who do you want me to replace

Jiang Yu clearly realized that there was something wrong somewhere in his mind, and he urgently needed to rest.

But he had no idea where to start.

Emotion is an intangible thing, like fog. His former psychiatrist told him to learn to regulate himself, learn to let go, and look forward to everything.

What affects some people's emotions may be the hopelessness of the future and the disappointment of the present, but for him, it is the addiction to the past that holds him back.

But he understands the truth, but he can't control himself.

Many people say that the role of a psychiatrist is to help people understand problems, not to solve them, but Jiang Yu clearly knows where her problems are, and the difficulty lies in how to solve them.

Maybe this time, the psychiatrist can't help him either.

He felt a little anxious, and moved his palm vigorously, and Wen Feixun, who was leading him, noticed, turned his head and gave him a forced smile, as if the other party was also afraid of something.

This seemed to be the first time Wen Feixun smiled at him since they met again, but this smile in Jiang Yu's eyes felt inexplicably illusory, as if he couldn't touch it with his hand.

He was dragged back into the room in a daze, the soft sunlight just now began to become dazzling, making him dizzy, he pulled Wen Feixun's hand, and whispered: "I'll go to sleep again."

"...Okay." Wen Feixun's voice was hoarse, like it was covered with a layer of coarse sand, and there was a feeling of pain in this person's speech for no reason.

Jiang Yu turned his head in a strange way, looked at him for a few seconds, took the initiative to stick to him, kissed Wen Feixun on the corner of his mouth, and said softly, "Don't worry."

Wen Feixun's eyes flickered slightly, he looked away, and squeezed his hand: "Okay, I'll be with you."

Wen Feixun knew that Jiang Yu had seen a psychiatrist before, but it has become a trend for modern people to see a psychiatrist every now and then. After getting married, he made an appointment with a psychiatrist, but he didn't bother to take the time to go there after a few visits. For him, it was a place where he could chat normally.

But in Jiang Yu's current state, he felt that he might have reached a state where he needed to take medicine and needed medical intervention. Chatting, psychological relief, or companionship would definitely have little effect.

When Jiang Yu talked to him just now, for a long time, he felt that this person's eyes were hard to focus, and his vision was scattered, which could not be a normal state.

He stood by the bed and looked at Jiang Yu's sleeping face for a while, and when he was asleep, he closed the door and went outside to call Katherine. After the call, he was worried, so he called his psychiatrist and described Some Jiang Yu's condition, but the doctor can't make a long-distance conclusion whether to take medicine, so he can only make an appointment and come to diagnose it when the time comes.

After hanging up, she called Zhong Mo again. Zhong Mo was Jiang Yu's manager who had been taking care of him since his debut. She was the one who knew the best about some things.

Knowing that Jiang Yu was with him, Zhong Mo was silent for a moment at first, and then sighed: "Alright, Director Zhou told me to be careful not to let Jiang Yu and Tang Yuntong get along alone after the play. If he is with you, there must be no chance to get along with him."

Wen Feixun frowned slightly, Jiang Yu's cell phone did call Tang Yuntong today, but he hung up on it.

"Director Zhou is afraid of going too deep into the drama?" He asked.

"Yeah, especially Jiang Yu. The role he plays is much more complicated than that of Tang Yuntong. It may not be described as love alone. This movie focuses more on his life as a character."

"Think about it, it takes dozens of days to play out a person's complicated and passionate life, with ups and downs in emotions, he has to devote himself to it all the time."

"Director Zhou is not afraid that Jiang Yu will fall in love with Tang Yuntong in real life, but he is afraid that Jiang Yu will be immersed in the fate of the characters in the play when he meets that face. Yes, so Director Zhou feels that it is best for the two of them not to meet before the publicity period, and it is a good thing for Jiang Yu to come out in the past six months, so you take him away."

After Wen Feixun listened silently, he suddenly asked: "He hasn't been in a good state for the past two days. There must be a reason for being too involved in the drama, but do you think there is Xia Ran's influence in it? I heard that they were in distress together of."

"Ah...ah?" Zhong Mo was a little at a loss, "Xia Ran? Is Jiang Yu in a bad state?"

"Do you want to come?" Wen Feixun frowned and glanced at the room. He seemed to have heard a little movement just now, "I want to ask you in person. I have other things now, so I won't talk about it for now. , if you have time, you can contact my assistant Katherine."

"okay, I get it."

After hanging up the phone, Wen Feixun pushed the door open and walked in. After taking two steps, he suddenly stopped, his heart seemed to fall heavily from a high altitude on the concrete floor, and a white light even flashed in front of his eyes for a moment.

——He saw Jiang Yu, who was supposed to be in the bedroom, was standing by the kitchen island at the moment, holding a fruit knife about [-] centimeters in his hand, but he was not cutting anything, but fiddled with the blade with his left hand , and exerting a little force...

