After becoming the personal model of the boss

When Zhou Shangan arrived at the place agreed with Nan Rui, Nan Rui had already arrived.

It is a classically decorated Chinese restaurant.

In the box, Nan Rui was opposite Zhou Shang'an, looked at him with raised eyebrows, and suddenly said, "Are you sure you want to know?"

Zhou Shangan was taken aback when he heard the words, and frowned suspiciously. After a while, he still nodded and said in affirmation: "Yes."

After a brief silence, Nan Rui's expression suddenly became serious. He lowered his eyes, took some food, and said slowly: "Even if you know the reason, it will be even more unfavorable to you, do you still want to know?"

Zhou Shang's An Xin tightened inexplicably, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he licked his dry lower lip. After a while, he said in a hoarse voice, "Yes, I want to know, tell me." Nan Rui took out the document from the black file bag beside him. A stack of documents was placed in front of Zhou Shangan, "Then you can take a look."

Nan Rui stopped talking, and silently ate his food with his head down.

And from the time Nan Rui took out the information, Zhou Shang An Xin jumped up inexplicably, feeling uneasy.

Open the first page, is a medical record.

This is a photo taken, printed on A4 paper only black and white.

There are two words written in the name: Gao Jing.

And on the condition column: psychiatry.

Zhou Shangan's breathing was stagnant, and he quickly turned a few pages back.

Gao Jing, male, 29 years old, psychiatrist...

bipolar disorder.

There was a loud bang in Zhou Shang'an's head. He looked at the black and white paper in front of him, and there was only a blank in his mind.

Breathing seemed to be stagnant for a long time, Zhou Shang'an raised his head and looked at Nan Rui with a surprised and unbelievable expression.

Nan Rui looked calm and responded to him silently, it's true, you read it right.

This made him sadder than thousands of rejections and blows.

Zhou Shang'an's throat was astringent, he closed the document with trembling fingertips, and said hoarsely, "How...how did you know?"

Nan Rui seemed to have expected Zhou Shang'an's expression a long time ago. His tone was calm and even a little joking. He didn't answer, but said: "Do you know about regret?"

Zhou Shang'an clenched his fingertips into his palms, he squeezed his lower lip, his eyes were red, looked at Nan Rui, and repeated tremblingly in a hoarse voice: "How do you know?" Nan Rui smiled nonchalantly, and then slowly explained: "I bumped into him when I went to the hospital to find a friend."

He paused and emphasized: "Psychiatric department. He is alone. I went up to greet him. He hurriedly stuffed something into his bag, but I still saw it. It was the hospital's medical record."

"I glanced at the department where he came out just now, and felt strange in my heart. I asked him what's the matter, and he said in a secret way that he came to visit a friend..."

"I know most of Gao Jing's friends, and that place is not a ward. I suddenly remembered that when I was in college, I accidentally saw him when I entered the dormitory..."

Zhou Shang'an couldn't listen to what Nan Rui said any more, and there was only a buzzing in his ears, which disturbed his heart and made him feel uncomfortable in his stomach.

Nan Rui stopped suddenly, frowned and looked at Zhou Shangan, "Are you okay?"

Zhou Shang'an suddenly lay down beside the table, covering his mouth, with a pained expression.

He thought, if Gao Jing had left He Xiancheng because of illness.

Then He Xiancheng has no reason to reject Gao Jing.

The powerlessness that came from the bottom of his heart spread to his limbs, and Zhou Shang'an's body trembled uncontrollably.

In the end, he still couldn't hold back, ran to the corner, and retched next to the trash can.

Nan Rui's expression changed, and he quickly poured a cup of hot water.

After Zhou Shang'an took it, he gulped it down, and coughed too quickly, just after drinking it, he coughed again.

Nan Rui frowned, and hurriedly handed Zhou Shangan some paper and poured water. After a long time, Zhou Shangan's face slowly recovered.

At the dining table, Zhou Shangan wiped the water stains around his mouth, and smiled embarrassedly at Nanrui, "I'm sorry, I didn't eat anything this morning, I must have a stomach problem."

Nan Rui looked at him deeply, but didn't speak.

After a while, Nanrui called in the waiter.

Zhou Shang'an kept his head down, staring at the table foot in a daze.

It wasn't until Nan Rui pushed him gently that Zhou Shang'an came back to his senses and looked up at Nan Rui.

Narui held a glass of hot water in his hand and handed him a box of pills.

Zhou Shang'an was taken aback.

Narui said eat it, it will feel better. "

Zhou Shang'an lowered his eyes and nodded after a while to take it. His voice was hoarse and he thanked him.

Zhou Shangan left after taking the medicine.

He got up and took the backpack, pushed the door open, and when he took half a step, he suddenly looked back at Nan Rui.

Narui was sitting on a chair, looking sideways at him.

Zhou Shangan opened his mouth, but in the end he turned and left without saying anything.

Nan Rui looked at Zhou Shang'an's leaving back in a daze, and only looked away after the door was slowly closed.

Looking at the empty space in front of him, Nan Rui suddenly sighed, raised his hand and pinched the space between his eyebrows.

This time he was completely a sinner.

Nan Rui took out his mobile phone, found the chat box with Gao Jing, quickly tapped the screen with his fingertips, and sent a message: Fuck you.

Ann returned home last week.

Downstairs, Uncle Luo is cleaning, and Aunt Zhang is cooking in the kitchen.

Zhou Shang'an soaked in the bathtub in a trance.

The hot water overflowed his ears, Zhou Shang'an's eyes were dark and lifeless, and he stared at the incandescent bath lamp, dazed.

He closed his eyes, and slowly let go of the slender white fingers holding the edge of the bathtub.

