Chapter 44: once

On the day he was leaving the He family, he saw in the eyes of that teenager, as if he saw something precious that did not belong to the patient.

But his heart is too hard, and not so sensitive to certain emotions, not to mention that he was still wrapped up in many things, there is little mind to carefully distinguish the emotions of a child. He then instinctively did not believe that those eyes were carrying feelings other than those of the doctor and patient.

He must go.

Yu He was indeed sacrificed by him, discarded by him.

It is a child that he has heartlessly let go of in the chaos of Ciyan Qin incident ......

That child was swept into the whirlpool by the backwash of illness, once looked at him with such a fixed look, eyes like a small claw to humans, trusting humans, but ultimately deceived by humans, was broken wings, spine broken claws of the young dragon. It is lying on the rock, wounded, small wings and claws are dried blood, but for the sake of the dragon's face, refused to say too much.

Yu He is a very self-respecting person, so he tried to restrain himself from saying -

"Qingcheng Xie, over the years, I have experienced many doctors who put me on medication, gave me injections, and looked at me like an independent patient. Only you are different."

"Because you're the only one who would treat me like I'm someone who should fit in. You told me that the shots and medication weren't the most important thing, that going to connect with others and building a strong heart was the only way I could hang in there."

"Dr. Xie, although I'm not too close to you, I ......"

"......"

"I ......"

"I thought you weren't just looking at me as a patient, you were also looking at me as a normal person with feelings."

With such high self-esteem, he was eventually forced to say something that bordered on childish.

"I have plenty of pocket money to-"

You can be hired.

I can keep you.

Can you please, don't go?

Can I stay.

Qingcheng Xie thought at that time, Yu He had such a strong reluctance, perhaps all because of Xue Xie, perhaps even Yu He himself also thought so.

But it's not.

As he closed his eyes and thought back on it all, it was as if he could feel Yu He as a child refusing to take his shots and medication, being carried on his shoulders, those hands going from struggling to obedient, just quietly ambling along, resting on his shoulders.

"Thank you doctor."

" Qingcheng Xie ."

The voice goes from tender, to hoarse at the stage of voice change.

Then later, it became a sentence containing sadness, but hardened by stubbornness and indifference -

"-- Qingcheng Xie , you are not sick, but you have no more heart than I do."

-- You have no heart ......

I'm not well yet, still so serious, why did you leave me behind ......

"Bang!" The ear-piercing sound of gunfire, the burst of blood, the blood that trickled into his palm, the teenager's cold penetrating pair of almond eyes in the darkness.

He said, Dr. Xie, so the truth is that ...... you have been pretending for so long, it is really hard for you.

Is this the look of the abandoned and hurt young dragon facing the human who tramples its innocence and eagerness underfoot?

The force and temperature on the shoulder seems to have disappeared there.

Qingcheng Xie closed his eyes.

Only the palm, as if still stained with the residual warmth of blood.

"It's very tiring, isn't it?"

Suddenly, there was a person talking behind him, the force on his shoulder returned, and a hand pressed in the same spot.

He opened his eyes at the Police station.

The person holding his shoulder is Jingfeng Zheng.

He was just lost in thought, in the chaos and busyness, thinking about the past with Yu He.

Now it is late at night, Qingcheng Xie sitting in the interrogation room, the young detective in front of him has spent more than an hour to finish all the records, he and Jingfeng Zheng said hello, pack up the information and walked out.

Although Qingcheng Xie is not a relative of Jingfeng Zheng, Jingfeng Zheng, after all, has a special relationship with his parents, or recused himself during the investigation, until which time he came to the questioning room.

"Smoke?" Jingfeng Zheng tries to talk to Qingcheng Xie.

"Good." Qingcheng Xie spoke tiredly.

Jingfeng Zheng handed him a cigarette and sat down opposite him. Qingcheng Xie lit the fire, biting the filter on the cigarette, and pushed the lighter on the table to him.

