When Gu Shu first called, Qi Hengfei hadn't slept yet.

Insomnia is really a terrible thing that can drive people crazy.

"Teacher Qi, are you at home now?" Dr. Zhang from the clinic said that you have to go for a follow-up" The ancient book on the other end of the phone conveyed Zhang Zhongyu's words euphemistically: "Dr. Zhang seems to want you to go for a check-up." ”

Qi Hengfei, who was still lying on the bed, rubbed his temples irritably and replied, "Let him wait." ”

"Okay, I'll reply to him," the ancient book said, "Then I'll pick you up downstairs at your house?"

"Hmm. By the way brought me a breakfast"

Qi Hengfei has been suffering from insomnia for a long time, and the medicines he prescribes are always taken intermittently. If he's busy, staying up late is a basic operation. All-nighters are a common thing, not to mention that he has a very poor memory of these little things, Qi Hengfei has been cured for a while, and people who don't know still think he is taking medicine and playing.

Shanghai, which has not seen the sun for a long time, finally has a slight sun, but even so, it is still cold and biting. Qi Hengfei looked at the temperature and thought that he should bring a scarf, he rummaged through the wardrobe and finally found a scarf for padding at the bottom of the drawer. The dark blue weave of the scarf is fine and delicate, enough to see how careful the person who knitted it is, and the bottom corner is embroidered with burgundy thread "XQ".

Qi Hengfei smiled slightly when he saw the "XQ", and when Xu Zhaoyue gave him to himself, he specially asked him to carefully observe the difference between this scarf. Qi Hengfei pointed to this "XQ" and asked Xu Zhaoyue with a smile: "You just want me to see this?" Xu Zhaoyue said triumphantly: "Yes, you take a closer look at what's not right." Qi Hengfei thought for a while and said with a smile: "Are you in front?" Xu Zhaoyue nodded: "Yes! If you are cold in the future, bring this scarf, and I can block the wind in front of you for you." Qi Hengfei smiled very meaningfully: "It turned out to be this meaning, I thought it was ......" Xu Zhaoyue was puzzled: "If it doesn't mean this, then what does it mean?"

"Nothing. Qi Hengfei rubbed Xu Zhaoyue's head: "I like it very much, thank you." ”

Later, Qi Hengfei didn't have much chance to take it, firstly because he was reluctant, and secondly, because he made money and had many better-looking scarves.

Over time, Qi Hengfei forgot that maybe it was the nanny he hired to use it to pad clothes when he cleaned up the wardrobe so that Qi Hengfei had a chance to find it.

Gu Shu stomped his feet downstairs at Qi Hengfei's house and complained: What kind of "well-known composer" are they still living in this kind of old residential building, I don't know what they are thinking. Obviously, the company has allocated him an apartment to live in this kind of house, do you composers have any strange habits? In order to get close to the people?...... I don't really know how to do that.

After a while, Qi Hengfei came down from the dilapidated residential building.

Gu Shu looked at the scarf tied around Qi Hengfei's neck and wondered in his heart: "The style of this scarf ...... Seems a little old...... It's not an antique, is it woven by his mother? It seems to have been pressed against the bottom of the box, and there is a smell of mothballs......

Qi Hengfei saw that Gu Shu was always staring at the scarf around his neck and asked him, "What's wrong?"

"Ah, it's nothing, I just think the teacher's scarf is pretty good. Gu Shu was embarrassed to say haha, but he didn't ask the question in his heart.

Gu Shu handed the bought breakfast to Qi Hengfei in the back seat, Qi Hengfei took it and drank the soy milk, was stunned, put the breakfast aside and said lightly: "Forget it, it's cold." ”

Zhang Zhongyu's psychological clinic is located in a bunch of old residential buildings, completely squandering his reputation as a "well-known doctor of psychology for returned overseas Chinese". Qi Hengfei doesn't know what Zhang Zhongyu thinks about himself, opening a clinic like this, he can't make money at all, and he still sticks it upside down, maybe rich people have some strange habits.

After Qi Hengfei and the two got out of the car, they were about to go upstairs. Gu Shu's mobile phone rang suddenly, Gu Shu opened the mobile phone and looked at it, smiled and said to Qi Hengfei: "Teacher Qi, Dr. Zhang said that if you don't go to the breakfast shop opposite to buy him breakfast, he will let us freeze to death at the door and swear not to open the door." ”

Qi Hengfei raised his eyebrows: "Bring the breakfast in the car." ”

"But didn't you say that this breakfast was cold?" said Gu Shu in the back

"You can't eat him. ”

Zhang Zhongyu's clinic looks like a Putian hospital, and the structure inside does not have a sense of professionalism of a "doctor of psychology", with sofas, refrigerators, TVs, tea tables, and folding beds not far away.

