, it seemed that no matter what he said was too pale.He walked over, just like He Yu once wanted to raise his hand to cover the invisible scar on his heart on New Year's Eve, to stop his dripping blood.
he walked over-
He also wanted to suppress He Yu's blood.
Both of them were people with old wounds.
The wound was deep, piercing straight to the heart.No one knows those scars, only they know each other.
He didn't understand why He Yu cared so much about Chen Man. In fact, Chen Man was always different from He Yu. In Xie Qingcheng's view, Chen Man was a younger brother, a friend, and a companion.
And what about He Yu?
Xie Qingcheng couldn't speak 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 take He Yu's place.
Xie Qingcheng, who was vaguely aware of this, was shocked in his heart. He had never thought carefully about what He Yu was in his eyes now.
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.
But 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 that Xie Qingcheng knows that he doesn't need any love at all now.
So, what is such a special person who cannot be replaced by anyone?
He didn't know, he was in a daze.
Xie Qingcheng was determined to step forward at this moment.He held the umbrella in one hand and raised it with the other—he knew the pain, the pain that was unique to mental Ebola patients, and it was more painful than cancer pain.It's called loneliness, it's called loneliness, it's called despair... At this moment, he finally took the initiative to hug He Yu.
Xie Qingcheng used his own hand to stick the broken heart of the demon dragon, and let the poisonous blood flow all over his palm.
He hugged him.
Xie Qingcheng said: "He Yu, it's true, not fake. I'm sorry."
"..."
"I'm sorry, I don't remember the date, I..." Xie Qingcheng really didn't know what to say, the old man was stubborn, his father, he had never coaxed his wife much before, let alone how to coax a young boy.
He could only hug He Yu like this, the rain hit the umbrella above their heads, and the wind blew through their clothes.
In the storm, he hugged him so tightly.
Canglong seemed to be using his body to curl up the sad and dying demon dragon.
He hugged the trembling boy in his arms, his voice was slightly hoarse.
"I'm sorry He Yu."
"..."
"Although the time has not come yet, I want to tell you... Happy 20th birthday to you."
He Yu's body trembled violently—
—
Happy birthday to you.
"He Yu, happy 16th birthday."
The storm, the flickering candlelight, Xie Xue holding the birthday cake with a smile, the bells ringing in the villa, I wish you a happy birthday... Happy birthday to you...
He Yu trembled uncontrollably.
fake.
Fake……!
nobody.No cake.no blessings.
In the room where the information was projected, he stripped away the truth, and he knew that everything was his self-protection given to him by his poor self-esteem.
Perhaps sensing his sickness, Xie Qingcheng hugged him with greater strength, as if this would allow He Yu to hear his heartbeat and touch his blood.
"I am here."
"……is fake……"
"It's real, not fake, not an illusion."
He Yu's voice became hoarse: "It's fake...it's fake...Xie Qingcheng never hugged me...he never hugged me, I begged him for so long, I begged him to hug me ...He is not willing...never willing to..."
He was hurt too deeply, and he had been covering it with painted skin before, but at this moment he was finally exposed in front of him, with blood intertwined.
"You are fake! It's an illusion!!"
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, ten seconds, or several minutes, He Yu found that he hadn't woken up from the dream.
Xie Qingcheng has not disappeared yet.
"..."
Slowly, he stopped telling the truth and telling lies, as if truth and falsehood were no longer important.
His trembling went 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, flickering... Slowly, the eyes of the devil closed, and the red light gradually extinguished, returning to a warm orange-yellow.
He Yu's tears fell on Xie Qingcheng's shoulders, he hugged him so hard, as if he wanted to crush Xie Qingcheng's bones and stab them into his body.
Immediately afterwards, he suddenly grabbed Xie Qingcheng's hand, not caring whether the umbrella was crooked or not, and whether the two of them would get caught in the rain.His expression was very complicated - viciousness, fanaticism, distortion, loss, hope, obsession...all intertwined.
Then he dragged Xie Qingcheng and walked towards the open-air parking lot behind the theater without saying a word.