But don't chase me. I'm not your boyfriend, I'm also your junior apprentice...

Ms. Wang still believed that there was basic kindness between people, and even if they broke up, Wen Zichuan would not run into the ward and do anything out of line to her son.

Her only worry was that someone with ulterior motives would see it and spread it everywhere. After all, it was He Mengpian who publicly exposed Cheng Sizhou's sexual orientation, and the initial fermentation place was in the hospital.

Until now, he and his wife were both quite embarrassed when they met Mr. He. They were not thick-skinned enough to admit in front of their leaders and colleagues that the Cheng family had a son-in-law.

Leng Sui looks big and strong with a stern face, but his attitude is very gentle. The midnight snack includes barbecue, crayfish and braised food. He not only prepared tableware and gloves, but also demonstrated extremely excellent shrimp peeling skills. The medical staff had an extra meal when they worked overtime, and even the anxious and depressing atmosphere was diluted a lot.

Wang Xinxin took the skewers he handed her, but she didn't enjoy the food and couldn't help glancing into the ward.

In the ward, Cheng Sizhou had already woken up. He was a light sleeper to begin with, and in a hospital, it was impossible for him to sleep soundly no matter what.

Wen Zichuan pushed aside a small clump of hair that was blocking his eyes: "How do you feel? Are you feeling better?"

"You shouldn't have come." Cheng Sizhou pursed his pale lips, looked away, and added, "I didn't expect you to come."

Wen Zichuan sat down on the chair beside the bed, blocking the light with his body, and his shadow cast a shadow over Cheng Sizhou.

"Don't you know me that well? You know perfectly well that I will come. Even if you don't want to see me, you can't drive me away."

Cheng Sizhou was still on IV drip, but he clutched the quilt cover tightly because of these words.

He had taken too many antidepressants, and the connection between his brain and body had become extremely fragile, but when he saw the person in front of him, he would still have a special feeling, as if there was a tinkling copper bell in the distant dust and fog, constantly tempting him to walk towards the other person.

"He's gone." Cheng Sizhou was weak and haggard, and he spoke with all his strength.

"I know." Wen Zichuan held his fist, guiding him to slowly loosen his fingers.

In order to investigate the real reason why Mr. Jiang fell off the cliff in his car accident, Cheng Sizhou has done everything he can. Regardless of whether this matter has any result or not, he has not let anyone down, including himself.

Wen Zichuan had always understood that Brother Zhou regretted not being able to prevent Jiang Anyi's kidnapping, and secondly, felt ashamed of his sexual orientation, unable to marry and have children, fulfilling his master and mistress's wishes. Therefore, he had to seek justice for Jiang, even if it meant nearly killing him.

Wen Zichuan understood him and never advised him to stop. If he had to bear the bitter fruit alone, then today he had finally gotten what he wanted.

"I'm useless." Cheng Sizhou closed his eyes. "I haven't accomplished anything."

There is no man in the world who doesn't want his lover and family to live in harmony, but he not only fails to protect his family, but also hurts his lover. No matter which side he faces, he makes a mess of it.

"Brother Zhou, look at me." Wen Zichuan's voice was still gentle and powerful. "There are some things that other people won't tell you, so let me say them."

Cheng Sizhou opened his eyes and looked at him: "What?"

Wen Zichuan suddenly became serious: "Ever since Master Jiang got into trouble, your life has been filled with taking care of him and investigating the truth of what happened back then. But have you ever considered that you're not a machine that can run without charging? If you've ruined your body and torn your life to pieces, how can your master ever recover?!"

"But I..."

"You just think that Master Jiang is too harsh on you, and that your relationship isn't close enough! Before he got into trouble, you thought you weren't filial enough, and after the accident, you resorted to hurting yourself to compensate, right? There's nothing wrong with being filial to your master and his wife, but you can't hurt yourself and make someone who truly loves you sad!"

"You don't know, from childhood to adulthood, no matter how hard I tried or how well I performed, in his heart, I could never replace An Yi... When An Yi brought him tea when he was little, he would drink it happily with a smile... When I brought him tea, he never smiled..."

"Why do you want to replace Jiang Anyi?! You are Cheng Sizhou, and there is only one Cheng Sizhou in the world! Although Jiang Anyi is unfortunate, your parents rudely forced you to be the Jiang family's son. They never considered your feelings, so you are also unfortunate!"

"But what can I do? They gave birth to me, raised me, and taught me. I can't always disappoint them..."

"Brother Zhou, I beg you," Wen Zichuan's tears fell on the back of Cheng Sizhou's hand, "Can you love yourself a little more..."

Cheng Sizhou looked at the furry back of his head lying on his arm, trembling with tears. Although the knot in his heart was not completely untied, it was like being thrown into an ice lake and temporarily frozen.

"Don't cry, there are people watching outside." He really wanted to touch the back of the furry head, but his arms were pressed down and he couldn't lift them.

"Woo... Even if you scold me, I still have to say that when your master was alive, it was understandable that you took care of him, but now that he's gone, it's his relief, and it's also your relief... You're not allowed to do this anymore!"

Cheng Sizhou didn't want him to feel sad about his affairs anymore. After thinking for a few seconds, he said half-jokingly, "You are not allowed to do this or that. Why do you always control me?"

When Wen Zichuan heard this, he became even angrier: "Yes, I want to control you! Who told you to hold me in your arms 25 years ago and act as my senior brother for a few days?"

If you have to count it this way, then the master is a relative, but the junior disciple is not?

Although that fate is as short as dew under the sun, it will disappear if you are not careful.

But Cheng Sizhou didn't think so. He lowered his eyelids and secretly cursed himself for being a bastard.

