The boss wants me to fall asleep every night

When Zhao Qian heard the expected answer, his mood became more complicated: It really was Yi Sheng, how could this thief attack so quickly?

His mother is a stinky pig, he is really hardworking to beat Lao Tzu's cabbage.

Zhao Qian asked: "Do you want to sing for him?"

"Yes." Shen Qiu Jingzhen

After not seeing each other for a while, Shen Qiu's attitude towards Yi Sheng has become closer...

Zhao Qian raised his brows, took a deep breath, and told himself that if he scolded here, no one would scold, and Shen Qiu would be frightened instead.

Moreover, Shen Qiu probably didn't understand the advice he wanted to give.

Although Yi Sheng is a dog, but...

If Shen Qiu can let down his guard, it means that he really takes good care of people.

Let it be for now.

"Sing as much as you want." Zhao Qian endured the fuss, and had already changed a hundred tricks in his mind to scold the pig who slapped the cabbage.

"Although the company's attitude is not clear, if it is a recording studio for practice, it can still be borrowed."

"If you want to come, just give me a few calls and I'll pick you up."

The phone hangs up.

Shen Qiu heard footsteps from far to near, and a pair of black leather shoes stopped in front of him.

He heard Yi Sheng say: "Let's go, Jiong Yao!

Shen Qiu raised his head, his eyes were slightly bent, and the small dimples at the corners of his mouth were lightly revealed: "En."

炯摇

Shen Qiu will have a rehearsal before the official performance of that talent show.

He has to make sure he can sing it before the rehearsal in three or four weeks.

Although Zhao Qian told him that he could borrow the company's practice recording studio, Shen Qiu M wanted to trouble him.

He knew that he was of little value to Yihua Entertainment now, Zhao Qian could be borrowed, but the process would definitely be too easy.

Fortunately, Mr. Yi has been leaving early and returning late recently.

After Aunt Liu left in the evening, Shen Qiu was the only one left in the villa. He could try to practice in the small flower room on the top floor.

The lights in the small greenhouse are always on.

Shen Qiu stepped into the greenhouse and walked towards his favorite corner.

There is a wicker chair with a hanging basket that is not too big in the depths of the flowers. Shen Qiu likes to sit on it by himself and sing to himself.

The night was very quiet, Shen Qiu sat on the rattan chair, tapped the ground with his toes lightly, causing the semi-circular rattan chair hanging in mid-air to shake slightly.

The vibrant flowers and plants surrounded him, like a gesture of protection and tolerance, which made him feel relaxed.

In the silence, Shen Qiu closed his eyes and opened his lips slightly.

The clean and ear-catching voice spiraled up in the small flower room, blurring out a clear and long rhythm, like the first drop of morning dew under the sun in the morning, pure and moving.

Shen Qiu sang half a song in the flowers without stagnation, and then stopped abruptly.

m right.

He needs to practice now, M only sings to himself, but to imagine, if there is only M here.

There should be countless audiences sitting in front of him, and the crowd will chatter in small, trivial voices, and then fall silent the moment he takes the stage.

All eyes have been focused on him.

only need to

He can sing.

Shen Qiu opened his mouth, but his throat seemed to be blocked by cotton.

He tried hard to make a sound, but all he could get out was broken and embarrassing gasps.

His throat felt like it was burning, Shen Qiu clutched his throat, his stomach convulsed, making him want to spit out everything in his stomach.

It was like the nightmare of that concert reappeared.

Shen Qiu bent down and hugged his head.

The woman's scream began to replay in his head over and over again.

"If M is you, M is obedient, if M is you, how could your father leave—?"

"Xiaoqiu, be good, listen to your mother, M Xu has sung—"

"M Xu sang!!"

"...Don't!" Shen Qiu opened his eyes suddenly, his whole body was trembling, the oxygen in the air seemed to be thin.

He grabbed his wrist, and the silver bracelet on his left wrist was pressed into the flesh by his movements, leaving a deep strangle mark.

Two or three days later, every attempt by Shen Qiu ended in failure.

He even tried to see if he could sing through Zhao Qian's voice call through the phone screen, but it also failed.

If he is asked to hum softly to himself, he can sing a song from beginning to end very smoothly.

But as long as he imagined that there were countless audiences sitting in front of him, or just through the screen of his mobile phone, Zhao Qian made a voice call and tried to sing.

The sense of suffocation and the smell of blood would surge up from the bottom of his throat together, making his eyes darken, his ears ringing, and he gasped for breath.

He can't sing.

He can't sing.

He can't sing.

"Shen Qiu? What's wrong with you?"

Zhao Qian heard Shen Qiu's hasty and regular breathing from the voice call, and suddenly realized that there was a problem with the other party's state.

"It doesn't matter if you can't sing, there is still time, if you want M today, you should rest first..."

After Zhao Qian said a few words, he didn't get a response for a long time, and the best guess in his heart became clearer.

"Shen Qiu?" He called out, only the sound of gradually disordered breathing was heard on the other side, and the silence was terrifying.

"Are you sick?" Zhao Qian's heart sank, and he shouted anxiously, "Have you not taken your medicine recently?"

"Shen Qiu—"

Zhao Qian was still shouting anxiously during the call, Shen Qiu took a breath and hung up the call.

