The boss wants me to fall asleep every night

The light of the study room quietly dripped down from the ceiling, filling the whole room.

Yi Sheng said in a low voice, "I suffered from insomnia very early on."

"It probably started when I was ten years old."

Listening to Mr. Yi's seemingly calm tone, Shen Heqiu's heart shrank with pain.

He couldn't help but squeeze Yi Sheng's hand tightly.

Suddenly being clenched by soft little hands, Yi Cheng couldn't help but chuckled.

He held Shen Heqiu's hand back.

Yi Sheng never mentioned anything about the past to anyone, even his psychiatrist Jiang Zhengbo didn't know about it

The original origin of his insomnia.

Yi Sheng's insomnia only started to appear after his mother's death.

At that time, he was only ten years old, still a child, and as his only remaining relative, Yi Pengcheng ignored him very much.

So much so that when he was about 15 years old, his condition was so serious that Lin Chengjun noticed that something was wrong, so he was taken to the hospital by Lin's parents.

However, due to various reasons, the doctors in the hospital failed to pry out the specific cause of insomnia from Yi Sheng's mouth, and in the end they could only prescribe the most conventional sleeping pills for him.

But mental illness cannot be cured by taking sleeping pills.

Yi Sheng recalled briefly for a moment, he looked into Shang Shen and Qiu's glassy eyes, and slowly took a sip of wine: "My mother is a very gentle person."

His mother, He Yishi, is a very typical southern beauty with a gentle personality. Even when she occasionally lectures her mischievous son, she always speaks very patiently.

It's a pity that she always encounters some bad things.

"She married my father Yi Pengcheng because of the needs of the family."

"But Yi Pengcheng is not a qualified father, nor is he a qualified husband." Yi Sheng said calmly.

The marriage between He Yishi and Yi Pengcheng was not based on love from the very beginning, but a commercial marriage between the He family and the Yi family.

Not long after getting married and giving birth to Yi Cheng, Yi Pengcheng couldn't control his fancy.

When He Yishi was busy taking care of her newborn son, he cheated on her.

But this is almost expected, He Yishi has always known that Yi Pengcheng does not love her, so Yi Pengcheng's cheating did not cause too much harm to her.

She just loves her only child more.

He Yishi's life in the He family was not considered happy. She was a girl, so the He family didn't value her, and only used her as a tool for marriage.

The birth of Yi Sheng was the first time she felt the existence of family affection.

"My mother loves me very much." Yi Sheng's eyes softened.

"She likes art like music and painting very much, so she taught me more or less since she was a child."

Yi Sheng recalled the past, and when he said this, he smiled slightly: "It's a pity that I really don't have any artistic skills. She taught me to draw, but I can't draw well, and she taught me to play the violin, but I can't learn it either."

Shen Heqiu blinked when they heard "violin", and asked in a stumbling manner, "Is that violin at home?"

He used it to play music for Mr. Yi before, and it was also in the study. Later, a recording studio was built at home, and the violin was also moved to the recording studio and put on hold.

"Yeah." Yi Cheng replied, "It's a good piano, right?"

"Unfortunately, she left before I learned the tune she taught me."

Shen Heqiu couldn't react for a while, he repeated in a daze: "...leave?"

Yi Sheng put down the wine glass in his hand, and said lightly, "She's dead."

"When I was ten years old, in a kidnapping case."

Yi Sheng was just the same as usual that day, waiting for the family driver to pick him up after school.

But it just so happened that He Yishi didn't ask the driver to pick him up that day, but came here by herself.

When the kidnappers rushed up, He Yishi was dragging Xiao Yisheng along a path home.

With a smile on her face, she listened to her son talking about what happened in school, and responded a few words from time to time.

It happened so suddenly that she didn't react until the kidnapper grabbed Xiao Yisheng's hand.

But she couldn't do anything.

Without a weapon, a young lady who has been well-clothed and well-fed since she was a child has no power to resist.

But He Yishi did not hesitate, like all mothers in the world, she stood in the face of danger to protect her children.

But her desperate resistance got a knife from the kidnapper with a knife.

She was stabbed in the abdomen, then kidnapped together with Xiao Yisheng, and locked in an empty warehouse.

The kidnappers came in the name of the Yi family, and the purpose was to ask for money.

They used Yi Sheng and the injured He Yishi to threaten Yi Pengcheng and ask him for money.

But at that time, Yi Pengcheng was fooling around with his little lover, and was interrupted by a phone call, and replied impatiently, "Get out, I don't have any money. If you want money, I'll call the police."

The kidnappers who didn't get the money were furious. When they heard that Yi Pengcheng wanted to call the police, they wanted to tear up the ticket directly, so they stabbed him with a knife.

They were the first to stab Xiao Yicheng, but He Yishi blocked him.

