Infinitely Criticizing the Villain for Being Like My Ex-Boyfriend

Zhang Chunliang finally met Qiu Ping in real life.

He was lying alone in a medical room surrounded by transparent glass, surrounded by countless large and sophisticated instruments, with various complex symbols constantly flowing on the display screen.

Qiu Ping is already very old in real life. His hair is gray and messy, covering half of his eyelids. His face is full of wrinkles and fatigue. His body is full of various strange instruments. Amid the regular "beeping" sound, he fell into a deep sleep.

"How long has he been like this?" Zhang Chunliang, wearing protective clothing, leaned his hand against the transparent monitoring glass window, looking at the skinny figure inside.

"More than twenty days." The attending doctor next to him was checking the medical staff's records of Qiu Ping's physical condition. Upon hearing this, he immediately put down the documents and answered respectfully.

This medical room gathers the country's top brain researchers, who are monitoring Qiu Ping's condition 24 hours a day.

"But the news said that two days ago he..."

"Mr. Qiu Ping has already started receiving treatment here, but we suppressed the news of his injury in order to avoid causing public opinion. But some time ago... for some reason, his condition suddenly worsened. He had severe cerebral hemorrhage and was admitted to the ICU several times. In order to prevent the worst from happening, we could only announce the news of his injury to the public." The doctor's expression was also very bitter.

If someone of Qiu Ping's status disappears from the public eye for too long, it can easily cause anxiety and speculation from all sides.

It had been many days since Qiu Ping committed suicide by cutting his wrists. Under the operation of their boss, the news had not been spread. However, just a few days ago, the big boss suddenly decided to make the news about Qiu Ping public.

"Is there still a chance to wake him up?" Zhang Chunliang looked at Qiu Ping intently and asked the doctor.

"We'll try our best," the doctor replied cautiously.

Zhang Chunliang couldn't stay here for long. He couldn't think of any way to wake Qiu Ping up for the time being, so he could only leave with regret.

"Uncle will get the best treatment here, don't worry about him." Xu Er took off Zhang Chunliang's airtight protective suit and gently wiped away the thin layer of sweat on his forehead.

"He has become very old." Zhang Chunliang's memory still lingers on the cheerful and lively Xiaoping from a few days ago. Faced with the huge difference in reality, he couldn't help feeling a little depressed.

"Everyone will grow old, Xiaoliang." Xu Er smiled softly, and the fine lines at the corners of his eyes showed a hint of joy. "When I think about the fact that we will reach the same place of afterlife, I feel that the limited life is actually very boring."

Although he was smiling calmly, Xu Er's words revealed a strong sense of world-weariness.

Zhang Chunliang wiped his neck with his sleeve, his face flushed with heat, and he frowned unconsciously and looked at him.

"Now I feel like being alive might not be so bad." Xu Er gently straightened his messy hair and asked, "Do you want to go to the movies? It's the premiere of Filbert's new film, about a man trapped in a bottle."

Zhang Chunliang actually wanted to go back and catch up on some sleep, as he felt listless these past two days.

But seeing that Xu Er seemed quite interested, he didn't want to spoil his fun, so he could only accompany him to watch a boring movie.

"Robert has been trying to make up for his childhood regrets all his life. To this end, he even took a time machine, brought his younger self to the future, locked it in a bottle and raised it carefully." Xu Er discussed the plot with Zhang Chunliang in a low voice, but received no response.

He turned his head - Zhang Chunliang was lying in a comfortable armchair, falling into a deep sleep obediently.

Xu Er turned sideways and looked at him quietly for a moment, then gently moved closer, pressed down, and licked the cream off the corner of his mouth.

"Robert is such an idiot. Isn't the best way to make up for your childhood self to kill your childhood self and replace it with your own?"

Xu Er watched the entire movie with a smile.

This farewell work carefully crafted by the famous director eventually disappeared without making a single splash.

"I think the popcorn in the cinema is a bit sweet." Zhang Chunliang licked the corner of his mouth and commented, "My mouth feels astringent after eating it."

"Then next time, let's go to a different cinema."

