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I opened the door, thinking that at this point, Andre, who goes to bed early and gets up early, must be resting on the bed, but I didn't expect to see him sitting at the dining table wearing beads, and Xiao Wang standing beside him to help him sort out the scattered beads.

This became Andre's new hobby, and he seemed to enjoy the process of matching colors, sitting for hours at a time.Xiao Wang said that many of the patients he took care of were like children who loved all kinds of bright things, so I bought many round beads of different materials and colors and asked Xiao Wang to sort and store the beads in different boxes and put them in the living room. Andre picks.

Andre still looks dull and quiet, rarely showing different emotions, and I can't see whether he is happy or not.But now he doesn't need Xiao Wang's guidance, he will sit at the table and string beads when the time comes, obviously he likes this activity.

"It's nine o'clock, why don't you rest?"

From the bottom of my heart, I didn't want Andre to see the two people behind me, so I blocked the entrance and urged Xiao Wang repeatedly: "Don't let him play, it hurts his eyes, let him go back to the room to sleep."

Xiao Wang said: "I tried several times, and Andre didn't want to go back, he insisted on being here. It was the same two days ago, and he stopped after you came back. Mr. Xu, do you think Andre is waiting for you?"

I carefully recalled that every time I got home, Andre would sit at the table, or put together a puzzle, or draw a straight line. In short, sitting in this position, I can see it at the first sight when I open the door.

But he never turned his head to look at me, he just focused on what he was doing.So even though I saw it, I didn't take it seriously, and I didn't think that he was subconsciously waiting for me to go home in this way.

My heart trembled, I walked over tentatively, and said softly: "Andre, brother is back, can you go and rest?"

Andre ignored me.He lowered his head, his slightly long blond hair hanging down in front of his eyes, his white and slender fingers twisted the beads and threaded them into the thread intently.

"Are you really crazy?" Yang Chen came over, folded his arms and looked Andre up and down for a while, "Xu Junyan, you are wasting your efforts in vain, I guess he doesn't understand what he looks like."

I didn't answer, but gently stroked the top of Andre's head, and repeated patiently: "It's time to go to bed, let's go back to bed, shall we?"

There was silence in the room, only the slight sound of glass beads colliding with each other after passing through the thread.

One, another.

The sound stopped suddenly, and Andre stopped the movement of stringing the beads, and slowly placed the glass bead in his hand on the table.He turned his head, and his emotionless eyes passed over the two people, and stopped in the direction that happened to be looking at me.

Those blue eyes were like some kind of inorganic material, beautiful but indifferent to the point of heartache.

I stared at him, with a faint expectation in my heart. Those who are here today are all people who have left a deep impression on Andre. He may be touched by this and make some changes.

Before this conjecture came true, someone touched his shoulder.

I turned around and found that it was Song Cheng standing behind me. He shook his head lightly and said, "Junyan, let the nurse take him directly to the room to sleep."

I know he's right, there aren't that many miracles in this world, and even if there were, they wouldn't happen to someone as unfortunate as me.

"Xiao Wang." I said, "It's getting late. Since Andre doesn't string beads, you can take him to rest. My friend and I are going to talk in the study."

"Oh, alright."

Xiao Wang hurried up to hold Andre's arm, trying to guide him to the room.Unexpectedly, Andre stood still and refused to leave.Although he lost a lot of weight, after all, his height is more than [-], and Xiao Wang's movements have always been careful, so he couldn't pull it all at once.

Andre's eyes are on my face, he seems to be looking at me, but his eyes are still empty.

Did he... want to say something?

This sudden speculation hit me.I heard from doctors that some recovered mental patients described themselves as being like this when they had an attack, and their conscious will sometimes disappear.If the illness is very serious, even if you regain your senses occasionally, your soul will seem to be locked out of your body, unable to control your movements, and unable to call for help.

"Jun Yan." The hand on the shoulder was slightly exerted, and Song Cheng's tone was slightly pitiful, "It's useless to waste time with him."

I couldn't express the feeling in my heart. Seeing Andre's dumbfounded expression, I probably couldn't speak.An extremely smart and beautiful person, he was tossed into such a skinny and stupid look. I stroked his hair, feeling both painful and discouraged: "I know."

Yang Chen was familiar with my house, he pushed open the door of the study, and casually picked up the ornaments on the table to play with.I went out to pour tea and came in, but saw Song Cheng sitting on the other side, looking straight at one place with a slightly startled expression.

Following Song Cheng's line of sight, there was a photograph hanging on the wall of the study.

Crimson satin, bright light, a couple in the middle are cuddling each other full of nostalgia.

Andre bought this work a long time ago and purposely hung it in the center of the study wall.This behavior is childish and vicious, purely to stimulate my self-esteem.However, I was a bit stubborn at the time, and I chose to get angry with Andre, thinking that it was his money that was spent anyway, and it was good enough to appreciate it. If he wants to show it off, then let him!

What's more, the size of this photo is quite large, and it is troublesome to take it down, so it has been hung there.

Only Andre and I know the details of this matter, even Song Cheng, who is one of the protagonists of the photo, doesn't know the whereabouts of this expensive work.Suddenly seeing it here, it is inevitable that he looks strange.

Fortunately, he came back to his senses quickly, only looked at me for a moment, and then quickly looked away.His eyes are deep, unable to see through any emotion.

Yang Chen didn't know what happened on our side, but when he turned around, he also saw the photo, and commented: "It's not bad. But Xu Junyan, you have held an art exhibition for a while anyway, let alone taste, the basics You should also know how to match it. This photo is not suitable at all in a place like the study, and it looks nonsensical."

Before I could answer, I heard Song Cheng say indifferently: "This is Junyan's house, how you decorate it is of course up to him. It's not polite for Mr. Yang to belittle you like this."

