Wet puppy, do you really hate me that much?
I can't think about it anymore.
Cheng Sizhou entered the shower room, and the cold water poured over his head, forcing him to sober up a little.
After returning from Jiqing, he first checked in with Zhou Han on the clues, then canceled the lease, moved, spent a week settling down, and then returned to Dengbo to work.
Only at the Lantern Festival Museum could he get in touch with members of the former archaeological team.
Only at Dengbo can we identify the real culprit behind the scenes more quickly.
But Yu Ming was always worried, because his junior brother's attitude was written all over his face. Since he joined the unit, he was a straightforward person who didn't know how to be tactful.
Cheng Sizhou had to assure him that he would never act rashly before making complete preparations.
The Liao Dynasty tri-color terracotta horseback rider statue that the two interns were working on was almost finished, and they were waiting for him to come back to inspect the results.
Cheng Sizhou squatted on the ground, looking at every detail, and didn't hear what the two young men behind him were talking about.
They gathered together and whispered to each other, saying that this horse servant was so strange, with two men riding on the same tall horse, and their movements seemed very ambiguous.
Cultural relics? There are many strange and inexplicable things, but...
The two of them stared at Cheng Sizhou's back and smiled mischievously. They heard that Teacher Cheng liked men. No wonder he didn't react much when he saw the porcelain figurine. Maybe he was used to the ambiguity between men.
But they were wrong. Cheng Sizhou didn't react much because their skills needed to be improved. It was just that he was on secondment, so it was difficult to criticize him directly, so they simply didn't criticize him.
Having said that, since the interns all know that he likes men, the whole company should know it.
No wonder when he went to the cafeteria to eat, he accidentally sat next to a male colleague. The male colleague immediately stood up as if he was stung by a scorpion, and moved away with his plate.
Of course, Sister Yang wasn't idle either. She said that she went blind last year, which is why she wanted to introduce a classmate's daughter to Cheng Sizhou as a girlfriend. Isn't that harmful? The others chimed in, "Yeah, yeah, how could such a handsome guy be gay? It's disgusting just thinking about it."
In order to block out these sounds, he would rather lock himself in the restoration room and stay there for a whole day, sometimes even forgetting to eat.
Everything was good when he was alone, except for one thing: those terracotta warriors seemed to be saying to him, "I really want to sing."
Cheng Sizhou knocked on the table to express his objection: "No singing, it's too noisy."
Then he cleaned the cabinet and found that the box of broken porcelain pieces was missing. He asked the intern and learned that Director Wu had come to see it before and said that it was not appropriate to keep the things there all the time. They should be put into the warehouse and moved to Shujiashan together.
Cheng Sizhou asked again, when will we move?
The intern said, probably around September.
The box of broken porcelain pieces was the most direct physical evidence. He and Yu Ming both inferred that there were sacrificial utensils mixed in it that were looted from the ancient tomb in Beiling Village.
At this juncture, if the real murderer does not know that the secret of the broken porcelain pieces has been cracked, he will definitely try to destroy the broken porcelain pieces; once the real murderer knows it, the person he wants to destroy will be the one who knows the secret.
This is what Wen Duo meant. If we continue to investigate, we may pay with our lives.
The museum director Zhang Hongliang has always been concerned about his situation and would come to check on him whenever he had time. Sometimes he would see him distractedly mixing paint, not even reacting when the paint spilled; sometimes he would see him talking to vases or teacups, and anyone who saw him would be frightened by his expression.
"I originally wanted to train him well and have him take over his master's teachings...Alas!" Director Zhang was heartbroken.
"Don't you think he's a genius? I think these young people, once they're praised too highly, become psychologically fragile. When they encounter difficulties, they become overwhelmed and unable to cope. How can this be tolerated?" Director Wu brought out his "fatherly" remarks. "It seems they still need to learn some setbacks."
"Forget it, cut the crap." Director Zhang waved his hand and said as he walked out, "Tell security about his situation first. Also, the Cultural Heritage Center has access to cultural relics, so it's not appropriate for him to stay here. Find a vacancy somewhere else and transfer him."