Taking a drag, he slowly lifted his weary eyes.

Jingfeng Zheng and him looked at each other. Although he knew the character of the man in front of him, Jingfeng Zheng was still touched by Qingcheng Xie's gaze at that moment.

It's too hard, too sharp.

Like a bayonet, like a rock, like his dead father and mother.

Or perhaps even more so. Because so much has happened, at this time to look at him again, in addition to physical exhaustion, these eyes are surprisingly not too many vulnerable emotions.

Jingfeng Zheng's hand, which was lighting his own cigarette, shook lightly.

"Why don't you say something."

Qingcheng Xie's voice is slightly muffled, which makes him at least slightly more like a normal person.

"You come in, you don't just sit around."

"...... because the reasoning that should be said I don't want to say, you know it all in your heart, but you still have to do it that way." Jingfeng Zheng sighed, "And, believe it or not, before I came in, I've been thinking about how to comfort you."

"......"

"But after coming in I found there wasn't much need for it." Old Zheng looked at Qingcheng Xie's almost heartless face at the moment.

Qingcheng Xie chewed on his cigarette and dragged it across the ashtray, taking it down from between his dry lips and knocking away the ashes.

"It's not necessary."

"But you know what? I look at you now and I think of something."

"What."

Jingfeng Zheng let out a long sigh: "I think of you as a child ......"

"......"

"The first time I saw you, you were still in elementary school. Your mother had a cold that day, and you volunteered to go to the cafeteria to help your mother with the food." Jingfeng Zheng rigid eyes covered with a layer of soft memories, "your mother likes to drink tomato and egg soup, you were not tall at the time, standing at the side of the soup bucket, can not reach the big spoon. I saw it, so I went over to help you ...... When you looked up and said thank you, I looked into your eyes, and I knew you were the child of Muying Zhou and Ping Xie without even being introduced."

"......"

"Later you often come to the office to do homework, tired of draping your parents' clothes on the table to sleep for a while, waiting for them to leave work. I have seen many people's children in the unit, and you are the one who talks the least and understands the most."

Jingfeng Zheng also exhaled a smoke ring, head tilted back, eyes chasing the smoke.

"I couldn't help but be curious later and asked your father how the boy was taught. He laughed and I said, no one cares about you, you are such a character yourself. I think old Xie is really enough to show off, not convinced, I ran to ask you, I do not know if you remember, I asked you then why you are so powerful ...... you showed me the award certificate of the sparring competition, just after the award that day." The old interrogator said, "Then you said ......"

Jingfeng Zheng : "You want to be a police officer."

Qingcheng Xie : "I want to be a police officer."

"......"

The words were spoken at the same time, and both were somewhat silent when they finished.

After a while, Jingfeng Zheng said, "When other children are asked about their ideals at that age, most of them have a vague idea. You are not. I can tell from the light in your eyes that you are serious. Probably because you had such a clear intention since you were a child, you always lived a more sober life than your peers and had clear goals."

Qingcheng Xie finished his cigarette and lit another one.

Jingfeng Zheng : "You should smoke less."

"It's okay." Qingcheng Xie said, "You go on."

Jingfeng Zheng sighs: "...... but your calmness at that time or calmness, are still like a normal person. I look at you now, and really, I'm quite worried for you. An ordinary person is unable to withstand such a degree of mental discipline as you, which will drive people crazy. Xiao Xie, you really don't have to be this tight."

"I don't feel tight and I don't feel tired." Qingcheng Xie said, "You don't have to think of some weakness out for me, I'm very used to the state I'm in. Weakness is something women should do, it has nothing to do with me."

Jingfeng Zheng was exasperated by his two sentences and got a headache, raised his hand and nodded at him: "You really have a problem with this male chauvinism. You need to change. Fortunately, the female comrades in our team are not here, otherwise you are handsome, you should be rolled by them, and I will think you deserve it, they rolled good. What old and broken ideas you have!"

