Ji Shi

Xia Feng answered bluntly: "No."

Geng Songping left disappointed.

Xia Feng said: "Mr. Geng, you can see that I am handsome and talented. You must not be able to see that I am also a doctor of obstetrics and gynecology in addition to neurology."

Geng Songping said "oh", turned his head and left, thinking: This hospital really lacks a psychiatric department!

Xia Feng chased after him in three steps and two steps, "Mr. Geng, I haven't finished yet. Although I am not a psychiatrist, I have done volunteer work. If you have something on your mind, please tell me, and I can help you." You sort it out."

Geng Songping said: "I have many foster brothers, all of whom start with the prefix righteous. Which do you think is closer, the worker or the younger brother?"

Xia Feng said: "I am a doctor, I will keep it secret."

"..."

"I have a friend who killed the person he liked. A few years later, he told me that his sweetheart came back, and he was a new friend." Geng Songping finished speaking, and lowered his head to suck the bagged soy milk that Xiafeng sent.

Xia Feng said: "...What species is that new friend?"

"……people."

"Oh." Xia Feng also lowered his head to suck the soy milk.

After the rustling sound was over, the two raised their heads at the same time and hiccupped in satisfaction.

In the small lounge of ten square meters, there was a faint smell of soy milk.

Geng Songping said: "What do you think?"

Xia Feng said: "The synopsis of the story is very concise, the characterization has no distinctive features, the development of the plot is simple and rough, and there is no pleasure in reading at all. And the protagonist is a murderer."

Geng Songping threw back the empty soy milk bag to him: "Thank you." He stood up and left.

"Don't go." Xia Feng went to catch him, "I haven't finished talking yet. Why are you in a hurry! In this era, killing is sometimes forced, let alone your sweetheart."

Naturally, Geng Songping would not explain that when Zhong Shihuang killed Zhao Shuqing, the apocalypse had not yet begun, and it passed vaguely.

Xia Feng said: "That friend of yours still likes that person very much?"

Just like it?

Is it obsession already?

Geng Songping sighed slightly.

"Actually, it's not a bad thing." Xia Feng comforted him, "Maybe it's an opportunity to help your friend get out of the past."

Geng Songping said: "You think so?"

Xia Feng said: "Even a professional psychiatrist can't prescribe medicine based on other people's narrative, let alone such a pale narrative. However, from the perspective of a bystander, I think you are too nervous. If your friend Nothing happened for a few years, only when that new friend appeared, maybe the problem lies in that new friend.”

Geng Songping was stunned.

Xia Feng patted him on the shoulder: "Maybe this is the beginning of a new relationship, so be careful."

Geng Songping suddenly grabbed Xia Feng who was about to leave, and said suspiciously: "Actually, you are just here to listen to the story, right?"

A moment of embarrassment appeared on Xia Feng's face, "Don't say that, your story isn't good at all. I'm a doctor, and a doctor cares about parents. Don't insult my profession."

"What's your major?"

"……clinical."

After talking nonsense with Xia Feng for a long time, Geng Songping gained a little.Xia Feng has a good saying. In the past three years, Zhong Shihuang has never pretended to anyone, but he is special to Gu Xi. Maybe Gu Xi is really special?

He thought of the video of Zhao Shuqing "resurrecting from the dead" and walking out of the police station swaggeringly, and he shuddered.

If Zhao Shuqing didn't die, why did it take so many years to come back?

What is his purpose after coming back after so many years?

If Gu Xi is not Zhao Shuqing, who is he? Does he have anything to do with Zhao Shuqing?

Is his appearance a coincidence, or a human arrangement?

Geng Songping thought about it, and fell into a deep sea of ​​doubts and suspicions.

Unlike Geng Songping's conflicts and entanglements, Zhong Shihuang was very calm and at ease.This was the most peaceful night he had slept in in three years, from nine o'clock in the evening to three o'clock in the morning, a full six hours.

It's just that after waking up, I can't fall asleep again.

He opened his eyes wide, looked at the ceiling in a daze for a while, then suddenly lifted the quilt and jumped out of bed, and rushed into the kitchen barefoot.

Wen Gu, who was practicing next door, heard the movement, opened his eyes suspiciously, and was about to follow to have a look, when he heard Zhong Shihuang running back on tiptoe and stopping in front of his room door.

Zhong Shihuang held the sugar tomato and looked at the door hesitantly, wondering whether he should knock or not.

Shuqing should be sleeping soundly at this time, right?

However, I really want to see him.

Zhong Shihuang hesitated.

Wen Gu waited and waited, but still saw no action from the other party, so he couldn't help but pass through the wall invisibly.The corridor was pitch-black, only a moon-white light came from the direction of the living room.

Zhong Shihuang sat on the ground with his knees hugged, with sugar tomatoes that were too late to start for dinner in his hand, and a pair of eyes staring blankly at the door of his bedroom, as if there was the most beautiful painting in the world.

Wen Gu sat down beside him, hugged his knees together, and stared blankly.

It's just that what he looks at is the door, and what he looks at is him.

The water villa ushered in the first light of dawn in the morning.