He Yishi, who was tortured by the pain for a day and a night and lost a lot of blood, suddenly woke up from the coma.

Inexplicably, she gained strength again, and struggled to protect Xiao Yicheng under her body.

The second knife stabbed He Yishi in the back.

Ten-year-old Yi Sheng was so frightened that he burst into tears. He hugged his bleeding mother, and was so flustered that he didn't know what to do. He could only use his small hands to cover He Yishi's wound.

But the blood didn't stop gushing out because of his stop.

The warehouse is freezing cold at night.

Xiao Yicheng hugged He Yishi, who was pale and cold, his whole body was stained red by the blood flowing from He Yishi's body.

He shivered with cold.

After the kidnappers called the Lin family and successfully asked for money, they hurriedly gave Xiao Yisheng some hemostatic medicine to stop He Yishi's bleeding.

The red-eyed Xiao Yicheng was holding a small bottle of inferior medicine powder. It was the first time he touched this kind of thing, and he couldn't use it at all.

He carefully sprinkled the powder on He Yishi's two holes.

The bleeding couldn't stop.

Probably the powder is too low quality.

And He Yishi bled for too long, was stabbed again, and was unable to recover.

Xiao Yicheng poured down the whole bottle of medicine, but the blood still kept flowing.

It flowed all over the floor.

He knew with horror that his mother would soon be leaving him.

He Yishi lost a lot of blood, her face was as white as paper, and she was so weak that even her voice was very soft.

But he still hugged Xiao Yicheng tenderly as usual, and wiped away the tears on Xiao Yicheng's face little by little.

She patted her son's back lightly, and her voice comforted him softly, just like every night, she sang goodnight songs to him and told bedtime stories to him.

"Xiao Sheng, be good, stop crying."

"You are a good boy, listen to your mother, close your eyes, sleep and wake up, everything is over."

"Mom will be fine."

With eyes blurred by tears, Xiao Yisheng fell into his mother's last warm embrace.

The ten-year-old child has not closed his eyes for nearly two days, and his spirit has been tense, and he is exhausted by now.

Although Xiao Yisheng didn't want to sleep anymore, he finally fell asleep.

Mother's embrace is really too warm.

But the next day, Xiao Yisheng woke up from the cold.

His mother's cold body was lying in front of him, and the blood flowing on the concrete floor had clotted, and so had the blood on his body and hands.

The only time his mother failed to keep her promise with him.

She lay on the cold, hard concrete floor and never woke up again.

Xiao Yicheng sat on the ground in a daze.

After an unknown amount of time, he crawled over and hugged He Yishi.

He shivered from the ice, his lips were pale.

He heard the kidnappers discussing how to dispose of the corpse, throwing it in the wilderness or burning it with fire.

He heard the siren suddenly sounding outside, followed by noisy and messy footsteps.

Someone put clothes on him, someone handed him hot water, someone

He took his mother from his arms.

Yi Cheng stumbled and chased out from a dark warehouse. He saw the medical staff in white carrying He Yishi on a stretcher. Yi Pengcheng stood beside her, looking down at her.

The man smiled indifferently, with an indifferent expression: "I will leave my wife's body to you."

"Did I stimulate the kidnapper?"

As if hearing some interesting joke, the man suddenly laughed: "Officer, I just reported the police that should be reported."

"It should be the kidnapper who killed my wife."

He turned his head and glanced indifferently at Yi Cheng who had just ran over and was smeared with blood all over his body: "Oh, maybe there is you."

"After all, they only planned to kidnap you, and your mother just picked it up."

"I heard you were still sleeping when she died?"

Yi Pengcheng said sarcastically that he has always disliked this son who was raised by He Yishi so that he doesn't get close to him, and he speaks without restraint.

Xiao Yisheng stood on the other side of the stretcher.

He stood where he was, watching blankly as his mother's body was loaded into the ambulance.

He never sleeps again.

From then on, Yi Sheng really couldn't fall asleep.

At first, it was just difficult to fall asleep, and then it gradually turned into a decline in sleep quality, and the slightest movement would wake him up, and finally turned into closing his eyes, but staying awake all night and all night.

He began to be afraid of what he would lose when he woke up, or he was afraid of those scenes in his dreams.

So in the end, even the sleeping pills stopped working for him.

Probably to punish him for the crime of killing his mother, so he was tortured by insomnia.

When Yi Sheng told these stories, his tone was very flat, as if he was telling a long-ago story.

But when Shen Heqiu heard these words, his heart felt sore and painful as if he had been pulled suddenly.

Yi Cheng saw his ignorant sadness, smiled and rubbed his head: "It's okay, it's been a long time."

"I'm not sad anymore."

As soon as he finished speaking, a soft little nightingale suddenly jumped into his arms.

Sitting on a chair, Yi Sheng was caught off guard, but fortunately he caught him quickly.