The body began to sink, and the hot water gradually overflowed Zhou Shangan's face, jaw, lips, forehead, and finally penetrated into the nasal cavity...

The irritation in the mucous membranes, the heavy suffocation spread, and the chest seemed to be tightened.

He gripped the edge of the tub violently and emerged from the water.

Zhou Shangan lay down beside the bathtub and panted heavily.

He wiped his face, and stared at the frosted glass door in front of him in a daze, as if he had just regained consciousness.

He raised his hand to take the documents on the side bracket.

Situational medical records.

Zhou Shang'an lowered his eyes, his fingertips were dripping with water, and with his wet fingers, he flipped through the medical record that he had read countless times since he came back.

After a while, he got up and stepped on the cold floor with bare feet. The water droplets on his body were wiped off by a soft towel. Zhou Shangan took out his mobile phone and dialed the string of phone numbers he knew by heart.

After two beeps it was connected.

The voice of the person on the other end of the phone was low and magnetic, "Hello?"

Calm tone, familiar tone.

Zhou Shang'an couldn't hold back for a while, his eyes were red.

He sat on the edge of the bed, grabbed the sheet under his body tightly, and shouted in a trembling voice, brother..."

He Xiancheng was taken aback, "Shang'an?"

Zhou Shangan didn't speak.

He Xiancheng's voice seemed to be a little flustered, and he hurriedly said, "Shang'an, what's wrong with you?"

Zhou Shang'an bit her lip tightly and shook her head.

His throat was so tight that he couldn't speak.

He originally wanted to say too much, but when he dialed the phone and heard the familiar voice on the other end, he couldn't say anything.

All that remains is the sour feeling that fills the chest cavity.

"Shang'an," He Xiancheng seemed to let out a breath slowly, and said, "What's the matter...Brother came to see you, okay?"

Zhou Shang'an was startled when he heard the words, and his heart paused for a while.

He didn't speak, He Xiancheng waited patiently for his answer.

The surroundings suddenly quieted down, only the faint and imperceptible sound of electric current and his gradually calming heartbeat remained.

Zhou Shang'an's vision had long been blurred, but now he raised his hand to wipe away his tears, and his vision was instantly clear.

When he spoke, apart from his voice being a little choked and hoarse, his tone was surprisingly calm. Zhou Shangan said slowly, "No need."

He Xiancheng was startled, and after a while, he asked doubtfully, "Shang'an?"

Zhou Shang'an stared at his toes, and replied, "Yes."

He Xiancheng said in a low voice, "Shang'an, are you still angry?"

Zhou Shang'an paused and suddenly smiled.

angry?He was so mad.

But when he spoke again, Zhou Shang'an said calmly: "Why are you so angry?"

He Xiancheng didn't speak, but Zhou Shangan interrupted him when he spoke again.

Zhou Shangan took a deep breath and said, "Brother, let me see you for the last time."

He Xiancheng frowned instantly upon hearing this, and asked in a low voice, "What do you mean?"

Zhou Shangan's calf swayed slightly against the edge of the bed, and said in a low voice that it was nothing. I plan to stay in the next semester, and I won't be back until the college entrance examination. After a while, Zhou Shangan heard a reply from the other end of the phone, "Okay." "

Zhou Shang An Xin's mouth suddenly shrank, the pain was so painful that his tears were about to fall out again.

Zhou Shang'an's eyelashes fluttered slightly, and he said hoarsely: "Then, I will set the time and send you a message when the time comes."

After finishing speaking, before He Xiancheng could respond, Zhou Shangan hung up the phone.

He suddenly wrapped himself in the quilt, and curled up into a ball. In the confined space, Zhou Shang'an gasped heavily, his heart felt as if he had rolled in a thorn bush, and the pain was severe.

Wrapped in the quilt just like that, Zhou Shang'an cried in a daze, lost consciousness, and finally fell asleep.

Downstairs, Zhou Chuxiong came back.

He looked tired, looked at the living room, and asked Luo Xiao who was taking slippers from the shoe cabinet, "Where is Zhou Shangan?"

Luo Xiao took Zhou Chuxiong's coat again, and looked upstairs, where Master Dao was in the bedroom. "

Zhou Chuxiong gave a "hmm".

Luo Xiao glanced outside the door, wondering: "Where's Madam? Didn't you come back with Master?"

Zhou Chuxiong walked towards the second floor while talking, "Wanwen helps me with some work matters, and she will come back later."

After a pause, Zhou Chuxiong who was going upstairs suddenly turned sideways, looked at Luo Xiao, and said, "You tell Aunt Zhang to go back later tonight, and when Wanwen comes back, cook some hot dishes for her."

Luo Xiao quickly answered "Yes".

On the stairs, Zhou Chuxiong touched the handrail, walked slowly, and his back was inexplicably desolate.

Luo Xiao saw it and felt uncomfortable, he called out: "Master."

Zhou Chuxiong paused, did not look back, and continued walking, asking what's the matter? "

Luo Xiao worried, "Master has been too busy recently, pay attention to your body and rest more." After a pause, she continued, "Aunt Zhang made some soup, master will come down later to have a drink."

Zhou Chuxiong gave a "hmm".

He pushed open the door of Zhoushangan's bedroom, and the room was pitch black.

When the outside light came in, Zhou Chuxiong suddenly smiled when he saw the bulging lump on the bed.

He gently sat down on the edge of the bed, and gently pushed aside the quilt covering Zhou Shangan's cheeks.

The young man had a fair and small face, his brows were furrowed at this moment, and he was sleeping very restlessly.

He failed to give Zhou Shangan the sense of security he should have, and he was sorry.

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Thank you Baekhyunlj, Tata tata, Xinxinzi? Retiring at the beginning of school, although the acquaintance is shallow, it seems to be a reminder for many years?

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