Seeing Zhong Shihuang standing up unsteadily, Wen Gu realized that he had sat with him all night.

Zhong Shihuang shook his numb legs, straightened his clothes and hair, bent down to pick up the sugar tomatoes that had been with him all night, cleared his throat, and knocked on the door.

Wen Gu glanced at him, went back into the room, and opened the door.

Zhong Shihuang didn't expect him to open the door so quickly, he was stunned before saying, "I woke you up."

Wen Gu opened his mouth to answer, but suddenly remembered that he was dumb, so he made a running motion.

"I'll go with you." Zhong Shihuang pulled him to leave.

Wen Gu pulled him back and pointed at his clothes.

Zhong Shihuang looked down at his pajamas, and quickly handed him the plate: "Wait for me while you eat, I'll be fast!"

The white sugar on the plate has been turned into water, together with the tomatoes.Wen Gu stretched out his fingers and put a little bit into his mouth. The sugar water had a slight fragrance, but it was cloyingly sweet.He took the plate back to the kitchen, and as soon as he put it down, he heard Zhong Shihuang rushing out, rushing to the door without looking back.

Unable to call anyone, Wen Gu could only trot along behind him, saw that he was barefoot, returned to Zhong Shihuang's room, grabbed a pair of shoes and went out.Once back and forth, it takes about 1 minute to reach the door.

Zhong Shihuang stood barefoot on the bridge with his back to him, only his hair swaying in the breeze, silent as a statue.

Wen Gu deliberately stepped forward and walked over.

He suddenly turned his head, his dead face lit up instantly, and he looked at him with frowned eyebrows.

Wen Gu bent down and put the shoes in front of him. The next moment, he was hugged into his arms, and his trembling arms and chest formed a city wall. He was trapped in it and had no way to escape.

Zhong Shihuang bit his lower lip firmly, fearing that the pain, worry and fear he had endured for the past three years would turn into unwilling resentment and hurt the person in his arms.

He didn't have such a position. At the beginning, it was the bullet he didn't trust that broke the relationship between the two of them. Now that Zhao Shuqing's willingness to come back is already the best gift from heaven, he shouldn't expect more.

However, the joy of losing and regaining and the fear of gaining and losing are like heaven and hell, pulling him to wander between the two ends of pain and happiness.

He wanted to get it, but he was afraid of losing it, he stayed where he was, and was full of emptiness.The dilemma made him act like a fool, helpless and lingering.

"Don't run around in the future." Zhong Shihuang collected his mood, slowly let go of his hand, stroked Wen Gu's hair, and said softly, "Tell me wherever you are going." He paused, afraid of his overbearing Arousing the other party's disgust, he added, "You have just come to Tiger City, and you are not familiar with the place, so it is easy to get lost. I will accompany you, be safe."

Wen Gu pointed to his feet and then to his shoes.

Zhong Shihuang put on his slippers and smiled: "I hope your exercise today is not about running."

Wen Gu stretched out his arms and walked slowly ahead.

The unawakened Tiger City is like the beautiful water town three years ago, with picturesque scenery at every glance.The willow leaves are low, blowing mist.The river flows slowly around the low wall.

But in Zhong Shihuang's eyes, this kind of scenery is far less dazzling than the metallic color of the mask of the young man around him.

Wen Gu looked down at the road ahead, trying to ignore the pair of eyes beside him that were brighter than the searchlights.

"Ah." Zhong Shihuang suddenly cried out.

Wen Gu stopped and looked at him.

Zhong Shihuang pointed at his feet pitifully.Somehow, a sharp stone jumped into the shoe and stabbed the sole of the foot.

Wen Gu took off his shoes and took a look. The leather was thick and unbroken.Even so, he still wiped away the reddish dent with his immortal energy. After thinking about it, anyway, he pressed Zhong Shihuang's chest and observed the condition of his spiritual roots.After yesterday's purification, the spiritual root in his body is very peaceful today, it has neither grown tall nor thick, and nestled obediently in his chest.

Wen Gu let go of his hand in satisfaction, but was pushed back again.

Zhong Shihuang grabbed his hand, moved it to the position of his heart, and said in a low voice: "I feel my heart is beating very fast, please help me to see if there is something uncomfortable?"

The heartbeat in his chest was strong and powerful, shaking his palm slightly, Wen Gu felt that his heartbeat was gradually catching up with the frequency of the other party, and they started beating wildly together.

"How is it?" Seeing that Wen Gu stopped talking, Zhong Shihuang slowly approached Wen Gu, enduring his shyness and nervousness.

Wen Gu hurriedly took half a step back, gently freed his hand, and pointed to the way.

"Go back so soon?" Zhong Shihuang was displeased.

Wen Gu pointed to his stomach.

"Are you hungry? Why didn't you tell me earlier?" After finishing speaking, Zhong Shihuang turned back and pulled him back.

Wen Gu followed behind him, feeling moved in his heart.Apart from Master, he was the first person who cared about his feelings like this.And in the degree of caring, even the master is far behind.This is not to say that Daoist Yunyang doesn't care enough about her, but that even though cultivators care about other people's feelings, they are limited. It's not that they are not careful enough, it's that they themselves take their emotional desires very lightly, and naturally they don't know how much others need them.

