Too much

Shen Zeming has been missing for 48 hours.

48 hours, already in line with the alarm filing time.

But Shen Zeming's disappearance was only aimed at Qi Jingchen.Colleagues at the school, even his landlord, and the aunt who shopped early downstairs can communicate with Shen Zeming normally.

Only Qi Jingchen seemed to be deliberately forgotten by Shen Zeming in a certain corner.

He used the spare key to open the door of Shen Zeming's house. The layout of the house is still the same, and the things in the closet are exactly the same as a few days ago, and maybe they will come back.

With this in mind, he drove to the school again. Director Liu complained unhappily that Shen Zeming took a long vacation and the students in the class went crazy.

In desperation, Qi Jingchen went to find Song Lan.However, except for the adoptive mother who has not been in contact with the blood transfusion several times throughout the year, how can it be possible to know the whereabouts of an adopted son who has never been indifferent?

Qi Jingchen almost wanted to dig the entire H city three feet into the ground, but he couldn't find him, he couldn't find him.

Shen Zeming didn't go home, didn't go to school, blocked his phone, ignored his messages, and disappeared as if he had evaporated from the world.

This kind of disappearance happened to be only for him.It was as if the whole world knew where Shen Zeming was, but no one wanted to tell him.

Qi Jingchen closed his eyes in despair.

He hadn't closed his eyes for two days, his shirt was wrinkled and wrapped around his body, his beautiful eyes were bloodshot, and there were new stubble around his lips.

It was absolutely impossible for Qi Jingchen two days ago to let himself be so messy and embarrassed, but now he has no time to take care of it.

Without Shen Zeming, there is no point in doing anything.

It has been raining in City H recently, and the muffled sound caused by the raindrops hitting the car is bothering and disturbing. Qi Jingchen leaned back on the seat with eyes closed, feeling like a razor blade nestled in his heart, stinging sharply and sharply.

He regretted it.

He remembered that in the stairwell of the hospital, Shen Zeming was clinging to the wall, his eyelashes trembling uncontrollably, and tears fell out, staining the blue-gray tiles even deeper.

He looked at him, his eyes were so ashamed, but in the end he didn't say anything, quietly wiped away his tears, and left.

In the year of his Ph.D. graduation, the respected old professor laughed and praised that he would definitely become the most outstanding psychologist in D state.

As it turned out, he was doing really well.One hour before boarding the plane to return home, his immediate superior even personally called to express his willingness to increase the salary by 30.00%, imploring him to stay.

Qi Jingchen refused.

Ten years was too long, until he almost forgot about Shen Zeming's appearance, and until the resentment that had been stuck in his heart gradually disappeared without a trace.

But the paradox is that Shen Zeming is like a speck of dust, which can be ignored, or can appear in front of his eyes all the time. He can't grasp or touch him. Only when he breathes, he can feel him getting into his throat and lungs, eating away at his oxygen.

And with the passage of time, this particle of floating dust became bigger and bigger, and it seemed that it had reached the point where it was painful to die.

So he returned home to find him.

The first time I saw Shen Zeming, he was bargaining with the vegetable vendor, wearing flip flops, wearing a round neck gray short sleeve, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, he seemed to be doing well.

Qi Jingchen followed him all the way into the old residential building, the lights on the third floor were turned on, Shen Zeming was busy in the silhouette by the window, wearing an apron, not long after, the aroma of fried vegetables and rice wafted out, so warm, Then there are fireworks.

He couldn't help imagining their lives in the past ten years—probably raising a cat and a dog, moving out to live together after college, brushing their teeth and washing their faces together in the morning, exchanging a morning kiss with the fragrance of mint, what to eat for lunch, what to eat for dinner, what to eat on weekends Stay at home and watch a favorite movie... Obviously we can be together for a long time, obviously we can share the trivial and ordinary food, we can obviously go to many places together... But there is nothing.They have nothing.

Ten years later, he still doesn't know why Shen Zeming abandoned him back then.

So inexplicably, Qi Jingchen started to resent Shen Zeming again.

That night, there was a sudden downpour in City H. He stood downstairs for a long time, and when the sky began to glow, he went back to the hotel in wet clothes, and then set off for his school.

Initially, he wanted to make him feel guilty.Later, he wanted to make him suffer again.In the end, he wanted him to love him.

Fortunately, he did it all.

He is an excellent psychiatrist, knowing that only a little catalyst and skill is needed, and Shen Zeming will collapse for him, and he is even willing to do anything for him.

The results were right, but he wasn't happy.Because Shen Zeming was in pain, he was also in pain.They are like two vines that depend on each other, no matter where the knife is stuck, the pain must be shared.

Now, another vine seemed to abandon him once again.

Qi Jingchen opened his eyes and looked at himself in the rearview mirror almost indifferently. At this time, a call came in. He took the phone and looked, it was an unfamiliar number.

