Look good

"...Are you kidding me?" Shen Qinlan looked at him incredulously, "You want to be good for Qiao Xing? Are you crazy?"

"What's wrong with being good..." Wen Changrong frowned, feeling speechless at this word.

The man looked at Shen Qinlan for a while, and said, "Okay, let's deal with our affairs first, this is my last explanation."

"..."

"Our relationship has ended. Strictly speaking, it ended when you left four years ago. We are all responsible for the long toss."

"..."

"In the beginning, you had a girlfriend, and I had Qiao Xing. Maybe we should have lived on our own without any intersection, but you and I were unwilling to do so. Later, we did not hesitate to tear ourselves apart with our family. This relationship was doomed. This is the result. Those days were really hard, and you accompanied me for a long time, so I knew that you were going to leave, but I still waited at the wedding scene. For me, I have fulfilled my greatest responsibility."

"..."

"It can be said that in our relationship, I have never been sorry to you. You chose to come, and you chose to leave." Wen Changrong paused and said, "Qiao Xing was involved because of me. he……"

"I went abroad...for my reasons." Shen Qinlan said, "At that time...we had no money, do you remember?"

"Ah."

"During that time, you were under a lot of pressure, but you couldn't afford the money to buy medicine, and then I saw...you sometimes became very bad-tempered." Shen Qinlan said, "I saw you smashing things, and Several times, he yelled at me very loudly."

"……Um."

"I knew you were sick before, but it was the first time I knew exactly what this disease was like." Shen Qinlan said, "I checked the relevant information later, only to know that this disease is difficult to cure. Stress, mood swings... etc. may relapse, and...patients are irrational and have certain risks. When we start our own business, isn't it when we are stressed and in a bad mood?"

"...Hmm." Wen Changrong couldn't deny this, the man paused and said, "When I yelled at you, did it remind you of your father?"

"Ah."

"Then I can understand." Wen Changrong said, "This is my fault. I didn't tell you the seriousness of this disease when we were together."

Shen Qinlan raised his head to look at the man, and replied, "So I..."

"I'm sorry for scaring you because of your illness, but I want to ask." Wen Changrong's eyes fell on the young man's face, "If your mother didn't say that there was a business waiting for you to inherit when you went abroad, would you leave?"

"I..." Shen Qinlan said just now, "This may be one of the reasons, but at all..."

"Those days were really hard, let's not talk about me, I knew it was difficult just because the rich clothes and fine food turned into simple food and drink, and I can understand you leaving." Wen Changrong said, "But why, I decided After leaving, you still promise me to get married?"

"Because of your illness, I..."

"Because you are afraid that I will hurt you after you refuse? Is that so?"

"..." Shen Qinlan didn't speak.

"If you're really afraid to such an extent, why would you take the initiative to sleep with me? And why would you take the initiative to ask me to hug and kiss? Aren't you afraid?"

Wen Changrong looked at the young man's clenched fists but could not answer a word, and knew that he had guessed right. Maybe Shen Qinlan really cared about his illness, but it was not the fundamental reason for leaving. The problem is that there is no bread.

Just like in real life, what kills love is often not the landslides and landslides in the movie, but the daily necessities after marriage.

The man breathed out silently and said. "Forced by life, I understand that you left at the beginning, you don't have to feel guilty, but we will stop here."

After finishing speaking, Wen Changrong turned around and opened the door of the box.

"Did he give you ecstasy?!" Shen Qinlan stood on the spot and looked at the man's back, "You said you loved me because of an illusion, so could it be that falling in love with Qiao Xing in such a short time now is..."

"He and I have been married for four years, and the nurturing relationship has lasted for nearly three years. Is our time together short?" Wen Changrong paused, and said, "As for love or not... I saw a question before, Interesting."

"..."

"The question is like this, 'If you only have one year to live, and you can only choose one person to accompany you in the next days, who would you choose?'" Wen Changrong said, "I subconsciously thought of Qiao Xing."

Wen Changrong: "At that time, he was divorcing me. You know my personality. I was so annoyed by him at the time, but for some reason... When I saw this question, I subconsciously thought of him."