Qingcheng Xie doesn't care about these things.

He fiddled with the cigarette filter: "It's time for the pleasantries to end. Team Zheng, let's get down to business."

"Which one is not a matter of business?" Jingfeng Zheng glared at him, "Let me ask you, is your life not a matter of business? Those messy videos outside Broadcasting Tower are not business? You are not looking at your phone, the Internet is now in an uproar, you are really good Qingcheng Xie, so an organization that you provoked specifically found your video for free delivery, do you think this is a matter of business? And the archive explosion when you and your little friend two people inside, yes, I do believe that the matter is the same as you two account, but the top can think so? Is that how the process works? You're still under investigation, and so is your little friend. Does that count as business? And, you-"

"How's his injury." Qingcheng Xie interrupted Zheng's team's rambling.

Old Zheng froze for a moment.

This is the first human sentence Qingcheng Xie has asked since he entered the room.

Qingcheng Xie is guilty to Yu He.

He rarely feels guilty about anything, especially this kind of person who is too young than him.

To put it bluntly, sometimes Qingcheng Xie looks at these youngsters, not quite like looking at a flesh-and-blood life.

It's not that he didn't treat them like people, but that he didn't take their feelings for him too seriously.

The same goes for Yu He.

Although Qingcheng Xie had spent so many years with him, and he had been the family's personal doctor from the time Yu He was seven to the time he was fourteen, Qingcheng Xie had never put Yu He on a level where he could have a normal conversation with himself.

He was always teaching Yu He what to do, and he never wanted to get anything from Yu He except one-sided instruction.

Much less did he feel he could get anything out of a teenager.

It was the first time that Qingcheng Xie noticed that Yu He had grown up. He has his own personal will, which he cannot ignore.

Qingcheng Xie thought of Yu He's cold eyes when he was leaving, and looked at his own dried blood, and for the first time, he was very clearly touched by Yu He's emotions other than those of the patients.

He asked again, "Team Zheng, how is he doing."

"That little friend of yours is on the wrong medication." Jingfeng Zheng shook his head, "Not a relative, not a friend, to accompany you into the archives."

"And you, how can you let him mess around with you. Doing something so dangerous with you."

"......" Qingcheng Xie lowered his eyelashes.

He was really confused, his whole being was torn by nineteen years of pain, his consciousness was fragmented, he went to the archives with Yu He thinking only that the organization that killed his parents might have an answer today, he didn't even realize that in fact this act had been too risky.

It was not until the moment Yuzhu Lu took the gun out that he came to his senses.

Unfortunately, it's already too late.

"You should be glad that Yuzhu Lu won't use a gun, otherwise you both should die in there. Even if you don't die, how will you face his parents when he does?"

Speaking of which, Jingfeng Zheng scratched his head, annoyed to death: "Speaking of which, he is also Jiwei He's son, you really fucking good, Jiwei He's son you also dare to take the use. His parents' phone calls all called our leaders over there, asking what is going on, fortunately only hit the arm, not yet hurt the bone. Otherwise I see you - I see you -"

He hit Qingcheng Xie with his finger in the air a few times.

"I'll see how you end up!"

"......" Qingcheng Xie closed his eyes.

Jiwei He actually called him a few times, but he didn't think of anything to say, so he didn't answer.

Later Jiwei He messaged him and he said, " Why would Yu He do such a thing with you?"

This is what Qingcheng Xie did not know.

Perhaps because Yu He really looked up to his philosophy from the beginning, seven years of companionship made Yu He feel that their relationship might be more than just a thin one between doctor and patient.

But now-

After those videos were broadcast.

It no longer matters what the original answer was.

Yu He's eyes were cold when he left, as cold as when they first met, even colder than when they first met, like looking at a liar.

If you think about it, Yu He has never looked like that before, even if he said he hated him.

He never showed that kind of look to anyone, ever.

