Weak and enchanting

At this time, Qi Jiexuan was already standing in front of the studio door, and he could see Qi Zeyu who was painting inside as long as he took a step forward, but he stayed there for a long time with obvious fatigue. Qi Zeyu's mood had improved since that day, but But he got a "problem". Others felt that he was talking to himself in a trance, but Qi Jiexuan still stood by his side relentlessly, believing in this strong man.

"Don't disturb me!"

"Jiexuan... is coming back!"

"I won't let you go!"

"If you come out, I will really go crazy."

Qi Jiexuan took a deep breath, and before taking a step forward, said in a brisk tone on purpose: "Xiao Yu, I'm back." He hugged Qi Zeyu tightly from behind, and the two exchanged a kiss. "Why are you still drawing, aren't you tired?"

Qi Zeyu hugged this somewhat cool person, and said coquettishly: "Jiexuan is not here, he is quarreling with me, so I can only draw."

The doctor said that this is because Qi Jiexuan is the safest place for Qi Zeyu subconsciously, and only when he is by his side can he feel at ease, and the voice in Qi Zeyu's head will disappear accordingly.

Qi Jiexuan hugged him and said, "Today I went to see your new work. It is very spectacular to hang five paintings together. I will take you to see it when the exhibition opens."

"Sell it."

"Ah! Xiaoyu, this is the hardest masterpiece you have created so far. When it was just finished, your relaxed and cheerful smile was still imprinted in my mind. How could I be willing to sell it? Besides, didn't you agree to just show it?"

But Qi Zeyu opened his arms: "I don't want it to stay by my side, it is my nightmare. Those days are so horrifying! The only thing I can hear clearly is your voice, but... ..but in the end I "killed you!" with my own hands! "I'm so scared, I drew them, maybe this is what my heart desires to do!"

"So, the angel whose heart was dug out is really me?" Thinking of what Li Shikuang said today, Qi Jiexuan lost his mind and said it.

"You...get it!" Qi Zeyu looked at him with fear in his eyes, he grabbed his collar and trembled: "I...I...I didn't mean it! I've been in a daze I was in a trance, and I realized it in retrospect when I finished the painting! That bloody hand that dug out the heart..." Qi Zeyu looked at his hand stained with black paint: "Blood! It's me! My hand! Ah Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

Qi Jiexuan hugged him tightly in his heartache: "Calm down! Xiao Yu calm down! There is no blood on your hands! It's just paint! Calm down, calm down! See clearly!"

Qi Zeyu was very emotional, Qi Jiexuan held his trembling hand, and slowly turned his palm to him: "Look, it's just paint, Xiaoyu, you're just tired, let's take a hot bath and rest and you'll be fine."

Seeing Qi Zeyu covering his face with his hands, his nails were so hard that they were almost embedded in the skin, Qi Jiexuan quickly pulled his hands away and buried his head in his arms: "Xiao Yu is just tired, you are just tired, relax, relax."

"Jiexuan, sell the painting!"

"Okay! Listen to you!"

"If you have to take it apart and sell it, that painting is terrible, and it will look crazy if you put it together!"

"Well! Take it apart, I'll listen to you! I've listened to you, Xiaoyu listen to me now, relax, let's go to rest, shall we?"

".....Um....."

Qi Zeyu's current mood is sometimes stable and sometimes anxious, and he can't fall asleep at night. He can only fall asleep after exercising with sweaty and tired fingers. Qi Jiexuan kissed him and listened to him from rapid panting to long breath As far as breathing, recently he seems to get real peace after falling asleep, but Qi Jiexuan always has a feeling that Qi Jiexuan will feel flustered when he sleeps for a long time, and he must wake up Qi Zeyu before going out to work every day before he can go to work with peace of mind. He clearly knows that he is the most stable in his sleep, but he can't do it.

Qi Jiexuan laughed at himself: "I'm really selfish."

However, after coaxing his baby to sleep, Qi Jiexuan still had work to do, so he walked into the kitchen and wanted to pour a cup of coffee to refresh himself, just in time to see Qi Xinglin and Yi Nian having dinner: "I'm only eating now, it's been a really hard time for you guys."

But Qi Xinglin frowned instantly: "We are not as busy as you, Jiexuan, your complexion is not very good recently... Forget it, I can't persuade you , where is Xiaoyu?"

"Don't say that, I am willing to Xiaoyu. He was a little unstable just now, and now he is asleep."

"Actually, I have also talked with Yi Nian. Now Xiao Yu is talking to himself every now and then to be emotional. If this continues, I am afraid that he will have a mental breakdown one day. In fact, the treatment method that the doctor said is probably a good method. Why not. ...."

"No!" Qi Jiexuan suddenly raised his voice, and everyone present, including himself, was stunned for a while, and then he sighed: "I can't bear to let Xiaoyu be stimulated again, let alone let him suffer another huge stimulation. This kind of stimulation therapy I can't bear it."

Speaking of this, Qi Xinglin has nothing to say: "The two of us will take care of the exhibition, Jiexuan, you should rest more."

"Well, I'll go back to the room first, second brother, don't be too tired, Xiaoyu can leave it to me." After finishing speaking, he left.

"Why is he so stubborn." Qi Qianlin shook his head with a headache.

"There will always be a few doomsdays in a person's life, and you have to believe that they will get through it together."

"I'm afraid that the two of them will jump into the water one after the other. Look at Jiexuan's appearance, he still pretends to be energetic in front of others, his face is haggard...I'm getting more and more worried..."

"The Buddha said...well..."

Qi Xinglin covered Yi Nian's mouth with his hands: "Shut up, my ears are almost callused."

Yi Nian smiled bitterly and said, "I can only comfort people like this."

"Your words are much stronger than Buddha's words."

Yi Nian held Qi Binglin's hand and looked at him worriedly, but Qi Binglin could only show a smile that was uglier than crying at the moment.