"I don't know how a normal person feels when they feel love, but at least... At that moment, I can be [-]% sure that he is very important to me. If I am really dying, he can't be with me. By my side, I think I might die with a grievance."

"Such a reason... is that enough?"

******

Wen Changrong walked outside the house and didn't rush to get into the car, but stood there blowing the cold wind for a while.

Most of the romantic venues have some aphrodisiac gadgets, which have no major effect, at best they are just to add to the fun, and they will disappear after a while.

"Sir." The driver poked his head out to remind him, "It's time to take medicine."

"En." Hearing this, Wen Changrong responded, and seeing that the time was indeed up, he took out the pill from his pocket and swallowed it.

The late autumn night was icy cold, the banquet was over in the distance, and the well-dressed men and women came out intermittently. Wen Changrong stood in an unobtrusive corner, watching the crowd, and somehow thought of Qiao Xing again.

No, to be precise, he didn't think of Qiao Xing when he saw the crowd. When he was talking to Shen Qinlan just now, his mind was already full of Qiao Xing.

Especially—when it comes to his illness.

There was no doubt that he was sorry for Qiao Xing when he was with Shen Qinlan, but his illness... was the first time he thought of Qiao Xing.

Of course Wen Changrong knew how serious his bipolar disorder was and what the consequences would be, but he often didn't want to think about the specific harm.

In his memory, there were three episodes of bipolar disorder, one was four years ago when Shen Qinlan didn't come and he and Qiao Xing got married.

When he woke up, what he saw was a mess all over the room. Qiao Xing hid behind his mother, obviously frightened, and his arm was scratched, but when he saw him, Qiao Xing was stunned After a while, he patted his chest and said in an exaggerated tone: "Fortunately, I run fast."

Isn't Qiao Xing afraid?Scared.

But why use such an exaggerated tone to tease yourself?

It was to comfort him.

The second time was when Shen Qinlan came back four years later. They had a quarrel, and he seemed to be ill too, strangling Qiao Xing's neck.

Qiao Xing's injury seemed to be more serious that day. When he saw the blood, he was so scared that his mind went blank at that time, and he hurriedly carried him to the infirmary.

and after?Later, he compensated Qiao Xing for a big case as usual, and then Qiao Xing smiled and leaned on his shoulder to forgive him.

Was that case really big enough for Qiao Xing to let go of his panic and insist on smiling and leaning on his shoulder to forgive him?

No.

The reason why Qiao Xing did that was to comfort him after all.

the third time.

The third time...was because Qiao Xing kissed the bodyguard.

Wen Changrong no longer remembered his emotions at that time, but only remembered the feeling of a sudden fire, and when he opened his eyes, he saw Qiao Xing crying.

Then he... didn't want to.

Wen Changrong didn't even dare to think about it.

At the beginning, the accusation was so righteous, but at this moment, as long as he thought of a word he said at the beginning, Wen Changrong couldn't bear it.

Qiao Xing, Qiao Xing.

Wen Changrong thought of those things that Qiao Xing usually pouted to the sky, obviously didn't want to do it, but did it anyway, and did it very well.

Thinking of Qiao Xing's sarcasm, thinking of Qiao Xing laughing while holding his arm when he received a gift.

——Thinking about it this way, they have been together for so many years, but he doesn't seem to be able to distinguish Qiao Xing's true emotions.

Qiao Xing is too good at disguising.

When receiving his strange requests, Qiao Xing would unceremoniously taunt him for being difficult to serve, cursing and swearing, but he was unhappy at first glance, but when it really came to pain, for example, when he fell ill and caused Qiao Xing to be injured, Qiao Xing didn't behave eccentrically. Said he was difficult to serve, but smiled and said nothing heartlessly.

He couldn't distinguish Qiao Xing's emotions, and occasionally felt it, but he ignored it.

It's like a crying child has milk to drink, and if Qiao Xing doesn't cry, he won't notice.

What is this.

At this moment, Wen Changrong suddenly wavered in a thought that he had been steadfast in before.

——About Qiao Xing still loving him.

