Too much

Shen Zeming started a hunger strike.

There is everything in the bedroom, Qi Jingchen even specially went to his house to bring all his frequently used items, books and magazines he read before going to bed.

He was very kind to him, so considerate, what he wanted and needed, even without opening his mouth, Qi Jingchen seemed to know his mind, and within a moment he could deliver things to him.

Qi Jingchen is willing to do everything for him, but he is unwilling to release the shackles on his wrists and let him go free.

Nobody likes being held captive.

So on the third day of Qi Jingchen's imprisonment, Shen Zeming deliberately knocked over a plate of delicious-looking glutinous rice cakes and a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice, which was his breakfast.

The glutinous rice cake was bought by Qi Jingchen at a nearby morning market early in the morning, and the orange juice was squeezed by Qi Jingchen himself.

The woolen carpet in the bedroom was immediately stained with dirt, and the residue of glutinous rice cakes mixed with orange-yellow sour juice covered the entire carpet. Shen Zeming sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the mess on the ground with a blank expression.

Qi Jingchen stood at the door against the light, holding a bowl of freshly cooked preserved egg and lean meat porridge in his hand. Like a sculpture, he stood silently by the door, half of his face was hidden in the shadow, and his expression could not be seen clearly.

It was like some kind of childish act of anger, but Shen Zeming never gave him a look from the beginning to the end.

Qi Jingchen raised his legs and walked towards Shen Zeming.

As soon as the ceramic porridge bowl touched the bedside table, before he could speak, Shen Zeming raised his hand and overturned it.

The steaming porridge slid down slowly, sticking to the drawer arm of the bedside table, and the rotten rice soup dripped drop by drop on the log-colored floor, and soon formed a small puddle, spreading to the edge of the wool carpet.

So dirty and so hard to clean.

Qi Jingchen bent his lips, unable to see the emotion in his eyes, and said calmly: "Are you done venting? There are new ones in the kitchen."

Shen Zeming didn't speak, grabbed the only glass on the bedside table, waved his hand and smashed it on the bottom of Qi Jingchen's feet.

The glass shattered all over the floor, and the flying debris scratched the back of Qi Jingchen's hand, and bright red blood quickly dripped down his fingertips.

But he still watched Shen Zeming calmly and quietly.

Shen Zeming clenched the chain hanging from his wrist, gritted his teeth, and said word for word: "Let me go."

"Impossible." Qi Jingchen's face finally turned sullen, and his bloody index finger raised Shen Zeming's jaw, his eyes were sharp and terrifying, "I won't let you leave me for half a step."

"You have no right." Shen Zeming stared at him, "Nor are you qualified."

Qi Jingchen smiled narrowly, "You love me."

Shen Zeming was stuck for a second, then turned his face away, and said softly: "It's just a joke, Dr. Qi really believes it."

"What you say doesn't count." A frivolous smile curled up on Qi Jingchen's lips.

After finishing speaking, he leaned over and kissed Shen Zeming's lips with a "pop", like a vile kid, and Shen Zeming raised his eyebrows provocatively.

Shen Zeming's eyes turned red instantly, his knuckles creaked, "Get out."

When the housekeeping came to clean up, Shen Zeming was lying on his side on the bed with his eyes closed. He had probably been specially told to clean up the housekeeping cautiously, not daring to make any noise, but in fact he was not asleep at all.

His range of activities is limited to this small bedroom, and his daily activities include eating and sleeping. Although there are many books, magazines and game consoles that Qi Jingchen brought for his entertainment in the low cabinet at the end of the bed, Shen Zeming did not. Mood to touch.

Anyone who is locked up for no reason will not feel good.

He quietly closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep, until the housekeeper quietly exited and closed the door. He opened his eyes, the sun was shining outside, and the soft sunlight filled the whole room through the thin gauze curtains. He lifted the quilt and walked to the French window .

Qi Jingchen's black Mercedes-Benz G was parked in the only parking space downstairs. Shen Zeming looked at the car windows without privacy film at all, and thought of the madness a few days ago, he belatedly felt ashamed.

But then he thought again that Qi Jingchen knew the reason for their separation, knew about Shen Zelin's sinful crimes, and knew about his secret love for him.

Qi Jingchen knew everything, but he was still so calm, watching his pain coldly with a contemptuous and teasing mood, using his close contact with Shen Zelin to force him to admit the facts he already knew.

It's as if Shen Zeming's heart-wrenching pain and suffering these years are just a bit of capital to show off, or a sad laughing stock in his eyes.

He couldn't forgive.

......During lunch, Qi Jingchen delivered the carefully prepared meal as usual, Shen Zeming didn't move a mouthful, and Qi Jingchen didn't force him, seeing that he didn't want to eat, he took it out.

When it was dinner time, he brought in a new one, and Shen Zeming lay down with eyes closed, not intending to get up to eat at all.

Qi Jingchen's eyes darkened, but he didn't say anything, he just put a bowl of pork rib soup beside the bed.

However, the bowl of pork rib soup was not touched until noon the next day. The condensed fat floated on the mouth of the bowl, giving off bursts of rancid smell, which made people sick.

For a full 24 hours, Shen Zeming did not drink a drop of water.

With a cold face, Qi Jingchen swept the soup and the bowl into the trash can, under the impression that Shen Zeming had hypoglycemia.He frowned and looked at Shen Zeming, who was still lying on the bed with a pale face, and his heart suddenly burst into flames.

