Chapter 24: He came into my hotel room

"Yesterday night, the residents of the suburban Golden Magnolia Garden heard two gunshots, residents called the police to the scene and found the bodies of a man and a woman in a deserted old mansion. The female deceased Yi Mou Ting, 52, and the male deceased Liang Mou Yong, 26. The two were mother and son, respectively the wife and son of Chengkang Mental Hospital director, Jicheng Liang."

"Police find suicide note in old house, both linked to Kang Cheng case, suspected suicide by fear ......"

At dusk on the weekend, Qingcheng Xie was sitting on the high-speed train and saw this tweet.

He frowned slightly and clicked in.

The story is not long, as is often the case with such things, the more serious the matter, the fewer the words.

Jicheng Liang has a wife and son ......

He remembered that that day at Kang Cheng Hospital, the little nurse who received them did make a remark that Jicheng Liang had a wife and children, and it was this remark that made Yu He immediately realize that the "Jicheng Liang" Xue Xie met was a fake.

Did those two all people commit suicide ......

Qingcheng Xie felt slightly uncomfortable about the incident, but he is not a police officer after all, plus the content of the report is too little, not even a mosaic picture, want to think deeply also have no clue to think deeply.

He then turned off his cell phone, sighed softly, and the fire on the rooftop of Kang Cheng Hospital that day seemed to be in front of his eyes again.

Lanpei Jiang was laughing hysterically, saying that no one had found her in twenty years and remembered her.

She wants to turn into a fierce ghost and make the whole of Kang Cheng a hell.

Is this a kind of karmic reincarnation in the underworld?

"Hello, your train G12xxxx will arrive at Hang City Station in 10 minutes, please take your belongings with you and prepare to get off. Thank you for your ride. The train will be arriving at Hang City Station."

The sound of the announcement of the high-speed rail group pulled Qingcheng Xie back from his contemplation.

He and the neighboring seat said sorry, in the little girl red face in the avoidance of the aisle with the gift box, waiting to get off. Kang Cheng case after all has passed, he did not think more into Jicheng Liang's wife and children's affairs.

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The drama Yu He took is a small budget web drama.

The writer is new, the director is new, the actors are new ...... because the investment is so small, so the people are new and the props are old.

The newcomers also have the good thing about the newcomers, everyone is inexperienced, their faces are not yet smoked out of the wine table smoke, the soles of their shoes are not yet stained with mud, most people's hearts are only wrapped in a thin chest, take a look at each other, not to say how real, but at least not completely fake. According to Xue Xie, the overall atmosphere is not bad.

When I arrived at the set by cab, it was the last scene before dinner.

Before Qingcheng Xie arrived, Xue Xie was greeted by the crew on the set, and when he arrived, he was naturally taken to sit by the director's monitor to wait for someone and see the scene.

Yu He is shooting.

To be honest, Qingcheng Xie did not know what group Yu He had joined before he came. After reading for half a day probably know that this is a dog's blood badly cheesy youth school romance story.

Yu He in the drama is a male cannon fodder who has quietly liked the female lead for many years, a capitalist, which does match his own temperament, and the scene is shot exactly when the capitalist confesses his love and is rejected by the female lead, and then leaves alone.

The scene to shoot in the rainstorm, after all, 50 cents investment in the play, the group even the director's great aunt and grandmother are pulled on, artificial rainfall can naturally be saved. The stingy producer encountered the God-given rain, they began to pull the actors to repeatedly toss.

Yu He then repeated the scene of high emotional outburst in the heavy rain -

Although not from a related profession and a first time performer, Yu He has controlled this relationship very well.

It's not like acting, but rather a rampant outpouring of private feelings.

Qingcheng Xie felt very surprised, in fact, not only he was surprised, in the temporary built out of the awning, all the people in front of the monitor were surprised.

"Wow, this little handsome guy he's really not studying acting ......" the staff member asked in a super low voice as he rolled the script into a small microphone.

By the time a whole shot was finished, it was completely dark.

The poor forced crew built a simple shed next to the actors to rest and change clothes, Yu He finished filming and went inside, half a day without movement.

Qingcheng Xie sent him a message, and it took about ten minutes before a small assistant lifted the curtain and ran to the shed where Qingcheng Xie was waiting, holding a large black carbon umbrella, and invited him inside.

The shed is very narrow, only a white plastic outdoor table, a few chairs.