He has a bad temper, and Qiao Xing has complained many times before. He still has an incurable mental illness, and if he is wrong, he will hurt others. He really hurt Qiao Xing several times, but he didn't take it seriously in the end.

He used to think that he had given Qiao Xing all these years not bad, that he had not lost resources and money, and occasionally cared about the details of life.

But now...he realizes that all his unbearableness has been given to him.

Why did Qiao Xing fall in love with him in the first place?Because he saved him, he gave him money, taught him how to behave in the world, and pulled him out of that little darkness, he was his too many firsts.

Now that the redemption is over, Qiao Xing is no longer the little boy who looked up at him. For the first time, all kinds of things are not so important in this era. Qiao Xing is not short of money or resources. Wen Chang did a thousand times and ten thousand times better than him.

... Then, why does Qiao Xing still love him?

why?

Wen Changrong found that he couldn't think of an answer.

This is so ridiculous.

Wen Changrong thought, he would lose to a cripple?

"Sir," the driver reminded him again, "It's almost 11:30, you have to go back, you need to rest earlier."

"Okay." Wen Changrong replied, stopped thinking and walked to the car.

The night wind was blowing, and he felt a little chilly. Wen Changrong always felt that there was something uncomfortable. For example, the smoke that added to the fun seemed to be taking a long time. His body is still a little hot now, but he can't say what is uncomfortable.

"Go home." Wen Changrong told the driver, "Drive faster, maybe I need to sleep for a while."

"Yes."

Along the way, Wen Changrong always felt that something was wrong with his body, but he couldn't tell. The more the air conditioner blew, the more dizzy he felt. He asked the driver to turn off the air conditioner and open the windows, but it became colder and colder.

The man didn't realize something was wrong until his fingers started to tremble and his body was sweating.

"Go to the hospital."

"..." The driver paused for a moment and didn't ask any further questions. He was calling out the navigation to find the nearest hospital. Wen Changrong in the back seat had already leaned over and vomited.

……

When Qiao Xing rushed from the studio to the hospital, the red light in the emergency room was still on.

There were many people standing in the corridor of the hospital. Mr. Wen sat on a bench with a cane on his back. Wen Changrong's mother covered her face and kept crying. Her eyes were already swollen, and she didn't know how long she had been crying.

Qiao Xing asked Uncle Wu in a low voice, and learned that Wen Changrong suddenly fell ill after attending the banquet. The doctor currently speculates that it is some side effect caused by psychotropic drugs, but it is hard to say what the specific reason for this side effect is. Do gastric lavage first.

"Let him be so crazy, don't take any medicine, and I don't want the inheritance and family property," Mrs. Wen kept crying, "Let Wen Changze come, I really don't want it anymore, because I wanted the family property at the beginning If you do this to my son, now that my son is sick, why would you want to add the Wen family to him..."

"Anything will kill you." Master Wen also looked a little sad, but he still frowned and reprimanded, "The doctor said it was just..."

In the corridor were Mrs. Wen's intermittent crying and a little conversation. Most of the people lowered their heads and remained silent, looking very depressed.

Qiao Xing raised his eyes and saw that several important relatives of the Wen family and even the housekeeper and servants had arrived on weekdays, but Wen Chang was not there.

He paused, wanting to go out and make a phone call.

But as soon as he walked to the corner of the corridor, he saw a wheelchair parked at the stairs. Uncle Chen stood aside silently with his head bowed. Wen Changze's hands were tightly clasped on the wheelchair. His eyes fell on the white wall opposite, but he looked dazed. .

Qiao Xing looked aside for a while, and he took every inch of Wen Changze's expression into his eyes. He felt that it was a bit different from what he had guessed, but...hesitating for a while, Qiao Xing stepped closer.

Wen Chang seemed to be in a daze, Qiao Xing was almost walking in front of him, and the man turned his head to him after a half-beat of reaction.

"Little Joe, here we come."

"...Well." Qiao Xing responded, and in the corridor behind her, Mrs. Wen said intermittently, "I'll be fine if I don't get this disease" and "I'll go to hell with a thousand knives." Take a deep breath and ask.

"...Can you tell me, what happened when Mr. said that you caused his illness?"