The voice after connecting was familiar, it was Shen Zeming.

Qi Jingchen sat up straight, staring at the call interface.

Shen Zeming's voice was a little hoarse, with a hangover nasal tone, and he said: "You said I abandoned you, but until the second you used Shen Zelin to tease me and test me, I never really thought about not wanting you."

After a pause of two seconds, he sneered and said softly, "Now, I don't want you anymore."

The phone was cut off suddenly, Qi Jingchen's beating heart trembled suddenly, and his fingers trembled several times before he called back accurately.

There was a cold mechanical female voice in the receiver: "I'm sorry, the number you dialed has been turned off..." His eyes were red, and he pressed the screen to call back without giving up, but there were no exceptions.

Shen Zeming won't answer his calls anymore.

A severe chill quickly swept through the whole body, Qi Jingchen let go of his hand, and the phone fell into the passenger car with a "slap", lying side by side with the straw ring that Shen Zeming gave him ten years ago.

It shouldn't be like this.Qi Jingchen felt his heart ache from holding back, his fingers desperately gripped the steering wheel, and when he was a little numb from the pain, he relaxed and started the car expressionlessly, stepped on the accelerator and jumped out quickly.

Few people go out on rainy nights, and the speed of the car is very fast. At the first red light, Qi Jingchen slammed on the brakes and stopped in front of the zebra crossing.

There is a bar next to it, and the noisy sound can be heard two streets away. He rolled up the window a little irritably, and the next second, he happened to catch a glimpse of a familiar figure walking out of the bar leaning on a man leaning on him.

Qi Jingchen's eyebrows twitched, and he didn't care whether it was in compliance with the traffic regulations to turn off the engine and get off the car at this time, he got out of the car and ran to the door of the bar.

Shen Zeming was probably drunk, leaning in the arms of a handsome man in a suit with his hair combed back, Qi Jingchen didn't have time to think, kicked the man away with his legs, and took Shen Zeming into his arms.

He suffocated all the strength in this kick, and the man was kicked so that he staggered and hit the trash can behind him. It was probably the type that didn't exercise very often.

Qi Jingchen wrapped Shen Zeming in a coat, and stood on the sidelines from afar.

It was estimated that the man would not be able to get up for a while, so he lowered his head and looked at the person in his arms. Shen Zeming smelled of alcohol all over his body, his complexion was no better than his, his lips were dry and white, and his cheeks were slightly flushed because of drinking again. Even more haggard and haggard.

Qi Jingchen leaned over and touched his forehead, and hugged him tightly without saying a word.

Three minutes later, the man finally gathered enough strength to stand up, frowned and scolded Qi Jingchen: "Who the hell are you? Give him back to me! Believe it or not, I'll call the police?"

Qi Jingchen sneered, and tightened his arm protecting Shen Zeming, "What are you? Someone who dares to touch me."

"Your man?" The man grinned and gasped, and pointed at Shen Zeming, "Then you ask him if he admits it?"

Maybe it was a coincidence, Shen Zeming moved in his arms, opened a pair of bewildered eyes, only looked at each other, then shrank back suddenly, leaving his embrace.

Like drunk, but also not drunk, Shen Zeming staggered back half a step, didn't even look down, just waved to the man behind, "Go."

The man immediately raised his eyebrows proudly at Qi Jingchen, and walked over swaggeringly.

Qi Jingchen's heart also became empty, he frowned and went forward to grab his wrist, and said in a low voice: "You are drunk, come home with me."

Shen Zeming was finally willing to look up at him, and said coldly, "Get lost."

After finishing speaking, I will walk away.

Qi Jingchen didn't speak, but he clenched tightly and refused to let go.

The two were in a stalemate, the man came over and glared at him, and was about to pull Shen Zeming's other hand, when Qi Jingchen grabbed Shen Zeming's arm and pulled him up, hugging him completely horizontally.

"Hey you—" Hearing the sound, Qi Jingchen paused and turned his head slightly. The sharp lines on his side face were even more gloomy in the rainy night. The man shivered, the rest of the words stuck in his throat, and he couldn't speak. Good meat was robbed by others.

Shen Zeming calmed down in Qi Jingchen's arms, closed his eyes and kept quiet, as if he was asleep.

Qi Jingchen put him lightly on the passenger seat, lowered the angle, and took off his coat to cover him.

The car had been parked in the middle of the road for a while, but it might be because of the rain, and no traffic police came to post a ticket to warn people, so he went around to the other side, opened the door, started the car and left.

There was no traffic jam along the way, but Shen Zeming woke up once in the middle of the journey, opened his eyes and looked at Qi Jingchen like a maniac, then turned on his side and continued to sleep.

He woke up at noon the next day. When he woke up, he moved his body slightly, and his left wrist felt inexplicably restrained. Shen Zeming looked up and was stunned.

Qi Jingchen handcuffed him to the bed.