70 Untying the Knot

"Tell me, what does death really feel like? Is it a moment of relief or pain?"

"I don't know, but I definitely don't want to die. I still have so many things to try, and I still have brothers and sisters, and many good friends. You must be reluctant to leave us teammates, right?"

Song Qixian stopped talking. Zhou Heyu turned his head and found that he was in a trance. It took him a while to come back to his senses.

"What?" Song Qixian asked.

So Zhou Heyu half-seriously joked, "Don't you consider us friends? You don't miss us at all."

Song Qixian neither admitted nor denied it, saying, "My friends can live well without me."

Zhou Heyu was surprised and asked, "Are you sure? Where is Park Youen?"

Song Qixian was speechless. Seeing Zhou Heyu secretly suppressing his laughter, he realized that he was teasing him again. He said helplessly, "Brother, you are here to take care of me, why do you keep telling these jokes?"

Zhou Heyu said confidently: "I'm not a nurse. How can I help you turn over or get out of bed to pee? I just came to check on you."

"You seem to be in good spirits. There's no need for me to look so sad and comfort you."

Song Qixian knew without looking in the mirror that his complexion must be terrible, not as good as Zhou Heyu said.

However, since Zhou Heyu said so, he would not refute it.

"Then I can't look at my phone. It's so boring. Are there any other ways to entertain myself?"

Zhou Heyu said seriously, "Yes, what do you think of my head? I'll take it off and let you play football."

"hiong~" Song Qixian called him brother in a somewhat coquettish manner, and Zhou Heyu couldn't resist.

"Okay, okay, I won't tease you anymore."

After a while, Zhou Heyu said, "Why don't you and Minghe switch rooms? You move over to my room."

Song Qixian looked at him in surprise, but said worriedly, "Youen and Minghe live together, will they stay up late at night playing games?"

Zhou Heyu was choked, but he had to admit that Song Qixian's worries were justified.

With Park Yoo-eun and Shin Myung-hyuk's personalities, they can turn the room upside down.

Neither this nor that works, Zhou Heyu felt a little annoyed.

Just be frank and speak frankly.

He gestured to Song Qixian to leave a seat for him, and then squeezed onto the small bed.

Two 1.85-meter-tall boys huddled very close to each other on a 90-cm-tall bed.

"Qixian, tell me the truth, how many hours do you sleep every day?"

Song Qixian hesitated, but had to tell the truth under Zhou Heyu's oppressive gaze.

"I usually get back to the dormitory around one in the morning and can't fall asleep until three."

"So, you're getting less than two hours of effective sleep a day?! Are you crazy? Can your body handle it?"

Zhou Heyu's voice suddenly rose, and Song Qixian had to remind him that they were in the hospital.

Knowing Zhou Heyu would be angry, Song Qixian explained, "I'm sorry, I just can't sleep. I always can't fall asleep after lying down, and I don't know what's wrong with me."

Zhou Heyu's face still had an angry look on it, and he said sarcastically, "Then the medicine you took is just right. It helps you sleep."

"Maybe your illegitimate son gave you this drug just because he saw that you wouldn't sleep."

It was rare for Zhou Heyu to say such sarcastic words to him. Song Qixian knew that he was really angry and quickly changed the subject.

"By the way, brother, have you caught the person?"

Zhou Heyu shook his head. "The surveillance showed him wrapped very tightly and cautiously, so we couldn't find him."

It seemed like an attempt to appease Song Qixian and dispel his resentment towards the company. Zhou Heyu added, "Although the company didn't call the police, they mobilized many people with connections, which was definitely more efficient than calling the police."

In fact, Song Qixian only had some other thoughts when he just woke up, but then he thought about it from the company's perspective and dismissed the idea.

He is now a famous artist after all. Once the news of him being drugged by a stalker and hospitalized comes out, not only will the company be plagued by public opinion, but everyone in the fifth branch will have to bear the pressure from fans.

Besides, he didn't want to cause any more trouble.

The showcase a few days ago was very successful and the fans were very happy. Now that this incident of his has been revealed, I wonder how many people will be sad.

Song Qixian said seriously: "I didn't think much about it, brother. I understand the company's approach, and I am willing to follow the company's subsequent arrangements."

Before coming here, Zhou Heyu was told by Director Cui to try not to let Qixian feel dissatisfied with the company, and even if he did, he had to appease him. Although Zhou Heyu didn't like the company's approach, he knew that the company had done the right thing and would definitely compensate Qixian later.

But seeing Song Qixian say what he wanted to hear so easily, Zhou Heyu felt a little uncomfortable.

Zhou Heyu said distressedly: "Silly boy, if you don't take this opportunity to act like a rogue, maybe the company will compensate you more."

Song Qixian tilted his head and smiled, saying, "Will you let me suffer a loss?"

Zhou Heyu deliberately said, "I want you to remember this."

Song Qixian leaned against Zhou Heyu and smiled brightly. "I don't believe it. Brother Heyu always says one thing and means another. You must be thinking that I should protect my brother."

Song Qixian's words of trust almost made Zhou Heyu forget his biggest goal.

After remembering, he continued, "When you are discharged from the hospital and go home, you must sleep for five hours every day. If I don't see you before I go to bed and don't see you after I wake up, then you have to be careful."