When Qingcheng Xie enters, Yu He is sitting on one of the chairs, rubbing his hair. When he heard the movement, he lifted the curtain and looked at Qingcheng Xie.

This glance was a bit surprising to Qingcheng Xie.

He thought Yu He would be in bad shape, just now such a hysterical heavy emotional scene, even the staff in the studio will be more or less affected, silently dropping a few drops of cat urine, but I did not expect that Yu He after the scene is indifferent, but also coolly wearing Bluetooth headphones listening to music, slender left hand resting on the table, fingertips loose tapping the beat, the whole is not a person.

He looked even more mentally normal than when we met at the hospital earlier.

"Xue Xie and I said you would come." Yu He took off one side of the headset and threw it on the table.

He even smiled at Qingcheng Xie: "Allergies okay?"

Qingcheng Xie's heart was slightly relieved: "I'll be damned if I'm not."

Glancing at Yu He's phone screen: "What are you looking at?"

"News." Yu He said, " Chengkang Mental Hospital's follow-up. Jicheng Liang's wife and son died last night, and reports say it's a suspected suicide. You saw it too, right?"

Qingcheng Xie responded.

Yu He smiles: "This kind of person also has a wife and son ...... and someone has liked him."

Qingcheng Xie did not hear the gloom in his words, and threw the gift box of specialties Xue Xie had asked him to bring in Yu He's arms.

" Xue Xie for you."

Yu He held this heavy weight for a moment and said, "Thank you."

Qingcheng Xie, who had accepted it with peace of mind, stood in the shed for a while and asked, "Let's not talk about Jicheng Liang, but about you. Why do you suddenly want to act?"

"I wanted to experiment a little more. It just happened to come across the opportunity and the role was one I liked."

Qingcheng Xie nodded, pulled a chair over and sat down, lit a cigarette with his hand.

But before the fire could be lit, Yu He said, "Can you stop smoking?"

"......"

Having grown up seeing his parents' guests swallowing smoke, Yu He has an inexplicable resistance to smoking.

Qingcheng Xie then put the cigarette back in the box, but the teeth subconsciously bit the lip, which is a very addictive action.

Yu He looked at him, "You didn't used to smoke."

"...... hmm."

"When did it start?"

Qingcheng Xie seemed to be silent, but also seemed to be thinking, and finally lifted his eyes and said faintly, "I forgot."

The man paused and didn't seem to want to continue the conversation, so he looked across the plastic easy table at the boy across from him, "You did act well. I thought you got into the scene."

Yu He tongue against the back of the teeth, and then a light smile, he is often smiling, no matter good or bad mood, cloudy or sunny, smile for him is not an expression of emotions, but almost condensed into a kind of socially customary when he wears a false face, is a random spray of hallucinogens, very compelling, so that people can not see his true heart.

"No, I'm not that stupid. Acting something someone else made up, who would take it seriously."

"So how do you act."

"It's the same as lying. Haven't I been disguising myself all these years?" Yu He eyes on Qingcheng Xie, the voice is so soft that only the other person can barely hear, "I have a disease. But I pretend to be a normal person."

"......"

Yu He said, leaning back, lazily playing with the headphones on the table.

The headphones were spinning on the table as if he was a gyroscope.

Qingcheng Xie said, "I thought you had encountered something and ran out to act in order to vent your emotions."

Yu He tilted his head and looked towards Qingcheng Xie: "Was I that good?"

"It's okay. How are the burns on your wrists?"

Yu He subconsciously touched his wrist, but quickly let go again.

He showed Qingcheng Xie openly, casually, almost unconcernedly.

"It's fine, but it's needed for filming, can't have that many scars. Did some treatment."

The makeup is made for him to do the treatment is in his hands painted some exquisite tattoos, mostly some Sanskrit. Zen solemnity and tattoos confused entanglement, but also in line with the role of that introverted and cold temperament.

Yu He asked, "Does it look good?"

"It's hard to look at. It's even uglier with your school uniform."

"No tattoos in high school, will reapply later when dressing up, find a way to cover." Yu He said, "Are you staying for the show later? It is estimated to shoot until quite late."

"Do not look, you wear the school uniform look I have seen almost ten years, eyes are calloused."

But even though he didn't watch it, Qingcheng Xie asked, "What are you playing tonight?"

