I'll listen to your arrangements and treat me however you want...
After that day of getting along, Wen Zichuan's "pursuit" became bolder.
For example, he would order a bouquet of flowers every two or three days to be delivered to the Lantern Festival. The deliveryman couldn't get in, and Cheng Sizhou, not wanting to bother others, had no choice but to walk through the crowd, carrying a bouquet of fragrant flowers.
For example, at the end of the working day, a very cool red sports car would occasionally be parked outside the employee passage of Dengbo, with the windows covered with one-way transparent film, but someone witnessed Cheng Sizhou opening the back door and sitting in very naturally.
"Hey, hey, hey, is that guy being kept by a rich woman?"
"Why a rich woman? Have you forgotten? He likes men!"
"I heard he has a mental problem. He keeps mumbling to himself all day long, talking to the porcelain figurines."
"Is this true? He's good-looking, but he's mentally ill... How could a rich man be interested in someone like that?"
"Oh my! How disgusting! He usually looks like a decent person, but I didn't expect his private life to be so indecent!"
"Isn't it said that a good teacher produces a good student? Look at Mr. Jiang, he has completely lost face!"
After returning to work, Cheng Sizhou has tried his best to "marginalize" himself, not taking the initiative to show himself, not participating in the competition, and if it is not necessary, he can not talk to anyone for a whole day, but these noisy sounds like the buzzing of mosquitoes and flies will still get into his ears.
"I haven't assigned any work to you, right? Do you want me to ask you all to go back to your workstations one by one?" A man suddenly walked out from the shadow under the sloping eaves. His voice was calm and his anger was not obvious, but his pressure made everyone bow their heads and scatter like birds and beasts.
Cheng Sizhou turned around and happened to see this scene, and found it a bit funny.
In this workplace where personal connections are paramount, some individuals have long honed their skill at flattering the powerful and bullying the weak. They criticize those below them and mock those of equal rank, yet never dare to target those above them. Such despicable human nature is complacently packaged as "high emotional intelligence" and "good judgment," consistently used as a textbook example to tame those who follow its lead in order to survive.
Seeing him stunned, Zhang Hongliang walked over and changed his tone to a gentle and concerned one: "If you're not feeling well, please take a leave and rest. I'll talk to your director."
Hearing that he was willing to let him take a leave to rest, Cheng Sizhou knew that his recent half-hearted pretending to be mentally ill should have worked.
Thinking back to when Yu Minggang resigned, he couldn't wait to promote himself to deputy director, and wished he could keep himself under his nose to prevent his fellow apprentices from joining forces and finding out anything else.
But half a year later, Yu Ming retired and became mentally ill, which probably made Director Zhang think that no one would take over from Mr. Jiang to continue the investigation, so he could rest assured.
"Director Zhang, do you recognize this?" Cheng Sizhou took out a metal piece with "DES" printed on it from his pocket. It was a replica he made and was about 70% accurate.
Zhang Hongliang remained calm as he picked it up and looked at it. "I've never seen it before. It looks like modern craftsmanship. Is it some kind of trademark?"
"I remember when I was little, I went treasure hunting on the beach. I found a bunch of weird things and insisted that Master put them together." Cheng Sizhou took the metal pieces back, wiped them with the hem of his shirt, and put them back in his pocket. "Although Master scolded me for not doing my job properly, he stayed up all night and built a unique toy for me."
"Your master lost his daughter at a young age, and later devoted his whole heart to you. We, your peers, saw it all."
"He was my master and my father, a man who had been vigorous and energetic for most of his life, and now he lies in a hospital bed, awaiting death...! He dedicated over twenty years to the preservation of cultural relics for the country and the National Museum of Lights. Why did he have to suffer this fate?!"
"Calm down." Zhang Hongliang stared at the alien outline visible from his pocket, choosing his words carefully. "Although your master can no longer make toys for you, you are his most proud disciple. He has always been proud of you. You should have no regrets in this life."
Hearing this, Cheng Sizhou suddenly laughed, his features distorted, almost hysterical. "I'm his most proud disciple? Am I?!"
Being labeled as a man with a male orientation and mentally ill, what future does he have?!
Anyone who sees him now will sigh, "The higher a genius is praised, the harder he will fall." Even if his master is lucky enough to wake up, he will only think that he has brought disgrace to the family.
Cheng Sizhou didn't know how long he had been there, so long that Zhang Hongliang had already left with a sigh. The cheerful radio music gurgled in his ears, and the crowd of people leaving get off work almost swallowed him up.
Relying on muscle memory, he stumbled out from the employee passage. On the noisy street, the red sports car was still eye-catching.
Wen Zichuan and Wei Xiaoming had a business event nearby, which ended just in time for Dengbo to get off work.
"I'm really worried that Brother Zhou will get used to riding in your car. I'll have to buy him an identical one in the future." Wen Zichuan glanced out the window and didn't see Cheng Sizhou, so he made a joke.
"Hurry up and get a driver's license. You can drive any car. Teacher Cheng will also have options." Wei Xiaoming put his hands on the steering wheel and raised his eyebrows at the person in the passenger seat.
Wei Jing was not at Dengyuan these days and no one was bothering him, so Wei Xiaoming's life became much more comfortable.
Take the rush hour for example, there are so many people coming and going. They don't even bring any bodyguards with them, yet they drive such a cool sports car to the downtown area. If President Wei knew about this, he would be so furious.
