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Leo's departure ultimately affected Lucas' state of mind.Although he tried his best to maintain his original daily life, he took medicine as usual, went to Noah's as usual, and even went to the old Chinese doctor's, but helplessly, the shadow of parting gradually invaded his world.Every day when he wakes up, Lucas goes to the studio to paint. The paintings are all Leo, Leo sleeping, Leo smiling, Leo cooking, Leo taking a bath, and even Leo in his dreams.

Turning to Laura for help, he installed a program that can avoid most surveillance software. Lucas got up early every morning and sent Leo a message saying hello, telling what he dreamed of, and sending another message before going to bed, telling him what he did that day , but never received a reply.Gradually, Lucas no longer took medicine on time, and no longer ate and slept on time. He would paint in the studio all day or all night, and then eat something indiscriminately before falling asleep.When I remembered, I sent a message to Leo, and the screen was full of "I miss you, come back soon."

When the doorbell rang, Lucas thought it was a hallucination, and after listening to it for a while, he was relieved, jumped up from the sofa, and rushed to the monitor, but the image inside was not the person he was thinking of.Lucas pressed the door open button in frustration.

"Oh, why do I see you like this every once in a while?" Nathan unbuttoned his coat, unable to believe that the bearded man in front of him was Lucas.

Lucas threw himself into the sofa: "Go away if you have nothing to do."

"I heard from Noah that you are not doing well recently, so let's come and see you." Nathan sat down on the opposite sofa.

"You can leave after reading it." Lucas drooped his eyelids.

"What's wrong? Where's Leo?" Nathan looked around and found that someone was missing.

It’s okay not to mention it, but when it was mentioned, Lucas burst into tears: “He’s gone and won’t come back.”

"Don't cry, what's the situation, didn't you send that Feng to him last month? His boss should reward him, right?" Nathan said, "Matisse didn't want to scold you, so he sent me a message temper."

Nathan knelt down in front of Lucas and wiped his tears: "Hey, don't cry, since you were young, Matisse made you cry, I coaxed you, and it's still the same. Have you taken your medicine on time? ?” With that, Nathan went to the kitchen.

"Eat it, it's useless." Lucas buried his head in his arms.

"Look, you haven't taken your medicine for a few days? Do you want to be hospitalized?" Nathan put the medicine box on the coffee table, "If Leo comes back and sees you like this, he will scold you to death."

"He won't scold me. It's fine if he scolds me, or beat me up. I just want him to come back."

"How long has he been gone?"

"What's the date today?"

"NO.18, March NO.18."

"Another day, he will leave for 30 days." Lucas' eyes were red again, "He forgot about me and won't come back."

"Poor kid." Nathan stroked his head, "Come back home with me, I'm worried about you staying here alone."

"No, I want to wait for Leo to come back, I'm afraid he won't find me when he comes back."

"Then you and I will go to Noah's for a checkup, okay? You have missed two consultations."

"Ok."

"I'll get you a coat." Nathan stood up and walked towards the bedroom.

After a while, Nathan came down with a coat and a stack of drawing paper.

Nathan threw the drawing paper on the coffee table: "How many have you drawn? The bedroom is full of his portraits."

"I don't know, it's the same in the studio. Draw when you wake up, and sleep when you're sleepy." Lucas stood up sickly, and put on his clothes.

"It's not a serious illness. I hope Leo will come back and heal you soon." Nathan went downstairs with Lucas in his arms.

Promise again and again that he will not commit suicide, take medicine on time, and call whenever there is a situation. After Nathan filled the refrigerator, he said that he and Mi Gao would come to see him from time to time before leaving.Lucas watched the vehicle go away, looked at the sunny outside, shrunk his neck, and closed the curtains.

Leo is not here, spring has come, what to do with me.

When the painting paper and canvas were all used up, Lucas called Nathan's phone, but he couldn't make a sound.

"Lu? Lucas? Lucas?" An anxious voice came from the microphone, Lucas opened his mouth, tried hard for a while, and finally gave up.

The phone hangs up.

Half an hour later, Nathan opened the door with the key and rushed into the living room.The motionless figure on the sofa startled him.What kind of person is that?The eyes are empty and lifeless, as if all life has left the body.Nathan had only seen him more than ten years ago, after Enzo's accidental death.

