Xu Cheng is an occupational psychologist. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info met because he and Chi Xun participated in an academic conference together, and their daily contact was limited to related work.

The last time he called him came from a patient named Lu Yan, who later committed suicide by jumping off a building.

Chi Xun picked up the phone, Xu Cheng briefly greeted him and told him that he had a patient whose condition was a bit complicated, and asked him if he had time to come over and have a look.

Chi Xun looked at the time, Xiao Cheng's matter here was not urgent, and the matter of investigating the fans who were too obsessed with Xiao Cheng with Wang Yuan could also be handed over to Ye Chen and them, so he promised the other party and said that he would go over now.

Although Han Yan only heard a few words from his side, he generally understood what was going on, and parked the car on the road: "Then you go over, wait for you for lunch?" ”

Chi Xun is a person who would rather eat by himself than with people he doesn't know.

"It's going to be late," Chi Xun clicked on an app on his phone, his expression changed, "Now it seems that you also have something to do." He turned the screen of his phone to Han Yan, "Oh, this place." ”

Han Yan saw the red dot that was constantly shining, and his originally gentle gaze gradually cooled. Instead, Chi Xun smiled: "What a madman." ”

Tang Duage's defense of Gu Yaorong was based on his understanding of him, so even if he didn't take Ye Chen's gun, he still had an extremely sharp scalpel in his pocket. It's a different thing to use it or not, at least it's there and he feels at ease.

As a result, before he could use this secret weapon, he completely lost his force.

This really can't be blamed on Tang Duge, he just got into the car, and before he could sit down, someone who was originally sitting in the seat and plunged himself into darkness suddenly approached and inserted the needle in his hand into his neck.

The slender needle tip pierced into the skin, Tang Duge felt the cold liquid melt into the blood, and in a moment, he closed his eyes and passed out.

There was only one thought before fainting.

Damn, this Gu Yaorong.

When he woke up, it was noticeably different, and judging by the change in the position of the sun, he was in a coma for about two hours. Tang Duge moved his fingers slightly, there was a soft big bed under him, and the pure white quilt covered his body, because the air conditioning in the room was very high, so it was still a little hot under the cover of such a light quilt. He blinked his eyes vigorously, letting the momentary dizziness pass, and then he saw Gu Yaorong.

He wore a silver-gray shirt with two open buttons, and sat on a desk to the side, typing non-stop on the computer.

The brows furrowed slightly, many details were actually made and I would not realize it, only the extremely close people around me would understand, for example, when Gu Yaorong was doing something serious, his eyebrows would wrinkle a little, and the already thick eyebrows would look a little angry. And when he is really angry, he laughs instead.

Sunlight comes in through the balcony windows, the air smells of fresh plants, and the room is clean and warm. The person he loved was sitting beside him, and Tang Duge suddenly felt a moment of trance, as if nothing had happened in the past. He and Gu Yaorong have always been in love with each other until now.

When he went back to Y University, he got the key to a room. That room was rented by Gu Yaorong.

The layout of these old dormitory buildings in Y was always strange, and he went up into the house, only to find that the bedroom here was just the same room he had lived in when he came back.

The two-bedroom house, from Gu Yaorong's eyes, is probably completely inhabitable. The previous owner should have left not much left behind, but in any case it will not be like now, the whole living room, empty, nothing. Tang Duge could even imagine that scene, Gu Yaorong asked everyone to remove all the original furniture in the room and redo the wall again. It's really his style, I'd rather have nothing than leave what I don't like.

Two bedrooms, one with a view of the house he once lived in. Tang Duge was almost stunned when he entered.

He remembered that he fled back to Y University in a hurry, losing his lover, his studies, and his promising future, and his teacher was willing to offer him a job as a teaching assistant. It's just that he had a messy life at that time, except for classrooms, hospitals, supermarkets, and a few places that he had to go, he hardly went out, stayed in the house every day, and time was meaningless. He was a very heavy smoker, but then he reacted and quit, and it was not difficult for him to quit smoking, and he realized that he had lost his allegiance to one thing.

The boundary between dream and reality became blurred, and he sometimes woke up to find himself sitting in a corner, the sky was dark, and the lights were not turned on, and for a moment he thought that he was still locked up in some dark basement, and that endless torture awaited him, and then he woke up violently in the pain of suffocation.

More often than not, he would dream of Gu Yaorong.

The boy was twenty years old, cool and charming, smiling like a little sun, dazzling, and he loved him so much that he loved him even when he realized he was cold. Until he was hurt.

Tang Duge sometimes thinks that maybe he never regretted meeting him, what really made him feel hateful was that he still thought about him until he fell to such a point.

It's hateful to yourself, it turns out that there is such a thing as feelings, and struggling is useless.

Later, he finally left Y University, changed the city, work, and life, and others commented that he was the ruthless, mean-tongued Tang forensic doctor, and he thought that he had completely gotten rid of his old life.

But it didn't.

Tang Duge stood in that empty room, looking at the place where he had lived opposite, and he even thought of every repeated self-torture and torture he experienced in every position, every day and night. Memory doesn't go, it follows you closely, and then at some point when you stop, catches up and chokes your neck.

He fled in a panic that was close to suffocation, and hurriedly pushed open another door.

That room was plastered with photos.

Thousands of stars outside the house finally broke through the clouds and flashed, and he saw countless of himself in the starlight.

Smiling, silent, sleepy.

He thought that Gu Yaorong had already left him, but he didn't.

But what's the point?

O Buddhas, if you can hear it, I really loved this person, but I really don't want to love it anymore.

Thinking that he has gotten rid of the old Tang Duge is powerless to kneel on the ground, memory is like a seed, trying to absorb every bit of nutrition, find out all the love you think you have collected, and then slowly grow, take root and sprout, and one day, grow into a towering tree.

"Awake?"