He threw away the things in his hand, turned around and went to the kitchen to fill a bowl of porridge, and put the bowl on the bedside table with a bang, Shen Zeming's eyelids moved.

Qi Jingchen leaned over and hugged him under his armpits, Shen Zeming opened his eyelids and looked at Qi Jingchen expressionlessly.

"Eat." With a sullen face, Qi Jingchen put a spoonful of cold porridge to his lips.

Shen Zeming turned his face away.

Qi Jingchen's heart sank, "You don't want to eat?"

He turned Shen Zeming's head hard, pinched his chin, took a mouthful of porridge, tilted his head and kissed him.

Shen Zeming clenched his teeth tightly and pursed his lips tightly.

But in just a moment, Qi Jingchen pushed his teeth open, poked his tongue in, and pushed the porridge in his mouth little by little.

Half an hour later, Shen Zeming was forced to "drink" a bowl of porridge.

But in the next second, Shen Zeming got up and stumbled towards the bathroom. He knelt down in front of the toilet and started to vomit.

Qi Jingchen's eyes were fixed, and suddenly, Liaoyuan's anger rushed straight to his forehead.He endured and endured, but finally couldn't hold back, bent down and roughly grabbed Shen Zeming's collar and pulled him up.

"What the hell are you crazy about?"

Shen Zeming knelt on the ground weakly, with physiological tears overflowing on his cheeks, raised his eyes and glanced at him, and gave him a very soft smile almost cruelly, "Let me go."

Qi Jingchen's chest heaved up and down violently, his eyes were blood red and terrifying, and there was bottomless violence in his eyes.

He uncontrollably climbed up Shen Zeming's fragile neck with both hands. Under the palm was the beating pulse, but he seemed not to notice it, and his five fingers kept tightening and exerting force.

Oxygen was exhausted little by little, Shen Zeming breathed with difficulty, and his instinctive desire to survive forced him to keep coughing, but he didn't struggle, and endured it obediently and quietly.

Finally, at the moment when he was about to faint, Qi Jingchen let go of his hand. The violence in his eyes had faded, but they were still full of gloom. He stared at Shen Zeming coldly, gnashing his teeth, "You don't want to leave me even half a step .”

Shen Zeming swallowed heavily, his face was flushed due to lack of oxygen, and when he met Qi Jingchen's terrifying eyes, he pulled the corner of his mouth and smiled with difficulty.

"You can't lock me up forever."

"You can try." Qi Jingchen pursed his lips, and rubbed his thumb lightly over the end of his eyes, the cold touch made Shen Zeming tremble uncontrollably.

He was brought back to the bed again, and 5 minutes later, Qi Jingchen walked in with a glass of transparent liquid. His expression had returned to his original gentleness, and he sat down beside Shen Zeming, with a soft tone: "Glucose, drink it before going to sleep."

After a long time, without waiting for a response, he leaned over to help Shen Zeming up, and pressed the rim of the cup to his lips, "Hey, take a sip."

Shen Zeming remained motionless.

"Want me to feed you?"

Before he finished speaking, Qi Jingchen pinched his chin, pecked lightly on his tightly closed lips, and half forced and half coaxed him to give him the whole glass of glucose.

The liquid overflowing from the corner of his lips was wiped away by the man with his fingertips, Shen Zeming's Adam's apple rolled up and down, and all the sweet and greasy liquid flowed into his stomach.

For a moment, he felt dizzy in his head, as if stuffed with paste, he simply ignored it, and fell asleep with his eyes closed.

...... On the fifth day, Shen Zeming still refused to eat.

The entanglement of that day seemed to have exhausted all his mental energy. He didn't speak for a long time, and his eyes were staring at the same place for a long time, numb, dull, lifeless, like a still life displayed in an art gallery.

Qi Jingchen seemed to be used to this, he talked to him tirelessly, fed him in the same way paranoidly, and even read him a bedtime story before going to bed at night.

He didn't ask Shen Zeming to respond, as if he only needed Shen Zeming to be by his side.

There seems to be some kind of balance between them, even if it is sickly and deformed.

But the balance will eventually be upset.

It was a cold day, and City H ushered in the first snow of this winter. The pure snowflakes swirled and fell on the windows one by one, forming beautiful ice edges within a few minutes.

Worried that Shen Zeming would catch a cold, the air conditioner in the room was turned on very high, and he still felt hot even wearing a T-shirt alone.

After lunch, the hospital called an emergency call, Qi Jingchen only had time to feed Shen Zeming fruit after dinner, and then drove back in a hurry.

He walked in a hurry, and he forgot to put away the fruit knife, which was placed in a very conspicuous place on the low cabinet at the foot of the bed.

Shen Zeming stared at the bright and sharp blade for a long time. When the electricity in the Ipad started playing the ending song, he groped out of bed, grabbed the handle of the knife and walked into the bathroom.

...... When Qi Jingchen arrived home, it was going to be dark, and the whole room was eerily silent. He quickly walked across the living room, and when he opened the door, a strong smell of blood came to his nostrils.

With a heartbeat, he turned on the light in the bathroom as if feeling something.

Shen Zeming was lying naked in the bathtub filled with water, his eyes were closed tightly, and the hand hanging outside was covered with scars, dripping blood flowed from the wound on the wrist, and meandered to the door like a small river.

The sky is falling but that's all.