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The Kennedy International Airport was still busy in the middle of the night, almost a day's flight time made Gu Zhuo's whole body very stiff. He twisted his neck and heard the crackling of bones.

The mobile phone in the pocket had just been turned on, and it started buzzing and vibrating. Gu Zhuo sighed and connected the phone with his luggage.

Secretary Liang's panicked voice sounded from the other end of the phone: "Mr. Gu, the shareholders here say you can't leave, the company..."

"I know, but I've already arrived in New York." Gu Zhuo's tone was very calm, "The matter is a foregone conclusion, please help me comfort me from the shareholder side, I will rush back as soon as possible after I finish handling the matter here, I need you If the signed documents can be sent to me in electronic form, I will use the electronic version;

Secretary Liang wanted to say something more, but he just started, and Gu Zhuo hung up the phone neatly, and then switched directly to airplane mode.

Gu Zhuo opened the photo album, looked at the gentle and elegant man above, and then raised his eyes to search among the crowd.The man is very outstanding, and the temperament around him is hard to ignore. Gu Zhuo recognized him almost at the first sight.

Gu Zhuo pushed the luggage cart over, met the man's surprised gaze, and stretched out his hand: "Mr. Qiao? Hello, I'm Gu Zhuo, we chatted on WeChat before."

Qiao Heng was stunned for a moment, but then he came back to his senses and shook Gu Zhuo's hand: "Hi, I'm Qiao Heng, don't be so polite, just call me by my name."

Gu Zhuo said hello, looked around, and asked impatiently, "Have you contacted Chief Song?"

"I'm sorry, not yet," Qiao Heng immediately apologized, and he lowered his eyebrows and smiled, "I'm sorry for him first, but you don't have to worry, Mr. Gu, Xiao Lin is a very responsible person, As long as he handles the translation work, no matter what the problem is, he will definitely give you a proper solution."

Gu Zhuo suppressed the panic in his heart, forced a smile and replied: "I know, but the situation here is really urgent, I need to see Chief Song immediately."

Gu Zhuo had a smile on his face, but he deliberately emphasized the word "immediately" in his tone.

Qiao Heng lowered his brows and eyes a little: "I can understand, we are also urgently contacting him, but in our profession, sometimes we do things upside down, and we can't come out of the simultaneous interpretation box for several days in a row. The outside world is isolated, so it's normal not to be able to get in touch at this time, so please rest assured Mr. Gu."

Speaking of this, Qiao Heng seemed to want to change the topic, he took the suitcase in Gu Zhuo's hand, and said with a smile: "Mr. Gu must be very tired after sitting on the plane for so long, I have booked a hotel for you here , you go to the hotel to rest for a while, and I will bring him to see you after I contact Xiao Lin."

"No need," Gu Zhuo's face darkened instantly, he pulled the luggage back, and his tone was deliberately low, "I'll go find him with you."

Qiao Heng probably didn't expect that Gu Zhuo's attitude would be so tough, he looked a little embarrassed, and said with a smile: "Mr. Gu, we all know each other from our father's generation, so there is no need to mess up things like this at work..."

"It's not just about work." Gu Zhuo pursed his lips, and looked at Qiao Heng with deep meaning in his eyes, "There is also a personal matter between me and Song Rin."

The deep meaning behind the word "private matter" is far more than what is revealed in the literal sense.

Qiao Heng is a smart person, he figured it out quickly in seconds, the expression on his face was no longer the same as before, and he looked at Gu Zhuo with scrutiny and confusion in his eyes.

Qiao Heng turned the keychain on his finger, thinking: "The situation is more complicated than I imagined, how about this, Mr. Gu, let's get in the car first and talk in the car."

It was late at night, the airport was full of people coming and going, and the cold air poured in from time to time, it was indeed not a good place to talk.In addition, Gu Zhuo was anxious to see Song Rin, so he would not waste any more time here, so he suppressed his emotions and followed Qiao Heng into the car.

Although it was snowing in New York, the falling snow was fine, and the road was neither snow nor icy, and the vehicles drove on the road smoothly.

Qiao Heng adjusted the radiator, turned the steering wheel and asked, "Is Mr. Gu dating our Xiao Lin?"

