Zhou Zhenan's residence is in a secluded high-end community, which is related to his solitude and tranquility.

For artists who live alone, agents must understand and check the residence. In order to prevent unnecessary black material, and also to control the work and life of artists. As a public figure, a truly private life seems extravagant. Even when I am working, it is a rare rest to be able to be quietly alone at home.

There is still a couple living in the house next door to Zhou Zhenan, in their thirties, with a good relationship and a decent job, even if they know that Zhou Zhenan is a public figure, they tacitly help him keep secrets and keep each other's lives peaceful, and because of Zhou Zhenan's habit of going out day and night, other neighbors do not know his identity. There are children playing in the garden downstairs, there are neighbors chatting, the greenery is very good, it is such a quiet community.

Building 12, Room 01, 32nd Floor. Behind the brown and black door is Zhou Zhenan's exclusive small world, a residence that has never been known to the outside world. I suddenly remembered Li Mo's meaningful reminder to me: "It's better to find out what medicine he is taking." Calming down, I took out the spare key, and with a crisp unlocking sound, the door opened.

Closing the door, I was engulfed in a gray-blue world.

The gray-blue walls and cement-gray floors are a bit solemn and full of romantic reverie. On the fabric sofa leaned on a few fluffy cushions, a few magazines and novels, "Human Disqualification", and I noticed the name of the cover. imagined Zhou Zhenan reading a book on the sofa with a pillow at home, and couldn't help but soften. Because of the piano, the whole room looks a little cramped, but it looks artistic. The piano was clean, and he cherished his musical partner.

There are several bottles of wine at the bar at the entrance, and they are available in all price ranges, some of which are only for light tasting, and some of which are almost finished. I think Zhou Zhenan might sit here and have a good time with friends, or occasionally pour himself a drink in the silence. There was also a box of cigarettes and a lighter, which seemed to be infrequently used in a corner of the room.

The study room is very large, it is more reasonable to say that it is a work room, there are guitars and basses hanging on the wall, and a computer on the table is connected to the keyboard, sound card and stereo, it seems that Zhou Zhenan often spends the night in this room, there is a small Xiaoice cabinet in the corner of the room with canned coffee and low-alcohol wine, I still don't know much about music, I just think this room is redundant, but I also know that this is where he struggles.

There are indeed a lot of skin care products on the table in the bedroom, and it is also a common thing for artists. Next to him were a family portrait of the family, and a few photos of him holding his cat, but he was smiling brightly. I brushed the dust off the glass of the picture frame with my fingertips, and I couldn't help but smile.

The dark blue quilt is spread flat, and a copy of "Everything is Silently Fascinated" lies quietly aside, I haven't read this book, so I can't help but be curious. When I picked it up, a bookmark slipped lightly, and when I picked it up, the bookmark was a little old, and on it was Zhou Zhenan's handwriting: Liuliu. My heart was shaken.

Sadly moved, I carefully restored the scene to its original state, and when I got up, I was attracted by the slightly opened bedside table. I instinctively pulled it open, and there were bottles and tablets neatly placed inside. A drawer full of sixteen different medicines. What's going on?

Professional instinct told me that I had to be cautious about this, so I took them out one by one and took pictures. It was sent to my old friend who was a doctor: "Hou Yong, you can help me find out what these medicines do." Quietly. ”

City C, the hometown of Zhou Zhenan.

Gu Liang sent Zhou Zhenan to the door of the community, and then said goodbye and went to the hotel alone. Zhou Zhenan stood at the gate of the community for a while, the expression on his face subtly changed to a slightly innocent joy, took a breath, and walked forward.

Zhou's mother was very happy to see him come back, took his bag distressedly, pulled him to sit on the sofa, and repeatedly called Auntie to cut some fruit.

"Nannan, you see that you have lost weight again, are you not eating well over there? Whatever you want to eat for dinner, I'll make it for you." Zhou's mother's gaze was as gentle as water, and Zhou Zhenan's nerves slowly relaxed.

"It's okay, the work needs it. I want to drink black chicken soup tonight. He smiled and coquettishly, not like he looked self-contained in front of outsiders. Behind the smile is the stubbornness of reporting good news but not bad news, "How are you doing?"

"Everything is fine, the company is fine, your little nephew has grown a lot taller, and your brother seems to have a favorite girl. There was a hint of cunning in Zhou's mother's gentle eyes.

"Yes, I like the girl. Zhou Zhenan groaned, and the name he missed inevitably appeared in his mind. Although she has become more mature after six years of absence, he still occasionally wants her to be well-behaved, although he has not been able to untie the knot with her until now. However, it is good that she is back.

"Why is this expression?, do you also have a girl you like?" The smile lines at the corners of Zhou's mother's eyes deepened.

"No, no, yes, Mom. Zhou Zhenan blushed a little, smiled uncomfortably, and his tone was full of anger, "Go and boil chicken soup, I'm hungry!" and then hurriedly looked down at his phone.

"Is it that the company doesn't let you fall in love, why is this so," Zhou's mother looked worried, and was glanced at by Zhou Zhenan beggingly, pursed her lips and smiled happily, and patted Zhou Zhenan's hand to show comfort, "Okay, I won't say it, I'll go and make black chicken soup for you, you must be tired when you come back by plane, go back to the room and rest for a while." ”

Zhou Zhenan looked at Zhou's mother's back, and finally breathed a sigh of relief, touching his slightly hot ears, he deliberately exaggerated and sighed loudly and said that he was so tired, while deliberately sinking his steps and going upstairs. Mother Zhou in the kitchen smiled and bent her eyes. This kid sometimes seems to be a big man, and whenever he has a weak heart, he always likes to do exaggerated things to divert his attention, but in fact, everyone coaxes him to pretend that he doesn't know.

Zhou Zhenan's room at home is very pink. Eight years ago, he boasted on a visiting show: "Sleep in a princess's room to stay young." Now, the twenty-five-year-old Zhou Zhenan really looks still delicate and immature, and the years seem to have deliberately bypassed him.

Zhou Zhenan lay on the bed in a relaxed posture, sniffing the smell of home on the pillow, "It seems that I don't need to take medicine today." He muttered to himself, a look of relief, and closed his eyes.

City B, I read the message sent by Hou Yong, he is worthy of being my iron buddy, and he really has nothing to say about the efficiency of his work. This time, however, I could only maintain a basic polite thank-you and could not say anything superfluous.

"People who take these drugs may have a more severe nervous breakdown. Among them, insomnia should be the most prominent, you should pay attention to whether he has a problem with low self-evaluation and anhedonia, but taking these drugs, he should be treated. Other medicines are fine, there are many pain reliefs, and stomach medicine is also available. There are a lot of injuries to this man. ”

I was so distressed.