It was as if an immovable rock was pressing on his heart, making him feel like he was sinking.

He is very familiar with this feeling.

Because before he went to the hospital for treatment, this numbness and heaviness all over his body made him feel tired and sad.

Those positive emotional feedbacks seemed to leak through a hole, and he didn't grab them at all.

No matter how hard he tried, he could do it, but he couldn't sing it.

It's so uncomfortable... Tears accumulated in the sockets of my eyes, and then hit the ground with a thud.

Shen Qiu curled up in the corner of the greenhouse, crying silently.

He opened his mouth to scream, but he couldn't make a sound, and his unexpressed emotions were blocked in his throat, making every breath he took seemed like a dying struggle.

His nails were on his wrist, but the slight sting was enough to keep him awake.

"Autumn?"

Shen Qiu raised his head, tears obscured his vision, making Yi Cheng's figure faint in his eyes.

"Why are you crying."

His ears seemed to be soaked in water, and Yi Sheng's worried voice came through the water, dull and indistinct.

Shen Qiu could feel Yi Sheng's warm fingertips gently tearing away his tears, and there seemed to be a slight tremor between the movements, or maybe it was just him trembling.

"Don't cry."

Warm embraces came up, and the man patted his back over and over again, comforting him in a low voice.

"Don't cry."

"good."

Shen Qiu lay in Yi Cheng's arms, tears rolled down, soaking Yi Cheng's white shirt.

He took a deep breath, coughing due to the sudden influx of air into his chest, and his already chaotic breathing rate accelerated again, the more he breathed, the more painful it became.

Yi Sheng noticed that Shen Qiu's breathing rate was too fast, but he was still breathing faster as if he lacked oxygen.

He realized what it was.

Hyperpnea.

Yi Sheng stretched out his hand to cover Shen Qiu's open mouth, which was desperately breathing, and forced himself to guide calmly: "Qiu, be obedient and breathe through your nose."

"Breathe slowly, m should be too fast, don't inhale through your mouth."

Shen Qiu was trapped in an empty and numb mood, he heard Yi Sheng's voice, but his blunt body allowed him to make a timely gesture immediately.

He tried hard to control himself, tears wet his eyelashes, cold sweat soaked his temples, and the panic in his heart continued to spread.

until

A tender kiss fell on his eyes.

Yi Sheng comfortingly kissed away Shen Qiu's tears, and waited for Shen Qiu to slowly and slowly recover his breathing before letting go of his hand covering his mouth.

"Is it better?" Yi Cheng put his hands on Shen Qiu's back, helping him to calm down.

Yi Sheng felt pain in his heart.

Ever since he knew that Shen Qiu had depression, he had kept in touch with Jiang Zhengbo and paid attention to books on this subject.

But the understanding of depression is only on paper or Jiang Zhengbo's dictation.

Now that I see it, I feel distressed to the point of suffering.

His hands were trembling subconsciously while holding Shen Qiu.

Shen Qiu made a mess of himself, his whole body was dripping wet, as if he had just been fished out of the water.

He opened his eyes blankly, the feeling of being ill just now has passed, but there are still some remnants affecting him.

Shen Qiu managed to regain his composure, and buried his face in Yi Cheng's arms. M wanted Mr. Yi to see him in a muffled voice.

"Tell me, why are you crying like this?"

Yi Cheng rubbed the back of Shen Qiu's head, and just put his arms around him, letting Shen Qiu be buried in his arms.

Shen Qiu took a slight breath, and tightly grasped the shirt on Yi Sheng's back, so hard that his fingertips turned white: "...Sing."

"Sing?"

"I want to sing." Shen Qiu's nose was sour, and tears rolled in his eyes again, "But I can't sing..."

"There is no sound in the throat, in the throat."

"I can't sing."

But he has no time.

If he can't sing all the time, what should Mr. Yi do?

If Mr. Yi has been insomnia, the next time he faints, will there be no serious problems like this time?

Shen Qiu really wanted to sing.

Never before had he sung with such urgency and desire.

He has always had only one audience in his world, so he only sings for himself.

But now there is an extra Mr. Yi.

He wanted to sing so badly.

He wanted so much to sing to this man.

Shen Qiu murmured: "But I can't sing..."

Yi Sheng thought about many answers, but he never thought of this one.

"Why do you want to sing?"

Shen Qiu's mind was in a mess, and he only remembered that M could tell Yi Sheng the real reason, but he knew how to lie, so he pursed his lips and vaguely used the program as an excuse: "Because... I accepted the program. "

programme?Yi Sheng was deeply impressed by this.

"Will there be singing in that show?"

Shen Qiu hurriedly nodded.

Yi Sheng said softly, "Does He Qiu want to sing?"

"……Um."

Yi Sheng tightened his arms, and what Jiang Zhengbo said a long time ago rang in his ears.

——"Depressed patients tend to lose interest in everything, and their feelings are numb, but this is their voluntary, but the disease makes them like this."

——"So Yi Sheng, if one day, your kid tells you that he wants to do something and is willing to work hard for it."

——"That's him telling you that he wants to come out of the shadows, please help him."

The author has something to say: Please give him a hand.

He is getting better for you step by step.

I think you guys are trying to squeeze me dry!

I've entered sage time now!

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