"An exam play." Yu He said, smiling a little mockingly, "There really isn't much to see. Why don't you carry these things to the hotel for me and I'll give you my room card. ...... Are you staying at the crew hotel today? I don't want to stay even though, I'll bring it back myself after the play."

Qingcheng Xie looked at the arrangement information Xue Xie had sent him earlier.

"I live in 8062."

"Then it's next door to me."

Qingcheng Xie responded and confirmed that Yu He was not ill, so he took the room card Yu He handed him and got up to go back to rest, after all, he had to get up early tomorrow to catch the shuttle back to class.

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Qingcheng Xie did not find anything unusual when he swiped his card to enter Yu He's room.

The room matched the temperament of a college boy, with several pieces of unwashed clothes thrown on the bed, a basketball in the corner, a few pairs of sneakers, and two books on the table.

Qingcheng Xie put the snack box next to Yu He's desk, then went back to his room next door and took a shower. When he was wearing the hotel's snow-white loose bathrobe, drying his hair while walking to the writing desk, his cell phone suddenly rang.

The call came from Man Chen.

"Brother Xie. I came to see you in your dorm, why aren't you here today?"

"I'm in Hang City."

Man Chen was stunned: "You're just getting well, what are you doing in Hang City?"

"Seeing a patient."

"...... what patient ah ...... you are not a doctor for a long time?"

Qingcheng Xie lit a cigarette, now it is always possible to smoke: "A little kid, and you are about the same size. ...... is a little smaller than you."

Man Chen on the other end of the line paused for a few seconds for some reason.

Then very abruptly asked, "Male female? Brother, why do you still make a point of running over."

Qingcheng Xie smoked a cigarette and thought he was baffled, but said: "Male, his father and I have some relationship, his illness before and I am looking at. Otherwise I don't care. You ask so many why."

Man Chen's tone was inexplicably lighter again as he smiled, "I was just asking."

"...... What did you want to see me about at my school?"

"Oh, my mom made some bald butter and I thought I'd send it over to you, it's especially good with noodles."

"You can put Xue Xie there."

Man Chen was shocked: "No way! She's such a good eater, she won't leave anything for you. Forget it, let's wait until you come back."

"...... That's fine."

"Brother, you sound quite tired, you take a good rest, then, I'll leave you alone ......"

Qingcheng Xie lazily: "Hmm."

He hung up the phone without being polite to Man Chen.

Man Chen this child was not so clinging to him, his own brother left, he was depressed for a long time, the Qingcheng Xie often go to see him, then Man Chen recovered, also from time to time to Qingcheng Xie home, running to the Qingcheng Xie are tired of him, he stopped a little.

But Man Chen was right, he was really a little tired after a long day of running around, so he just put on his robe and rested in bed with his eyes closed for a while.

When he woke up, he looked at the electronic clock on his desk and saw that it was 11:10 pm.

At this point Yu He should have been back for a while, just that he was too deep in sleep just now and did not notice any outside noises.

He had no choice but to leave tomorrow morning, and Yu He was early for the play, so I didn't know if I could meet him, so Qingcheng Xie thought about it, picked up the thin card on the table, and went to Yu He's room next door, at least to return the card to him first.

Knocked on the door a few times, but no movement.

Qingcheng Xie thought of Yu He repeatedly shooting back and forth in the rainstorm in the evening, guessing that the boy had fallen asleep from exhaustion. He dropped his hand and leaned down with the intention of pushing the room card through the bottom of the doorway and sending a message to Yu He that he would see when he woke up the next day.

But before his fingertips could push the room card in, Qingcheng Xie suddenly realized that...

The light in Yu He's room is on.

The light was not very bright, and only a floor lamp was on, but the light inside could still be confirmed very clearly through the gap under the door.

Qingcheng Xie's heart jolted for no reason, and he got up to knock on the door louder: " Yu He, are you in there? I came to return your room card."

No answer.

Qingcheng Xie took out his cell phone and played Yu He's number, and a short while later, Yu He's cell phone rang from a door away.

Qingcheng Xie, who was very uneasy about Yu He's condition, knocked twice on the door at last and then raised his voice toward the closed taupe door, " Yu He, if you don't make a sound, I'll swipe my card and come in."

"......"

"Did you hear that?"

Still no response.

Qingcheng Xie put the half-used card on the induction strip, and with a soft tick, the door opened.

The house was drawn with heavy curtains and the room smelled very strongly of alcohol.

Qingcheng Xie immediately had a bad feeling.

