Chapter 11 Brother Shen, Don’t Do Stupid Things
"Miss Song, let's go this way."
Whispering to Song Zhining, Su Jing took a detour with Song Zhining, fearing that they would be discovered by the paparazzi and anti-fans blocking the front door, and entered the back of the community from the underground garage, and then took the elevator up.
"After the incident, I came up through here. Currently, the paparazzi and haters don't know about it."
If he knew that this place would be blocked, it would be even more impossible for him to come and see Brother Xingyi.
After all, he was Shen Xingyi's assistant, and they knew it.
The elevator reached the 7th floor, and Song Zhining was led to room 702. Standing at the door, Su Jing hesitated, as if he had some concerns. In the past, he would ring the doorbell whenever Shen Xingyi was at home, but he chose to use the spare key.
“This key was given to me by Brother Shen.”
The key felt heavy in his hand, which was Shen Xingyi's trust in him.
With a slight click, the door opened.
Su Jing walked in first, followed by Song Zhining.
The house is not big. As soon as you enter the door, you can see the living room. Su Jing raised his eyes, but did not see Shen Xingyi in the living room. His eyes searched and fell on the kitchen.
However, when Su Jing saw the scene in the kitchen, his eyes were bloodshot.
Tomatoes, noodles, and broken plates were rolling on the ground. A figure was facing sideways, holding a knife in one hand and raising the other hand, as if about to cut it.
“Brother Shen, don’t do anything stupid.”
Su Jing rushed in and snatched the knife from Shen Xingyi.
Shen Xingyi was stunned, as if he had just come to his senses. He raised his face and met the eyes of Song Zhining who was behind Su Jing.
It was a face carefully sculpted by Nuwa, with a clean and otherworldly air in its elegance. His skin was fair and had a clean luster. His light and fluffy golden hair made the young man look well-behaved and pure. He seemed to have a natural aura of transcendent cleanliness and beauty.
Song Zhining thought, if she used one word to describe Shen Xingyi, it would be an angel who had strayed into the human world.
He seemed to be slow to realize that someone had come in, and realized it was Su Jing. The corners of his soft lips lifted slightly, revealing a pale and gentle smile. He said softly, "Xiao Jing, why are you here?"
When his eyes fell on Song Zhining, perhaps because he was unfamiliar with her, or perhaps because he was afraid of being harassed by anti-fans and paparazzi during this period, he took a step back slowly, like a cat whose fur suddenly stood up.
He seemed to be smiling, but Song Zhining could clearly see the unspeakable fragility hidden in it. The sunlight shone through the kitchen window, and one or two thin rays fell on his face, as if leaving faint scratches on his pale and almost transparent complexion and delicate skin, like glass that would shatter at the touch. At this moment, this angel who had strayed into the world was intertwined with a sense of brokenness and fragility, carrying his unspeakable beauty and pain, and seemed to be searching aimlessly for his own redemption and peace.
Su Jing pulled Shen Xingyi to sit on the sofa and introduced Song Zhining.
He pulled up Shen Xingyi's sleeve to take a look, but was held down by Shen Xingyi's hand. He was very thin, wearing a white shirt, and the exposed wrist was very slender, like only bones were left.
"Xiao Jing, you're wrong. I didn't do anything stupid."
Su Jing's eyes suddenly turned red, and tears fell drop by drop. When he looked up again, his face was already covered with tear marks. "Brother Chen, how long are you going to hide this from me? Do you still treat me as your brother? You are clearly suffering from depression, and you are also experiencing hallucinations and self-harming behaviors. Why didn't you tell me?"
"Now you still want to hide it from me. If, if I come a step later, will you leave me forever?"
"Xiao Jing, don't cry..." Shen Xingyi, who was busy comforting Su Jing, was finally pulled away by the former. He easily saw several scratches on his left forearm and right forearm. Some were old and the wound was healing, leaving an ugly scar. Some were relatively new and had not healed completely, with traces of blood oozing out.
“Brother Chen, if you still consider me your younger brother, don’t hide it from me anymore…”
…
After a while, Song Zhining sat far away on the sofa. Here, Su Jing was crying while applying iodine to the wound on Shen Xingyi's forearm. At Su Jing's pleading, Shen Xingyi also told about his situation.
Shen Xingyi did suffer from depression, but he did not see a doctor and diagnosed it on his own.
Loss of appetite, insomnia, low mood... At first Shen Xingyi didn't care much. Later, when he had hallucinations and auditory hallucinations for the first time and engaged in self-harming behavior, Shen Xingyi realized that he might have depression.
"Then why didn't you tell me?" Su Jing asked with tears on his face.
Shen Xingyi was silent. Why didn't he tell? Perhaps he didn't want to worry Su Jing, the only brother who cared about him. Or perhaps he was stuck in a quagmire, powerless, and had given up struggling, thinking that it would be fine to just sink and be dragged down.
Since the beginning of this year, he has been feeling more and more exhausted from deep within his body and soul, and he can't hold on any longer.
Today, thinking of Xiaojing, he finally tried to cheer himself up. He hadn't eaten for two days and planned to go to the kitchen to make a bowl of tomato and egg noodles. But at that moment, he had hallucinations and auditory hallucinations. It seemed as if there were people all around him attacking and scolding him. They were all saying: Shen Xingyi, people like you don't deserve to live in this world, you deserve to die.
Shen Xingyi struggled in vain, and in the end, the scene that Su Jing and Song Zhining saw when they came in happened.
"...Xiao Jing, I'm sorry. I made you worry." Shen Xingyi reached out, took out a tissue, and gently wiped the tears from Su Jing's face. "Don't cry."
Su Jing took the tissue and wiped his face carelessly. He stood up, put the medicine box away with one hand, and said, "I won't cry, Brother Chen. In fact, it's not just me who has always trusted you. Miss Song Zhining and her friends have also trusted you. Brother Chen, Miss Song has brought some evidence. As long as we make this evidence public, we can clear your name."
"Assistant Su, please show the evidence to Brother Chen. I'll go make him a new bowl of noodles." Song Zhining suggested.
She felt that Shen Xingyi felt more secure with Su Jing at this moment. Considering that Shen Xingyi had not eaten for two days, even if he could not eat, he still had to eat something to replenish his body energy.
"Okay, Miss Song, please make more and we can eat together."
"OK."
…
Shen Xingyi, who had not held out much hope, stood there in a daze after reading all the evidence.
He didn't expect that the evidence was so complete. Xiao Jing was right. As long as it was published properly, he could be cleared of all charges.
But Shen Xingyi also knew how difficult it was to obtain this evidence.
They must be people who truly care about him, otherwise they would go through so much trouble to bring him these things.
Shen Xingyi raised his eyes and looked at the girl who came out with the noodle soup. His eyes became red and his heart softened. It turned out that there were still some people who trusted him and made silent efforts to help him.
At this moment, Shen Xingyi, who had been powerless in the quagmire and had given up struggling, was suddenly injected with strength.
(End of this chapter)
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