It was getting late, and I thought about cooking a meal for Zhou Zhenan, who had a bad stomach, in case he spoiled his body again, and when he opened the refrigerator, he was out again. While teaching Gu Liang in his mind that he didn't know how to be flexible, I asked him to take off his makeup and rest, while I went downstairs to buy groceries.

When I came back, there was silence in the house, which made me a little strange. Did Zhou Zhenan sleep? I walked to the bedroom. He curled up in the quilt into a dark blue fluffy mountain bag, which I thought was cute. But when he got closer, his eyes were closed, his face was abnormally red, and his forehead was wet with sweat.

Did you have a nightmare? Or did you have a fever? I reached out to probe, and the moment I touched his forehead, he almost jumped in shock. The eyes were opened, not as bright as before, but extremely deep and dark. His eyelashes were still trembling and wet, his face was wary and nervous, and his lips were quivering unnaturally.

"Anan, what's wrong?" I asked him gently, "having a nightmare?"

He shook his head in horror, but he didn't speak, which looked a little scary. Suddenly, he paused, stunned, and tears flowed down his eyes. Little by little, then a broken cry, then a low roar with gritted teeth, and finally a howl, shaking all over. Hysterical, crying breathlessly.

He couldn't control his emotions and struggled to turn away from me. Leave me with a tattered trembling back. I was really scared, I remember him as sunny and warm, always smiling. Took me into his arms, ruffled my hair, and laughed. Or out of nowhere, they popped up from behind me, patted me on the left shoulder, and then went around to the right and laughed at me. Or he took my hand on a cool night, his hand was dry and warm all the time, which reassured me.

I hesitated to take his hand, his palm cold and damp. There is no strength to cling to my palm.

"What's wrong, Anan. "I steadied myself and reassured him first.

"I can't do anything, I'm so bad. He sobbed.

"There's no such thing. I said softly, "You're just not in a good mood today, aren't you?" I took his hand and put it in front of my forehead, and I rubbed his hand lightly with my forehead. In the past, when I was coquettish with him, I used to do this, and he would always let me get my wish.

This time I miscalculated, Zhou Zhenan's dark eyes were aimed at me, but my appearance was not reflected in my pupils. He just sat there, his soul cut off from the world. I stretched out my hand and shook it in front of him, but he didn't move.

I panicked, took out my mobile phone and called Hou Yong: "The person you asked to check last time, he has an accident now." ”

"What's wrong?" he sounds in the background as his wife and daughter talk and laugh softly, just in the evening when they share family time.

"Broke down, at first it was crying, then now ignoring people and not reacting to my actions. He sat motionless on the bed. ”

"What else is there?"

"Trembling, hot face, cold hands, sweaty. "I tried to observe, but I couldn't concentrate on the phone. I was scared, and I wanted to rush over and hug him and cry together, hoping that he would give me a little reaction.

Hou Yong pondered for a while: "I can't say this well, I'm not a doctor in this area, I personally suggest that you find out the reason why he became like this first, and then I can help you ask my colleagues." "I don't remember if I said yes, anyway I put down the phone.

"Anan, Anan. "I called him softly, hoping to regain his attention, but failed.

So I jumped out of bed, hoping to find a clue from his house. I guess six hours of recording and then failing really put a lot of pressure on him. He is a man with a very sense of responsibility, sometimes he is too serious, for fear of causing a little trouble to others, and this six-hour hard work is in vain, and it must be regarded as a heinous crime in his world. But I don't think it's original sin, there must be something else. Because the Zhou Zhenan I know has never been defeated so easily.

I walked into his studio and saw the mess of scratch paper he had drawn, and I saw it at a glance. The patterns scribbled by the black pen and the scribbled handwriting look strange and scary. Through simple but strange strokes, I touched his secret soft heart, the dilemma of writing songs and falling into a bottleneck, the pain of the departure of his mentor and best friend, the confusion of being forced to face death, the confusion of being asked to hide by me, and the self-rejection and incomprehension of this sick self. It turned out that it was like this that oppressed this man's heart day and night.

Yes, he became famous at a young age, and now he is only 25 years old. Boys of the same age still have countless opportunities for trial and error, but he has been burdened with the reputation of precociousness for many years, and he always walks alone. Although I returned to him, I could not relieve him of the loneliness of his heart.

There was movement in the bedroom, and I hurried back again. Zhou Zhenan curled up in the quilt, like a fledgling that had broken its shell prematurely, shivering from the cold air. I peeled off the quilt, and he was still wearing a hoodie and hat, which he especially liked because it seemed to give him a unique sense of security. I took off his hat, and he hugged his head in pain.

I hurriedly asked him, "What's wrong?"

He thumped his head, didn't speak, shook his head and nodded.

I didn't dare to ask, so I had to wait until he was willing to talk to me. This time, he cried like a milk voice, and said sullenly: "Liuliu doesn't want me anymore." He thumped his head in frustration.

He called me Liuliu again, and I was full of sadness. Hurriedly pulled away his hand: "I didn't want you, am I not here?"

"You're not Liuliu, you're Jiang Ji, Jiang Ji doesn't want me, Jiang Ji doesn't listen to me, she dresses me randomly! Zhou Zhenan cried, his words were upside down, and his voice was terrible. He had just been singing for six hours, and how could his voice withstand it. Already brought husky.

"Anan, I beg you, you listen to my explanation. "I hugged him regardless of it. I was scared. It turned out that the shape of the vacancy night turned out to be such a grievance in his heart. But why did he look considerate at that time, so I almost forgot that he was also a person who could misunderstand and drill the horns.

He didn't seem to listen, and screamed: "You don't want me, what's the point of me living!" He was a young and strong man, I couldn't hold it back, and he overturned him on the bed. He then struggled to get out of bed, trying to get out of the room, only to start vomiting after a few steps. Then he held his stomach and trembled on the ground, and he also had a stomach problem. His skin was fair, and the green tendons on his forehead could be seen from afar.

I'm also out of strength, and my mind goes blank. The previous elegant and calm countermeasures disappeared without a trace. We are no one now, not idols, not elites in the workplace, just a distressed girl and a desperate boy.