"When I said it casually, ordinary people would pass by after listening to it, and only the narrow-minded would pick on the thorns." Yang Chen retorted, "Xu Junyan is still fine, what kind of gentleman are you rushing to flaunt?"

The three of us being in the same room was a huge embarrassment like never before or since.Fortunately, the study room was big enough, and the two of them sat on the left and right, stabbing each other one after another in the air.Sitting on the chair in the middle, I felt that the knife seemed to have nothing to do with me, but it was actually coming at me.

"Junyan doesn't say that he is self-cultivated, but it doesn't mean that you are right." Song Cheng lowered his eyelashes, and he had the momentum to face unreasonable troubles with children, "Mr. , actually hate you in my heart, you don't know, do you?"

There was something in Song Cheng's dialect, it was impossible for Yang Chen not to hear it.

He raised his eyebrows, his eyes turned to me, and a cruel smile appeared on his handsome face: "Indeed, I admit that you are right. If Xu Junyan and I didn't know each other since high school, but we didn't know how to do it halfway If they get mixed up, I will definitely have to worry about the same bed and different dreams every day. After all, you can't control people's thoughts, and you can't prevent things like being in Cao Ying and your heart in Han."

These words directly tore the skin off, fortunately Yang Chen could still sit leisurely on the chair, as if chatting about the weather.Holding the teacup, I stared at the green leaves in the cup, and kept praying in my heart that the two of them would improve their cultivation in the past few years, otherwise the fight would be difficult to end.

Song Cheng paused, and after a while, he curled his lips and said softly, "Mr. Yang, I really admire how thick-skinned you can be so thick-skinned as you can meddle in other people's feelings and sow discord in person."

It’s over.

I looked around the collections on the shelf in the study with heartache, and I had already imagined the messy scene in my mind.

Yang Chen's face turned cold, I stared at his expression for a moment, and prepared to call him off if I found any signs of violence.Unexpectedly, Yang Chen rolled his Adam's apple up and down a few times, glanced sideways at me, and very slowly loosened his clenched fist one by one.

He leaned back, his eyes were sharp, and his tone of gritted teeth was a bit smug: "Yes, I will be the third party in the open and aboveboard, what can you do to me? Have you got a marriage certificate yet? No Right? Then I am in fair competition."

I clearly saw the veins twitch on Song Cheng's forehead.

Yang Chen continued: "Besides, it's not about forcing someone to be by your side, and then announcing to everyone that the two of you are a couple when you're together. It's up to you and me to have a foundation of love, understand?"

"Mr. Yang, if he really understood what he said, he shouldn't have belittled Junyan repeatedly. Do you really care about him, or is it because of the desire to win?" Song Cheng stroked his fingers back and forth along the edge of the teacup, and he pursed his lips. , with a slightly disgusted expression, "I have nothing to say to a villain like you."

"I'm a real villain, you're a hypocrite, none of us is nobler than anyone else." Yang Chen snorted, his tone light and cold, "I heard that you can't even tolerate a lunatic, but in the end you came to beg in a low voice. And? Song Cheng, put back your successful face, you can't even compare with Andre, stop pretending, I'm bored."

This is both straightforward and cruel, Yang Chen has always been like this, never give the other party the slightest step, let alone a rival in love.

Song Cheng's hand holding the teacup trembled suddenly, he didn't answer, but just looked up at me.A person who has always been slick, but kept silent, with a faint light of hope flashing in his eyes, as if expecting me to say something.

At that moment, I felt that he was very, very pitiful.

I didn't make a sound, and from the corner of my eye, I caught a look of pain in Song Cheng's eyes, which was quickly hidden, and returned to his nonchalant demeanor, and even said: "What's going on between Junyan and me, it's not your turn to direct. Yang Sir, please be cautious in your words and deeds, as you said, I am a small-minded person, if I see you pestering Jun Yan again, I am afraid I will not be kind."

Song Cheng no longer put on a fake smile, and said coldly: "It's getting late, it's not appropriate to hang on. Whether you accept it or not, I am Junyan's boyfriend now, and I have the right to ask you, a guest, to leave. "

Yang Chen was choked up by his words, I interjected at the right time to prevent the conflict from escalating: "You guys are going to quarrel, I'm not in good health, I can't sleep late, I will suffer from insomnia."

My eyes intersected with Yang Chen's for a few seconds, he didn't say anything, just glared at me, turned and left.I heard the outside door being slammed, and I was relieved—fortunately, Yang Chen still retained some sense and remembered what I said to him.

He and I secretly have some plans that Song Cheng should not know about, and our contacts should not have been exposed in the open.However, Song Cheng was very thoughtful, and if he did not conceal it properly and accidentally let him know, it would be more likely to arouse suspicion.

It's better to ask Song Cheng to see it directly. Anyway, he already knew in his heart that with Yang Chen's style, he will never let go of pestering me.In other words, with my indecisive character, it is common for me to be constantly involved with others.Therefore, although Song Cheng would be dissatisfied, he would not think deeply about it.

This method is extremely stupid, but it can reap some miraculous results.

Song Cheng still stayed in the study, and when Yang Chen left, he seemed to let go of his tension, and seemed to be aimlessly looking away, with a tired look on his face.The brow bone cast a shadow in the deep eye socket, making Song Cheng's expression obscure.

The picture was hanging opposite to where he was sitting, and the silk and satin on the floor were so red that it was almost the color of a pool of blood.

He suddenly said: "Did Lao Luo finally name this photo? I asked him at the time, and he said he didn't think about it, so he just called it Wuming."

"Get up." I hesitated for a moment, "The name is..."Love."

Song Cheng laughed, that smile was so bitter that it looked like a helpless crying face of a child, I couldn't bear to look away after just one glance.

"Love," he said, in a light voice, "good name."