He looked at Zhong Shihuang's back, suddenly quickened two steps, and quietly narrowed the distance between them.

The two returned to the water villa hand in hand. Before entering, they saw two uninvited guests standing at the door.

Meng Jin stood with her chest folded, her face full of impatience.The young man who looked like Liu Xiaoling was carrying two thermos bottles, and before Meng Jin could make trouble, he stepped forward and said, "We're here to find you... let's have breakfast together."

They all live in water villas, and they are neighbors on the left and right.

Zhong Shihuang didn't want strangers to enter his territory, so he didn't hire a babysitter. When he was hungry, he went there to eat. After a long time, Meng Jin saw that his wife had to cook and wash dishes. She was like a free cook. I am happy, every time I buy food, I will prepare a copy for Zhong Shihuang, put it in their refrigerator, and then go to his house to cook, and let Zhong Shihuang wash the dishes after eating. Of course, the cost of vegetables and running errands can not be less !

"This is Zheng Shengyu, and this is his wife." Zhong Shihuang introduced, while staring into Wen Gu's eyes, wanting to see his reaction.

Wen Gu nodded and extended his hand in greeting.

Zheng Shengyu was carrying things in both hands, and it was inconvenient to shake hands. He was about to give one to Meng Jin, but Meng Jin was already ahead of him, and shook Wen Gu perfunctorily.

Zhong Shihuang solemnly introduced: "He is Gu Xi, he is..."

"Healer." Meng Jin said, "We met yesterday."

Zhong Shihuang said: "When?"

Meng Jin noticed the slight displeasure in his words, raised her eyebrows in surprise, and suddenly smiled at Wen Gu: "I had a good chat yesterday, and I hope to have a chance to talk again."

Zhong Shihuang glared at him, then looked at Wen Gu.

Wen Gu pointed to his throat.

Zhong Shihuang smiled: "Some people just like to talk to themselves."

Meng Jin put her arms around Zheng Shengyu and complained: "My wife... my husband cooked something for you to eat, yet you let him stand at the door? Is there any humanity?"

Only then did Zhong Shihuang open the door.

Wen Gu was walking in the middle, and when he entered the door, he heard Meng Jin whisper, "Let me carry it."

Zheng Shengyu replied in a low voice: "No, you spilled it last time."

"Last time, the lid wasn't closed properly."

"It's not heavy."

"Carrying for so long, no matter how heavy something is, it will be tiring."

"It's all here."

Wen Gu couldn't help but look back.

They looked at each other and smiled slightly.It was cloudy outside, but the eyes of the two were full of sunshine, reflecting each other, and the jewels complemented each other. Even standing here, they could feel a strong warmth radiating from them, full of warmth.

"Why are you in a daze?" Zhong Shihuang hugged him from behind with one hand. It was originally an elbow, but after a moment of hesitation, he moved it to his shoulder, like a friend with a friend.

Wen Gu turned to look at him, suddenly yearning for the warmth of his embrace, and subconsciously grasped the hand on the shoulder that only intended to move away.

"What's wrong?" Zhong Shihuang looked at him flattered.

Wen Gu froze for a moment, looked at him, then at himself who was holding his hand, his mind went blank for a moment.

Abnormal frequency of chest throbbing.

My own attachment to Zhong Shihuang.

I can't bear to see him in pain, the urge to break the principle.

With all these additions, the answer is self-evident.

Could it be that this is human love?

Wen Gu was so shocked that he stood there for a long time, with a layer of cold sweat dripping from his forehead, it took a long time to be recalled by Zhong Shihuang's call, and turned to look at him.

"Are you OK?"

Wen Gu found himself leaning in his arms, and quickly stood up straight. After realizing his thoughts, he didn't dare to look directly at him, for fear of leaking his emotions, he nodded indiscriminately, pushed him away and sat on the sofa.

Zhong Shihuang frowned, not understanding why his attitude had changed so much. Turning around, he saw Zheng Shengyu looking at them curiously and doubtfully, and Meng Jin beside him, smiling narrowly.

"What's for dinner today?" He asked calmly.

Zheng Shengyu said, "Vegetable buns and porridge."

Zhong Shihuang thought for a while and said, "Can you make charcoal-baked pancakes?"

Meng Jin's face darkened: "You really think of my wife as a cook?"

Zheng Shengyu shook his head honestly and said, "No."

Meng Jin snorted coldly: "I will not do it for him."

Where did Zhong Shihuang get the bowls and chopsticks from the kitchen, spread out the food in the dining room, and specially set aside a portion for Wen Gu in the living room.

Meng Jin said, "What happened to him?"

Zhong Shihuang said: "It's nothing." More than anyone else, he wants to know what happened to Shuqing and how he has lived these years, but he still can't.

Seeing this, Meng Jin couldn't ask any more questions.

After the three finished their meal in a muffled voice, Zhong Shihuang took the tableware to the kitchen to wash, Meng Jin followed and said in a low voice, "Xu Changsheng can't hold it anymore."