Song Qixian puffed his lips and said distressedly, "But I really can't sleep. I can't fall asleep in bed no matter what."

Zhou Heyu said seriously, "First, quit everything with caffeine. Ask the doctor to prescribe some melatonin for you, and you must go back to your room and go to bed at 11 o'clock at night. If the effect is not good, I will sacrifice myself to accompany you to read. Believe me, you will not like reading Brother Shangyu's book."

"Eleven o'clock!" Song Qixian exclaimed in surprise. This time is too early for a Korean. Usually at this time he would either be memorizing the script or hanging out in the gym.

"Early to bed and early to rise are good for your health." Zhou Heyu has Chinese genes and knows that Chinese medicine has a lot to say about health preservation. In addition to stress overload, the reason for insomnia is an unhealthy lifestyle.

"You must pay attention to your health. If you continue like this, you may die suddenly."

Zhou Heyu wasn't exaggerating. Song Qixian's health had been declining for years. He had finally entered the entertainment industry and had a new life, but because of his job, he had to diet to maintain his figure. Although this was necessary, the fact that he slept for more than 20 hours this time showed that his body was warning him.

Facing Zhou Heyu's concern, what could Song Qixian say? He could only agree without hesitation. Zhou Heyu was not like Ming Shangyu, who could not easily give in.

What's more, Zhou Heyu is a brother who has always been there for him, and Song Qixian has deeper feelings for him than for others.

After a brief conversation, Zhou Heyu said he wanted to go out for a walk.

Song Qixian wanted to go too. He had been lying in bed for a long time and didn't want to stay any longer. But he was on IV drip and couldn't leave.

Before leaving, Zhou Heyu took his phone and handed him a book solemnly: "This is a book from Brother Shangyu's collection. You must take good care of it."

Song Qixian was at a loss whether to laugh or cry, and took it to have a look.

The Management of Machinery.

. . .

When his hand touched the door lock, Zhou Heyu heard Song Qixian's calm voice behind him.

"Hiong, I talked in my sleep last night."

Zhou Heyu turned around and saw Song Qixian's expression was neutral, his silver hair giving him a divine air. He laughed and said, "What were you talking about in your sleep? I don't know. I wasn't here last night."

Song Qixian's eyes seemed to penetrate Zhou Heyu's disguise. He said calmly, "Brother Shangyu's expression was very different when he left. I guess I scared him last night."

Zhou Heyu refused to talk about what happened last night, as if he was worried that Song Qixian would ask him something he couldn't answer. Zhou Heyu opened the door of the ward and left in a hurry.

Watching his receding figure, Song Qixian turned his gaze to the book in his hand.

The more he looked at it, the tighter his brows furrowed. He could understand the meaning of these words individually, but why couldn't he understand them when they were put together?

When he read the third page, he actually fell asleep.

This time he slept well and woke up at six o'clock the next morning.

Song Qixian felt refreshed. He didn't expect that getting enough sleep would have such a good effect. When he retires, he can sleep like this.

Zhou Heyu disappeared, and the note he left behind said that he had gone to bring him breakfast.

The breakfast I brought back included porridge, pickles, boiled eggs, and two trays of steamed dumplings.

so much…

"You can't finish it." Song Qixian said with difficulty.

Zhou Heyu's eyes were full of contempt. "Touch your stomach. Does it want to eat?"

Song Qixian was indeed hungry, but he still wanted to struggle, "But I just fasted, it's not good to eat so much. I still have filming in a few days..."

Zhou Heyu had already eaten breakfast, so he could talk about these breakfasts. He said as a matter of course: "You are sick, of course you need to nourish yourself well and lose weight after you are discharged from the hospital. Besides, this is breakfast, it's okay to eat more breakfast.

Song Qixian ate most of his breakfast slowly, chewing each bite carefully, but he said he couldn't eat the last half tray of dumplings.

Zhou Heyu didn't force them. After they cleaned up, they sat down and chatted calmly again.

"You have to take good care of your body from now on, okay?"

"Sleep at least four hours a day. Even for a big event like a showcase, don't stay up all night preparing."

Song Qixian nodded obediently. Zhou Heyu couldn't help but pinch his brother's face, but there was no flesh at all.

"And, most importantly, don't think about death anymore. Look, you have friends, a career, and a lot of family at the orphanage. You're already happier than many people. So, don't think about those depressing things anymore."

Song Qixian nodded obediently, but still couldn't help saying, "Brother, you don't think I'm thinking about those things, do you? Kill myself?"

"Didn't you think about it?"

"I haven't thought about it. Why do you have such a big misunderstanding about me?"

"Then why are you talking about death?"

Song Qixian felt aggrieved. "I was just speaking from my heart. Besides, is death a taboo topic? Just because I feel something about it doesn't mean I want to end my own life."

"I'm just thinking about the meaning of life. Oftentimes, I feel like everything in this world is meaningless, but that doesn't mean I want to kill myself."

"You and Brother Shangyu, didn't you both misunderstand?"

After all the commotion, it seemed that the person involved had no such idea at all. Zhou Heyu felt a little embarrassed and didn't want to talk to his brother anymore, so he left in a hurry.

The steps are very brisk.