"Oh, no." Nathan stepped forward and hugged Lucas, only to find that the body under the loose clothes was very thin.

"How long has it been since you had a good meal? It's only been a few days..." Nathan arranged the rooms, took off the windbreaker from the hanger, wrapped it around Lucas, and picked him up hard, only to find that he was much lighter.

Lucas suddenly pointed to the sofa, and in the direction he pointed, Nathan saw a mobile phone.

"Are you afraid that Leo won't be able to contact you?" Nathan bent slightly, grabbed the phone with one hand, walked downstairs with the person in his arms, and put it in the car.Then he said to the people in the back seat, "Don't worry, I'll tell the clerk in the cafe that you're home. Even if Leo comes back, he will know where you are."

Lucas blinked.Nathan understood that he had heard it.

A few hours later, Nathan parked the car at the door of the house, and the Constantines had been standing for a long time.

"My little baby." Mrs. Constantine, Lucas' mother, came to the front of the car a few steps and saw a sleeping figure in the back seat. "He fell asleep. He lost a lot of weight."

"I'll come." Nathan went around the car, opened the door, and carried Lucas out. Mrs. Constantine trotted ahead to lead the way. After putting him on the bed, everyone exited the room and went back to the living room to sit down.

"What happened, that Lucas was so ill again?" asked old Mr. Constantine.

"It's a long story, I hope you listen and don't blame Lucas." Nathan took a sip of water, cleared his throat, and said.

Half an hour later, when Nathan told the two of them exactly what he knew, there was a moment of silence in the room.

"I thought Lucas just had a Chinese boyfriend, but I didn't expect it to be so complicated." Mrs. Constantine spoke first.

Nathan nodded: "Yeah, I didn't expect such a coincidence."

"What did the doctor say?" asked old Mr. Constantine.

"It is recommended to take medicine and psychological treatment. The psychiatrist has been contacted, and we need to find a psychologist." Nathan said.

"It's been so many years, I don't know if that female psychiatrist is still practicing?" Mrs. Constantine looked at her husband.

"I'll check Lucas's past medical records in a while, and I should be able to find them. Even if she no longer practices, she should recommend suitable candidates." Old Mr. Constantine patted the back of his wife's hand, "Don't worry, Mr. There will be a way."

"I think the sticking point is still with Leo. It's been almost two months, and he hasn't come back yet, so it's unlikely he will come back," Nathan said.

Mrs. Constantine squeezed her clothes tightly: "Then what should I do? After Enzo's accident, it took Lucas several years to recover. Leo left. China is so big, where can I find him? Besides, you said his identity is so Special, doesn't Lucas have no hope of recovery?"

Nathan bit his lip: "Not necessarily. Matisse may be able to help, but I don't know if he is willing."

"Why should I sacrifice my future to satisfy that spoiled brat?" Mattis blew his beard and stared at his father, "It's all because you spoiled him, and if he doesn't like it, you threaten your own life. Something will happen sooner or later."

"That's your younger brother!" Mrs. Constantine was furious, pointing at Matisse, "and something happened to him! You go and see what Lucas looks like now, and then tell me Who is spoiled."

"Mom, don't be angry," Mathis hurried over and helped his mother to sit down, "I'll go and see him, okay? Don't be angry."

Pushing open the bedroom door, Matisse saw that the room was very dark, the curtains were drawn, and there was a person lying on the bed. Lucas seemed to be asleep.He walked to the bed lightly, and was surprised to see Lucas with his eyes open.

"Hey, you didn't fall asleep." Mathis sat down by the bed and said to himself, "Dad told me, I forgive you for what happened before, but fortunately, it doesn't affect much. Don't do it in the future, brother too You have to consider the balance in many aspects. If you make a mistake, it will be irreversible. Years of business will be ruined. You should change your boyfriend, no matter your country or France, including your circle, there are many people who are better than Leo. Why bother with him? Did you listen to what I said?"

Matisse turned his head and saw that Lucas was still staring at the ceiling, turning a deaf ear to his words.

"Hi, hi." He reached out and shook his hand in front of Lucas, but found that there was no response. Mathis felt bad, "Don't scare me? You won't lie to your brother again? I admit defeat, get up, don't let Dad Mom is worried."

He reached out and patted Lucas on the cheek. Seeing that he hadn't responded yet, Matisse stood up, pondered for a while, and then exited the door and returned to the living room.