Ever since Gu Zhuo uttered that sentence, he had expected that Qiao Heng would ask such a question. Anyway, it started with a lie from the beginning, so Gu Zhuo didn't intend to tell the truth in the middle.

Gu Zhuo nodded, and admitted frankly: "Yes, I am dating Song Rin."

Speaking of this, Gu Zhuo seemed to have expected what Qiao Heng would ask next, turned his head and said straightly: "We have not been dating for a long time, and we have two business relationships. Xiao Lin is more considerate, so I didn't make it public for my consideration. This It was also my fault this time, I was too busy with work to take care of his emotions, and there was a little conflict between the two of us."

Gu Zhuo's expression was unusually calm when he spoke, even if Qiao Heng vaguely felt something was wrong, he couldn't pick out any faults.

Qiao Heng raised his eyebrows, looked in the rearview mirror and said, "Really, Xiao Lin didn't tell me. If that's the case, Mr. Gu don't need to be too anxious. He might want to calm down by not answering the phone." .”

Qiao Heng didn't know the truth, and Gu Zhuo couldn't reveal too much considering what Song Rin said that night.He was extremely anxious, but he couldn't tell the truth, so he could only hold his breath and think in silence for a while.

"Mr. Qiao, whether it's business or private, I must see Song Rin immediately." Gu Zhuo's voice was somewhat serious, "I haven't contacted him since I talked to him three days ago. Venerable Master, you haven't been in touch yet, how can I not be nervous in such a situation."

Hearing what Gu Zhuo said, Qiao Heng frowned. He seemed to realize something was wrong in an instant. He suddenly tightened his hand holding the steering wheel, and his raised eyebrows followed closely.

"I'm sorry, but most of us are like this when we work. It's because I didn't think well about it," Qiao Heng called Siri on the phone, and after responding there, he said in English, "Plea color helpmenavigatolin'saddress."

After a beep over there, Google Maps is automatically opened, and a solid blue line is displayed zigzag on the screen, finally indicating the destination.

Qiao Heng guessed that he had thought about Gu Zhuo's words carefully, and began to realize that something was wrong. After smiling apologetically at Gu Zhuo, he raised his hand and looked for a contact on the car phone to dial.

The sound of beeping sounded in the carriage, and in the endless darkness of the night, it was as long as a sharp knife on the guillotine.

Finally, when the phone was about to be transferred to the message box, the phone was connected, and a hoarse and slow female voice came: "Hello? What'smatter?"

"Shu Ya," Qiao Heng said in a very low voice, "Now go and send a document to Jonathan to call the spare key. The room number is 3606."

Shu Ya on the other end of the phone probably hasn't woken up yet, she was a little dazed: "Ah... oh ok ok, I'll get up and post right away."

"It's been hard work, take a rest early after sending it." Qiao Heng said, then he hung up the phone and raised his hand to make another call.

It took two calls in succession to get through the call. Gu Zhuo took a look and saw that it was the man named Jonathan just now.Qiao Heng's speech speed was a little faster, but he was still calm. He talked with Jonathan calmly, and found some superficial excuses to fool him.

After Jonathan agreed, Qiao Heng told Gu Zhuo to sit still, and then stepped on the accelerator at the maximum speed limit, and the silver-black SUV drove out with a roar.

The road conditions at night were good, and Qiao Heng kept driving at high speed, only stopping for a short while on the way to pay the bridge toll.

The airport is not very far from Song Rin's house, about half an hour's drive away, due to Qiao Heng's acceleration, the time has been shortened a lot.

When they arrived, a brown-haired man wrapped in a camel coat was hopping and waiting at the entrance. Qiao Heng went over to greet him. It was Jonathan who had just spoken on the phone, and then took the key from him.

Qiao Heng introduced the two of them to each other. Although Gu Zhuo's English was not as professional as Qiao Heng's and the others, normal communication was not a problem. The two shook hands in a friendly and harmonious manner.

Because it is a subsidiary apartment belonging to the company, neither of Qiao Heng needs to register, and only Gu Zhuo needs to register visitor information at the front desk.