His eyes swept around the bedroom, then in the corner he saw the boy who had shrunk himself into a ball.

The worst guesses came true at this point, and Qingcheng Xie was furious: "...... you!"

Like a small dragon in a cage, the boy moved without much reaction.

Qingcheng Xie finally saw the truth beneath his disguise - his instincts were not wrong, Yu He did not come to the set to save the day for no reason, he was really in the wrong state and needed to vent his emotions.

In fact, Yu He has been sick since he knew that Xue Xie liked Dongheng Wei, but it was not the most serious case and he was able to restrain himself.

After he perceived that he was not right, he immediately went to the hospital and prescribed medication, and later went to the crew to rehearse. But every day during the day he can pretend to be calm in front of people, as soon as the night alone, can not restrain, in order to keep the condition from worsening, he brought the medicine are messy to eat down, the heart is still a little blocked, and drank wine. So Qingcheng Xie into the house, see is full of scattered bottles of wine, and medicine boxes.

Yu He is taking drugs indiscriminately.

Qingcheng Xie made it a point to talk to Jiwei He before she resigned about the importance of strict control of medications, and that if these medications also failed, Yu He's condition would deteriorate again and he would have to be sent to a hospital for physical control.

He didn't even say "treatment".

Just like those seen at Chengkang Mental Hospital - control, restraints, electric shocks, confinement - nothing works to heal, only to reduce him to an evil beast, shackled and muzzled, unable to harm others. No harm can come to others.

Yu He will be completely crazy.

Doctors can't see patients trampling on themselves, Qingcheng Xie walked towards Yu He, with some anger in his tone: "...... Yu He."

"......"

" Yu He ."

"......"

" Yu He!"

The boy finally moved, the pair of beautiful almond eyes turned under the thick and slender eyelashes, slowly moved to the floor lamp glow, that still draped in a bathrobe Qingcheng Xie body.

"It's you."

Then without waiting for Qingcheng Xie to respond, he leaned his head on the bedside table and gently, "Tch, my God ...... what are you doing in here."

"......"

"I'm just too tired from work, I drank some wine, there's nothing wrong, you go away."

Alcohol kept his bloodthirsty violence under control, but made him dizzy, and the ever-smart youth couldn't make up any decent lies at this moment, and in fact, he was too tired to make them up.

"Go away and don't meddle."

In response to the pain in his wrist and the pulling force of a man, he was pulled up and thrown onto the sofa chair without looking back, and in the blur of his vision, Yu He only saw the familiar grim face of Qingcheng Xie.

A pair of peach blossom eyes.

Yu He, like being stabbed, suddenly turned his face away, his gaze straightened sideways to stare at the corner of a decorative painting of an unrelated innocent entry. The hotel kitsch Van Gogh starry sky, distorted night, chaotic stars.

His nasal voice was heavy, and his voice tried its best to be calm, but it already rang out, " Qingcheng Xie , I said I'm fine, what are you still doing here. You care even if you are drunk?"

Qingcheng Xie said, "You think I want to care about you, look at what you are like now."

"......"

Yu He didn't bother to pay attention to him and raised his hand to cover his eyelids.

It was at this time that Qingcheng Xie saw his wrist clearly through the dim floor light--

The tattoo has been washed away, the make-up artist used to cover up the foundation also no longer exists, exposed on the wrist of the youth, is a deep, soon after the scar.

Qingcheng Xie's heart sank at once.

"You fucking slit your wrists again!"

"What do you care! It's not like your wrists were slit!"

Qingcheng Xie really wants to leave him alone.

But thinking about mental Ebola and what Jiwei He had said to him before, Qingcheng Xie gritted his teeth and said, "Okay. I won't argue with you. I won't argue with you, okay?"

With that he went over to Yu He's desk, and there was a box on it, a pill box.

"Hurry up and eat these for me."

Returning from his desk, Qingcheng Xie brought a large glass of hot water and two of his reselected, sedative pills. He handed them to Yu He, who was still sitting on the floor with his hands on his knees.

Yu He tilted his face away.

"Do you want to eat it yourself or should I harden it in for you?"

"......"

"Eat up. Eat it and I'll fucking leave you alone."

I really don't want to make a mess in front of him again, besides Yu He drank too much wine, more or less dizzy. He finally lifted his eyes sickly, took the pills from Qingcheng Xie's hand, and took them with a glass of water.

"Are you done eating, can you go now?"