Even when the onset, bloodthirsty and rampant, ruthless, but all his venting is also directed at himself, all the damage he has chosen to internal consumption.

Qingcheng Xie is the first person he has ever plucked out with that horrible look.

"Alas, well, well, now that little friend of yours is no big deal, and you should not think too much about it." Jingfeng Zheng misunderstood Qingcheng Xie's silence, hands folded on the desk, his tone slightly eased down, "He is the same as you, the procedures to go through, the investigation should be investigated. His parents' side, we will first explain clearly, the follow-up should not come to apologize, you can see for yourself."

"...... hmm." Qingcheng Xie was distracted and finished his second cigarette.

He's going to get the third one.

The cigarette case was held down by Jingfeng Zheng.

"Do you want your lungs? Smoke smoke, have you smoked like this, huh? When you were a kid, you hated people smoking, how did you get it now."

Qingcheng Xie : "I'm annoyed."

"You can't smoke like that even if it bothers you."

"......"

"I fucking know you're annoyed today, I'm also annoyed headache, my grandson has a fever of 39 degrees in the hospital and I don't have time to call back." Jingfeng Zheng flexed his fingers and knocked on the table, "Bear with it! Wait for me to finish the matter with you!"

Qingcheng Xie sighed: "...... line, you say."

"I listened to you on the monitor when you were dictating, and I believe all of what you said. But I'm telling you ......" Jingfeng Zheng spoke here, his eyes flickered a little, just now the hard tone also for some reason loosened, "you can not hold too much hope."

"By my guess, Yuzhu Lu's death was already planned a long time ago, and she was the one left behind by that organization of theirs to 'hoodwink' the crime. For this reason they also left behind some evidence and clues that could put the direct perpetrators of these murders tonight on her, and the three evidences are complete and meet the conditions to close the case."

"Today this thing is too big, you know the bigger the thing, the more need to have an account as soon as possible. The people working below are not stupid, indeed, know that many details on the existence of large loopholes, but certain people above, can not withstand too much pressure, the evidence chain is complete, they may not be a detailed investigation, and even desperately want to be able to close immediately."

Qingcheng Xie could not smoke, so he was playing with the lighter, making it click and clack.

"And there's an umbrella over it, isn't there."

The knife-edge gaze lifted.

"I don't know which one it is and how big it is, but since they dare to do this, they have this umbrella in place."

Jingfeng Zheng : "...... you don't ask me, I don't know a fucking thing."

"It's true that I shouldn't ask you." Qingcheng Xie leaned back in his chair.

This is a police station, what can Jingfeng Zheng say? What's more, if he really knew which umbrella was, he would still be sitting here frozen like this?

"Actually, they have a very clear purpose for this operation tonight." Jingfeng Zheng said, "First, to clean up the traces of the archives."

"Secondly, the reason for making such a big fuss is that they see people like Yong Zhang, who are not very sticky to their organization because of their weak character, potentially defecting to the police. The Broadcasting Tower death game tonight, they are making an example of the 'Yong Zhang's'. So that they know that they can kill under the eyes of the police, even if they have the police tracking them. They are deterring all of their partners and underlings."

"Third, they want to wrap up the Kang Cheng affair by throwing out the dead soldier Yuzhu Lu and perhaps other scapegoats afterwards. They are taking advantage of the psychology of some of us who want to minimize the impact and close the case quickly to put an end to the whole thing. The following even if the police want to trace down, it is only their personal action, a single force. ...... I don't rule out the possibility that there is indeed a big ghost inside."

Jingfeng Zheng said this and returned his attention to Qingcheng Xie.

"But what I can't figure out is the last thing."

Qingcheng Xie actually knew which one he was referring to, but he still asked, "What."

"Why did they play those videos of you at the end."

"......"

I'm afraid the video was released because the other side had already known through some means that the people who interfered with Yuzhu Lu were him and Yu He, which could be guessed by stealing part of the school's surveillance.