This apartment is decorated like a five-star hotel. The hanging crystal chandelier is eye-catching as soon as you enter. There are deacons in British uniforms and white gloves standing in the elevator to serve you.

Jonathan lived on the No.30 eighth floor of this apartment, and the three separated on the No.30 sixth floor.As soon as the elevator opens, through the fan-shaped glass windows, you can see the Central Park under the fine snow.

But at this moment, Gu Zhuo was not in the mood to appreciate the beautiful scenery, he followed Qiao Heng's footsteps and rushed to 3606 at a trot.

Although Qiao Heng had the key on him, he didn't open the door directly. Instead, he rang the doorbell first and knocked on the door with his hand.

To no avail, there was no answer from the apartment, not even the sound of walking.

The corridor in the middle of the night was unusually quiet, and Gu Zhuo's heart instantly rose to his throat. He watched Qiao Heng take out the key to open the door, and he felt that it was extremely slow, like a slow motion that was deliberately elongated and slowed down in Inception. The frame of the picture that is in focus is pulled out in front of your eyes.

The key goes in the hole and turns.With a click, the oak door was pushed open with the movement.

The darkness behind the door stung Gu Zhuo's eyes, his mind collapsed instantly, he pushed Qiao Heng away regardless, and rushed into the room.

Qiao Heng's exclamation was left behind by him. Like a mad bull, he rushed in aimlessly, stumbled and stumbled many times in the middle, until Qiao Heng turned on all the lights behind him, he had no direction. .

Qiao Heng walked over rubbing his shoulders, and led him to turn to the master bedroom in the inner bedroom: "It's here."

After finishing speaking, Qiao Heng was about to knock on the door, but before his hand knocked on the door, Gu Zhuo stretched out his hand and twisted the door open.

The air in the room was stuffy and humid, with an inexplicable sour smell, the blackout curtains were drawn, and the lights were not turned on, so the bulging bag on the bed could only be vaguely seen by the light in the corridor.

Gu Zhuo trembled all over, unable to think about anything else, and unable to care about reason, he threw open the door and rushed to the bed. He lifted the quilt, pulled the man into his arms, and quickly checked his wrist and neck.

Fortunately, there was no wound.

Song Rin had an unshaven beard, and there was a sour smell coming from his body, but Gu Zhuo didn't care about it at all. As if he was holding a rare treasure, he carefully brushed away the hair on Song Rin's face, and possessed himself to feel his breath.

When his weak breath sprayed on his eyelashes, Gu Zhuo breathed a sigh of relief as if he had narrowly escaped from a disaster.

Gu Zhuo hugged Song Rin tightly, all the worries and fears of these days turned into tears, and he shouted hoarsely: "Song Rin, Song Rin, wake up, wake up."

buzzing.

The pointer gyro wrapped in thick patina rotates on the clean and transparent glass table that can reflect the figure. The pointer turns to the south side, pointing to Song Rin who is lying flat on the tens of millions of couch, and the pointer turns to the north side, pointing to Seated psychiatrist.

The psychiatrist put the receiver on the side of the table, and the sound of the friction between the top corner and the table was amplified. She smiled and said, "I'm sorry Mr. Song, because your psychological defense is too strong, I may have to take some appropriate hypnosis way, you don't mind."

Song Rin closed his eyes, covered his body with a woolen blanket, and pressed his palms together with the knuckles on it: "You have already done it, so you don't need to ask my opinion again."

Faced with this dissatisfied language, the psychiatrist smiled and said nothing.

Outside the window, there is the sound of the bamboo running water falling, rolling down on the smooth rocks little by little, making a pleasant and meditative sound.The psychological counseling room was very quiet for a while, only the amplified sound of spinning tops rubbing and water falling could be heard.

The psychiatrist has been observing the expression on Song Rin's face. After some time, the tension on his face finally relaxed a bit. The doctor seized the opportunity and hurriedly asked.

"Okay, Mr. Song, I remember you said that your parents divorced when you were about seven or eight years old, right? May I ask if their divorce has any psychological impact on you?"

"No," Song Rin replied immediately, "it doesn't have any effect."

The psychiatrist wrote on the paper: "So do you remember clearly the scene when they got divorced?"