Qingcheng Xie is not a gentleman who can't keep his word, he grabbed Yu He's wrist: "Sit down."

Yu He grimaced and tried to pull his hand back.

Qingcheng Xie : "Sit still for me."

"Didn't you say you'd leave me alone after I took my medicine?" Yu He leaned his head back against the wall, his throat knot twitching up and down.

Qingcheng Xie did not reply to him.

Yu He closed his eyes, "...... you let me just be quiet by myself, okay?"

The youth's long eyelashes rustled and fluttered, and the knot in his throat rolled up and down.

"Leave me alone."

He really seems to be disillusioned, a dying fish will flop and jump when there is still a desire to live, and now he seems to be at the mercy of God, just waiting for the last breath of oxygen to leak out of his chest.

Qingcheng Xie clutched his wrist and looked at him with downcast peach blossom eyes, very stern: "What happened to you?"

"......"

Qingcheng Xie: "You are a mental patient, there is nothing to be ashamed of, it is the disease that is wrong not you. After seven years Yu He, I thought you would stop avoiding treatment. That's how you belittle yourself."

"......" Yu He's wrist is still grasped, just tilting his head and frowning, he feels his heart beating more and more confined under the catalyst of alcohol and drugs, so fast that it almost makes him panic.

Qingcheng Xie's hand was clasped around him, as if he were taking his pulse.

To see through and pierce his mind and lesions that he tried so hard to hide, just as he did countless times before.

Yu He vaguely realized that this would not work, he instinctively began to struggle, wrist to pull out of Yu He's palm, the two pulled hard, Yu He's intoxication deepened, he finally leaned back against the wall behind him, tilted his head, gasping for breath, chest heaving.

"Qingcheng Xie, you won't let go, will you?"

The boy tilted his head, and then turned around when his eyes were bloodshot, half because of drunkenness, half because of hate, he sneered: "Yes, I am unhappy, I am upset, I can't control myself, everything is like you said, you predicted all right, satisfied? To see the joke and watch?"

Qingcheng Xie sunken face: "You think you joke how good, I watch you for your father, is afraid that something will happen to you."

"You're afraid something will happen to me?" Yu He was almost sarcastic, red-eyed, "Our doctor-patient relationship is over, what are you looking at for him? Did he pay you to look after him? My dad he prostituted you for nothing and you did it too!"

After Yu He said this, he fiercely jerked his hand, this time finally pulling his wrist out from the palm of Qingcheng Xie who was slightly distracted.

Qingcheng Xie didn't know the meaning of white prostitutes in young people's mouths nowadays, so he was momentarily annoyed and reprimanded sternly: "What are you talking about? What whoring? He is your father! Like you do not say!"

"You listen to my father so much, what are you doing to his face, then you go to him, let him give you salary before, I can not afford to hire you anyway." Yu He was a little drunk and depressed, sneering, staring at Qingcheng Xie , "You really must care, I can only whoring you, whoring means not paying, Dr. Xie, are you willing?"

"......"

Qingcheng Xie looked into Yu He's eyes.

Wet, hollow, self-deprecating, mocking his ...... even if that thick deep eyelashes cover, even if the surrounding light dim as it is, the eyes can still convey the mixed emotions. Yu He tilted his neck, sideways cheeks, the end of his eyes seemed to be parked with tears, but also seemed to have nothing.

He just leaned back, looked at him askance, and asked him.

"That's no fun, huh, Qingcheng Xie? Not willing, right?"

"What's the point of being nosy ......?"

"A slashed wrist won't kill you, just let me vent my frustrations in peace, okay? I've done my best, I didn't kill anyone, I didn't set fire to myself, I fucking hurt myself, okay? What am I doing to you guys by being depressed? Do you all want to fucking kill me? That's enough!"

Yu He's brain is getting more and more chaotic, his consciousness is passing at a speed visible to the naked eye, he usually doesn't talk too much to Qingcheng Xie, and only when he gets drunk does he become irritable and talkative.

Qingcheng Xie just looked down at him, listened to him for a while, and then--

He suddenly raised his hand and covered Yu He's eyes.

The eyes were obscured, Yu He was stunned, a grip on Qingcheng Xie's wrist - the force he used was not light, but his voice was soft, almost a whisper.

" Qingcheng Xie ." He was blindfolded by him, the lips exposed under the palm of his hand opened and closed, "What do you want?"