Chasing bamboo horses with games

Lu Junqi was holding the meatballs in the kitchen, and the chicken legs were set aside to dry.He put the freshly rounded meat ball in his palm, thought for a while and pinched two small cat ears on it, and couldn't help smiling.He felt that Wen Shaoyou's appearance must be one of the variables in his life, just like this cat's ears.

Relying on the long-term drug treatment and psychological intervention, his condition has actually improved a lot in the past two years, but he can only stick to the bottom line of not hurting himself. Negative emotions always hit unexpectedly and overwhelmingly , making him like a fish washed up on the beach, with nothing to do but linger on and wait for the pain to end.

He sometimes feels that he should struggle a little bit. Now that he has decided to live on, it’s not a bad thing to try to make himself as comfortable as possible, so he kept telling himself: Suffering is normal, and peace is happiness. Just get over it. .

He tried to brainwash himself with this kind of thinking that is still not positive, even if there is only a one in ten thousand possibility, he hopes to make his heart smoother, so that he can feel better when the next attack period comes .

It's just that what he didn't expect was that Wen Shaoyou appeared before he achieved his first victory in the challenge of rounding his heart as much as possible.I don't know the reason, but it makes him like a meatball in his hand. It is impossible to knead the minced meat to be completely smooth and smooth, but he can make a pair of cat ears on a whim.

This made him suddenly have a hope. Since he can have a short-term peace of mind during the attack period, does it mean that one day his attack frequency will stabilize, and he may even become one of the very few people who recover?

"Is this for me?" Wen Shaoyou was depressed in the room for a while, relying on the strong heart that Ding Siji and the others had tortured over the years, he quickly adjusted his emotions and came to the kitchen to help.

"Is it fun?"

"Quite cute."

"Then pinch a few more and send them to Ms. Wu tomorrow, she should like it." After saying this, Lu Junqi really took out a fresh-keeping box, but took it away before putting it in, "Forget it Well, let’s buy fresh meat tomorrow.”

"Are you still pinching today?"

"want to?"

"think."

"Then help."

"okay."

The two of them worked in the kitchen for half a day, and it was already after midnight when they actually ate.After eating the chicken legs and drinking the winter melon meatball soup, Wen Shaoyou happily went to take a bath, while Lu Junqi sat in the room and started to struggle again, he really didn't want to sleep.

When Wen Shaoyou returned to his room, he saw him sitting in a chair in a daze, and the computer was still on.

"looking at what?"

"Huh? No."

"I'm going to bed, can you turn on the lamp?"

"what?"

"I see you don't want to sleep at all."

"I'm not too sleepy."

"So you can turn on the desk lamp and continue to work, and my sleep quality will never be affected if the headlight is turned off."

"Ah, good." Lu Junqi watched Wen Shaoyou climb onto the bed before recovering, saved the line draft, turned off the phone, opened the work shelf against the wall, and prepared paper, pens and other tools, Only then did I turn on the desk lamp, turn off the headlight, adjust the light of the desk lamp to the darkest, put it on the work stand and adjust the angle, put the hand-cut board upright, and lean against the side of the desk lamp facing the bed.

Wen Shaoyou sat on the bed where the light suddenly dimmed a few degrees, looked at Lu Junqi under the light, smiled, and lay down contentedly.

The room is very quiet, you can hear the sound of pencils rubbing against the paper.Wen Shaoyou closed his eyes and began to organize his thoughts for the day.Ms. Wu said that she wanted to talk to him mostly as a joke, but she should also think about whether selling herself to repay her kindness could be a joke.

Calm down and think about it, he accepted that he felt more than brotherhood towards Xiao Qi too quickly, so fast that he was a little confused, whether he really felt this way, or because he had heard Ding Siji and the others talk too much and made him also feel that way. this illusion.

like?I am very sure of that.love?Who knows?People are always easy to confuse goodwill with love, but they may not be able to bear the consequences of arbitrary confusion.

Wen Shaoyou felt that he had fallen into a strange circle. He finally reunited with Lu Junqi, but he didn't know what identity to use.Brothers or lovers, you can only choose one of them.

Different identities may have similarities with Lu Junqi's way of getting along, but they cannot be completely compatible. The best proof is that he can't look directly at Lu Junqi's body calmly.He had to figure out whether he should let this change continue, and letting it go would make them strangers, or worse, which he would never allow to happen.

Wen Shaoyou sorted out his thoughts bit by bit, trying his best to force himself to sort out the matter from the most objective point of view, but in the end, he still inevitably fell into an endless loop of emotions.

He couldn't bear to watch Lu Junqi struggle alone. No matter who it was, there should always be someone by his side who could rely on him, but the question was whether he was willing to accept such a person, whether that person really had Be with him for the rest of his life to face everything with courage and preparation.And, can I tolerate someone else standing beside Xiao Qi? If it is him, can Xiao Qi accept it?Will they alienate each other in order to maintain their friendship?

It is always difficult to make decisions in life based on imagination alone. In this way, I have to ask my own mind in such a way that what I finally sort out in the mess is just the mood of caring, and everything else is still undecided.

"Xiao Qi." Wen Shaoyou was still lying on his side, looking at Wen Shaoyou's back, he still couldn't help calling out.

"Ok?"

Surprisingly responded.

Wen Shaoyou changed his words when he got to the edge of his mouth: "If you are tired, you can rest, if you can't sleep, you can lie down for a while."

"Okay. Go to bed, it's getting late."

"OK, good night."

Lu Junqi looked back at him and said, "Good night."

Wen Shaoyou smiled at him, closed his eyes, and thought helplessly: Forget it, let's restrain ourselves first, and then make a decision based on Xiao Qi's thoughts.

As time slipped by, Wen Shaoyou and Shaomian's tired body finally fell into a deep sleep, and Lu Junqi's line draft was also completed.He put down the hooking pen, looked back, and the sleeping one hugged his pillow in his arms at some point, and couldn't help but smile.

He sat upright again, and while opening the paint box, he thought bitterly: Well, let’s lie down for a while after painting, what if he falls asleep?When I fall asleep, I will have strength tomorrow, but I don’t know which will come first, depression or mania. Why can’t I be more regular like most patients? When the attack occurs, I lose my temper in the morning, lie down with salty fish at noon, and feel depressed at night?nerve-wracking.

However, it wasn't until the next day that Lu Junqi realized that it was not only the negative state that he didn't know when it would appear, but also the group of gamer relatives and friends who would die if they didn't make trouble.