After the two broke up, every time Zichuan approached him, he was rejected coldly, so that the little fool couldn't even find an identity that cared about him. He went around in circles before figuring out that he could be his junior brother.

"Okay, junior brother is also important." If I don't coax him, the ward will be flooded.

Wen Zichuan took a peek at the observation window and felt embarrassed. He quickly turned his face towards the corner and wiped away his tears.

"What is that?" He accidentally discovered that there was a wrinkled white bed sheet piled on the low cabinet by the wall, almost taking up the entire cabinet surface. It looked very strange, and it didn't look like something that the caregiver had changed and not put away in time.

Cheng Sizhou frowned, his expression complicated: "Suicide note."

Wen Zichuan was genuinely shocked: "...Mr. Jiang's?"

As Master Lin's wife said, his master was not completely unconscious while lying in bed. Sometimes, he would raise his hands or move his feet, and countless times, people thought that he could wake up.

On the day the doctor announced the death, the Lin family came to receive the body, but they did not pay attention to anything else. It was the nurse who cleaned the ward who discovered in time that there were faint traces of words on the side of the bed sheet where Mr. Jiang had slept, similar to those drawn in pencil.

The nurse thought it was unusual and did not take it to wash rashly. After Nurse Tao found out, she sent it back to the Cheng family.

Wen Zichuan found the trace and turned it over and over, but couldn't figure it out: "What did he write?"

In fact, it wasn't just him. From the nurse who first discovered it, to Nurse Tao, Lin Xin, and Wang Xinxin, none of them could figure out what it was. The words were of varying depths and in a disorderly manner. If you were careless, you would just think you had accidentally left a shoe print somewhere, except that the pattern on the sole was quite strange.

But Wen Zichuan immediately thought that although the handwriting was indeed strange, Brother Zhou's eyes were also very special.

Two hours ago, Cheng Sizhou saw it as soon as he woke up, and he asked Ms. Wang to turn off the lights and draw the curtains.

It was evening, and a little sunlight squeezed in from the cracks that were never fully covered. I seemed to be able to see the surroundings, but it seemed as if it was mixed in thick ink, and nothing could be seen clearly.

"Don't chase." Cheng Sizhou said that the last words left by his master were to tell him not to chase.

Don't investigate, don't pursue, don't ask. Jiang Yunli suffered a lot throughout his life, but at the last moment, he hoped that the younger generation could let it go.

"Brother Zhou, he loves you." Wen Zichuan put down the bed sheet and lay on his arms again.

Cheng Sizhou was silent for a long time before he said "hmm" softly.

People say that father's love is like a mountain and teacher's kindness is like the sea. Jiang Yunli's love for him is so vast and profound, and her painstaking efforts are so deep that he has not been able to comprehend it for many years.

So no matter if the master is strict or cold, it is all for the purpose of imparting all his life's knowledge to him as quickly as possible so that he can stand on his own as soon as possible.

After all, Mr. Jiang has never let go of his daughter's matter and has been secretly investigating the kidnapping case for nearly twenty years. Perhaps he has already touched the power behind the scenes, or perhaps he has already anticipated that this day would come.

Maybe the master and the disciple were not on good terms, so when the master passed away, the disciple would not feel so sad.

Wen Zichuan knew Cheng Sizhou. Even though Jiang Yunli himself had said "don't pursue", he was now only one step away from the truth, and he would definitely not miss the opportunity to avenge his master.

"Look, I already call you Senior Brother. I can't let you shoulder your Master's affairs alone anymore."

"No one wants to take the blame. Didn't the old man tell us not to chase after him?"

Wen Zichuan sat up straight and looked at him intently, making sure he wasn't joking: "Not investigating anymore? But we finally..."

Cheng Sizhou smiled and said, "Look at me like this, it's really not working."

After hearing what he said, Wen Zichuan immediately overturned all the ideas of "how to accompany him to investigate". At the moment, nothing was more important than letting him take good care of his health.

"Okay, okay, take care of yourself first. We can talk about other things after you've recovered."

"Don't overthink it, you hear me? I'll update the police on the progress later. After all, they're better at identifying suspects."

Wen Zichuan nodded vigorously and forced a smile at him.

It was great that he finally figured it out. Life is so short, how can one live up to other people's expectations? The most important thing in life should be to become the person you want to be.

His heart slowly settled down, and he asked Cheng Sizhou in detail about his condition. Cheng Sizhou was afraid that he would think too much, so he told him everything honestly. Fortunately, it was not too serious.

Wen Zichuan walked around to the other side and blew gently on the back of his hand covered with gauze: "Get better."

"Yeah, it'll be fine."

"Brother Zhou, can you take a video for me?"

"Shoot a video?"

"I can't come here every day, but you don't have to come every day. Just when you're free, bored, or thinking of me, just take a few seconds of video and send it to me, okay?"

Cheng Sizhou stared at him for a long time, thinking to himself, isn’t his approach exactly the same as his master’s?

In order to prevent those who care about me from being sad because of the possibility of losing me, I actively choose to be harsh, indifferent and distant, turning my sincere heart into coptis chinensis under the sun, bitter and dry. The sadness does not decrease, and it also breeds many obsessions that cannot be let go.

He sighed silently in his heart, and before the light in Zichuan's eyes was about to dim, he replied, "Okay."

Wen Zichuan smiled immediately, his smile even brighter and more beautiful than the night-blooming cereus.

After receiving a positive answer, he estimated the time and quickly shared his recent work arrangements and savings plan with Cheng Sizhou. Even though Brother Zhou didn't care, he still had to tell him every time he saw him.

——This is proof that he has put the other person into the future, and proof that he is taking every step with great determination.