"He didn't respond to my words. How long has he been like this?" Mattis asked.

"It's almost a month. At the beginning, there was still a response, but it gradually became worse. I went to see a psychiatrist, but he was helpless. My heart disease needs a doctor. Mattis, please help your brother." Mrs. Constantine Weeping, old Constantine comforted his wife.

"Matisse, think about it carefully. Your mother is not in good health, and I am no longer young. Please don't let my child walk in front of me." After speaking, the old Constantine waved his hand and ignored his eldest son.

Seeing his parents like this, Matisse didn't want to stay for a long time. He said "precious" and pushed the door to leave.

A few days later, Nathan got a call from Mattis.That afternoon, the two sat in the study of Matisse's house, relatively silent, smoking a few cigarettes in silence.

Pressing out the cigarette butt in the ashtray, Mattis asked: "That Leo had a deeper influence on Lucas than I imagined."

Nathan nodded: "Although there is not much contact, he and Enzo have many similarities, such as names, birthdays, personalities, and the way they treat Lucas. I am not surprised that Lucas will fall into it very quickly. "

"But his identity is sensitive."

"That's right, that's the difficulty." Nathan sighed.

"As far as I know, his status is not very high. How much do you think he is worth?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, how many resources will it take to get Leo's whereabouts?"

"You agree to give in?"

"I'm the only younger brother, and he's still my parents' favorite." Mathis rubbed his brows, "I really don't think such an ordinary person is worth so much for Lucas and our family."

"Matisse, what about your wife Avril? How much would you give in exchange for her?"

Matisse was dumbfounded, and it took him a long time to answer: "Okay, I will think about it and come up with something of weight. Lucas also has some resources in his hands, right? Do you know where he puts it?"

Nathan shook his head: "I haven't found anything he hid since childhood."

"I didn't find it either." Mattis was a little frustrated. "It's wrong to say that he is dumber than Bruce."

"Haha, have you ever said something like that?"

Mattis waved his hand: "It's all in the past. I'll call my parents after I've made arrangements. Don't talk about it."

"Row."

"Oh, my infatuated brother." Matisse shook his head.

"Aren't all men in your family like this?"

Mattis again had nothing to say.

In early summer, thousands of flowers begin to reveal their fragrance.Mattis visits his parents again and sees Lucas sitting on a chair in the garden.It seemed that he was a little hot from the sun, and Lucas's cheeks were slightly red and slightly bloody.Mom squatted aside and weeded, talking to Lucas, got up and saw Matisse, and waved hello.

"I thought you'd arrive in an hour." Mrs. Constantine kissed her eldest son on the cheek, "It's a bit sunny outside, let's bring Lucas inside."

Matisse helped Lucas sit down on the sofa in the living room, greeted his father who was reading the newspaper, helped his mother put away the tools, and sat down next to Lucas.

"You look much better." Matisse rubbed his brother's hair, Lucas tilted his head and leaned on the other armrest.

"Why are you here?" Old Constantine put down the newspaper and asked.

"First, I came to visit you, and second, I came to talk about Lucas." After taking the cup handed over by his mother, Matisse took a sip, "Jasmine tea?"

Mrs. Constantine nodded: "Take some when you leave, Avril likes it."

"Okay," Mattis continued, "how is Lucas now?"

"The doctor adjusted the treatment plan, finally passed the dangerous period, and received regular psychological treatment. It's hard to say how it actually is. The doctor said that his current situation is a period of high incidence of suicide, and he dare not let him close the door when he sleeps, lest something happen. , we don't know." Mrs. Constantine said.

"Mom, rest more, why don't you invite a nurse or servant?"

Mrs. Constantine waved her hand: "No need. With Lucas by my side, I'm in a good mood. The weather is getting warmer and I'm getting more sun. I'm fine recently."

"It took me so long to reply because I was arranging things. Now, I can finally come up with enough items to exchange for Leo's whereabouts. I think this will help Lucas recover. At least, there is hope. He will not commit suicide easily." Matisse turned his head to look at his brother, and found a little light in Lucas's eyes, which made Matisse feel a pain in his heart, hugged his brother, kissed his forehead, and said, "I understand Your mood. When you recover, we'll get Leo back, shall we?"

A barely audible "hmm" reached Matisse's ears, and he sighed inwardly.