"What's the difference? You always book the theater, and there's no atmosphere of watching a movie at all." Zhang Chunliang raised his eyebrows and said confidently, "Otherwise I wouldn't fall asleep."

"Xiaoliang." Xu Er finally begged helplessly, "I can't stand too many people gathering around me."

"Then let's try an activity with fewer people next time." Zhang Chunliang asked maliciously, "How about bungee jumping? You're not afraid of heights, are you?"

"Okay." Xu Er smiled a little, "But I'm the only one who can dance, you can just watch from the side."

"Let's watch a movie." Zhang Chunliang threw another popcorn into his mouth.

They returned to the villa and were greeted by another gentle and unfamiliar butler. Zhang Chunliang wisely did not ask where the previous butler Liu had gone.

"Take a break?" Seeing Zhang Chunliang looking a little tired, Xu Er suggested, "How about noodles with beef sauce tonight?"

"Hmm." Zhang Chunliang was so sleepy that his eyes were about to close. He nodded stupidly and went into his room like a wandering soul.

"Ying." The voodoo doll ran over happily to greet him. Xu Er used an unknown blue gem to give it a pair of beautiful little eyes, making its pale little face look a lot more noble.

"You should eat less human food. After all, you are just a cotton ball." Zhang Chunliang handed the remaining half of the popcorn to it, then fell sleepily on the bed and fell into a deep sleep.

……

It was the same dream again.

Zhang Chunliang did not get enough rest in the cinema. Once he fell asleep, someone always asked him for help in his dreams.

The man's voice was old and shrill, mixed with strong fear and sorrow.

"Save me...save me...don't do this to me..."

"Who are you?" Zhang Chunliang heard himself asking in confusion.

"Save me, save me...don't do this to me..."

The voice sounded familiar, which gave Zhang Chunliang a bad guess.

"Save me, save me...Bu Yi...don't do this to me..."

It was Qiu Ping, and he was pleading for something sadly.

"How can I save you?" Zhang Chunliang asked involuntarily as he felt a chill all over his body.

"Save me... I don't want to be trapped in this dream anymore..."

Zhang Chunliang woke up with a start, and lay on his back for a long time in a daze, his mind in a mess.

Slowly, he regained consciousness and noticed something moving around him.

So he propped himself up and looked towards the bedside. Mad Dog was wearing a hospital gown, leaning against his bed with his long legs, chewing the popcorn he had brought back.

"Are you awake? Liangliang." Mad Dog stuffed a popcorn into Zhang Chunliang's mouth.

"Why are you here? Are you feeling better?" Zhang Chunliang's back was covered in cold sweat, making him feel very uncomfortable.

"This little doll ran to me and told me that you couldn't wake up from your dream." Like a mad dog rewarding the voodoo doll, he threw a popcorn on its head.

"Ying." The voodoo doll held up the popcorn and carefully stuffed it into its little mouth as if accepting a gift.

"How long have I slept..." Zhang Chunliang blinked tiredly, feeling extremely dizzy.

Mad Dog's big, warm hand touched his head.

"Liangliang, you have a fever." Mad Dog opened his eyes wide, frowned, and knelt on the bed.

"Excuse me, please help me find some medicine." Zhang Chunliang felt his breath was burning and his head was aching as if it was about to split.

As a result, everything became chaotic.

In a daze, he felt the mad dog leave the room.

Not long after, people in white coats smelling of disinfectant gathered around his bed in an orderly manner.

He lay helplessly on the bed, allowing the doctors to move him and give him injections.

Zhang Chunliang felt his vision becoming increasingly blurred, and soon he could only see white spots of light and shadow.

Suddenly, a layer of coolness spread over his hot face, which made him sober up a little.

A pair of large hands with a hint of beef scent cupped his cheeks and rubbed them soothingly.

"Do a skin test first to make sure he can tolerate the dosage."

Xu Er calmly directed the doctor to inject him with various medicines in an orderly manner.

Zhang Chunliang felt a little pain from the prick and his body trembled slightly.

Xu Er covered his eyes with his hands and said gently, "Xiaoliang, take a good sleep, you will be fine soon."

really weird.

In his sleepy state, Zhang Chunliang was thinking vaguely in his mind.

He just has a common fever, why does he need so many injections?