Zhang Zhongyu sat opposite Qi Hengfei wearing a long cotton jacket over a pair of pants, staring at Qi Hengfei with a serious face and said, "Why the hell did you blacken Lao Tzu!" Qi Hengfei took a sip of the boiling water and said, "You are too annoying." ”

"???? I just returned to China, and I don't know you well in this place, shouldn't you, as an old friend, help me? How much have I helped you before? Isn't your conscience eaten by a dog?" Zhang Zhongyu slumped on the sofa and pretended to complain: "My breakfast, you?"

Qi Hengfei handed over the breakfast: "If you have just returned to China, I will be happy to help you, but as a person who has been back for four months, I don't think he is qualified to say this." ”

Zhang Zhongyu took the breakfast: "I'm rubbing it, it's cold, Qi Hengfei, you won't bring me yesterday's breakfast, right?"

The ancient book sitting on the side relieved Qi Hengfei: "Doctor Zhang, this is what I bought today, it is estimated that it will be cold after a long time." ”

"Oh, it scared the hell out of me. It's still a little book that is better for me. Zhang Zhongyu untied the bag, picked up the bun, took a bite and said, "It seems that there is still a little residual temperature, and it can still be eaten." ”

Qi Hengfei picked up the soy milk that was put aside and threw it into the trash, but in the last second, Zhang Zhongyu just wanted to take a sip of soy milk, but before he could be thrown away, Qi Hengfei threw his outstretched hand and stopped in the air.

"What's the matter with you??" Zhang Zhongyu was now eager to eat up the stuffing in the bun and buckle the bun skin on Qi Hengfei's head.

"I've drunk soy milk," Qi Hengfei didn't look at Zhang Zhongyu's blushing face at all, poured him a glass of water, and pushed it in front of him: "Cold soy milk is easy to have diarrhea after drinking." ”

You did it on purpose, right? Gu Shu thought silently in his heart, although Qi Hengfei looks kind, it's a pity that he is white and black! I can swear based on my four years of experience!

Zhang Zhongyu finished breakfast with five divided by two, glanced at the time and said, "It's almost now?"

Qi Hengfei nodded, Gu Shu stood up and consciously went to a room next to him to stay, there was a computer in the room and a bookcase of books, and it would not let Gu Shu wait to be bored to death.

Zhang Zhongyu said straight to the point: "I didn't take the medicine prescribed by the hospital before, right?"

Qi Hengfei smiled: "You know, I don't have a good memory." Zhang Zhongyu sighed and said, "You don't have a good memory, you don't take this matter to heart at all." Tell me how many of the previous prescriptions were for you? You're the first patient I know of who hoarded medicine to mold. ”

Qi Hengfei was not very embarrassed, and it was a complete accident to make the medicine hoard moldy. At that time, after taking medicine on the balcony, he casually put it on the small coffee table, but the window was not closed and it rained, and he stayed in the recording studio for two days, but when he returned home on the third day, the medicine box was moldy from the rain.

"I'll definitely pay attention to closing the window next time. ”

"Is this a problem of whether you can close the window or not! This is a problem of you not taking medicine on time!" Zhang Zhongyu was so angry that he wanted to slap the table, "If you are sleepy on the road that day and have a car accident, I will not be surprised!"

"It's not that serious, I take a car to work. Qi Hengfei tried to appease Zhang Zhongyu

"......" Zhang Zhongyu couldn't answer, and even wanted to give him two, hehe.

"I'll give you another estazolam, at least it's still useful for now. ”

Qi Hengfei nodded, "It's all right." ”

Zhang Zhongyu looked at the working photocopier and suddenly asked Qi Hengfei: "I have always wanted to ask you, why are you unwilling to accept hypnotherapy? Insomnia is a heart disease, to put it bluntly, although hypnosis cannot directly treat your disease, but I can let me know what the cause of your illness is, so that I can prescribe the right medicine." Why are you so resistant to hypnosis?"

Qi Hengfei touched the rim of the cup and didn't speak, he wasn't afraid of hypnosis, he was just avoiding something, some memories rooted in his mind that made him tremble when he thought about it.

The person in front of Zhang Zhongyu was silent, and asked tentatively: "Or is it because of that day?"

Qi Hengfei was reluctant to answer.

What happened that night, no one knows.

Zhang Zhongyu, who was still studying abroad at that time, heard that Qi Hengfei had an accident, bought a plane ticket and hurried back to Shanghai.

That kind of Qi Hengfei, Zhang Zhongyu estimates that he will never forget it in his life.

Especially the eyes, Zhang Zhongyu is a science student who can't be described. If Qi Hengfei's eyes flashed with light in the past, then the light in Qi Hengfei's eyes at that time seemed to be extinguished, leaving only a handful of ashes after the fire burned out the grassland. It's sad and suffocating.

Zhang Zhongyu felt that it seemed to be a little worse to describe it as mourning than death.