"Jiang Yu." Wen Feixun called him, his voice was not loud, and his voice trembled slightly.

He felt that his heart was not beating, as if he had fallen from a high altitude and died.

"Jiang Yu, what are you doing?"

The person beside the island turned his head, his expression was a little dazed, and he was slightly surprised when he saw him: "I didn't do anything."

"What are you doing with the knife?" Wen Feixun slowly approached him, stretched out his hand, not daring to breathe hard, "give it to me."

Jiang Yu looked at him, then looked down at the knife in his hand, as if he understood his worry, he was dumbfounded, and after a while, he said softly: "I didn't intend to commit suicide or harm myself."

"I know, I know..." Wen Feixun's nose was a little sore, and he slowly walked in front of Jiang Yu, "But I don't like you playing this, remember what I said yesterday? You are my hostage, So you can't do what I don't like."

He spread his hands and placed them in front of Jiang Yu.

Jiang Yu looked down, his eyes were stagnant and out of focus for a moment, but after a few seconds, he still put the handle of the knife in Wen Feixun's hand, and muttered: "That's not what you said, you clearly said that you wanted to You can do anything to me."

"Well, you're right."

Wen Feixun gathered his palms, put his shoulders close, and slowly hugged Jiang Yu tightly from light to heavy, buried half of his face in Jiang Yu's neck and took a deep breath. For the first time in his life, he had such a strong sense of loss and return. It felt like being resurrected from the dead, and then the dead heart gradually revived and began to beat wildly, making his legs weak and dizzy.

"Are you scared?" Jiang Yu put his arms around his waist, feeling very depressed, "Fei Xun? I didn't mean to hurt myself, trust me."

"...No, you lied to me, your credibility is too low." Wen Feixun hugged him tightly, he felt that he was also sick, mentally ill, if Jiang Yu did something just now, he would probably Just go crazy.

Jiang Yu sighed: "Then I promise, I will never lie to you again from now on, okay?"

"Then tell me, what do you want to do with the knife?"

"I--"

Jiang Yu's mind suddenly went blank for a moment, he took the knife... It seemed because he remembered the knife when he was filming in the seaside hut, maybe it was a dream, and then he woke up, and suddenly wanted to see that knife again, Then he went to the kitchen and picked up this fruit knife of similar length.

Then what did you think about?

He remembered that when he plunged into Xiang Lege's body during filming, the knife had been replaced with a retractable one, but the arc of the tip of the knife looked similar, so he wanted to try the tip of this knife, and he did use his fingertips to touch it. poked.

Jiang Yu's face suddenly turned pale, and he raised his finger to see that there was a small gash on the pad of the ring finger of his left hand, and some blood was smeared on the edge.

He began to panic uncontrollably.

"Tell me," Wen Feixun clasped his back tightly, "Tell me what you want to do?"

"Say... I might need your help."

Wen Feixun let go of him, and Jiang Yu tilted his head to meet his eyes, smiling weakly: "I need your help to keep an eye on me."

Naturally, they still slept together that night. After the incident in the kitchen during the day, Wen Feixun took care of him almost to the point of morbidity. He would be nervous for half a second when he walked out of sight, and he almost tied him up with a rope.

But Jiang Yu didn't feel too uncomfortable, nor did he reject it. In fact, he had discovered a long time ago that when Wen Feixun was by his side, his spirit could relax a little, and he would feel comfortable staying with this person.

This is very mysterious, but there are probably these weird things in the world, such as "fate", "destiny", and "natural couple".

With Wen Feixun beside him, although the quality of sleep wasn't too good, it wasn't too bad either.

When he got up, he felt that there seemed to be something hanging around his neck, like a pendant.

He fumbled it out, and was suddenly stunned.

There are two necklaces, one is hung with the jade amulet he returned last time, and the other is an irregular pendant, which looks a bit like a small heart, except that there is a strange depression in the middle.

He touched the material and found it somewhat familiar.

Wen Feixun sat beside him and watched him.

Jiang Yu's eyes were slightly hot: "Isn't this jade token very important to you?"

"I gave it to you because it's important."

Jiang Yu pursed her lips, and asked after a while, "What about this one?"

Wen Feixun smiled, took out the bullet hanging around his neck, stretched it out, and poked it in the depression of the little heart, it fit just right, and the material was the same: "I went to that store to order it."

Jiang Yu raised the corners of his mouth sourly: "Give me your heart?"

One bullet for one heart.

Wen Feixun seemed to have been told what was on his mind, turned his face away uncomfortably, and said in a low voice: "I wanted to give you these two things after a while, but they are all yours, and it's the same if you give them sooner or later." , don’t give it back to me this time.”

The author says:

Maybe it will end at around 20 words, left and right, left and right, left and right...