Song Lin shook his head: "I don't remember."

"Is there no memory at all?" The psychiatrist asked, "Still very vague?"

Song Rin thought for a while: "I don't have any impression."

The psychiatrist frowned slightly, and she circled the column of 'deliberately forgetting'.She continued to ask: "So, Mr. Song, if you think back now, in your memory, which scene do you remember most about your parents appearing at the same time?"

"Both parties?" Song Rin couldn't help but frown when he heard this word, his clasped knuckles were a little stiff, "Yes... when I was about seven years old, my mother kicked my father in high heels."

"High heels? Kick your dad?" The psychiatrist quickly and accurately grasped the change in Song Rin's tone, "Is the high heels very profound, or the kicking is very profound?"

Song Rin frowned more and more tightly, as if feeling uneasy: "The high heels are about seven or eight centimeters long, very thin, and kicked on my dad's back ankle...it hurts."

Following his words, the psychiatrist continued to ask: "So your parents were arguing, right? Can you remember the reason for the quarrel?"

"It's a quarrel," Song Rin replied, "The reason is...divorce?"

Speaking of this, Song Lin didn't know what flashed in his mind, and quickly changed his words: "I don't know, I can't remember, I can't remember."

The psychiatrist noticed something was wrong: "No, Mr. Song, you..."

"I said, I can't remember!" Song Rin suddenly grabbed the woolen blanket tightly, shaking his head on the pillow.

"Okay, okay, please calm down a little bit, and don't ask if you don't remember clearly." The psychiatrist softly comforted her, and she turned up the loudspeaker to amplify the friction sound of the spinning top.

buzz buzz.The sound of friction gradually overwhelmed the sound of running water, and it hit the cochlea regularly in bursts.

Song Rin, who was lying on the recliner, also gradually relaxed following the sound, and the knuckles that were tightly grasped gradually eased.

The psychiatrist secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Behind the word "deliberately forgetting", he replaced the circle with a tick and added the word "avoid the forbidden area".

"Hmm... so, in your childhood, what is the most impressive memory?" The psychiatrist already has a general direction.

The rubbing sound of the spinning top came into my mind little by little, breaking the shackles of memory sealed by dust.

Song Rin thought for a while, and replied: "The deepest thing...my grandfather, I always peed on my pants at that time, and I had to change my pants many times a day. My grandfather was helping me take a bath at that time. After the shower, he Put me on his arms and lift me up."

Speaking of the latter, Song Rin's voice was a little choked up, and there was a smile of memory on his face.

The psychiatrist rewrote the word "Grandpa" on the paper and asked, "Grandpa must love you very much, so Mr. Song, what kind of person is your grandfather in your impression?"

When asked here, the corners of Song Rin's raised mouth suddenly became stiff, and he was pressed back in an instant: "My grandfather is a very gentle and stable person, and he is also very knowledgeable. I respect him very much."

"Really?" The psychiatrist paid attention to the facial expression, and her pen tip clicked on Grandpa's words, "Does Grandpa always stay by your side?"

Song Rin nodded: "I grew up with my grandfather, he taught me a lot."

"So, did he have high demands on you?" the psychiatrist asked, "Or, when you were growing up, your parents, or any relatives, had high demands on you. ?"

Song Rin, who always answered quickly, was silent for a few seconds at this moment, his body tensed undetectably, and he replied in a steady voice: "No, they... just want me to grow up healthy and happy , didn't make high demands on me."

The mechanical pencil held by the psychiatrist suddenly fell short, and the broken refill rolled a few times on the paper before falling on the white carpet.

The psychiatrist smiled slightly, and she said as she wrote, "Mr. Song, it's not a good habit to lie to others. I still hope you can trust me more."

Hearing this, Song Rin didn't know whether it was ridicule or something, and said with a sneer, "I've said it before, I'm a very disgusting person, doctor."

The psychiatrist grasped the key point and continued to ask: "Why? You think you are a very disgusting person, so what is the reason for this disgusting?"