As soon as he was about to say something, he felt a coolness spread across his chest, soaking in through the fabric, dyed by the diametrically opposite heat of the skin.

Probably the little nightingale was crying.

Shen Heqiu lay on Yi Sheng's chest, their eyes couldn't bear the weight of tears, and the tears rolled down one by one, pattering onto Yi Sheng's shirt, soaking it all up.

His back trembled slightly, and even the hand that touched Yi Cheng trembled slightly.

Yi Sheng's heart seemed to have been hammered hard: "Jiujiu, why are you crying?"

Shen and Qiu didn't speak, and the faint sobbing sound was accompanied by a little panting, which was very clear in the silent room.

"Liar." Shen Heqiu's voice was full of tears.

His voice was so soft that Yi Cheng almost didn't hear him clearly, he was stunned for a moment: "Cheating?"

Shen Heqiu sniffed, raised his head, his eyelashes were soaked with tears, his eyes were flushed from crying, and he burped a few times: "Mr. Yi, you are a liar."

"Obviously sad, but still say, not sad."

Just like before, he obviously couldn't sleep, but lied to him to have a rest.

fraud.

"I can't even fall asleep, how can I, I'm not sad."

Yi Sheng didn't expect that Shen and Qiu's emotional perception in this aspect would be so keen.

For the first time, he felt a little helpless, and his little nightingale seemed to be made to cry by him.

Yi Sheng coaxed people in a low voice: "It's okay, isn't there a tweet now?"

"With Jiujiu singing to me, I can fall asleep."

Shen Heqiu shook his head vigorously.

This time, he was not deceived so easily.

Not being sad is the same as being able to fall asleep.

Yi Cheng didn't coax him well, he made a mistake, those continuous tears were like broken pearls, hitting his heart one by one, making him both sore and warm.

His little nightingale was feeling sorry for him.

He was crying for him.

Yi Sheng helped Shen and Qiu wipe away tears, he thought for a while and said, "Then Jiujiu do me a favor, I won't be sad."

Shen Heqiu twitched: "...Yes, what is it, busy?"

Yi Sheng said softly: "The violin piece that I didn't learn before, Jiu Jiu will teach me, okay?"

Shen Heqiu's eyelashes trembled slightly, and tears were about to fall: "What is it, the song?"

Yi Sheng wiped away the teardrop that was about to fall with his bent knuckles: "Chrysler's "Love's Sorrow"."

Shen Heqiu pinched their fingers and volunteered: "I know, I know this!"

"I'll teach you, don't be sad."

He paused and said, "It's not, it's not Mr. Yi's fault."

Yi Sheng froze for a moment: "...what?"

Shen Heqiu spoke very earnestly, holding back crying and hiccupping: "It was not Mr. Yi who killed Mr. Yi's mother."

"It's the one who kidnapped you, the villain."

Yi Sheng opened his mouth slightly, wanting to say something, but finally fell silent.

His heart was full of sourness, he was moved by Shen Heqiu's straightforward words, and the alcohol-induced blood agitation was suddenly magnified at this moment.

Yi Cheng gently held Shen Heqiu's cheeks, and kissed his forehead, the corners of his eyes, the tip of his nose, and finally his lips.

What he tasted in Shen Heqiu's tears seemed to be not salty, but a touch of sweetness.

Yi Sheng just had a drink, Shen and Qiu were robbed of oxygen between his lips and teeth, but what they tasted was a mellow wine smell.

The smell of alcohol burned all the way from the tip of his tongue to the bottom of his throat, and even his mind was affected, making him groggy, like the feeling of being slightly drunk after being drunk.

He was soon weakened by the kiss, and with only the strength of Yi Cheng's hand on his waist, he barely stood up, the mist under his eyes became thicker, and the corners of his eyes became redder.

Yi Cheng let go of Shen Heqiu, who had been kissed softly, and the slightly wet black hair that was stroked behind his forehead fell down, lying messily on his forehead.

He gave a low laugh, and spoke in a soft and vague voice: "My little nightingale."

Shen Heqiu's face was full of heat, his head was still dizzy, he didn't hear what Yi Sheng said clearly, he just looked dully at Yi Sheng who seemed to have made a sound, the corners of his eyes were red and attractive.

Yi Sheng sighed slightly.

He raised his hand and stroked the hair between Shen Heqiu's temples: "I want to sleep."

"Will Jiujiu sing to me?"

Shen Heqiu tugged at Yi Cheng's shirt in confusion, panting slightly with his red lips parted from the kiss.

He understood Yi Cheng's meaning slowly, and agreed without hesitation.

early morning.

The night outside the window is quiet.

The king fell asleep in the clear and long singing of the little nightingale, and the long-lasting illness was slowly filled and healed.

In the long song, the strong smell of rust and blood in the dream seemed to be blown away by a summer night breeze.

After that, there was no trace.

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