The fact that the other side used this approach to make Yu He no longer available to Qingcheng Xie says one thing -

This organization already knew that Yu He had a mental illness.

He is also aware that Qingcheng Xie was his personal physician.

This matter is little known, Jingfeng Zheng does not know, even Xue Xie does not know, Qingcheng Xie worked for the He family for so many years, all the external talk is related to Jiwei He's drug company project.

Qingcheng Xie had thought in this direction, for a moment he even suspected Jiwei He, but this idea is really some absurd. Jiwei He is Yu He's father, also once gave Qingcheng Xie quite a lot of help, he would not do such a thing.

Qingcheng Xie also realized that in fact Yu He has mental illness this matter, can not be considered a brick wall of secrets, so many servants of the He family, more or less know some, many people, in fact, it is difficult to rely on this point to lock to a certain part of the population. The other side also has hackers who go in and out of major information sites like nobody's business.

"I asked you a question, Xiao Xie." Jingfeng Zheng saw that he was lost in thought again and scratched his hair in annoyance.

"I'm not sure." Qingcheng Xie still hasn't told Jingfeng Zheng about Yu He's illness, "probably because he monitored me for blocking Yuzhu Lu and wanted to teach me a lesson."

Jingfeng Zheng lifted his eyes and stared at him with disbelief.

Qingcheng Xie looked back at Lao Zheng without blinking.

Finally Jingfeng Zheng sighed, "Very well. Then they have achieved their goal."

He pushed his phone to Qingcheng Xie: "Take a look at it yourself."

The Internet has exploded, for one thing, because Qingcheng Xie's remarks were really mean and inappropriate, touching the pain points of many people, and also bringing Professor Ciyan Qin with them.

The second is because such a criminal organization, after the handkerchief throwing killing game, actually deliberately played an old video related to Qingcheng Xie, this video has long been circulating on the Internet, but so many years there are not many people watching, a few hundred hits are not, it can not be the other organization think Qingcheng Xie handsome to put him up. The video is also not known for its role in distracting the hacker Yu He, who was at Qingcheng Xie's side at the time, so there is speculation that Qingcheng Xie and the mastermind of this terrorist case will have a connection.

The company's main business is to provide a wide range of services and services to the public.

"Is it nice?" Jingfeng Zheng is again helpless, but also hate Qingcheng Xie does not listen to his advice, the feelings are complicatedly entangled, and in the end actually with a bit of elders taunt.

At this time, his disciples were calling him outside, Jingfeng Zheng got up, patted Qingcheng Xie's shoulder and sighed: "Really good, the stars are not as handsome as you. But it's a pity how your mouth is so negative. You were on some kind of disorienting drug, I don't believe you could say something like that. What's wrong with you?"

"...... didn't happen."

"What do you mean nothing is going on? Is that you? Can I still not fucking understand you? If you don't explain clearly before it's too late, you see what the consequences will be, now the public opinion has-"

"Do you think you know me well Zheng team?" Qingcheng Xie looked at him, "Those are the words of my heart."

"Bullshit heart, I know you and your parents two generations together for more than 40 years, I still can not know you ......"

However, Qingcheng Xie's eyes, Jingfeng Zheng's tone eventually softened: "...... forget it. You do not want to say even if! I also do not force you, anyway, you want to do the thing head broken blood no one can stop, convinced you, okay?"

"......"

"You get some rest. When you're well rested, go see that little friend of yours."

You can see that this is the last thing Jingfeng Zheng chose to say to him: "I don't know why, but he kept running a high fever, but the wound was treated promptly and didn't get infected."

Qingcheng Xie looked up, fingers imperceptibly clenched.

-- Inexplicable high fever is one of the symptoms of Yu He's psychotic Ebola attack. Then he ......

"But I don't know if he's willing to see you, he seems to be in a bad mood, in addition to the necessary answer nothing more to say." Jingfeng Zheng sighed, "...... others have gone to the hospital, turn back to your own contact to see it."