Song Rin, who was lying on the recliner, frowned slightly. He pursed his lips and thought: "Many, I am cowardly, and I dare not admit mistakes, especially mistakes of principle. I dare not admit them. I only dare to make up for them secretly. Very cold, doesn't trust anyone, can't form a real relationship, a liar, never has the courage to tell the truth."

After finishing speaking, the atmosphere was silent for a few seconds before the psychiatrist continued to ask: "That's all, is there any more?"

"No more." Song Rin replied quickly, almost subconsciously.

The psychiatrist looked at the words on the case registration and said puzzledly: "These are all human feelings, Mr. Song, no one is perfect, and the character, bottom line, principles, etc. are all established in the process of growth. In the past, it is impossible for us not to make mistakes, but the most important thing is that we can correct our mistakes and never make mistakes again. And you also mentioned that you are secretly making up for it, proving that you have a sense of repentance, and that is enough Mr. Song, don't be too harsh on yourself, this..."

"No, these are not enough," Song Rin grabbed the blanket with his hand, "doctor, do you believe in karma? I'm a language student, and this sentence exists in almost all the languages ​​I've learned. Karma Retribution, karmaisreal, etc., everything I do will be returned to me."

"Then what exactly did you do, Mr. Song," the psychiatrist said persuasively, "you can tell me, our doctors are professional, and you can speak out with confidence no matter what it is. Besides, Some things may be that you think too seriously, but in fact..."

"I violated the nature of human relations." Song Rin interrupted calmly, repeating, "I violated the nature of human relations and did disgusting things in this world."

The psychiatrist was stunned for a few seconds, and she was at a loss for words for a moment, not knowing how to reply.

After a while, she continued to ask: "Then... what is this matter?"

"Yes…"

pat.

The spinning top on the table suddenly fell down, and the humming friction sound in his head disappeared instantly, as if a string had been broken suddenly, and Song Rin, who was lying on the recliner, opened his eyes instantly.

It's just that when he opened his eyes this time, what he saw was no longer the embossed ceiling of the counseling room, but the white beams intertwined with cold and warm.

Song Lin was stunned in a daze, and it took him a long time to realize that he was in the guest room of the apartment.He wanted to get up in a daze, but his hand was held down suddenly.

"Don't move, you are still hanging water."

Gu Zhuo's warm voice rang in his ears, every single word seemed to throw a mine into Song Rin's head, it exploded with a bang, and he lost all reason.

Song Rin's eyes widened, she turned her head in astonishment, and looked at Gu Zhuo for a long while without saying a word.Gu Zhuo also let him watch, entangled with his eyes, calmly waiting for him to recover.

I don't know how long it took before Song Rin gradually recovered her voice and asked, "You... why are you here? How did you come to New York? How did you come in?"

"This problem is too complicated. I'll talk to you when you get better." Gu Zhuo got up and helped him up, and after placing a pillow behind his waist, he opened the thermos bucket that was placed aside, "You are almost three years old. I haven't eaten for a day, and the doctor said that I can only eat some liquid food after waking up, and the porridge is still warm, so give it a try."

The moment the insulation cover was turned off, the aroma of seafood porridge came out, and Song Rin's stomach sent a signal of hunger to the brain almost at the same time.

Obviously, a few days ago, I was extremely nauseated, and I vomited after eating.

Song Rin also knew that her body was important, but just as she was about to reach for the spoon, Gu Zhuo pressed down his hand just as he did at the beginning.

The tone is very light, but there is an undeniable meaning: "I'll feed you, you are still hanging water, so don't move."

Only then did Song Rin notice that there was a hanging bottle standing beside him. He looked at the hanging needle in his hand and asked, "What is this?"

"Nutrient solution." Gu Zhuo scooped up a spoonful of porridge and blew it cool. "You lay in bed for three days without eating or drinking. When I came over, you had passed out due to hypoglycemia."

Song Rin retorted subconsciously: "It's not that I don't eat or drink, I'm..."

Gu Zhuo pushed the porridge to his mouth, interrupted his explanation, and said with heavy eyes: "Eat the porridge first, don't rush to explain, Song Rin, you need to explain too much, don't rush this moment."

The author has something to say: Yesterday and today, sorry, the status is really not very good, I will try my best to update it every day, I am very sorry.

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