Wearing a little crying bag as a paranoid villain [Transmigration Book]

After Chu Xuan returned to Yan’s house, he sat on the sofa in a daze and completely forgot to turn up the temperature of the air conditioner. When Lingzi saw that he was only wearing short sleeves, her face turned pale from the cold. She thought she was going to catch a cold, so she immediately turned it up. The temperature in the room was warm, brought him a cup of hot water, and covered Chu Xuan with a fluffy blanket.

It was only then that Chu Xuan came to his senses and thanked her.

He feels relieved because he thinks that he will not leave this world immediately, and feels regretful, because he doesn't want Che Wenshu to continue on the wrong path. After all, he also really liked this character in the book. But not the love of love.

He treats Che Wenshu more as a "brother" whom he yearns for in the true sense.

Chu Xuan sat cross-legged on the sofa, pulled the light blue blanket tighter, covered his legs with the blanket, and covered himself tightly.

Thinking of how Che Wenshu lost his smile at that time, he was really terribly indifferent. It was also the first time he had seen such a Che Wenshu, and he was really too forbearing.

Che Wenshu has been completely confused by the resentment in his heart, and it is difficult to distinguish between the two lifetimes. He only knows that the target of revenge is Yan Mengsheng.

Chu Xuan suddenly felt that his right wrist was burning and painful. He held the hot bead with his left hand, and the heat scalded him a bit. Chu Xuan pushed the bead away with his left hand, and his right wrist was already a little red. The red beads flow like water like crazy inside.

This bead is completely different from other beads, only this one can flow and emit light and heat.

What this meant he hadn't figured out yet.

While thinking about it, I suddenly heard a greeting from someone beside me, "Master Yan is back?"

Chu Xuan turned his head to look in response. The man was wearing a large black windbreaker, walking as if carrying the wind, with sharp and cold black eyes, and a handsome face like a knife without any blemishes. Let people get close, don't like to be close to others.

When Chu Xuan looked up, the man had already walked beside him.

"elder brother……"

Yan Mengsheng hummed lightly, and sat next to Chu Xuan, with a bit of coldness on his body, not too close to Chu Xuan.

Chu Xuan just called softly and did not continue talking.

Yan Mengsheng rubbed his hands, and took off his coat after rubbing it to get some heat, revealing the loose round neck sweater he was wearing underneath.

Chu Xuan looked at Yan Mengsheng's fully armed body, and couldn't help but smile, "Isn't it hot if you wear so much?"

"I don't know which idiot would run around in short sleeves, let me put on my overcoat without wearing it, and come back as cold as a puppy." Yan Mengsheng chuckled lightly, his pretty lips curling into a curve.

The party, Chu Xiaogou: "..."

Chu Xuan didn't quarrel with him this time, and kept silent, staring at the water cup on the coffee table in a daze.

"Are you in a bad mood?" Yan Mengsheng saw that the boy on the sofa was preoccupied since he came back, and his worries were written all over his face.

"No." Chu Xuan replied.

In fact, he should cherish the time with Yan Mengsheng even more. After all, knowing the last obstacle, it is not difficult to return to the real world. have no idea.

"Not yet..." Yan Mengsheng stared at him lightly, seeing that he was so abnormal today, without even the slightest smile on his face, stretched out his hand to gently pinch Chu Xuan's chin, and turned his head slightly to meet his gaze.

This ambiguous movement, surprising operation, and eye-catching posture stunned the maids on the side.

The light in the man's eyes seemed to be looking at his lover, a bit doting and loving. The maids rubbed their eyes in disbelief and found that they were not dreaming at all.

"Will I wait until the day you tell me the secret in your heart?"

Chu Xuan's heart ached slightly, sour emotions filled the tip of his nose, and his eyes almost turned red.Yan Mengsheng asked this question cautiously, and there was almost imperceptible begging in his longing. Perhaps in Yan Mengsheng's eyes, some of the things he said and did would be strange, and he kept hiding secrets in his heart.He is very smart, and he also knows that the reason why he cannot accept him is because of the secret in his heart.

He took a deep breath, looked straight at the man in front of him, and said word by word, "This day will come."

At least before returning to reality - tell him.

……

Che Wenshu was outside for a while, and he was digesting the information that Chu Xuan told him. He still didn't believe it at first, but when he heard Chu Xuan say that he committed suicide due to depression in his previous life , only he himself knew about it, and finally had to believe it.

It turned out that he wasn't the only one who was reborn, and there were even bystanders who knew the fate of all of them in their previous lives.He laughed self-deprecatingly, the feeling of the ending being known is really... terrible.

The phone rang, and he picked it up to see that it was almost time to make an appointment with a psychiatrist. He put the phone in his pocket and drove to the private psychiatric clinic where he had made an appointment.

Private clinics also charged more expensive fees. Although he was reborn, he also brought along the depression of his previous life. Even the depression in this life was mixed with resentment towards Yan Mengsheng, and the pressure in his heart was even heavier. He did not expect to be able to cure him. Well, just hope it relieves his symptoms and makes him more relaxed and less miserable.