"Thank you very much, Xiaoming. I owe you a favor and I will definitely repay you in the future." Wen Zichuan said.
"Don't say that. I really treat you as a friend. Thank you so much, it's too distant." Wei Xiaoming liked to assist the two of them. They were of similar age and had similar interests. They were a perfect match and a great match. But why did he meet an "old man" who was a generation older than him, who was meddling in everything every day and was so annoying.
As they were talking, Cheng Sizhou came out. He opened the door and sat in the back seat, then lowered his head and remained silent.
Wen Zichuan immediately realized that something was wrong with him: "Xiaoming, please take us back."
Wei Xiaoming exclaimed, "Ah!" "Didn't we agree to go out for dinner tonight..."
Wen Zichuan put his hand on his right shoulder and pressed it: "I changed my mind. Let's go home and send him off first."
Wei Xiaoming was about to turn around when Cheng Sizhou suddenly said, "I'm not going home. I can go anywhere."
"Is it okay...?" Wei Xiaoming glanced at the back seat and asked Wen Zichuan with his eyes.
"Let's listen to him." Wen Zichuan hesitated for a moment and agreed.
They made an appointment today to take Cheng Sizhou to a local restaurant. Many people from Dengyuan said that the restaurant tasted like the food their mothers cooked when they were young.
Wei Xiaoming came here simply to eat. As soon as the dishes were served, he would order more rice. He quickly filled himself up, stuffed a room card into Wen Zichuan's hand, and rode away.
Cheng Sizhou still didn't move his chopsticks much. The negative psychological and physiological conditions had killed his appetite. He just wanted to stay in an unfamiliar place and temporarily escape from the pain of confronting the real murderer.
He couldn't imagine that if none of this had happened, he would have greatly respected that elder, deeply grateful for his appreciation and cultivation. Two years from now, when he retired, he could still drink tea and go fishing with his master, enjoying his retirement in peace and contentment while reminiscing about their youthful struggles together.
It seems like a beautiful dream, but it is just a set of dominoes. If one domino is pushed down, the whole formation will collapse uncontrollably.
Cheng Sizhou's plan of "using himself as bait" has already begun, but he didn't expect that at this first step, his psychological defenses would be broken down by the man's ruthlessness and superb acting skills.
Zhang Hongliang remained calm and played along, which was almost a silent provocation. He was shrewd and seemed to have made full preparations. Even if Cheng Sizhou could find some clues, it would be impossible for him to be brought down easily.
"Brother Zhou." Wen Zichuan moved over and shook his hand. He saw his frustration and guessed that things might not be going smoothly.
But Zhou Han also said that the real murderer had been able to conceal the truth for more than 20 years, so he must have done it perfectly.
What's more, Cheng Sizhou was young and naive, like a blank sheet of paper in front of them. If he wanted to turn the tables, it would be like using the small to fight the big and the weak to fight the strong. How could it be that easy?
Wen Zichuan hooked his fingers, feeling that he couldn't let him go on like this. Brother Zhou was very strict with himself and blamed himself for everything. Day after day, his psychological burden was too heavy. Depression, schizophrenia, these kinds of diseases specifically picked on kind-hearted people, and whoever was the most moral was the most dangerous.
"Brother Zhou, if you don't intend to reject me directly, then how about you just listen to my arrangements tonight?"
Cheng Sizhou looked at him, opened his mouth, but said nothing.
He was confused and couldn't tell whether this sentence was a request for more or a plea for more.
Regardless of whether it was a request or a plea, he no longer needed to take the initiative to advance or retreat. He was too tired and no longer had the energy to take the initiative.
Wen Zichuan grabbed his wrist and took him out of the private room to pay the bill. He then continued to hold him and followed the instructions on the room card to walk to the room that had been booked in advance.
After entering the room, he didn't even insert the room card. In the darkness, Wen Zichuan pressed Cheng Sizhou's hands, pushed him against the door, and leaned over to kiss him.
"Brother Zhou, you have agreed, so you are not allowed to run away, and you are not allowed to regret it."
Wen Zichuan "forcefully" pushed Cheng Sizhou into the bathroom and refused his request to take a shower by himself. After taking off his clothes, he was shocked to find that he had countless strange scars on his body.
In addition to the scratches on his arm that he had made himself, there were also some scratches, pinch marks, and bruises caused by bumps and bumps.
After all, he has no control over when the disease will occur and what kind of physical symptoms will appear when the disease occurs. There are always times when he cannot allow himself to sink and he needs to stay awake.
Without waiting for Wen Zichuan to ask, Cheng Sizhou grabbed a towel, covered himself, and took the initiative to explain: "It's nothing... I'm working out, so it's inevitable that I'll be careless..."
Wen Zichuan's eyes were red. He knew that Cheng Sizhou had a scar-prone constitution. He had bitten him once before, and the tooth mark was still there after several months.
He saw what it was like for Cheng Sizhou to hurt himself, but what made him even more sad now was that even at this point, he still had to lie, and the purpose of lying was just to prevent himself from worrying.
Wen Zichuan heated up the water and was about to take his towel away, but Cheng Sizhou insisted: "It's ugly, don't look at it."
"He's ugly, but I never dislike him, my man."
“…”
Wen Zichuan asked him to sit on a small stool, raised the shower head, and slowly washed his body. If he came across a scar, he would leave a light kiss there.
While taking a shower, he kissed him all over his body.
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