Even though the psychological clinic is decorated on a large scale, there are very few people in the reception area. There is only a young lady at the front desk. In order not to appear so deserted, she put a few cute and smiling dolls on the sofa beside her.

"Mr. Che, you are here." The young lady took the initiative to greet him.

Che Wenshu gave her a faint smile, the smile was faint, and soon disappeared. Before disappearing, the person also turned and left.

The young lady at the front desk was touched by his smile, and couldn't help but murmured in a low voice: "It's very strange, how can someone like Mr. Che, who loves to laugh and is gentle, still have mental illness?"

Che Wenshu pushed open the door and walked into the house, where there was a man wearing a gray sweater with an amiable face, a badge hanging on his chest, and a cup of steaming water on the table.

He changed this psychiatrist a few months ago. Although it cannot be said that his illness has been cured, the feeling of talking with this person is different from all the psychiatrists he met before.

He is gentle and elegant, his speech pauses in an orderly manner without causing people to be irritable, and the person in front of him seems to be very good at attacking the heart, even the furnishings in the room are very ordinary and natural, which will not make people feel disgusted and defensive.

"It's raining outside, isn't it cold for Mr. Che with so little clothes on? I'll turn up the temperature of the air conditioner a few degrees," the psychiatrist said, as if he was chatting about family matters rather than treatment, and it would naturally relax people down.

"Thank you."

The psychiatrist smiled, seeing Che Wenshu's abnormality, and said, "You're welcome, we are friends. Did something happen today?"

Che Wenshu lowered his eyes, thinking that he was asking why he was suddenly late, and said softly, "It's just that there is some traffic jam on the road. Nothing happened today."

The psychiatrist sensed something was wrong from Che Wenshu's subtle expression, "Mr. Che, we have talked five times in total. Although you didn't explain it, I probably understand you from these five simple exchanges. You You have been putting a heavy burden on your shoulders, this burden is almost out of breath, and it has made you on the verge of collapse."

Che Wenshu's silence was also the default.

"And you can't bear this burden. It's very painful to be tortured day after day. If I can, I'd like to listen to you and share it for you."

Che Wenshu's fingers tightened, but the expression on his face remained unchanged.

Seeing that the man in front of him was still unresponsive, the doctor walked aside, picked up a new cup, went to fetch some hot water, and then walked up to Che Wenshu like a comforting friend, pouring the steaming water hand it to him.

"There is no humidifier in the house, it may make you a little dry and thirsty, drink a glass of water and relax." The man's words seemed to be magical, Che Wenshu took it obediently, feeling the sound coming from the wall of the cup with both hands The temperature warmed his palm.

"Maybe you have more than one burden in your heart, isn't it?" He tried to guide the other party to speak, if the other party didn't speak for a long time, no matter how clever he was, he couldn't ask anything.

Che Wenshu finally nodded for the first time, with a painful expression on his face, "I even did a few wrong things that went against my heart. I have been living in guilt for several years. Although he said to forgive me, I can't forgive myself. It only escapes and paralyzes itself."

The guilt towards Xiaoxuan and the resentment towards Yan Mengsheng tortured him day and night, while he lost his reason and couldn't control his behavior due to resentment, while he blamed himself for why he did this.

"These things have turned into pain and gnawed at you, reducing your hope and joy of living. I have a suggestion... Why don't you, Mr. Che, try to transform this pain into other aspects, so that you don't think about it, Do something that makes you happy?"

In Che Wenshu's subconscious mind, there seemed to be another person clamoring, why can't he pay back after he has suffered so many grievances.

He was silent for a long time, and finally raised his eyes lightly, "This time the treatment should come here first."

"I'll think about it when I get back."

The psychiatrist nodded.

Back home, Che Wenshu took out a few more cans of beer from the refrigerator, opened one and took a big gulp, his Adam's apple kept sliding up and down, and the whole can of beer was consumed.

With the back of his hand, he wiped off the dripping wine from the corner of his mouth, and continued to drink one can after another, until the end of drinking, his whole body was decadent and gloomy, and there were many empty cans on the table.

Chu Xuan's words, the psychiatrist's words, and the cold and heartless words Yan Mengsheng said to him in his previous life were all filled in his mind, as if his sex had exploded in his head when the time came, making him unable to bear the pain.

The last can of beer on the table was also drunk, and Che Wenshu's face didn't show any hint of drunken redness. Only when he staggered to his feet could he tell that this person was drunk, completely drunk.

The man walked slowly to a cabinet. The cabinet was full of all kinds of red wine. Perhaps because he was drunk, he accidentally pulled the cabinet down, and the whole huge cabinet, including the wine, fell on the man.

There was a "bang" plus the crisp sound of the wine bottle shattering, and...a painful grunt.

……

"Che Wenshu was injured and hospitalized."