Director Wu suddenly had an idea: "The new building will be moved there in September. Can we arrange for him to work in the printing room?"
Director Zhang paused for a second, then smiled, pressing his cheekbones together. "You're amazing! It's the printing office again."
With the plan to transfer his position, Cheng Sizhou was naturally marginalized. He was not busy at work, his parents didn't care about him, and he only had to see his master once a week. He finally had plenty of personal time, so he signed up for a class and started exercising.
Compared to his colleagues, the personal trainers at the gym were particularly friendly. Even though they knew he was gay, they just smiled and asked him what type he liked, and enthusiastically offered to introduce him to a boyfriend.
"You are in different circles, so there is no need to force yourself to fit in. Ignore those old-fashioned people and come play with us, okay." The coach coaxed him casually, and then added a half-hour set of stair climbing for him.
Through the huge glass curtain wall, Wen Zichuan had been squatting in the tea shop opposite the gym for two days.
In theory, artists also need to manage their body shape, and the company will not have any objection if he wants to sign up for fitness classes.
He was just afraid that if he also came here to sign up for classes, Cheng Sizhou would feel uncomfortable. What if Cheng Sizhou was unhappy and refused to come again? Wouldn't that delay his recovery?
Wen Zichuan was so clumsy that he couldn't think of a solution for a moment. It seemed that after being tough that day, he had used up all his accumulated courage.
While I was distracted, the fitness class across the street ended and a group of people walked out laughing and joking, including Cheng Sizhou.
As soon as they walked out of the door, they could see the tea shop across the street through the glass. Wen Zichuan was in no hurry to dodge and hit the glass with a "bang". He held his breath and squatted behind the solid wall, hearing the sound of the collision stirring a distant echo in the quiet mall at night.
Fortunately, the peeper was not exposed, and the laughter and footsteps gradually faded away.
Cheng Sizhou stopped in front of the glass wall for a few seconds. Although he didn't see anything, he just had a feeling that some idiot was still unwilling to give up and was still paying attention to his every move in various strange ways.
Yes, he was reluctant to do so, but he could no longer give him hope. Hesitation would only lead to big mistakes and make everyone suffer in this life.
The shopping mall where the gym was located was not far from his newly rented house. After he returned home and took a shower, a loud thunder suddenly flashed outside the window.
The midsummer rain is like a giant beast, sucking up water vapor and then spewing it all out. Its angry roar and howl cleanse the filth of the world, and wash away the pain of being squeezed from all exposed objects.
“Boom—”
Cheng Sizhou was afraid of noise, but the thunder probably didn't want to let him go. It kept coming one after another, like exploding on the top of his head, making it impossible for him to concentrate no matter what he was doing.
"Knock, knock." He didn't hear the first knock on the door.
After the thunder rolled over again and there was a slight gap, the knock on the door sounded again.
"Who?" Cheng Sizhou suspected that he was hallucinating. He had indeed been hearing some strange things recently.
There should be no one outside the door. Apart from the sounds of thunder and rain, it was even quieter than the terracotta warriors in their restoration room.
The weather was so bad that Cheng Sizhou felt inexplicably nervous. He turned on the light in the entrance hall, approached the door, and slowly pushed it open a crack.
A seaweed-like man stood outside the door, soaked in the dark rainy night.
The man held onto the door frame, unable to utter a complete sentence: "I, I, huh... huh... can, can go in, go..."
This situation scared Cheng Sizhou so much that his pupils widened. Not only did this man get caught in the rain, he was also stressed!
No one could afford the consequences of leaving it alone, so he made up his mind and pulled the man in. There happened to be a kettle of boiled water on the table, so without thinking, he bent the man's shoulders and fed him the water.
“Boom—”
The thunder was even more terrifying than before. The room was like a silent movie. No one spoke. Cheng Sizhou pursed his lips and frowned. Wen Zichuan was speechless. He looked at him while panting and laughing uncontrollably.
"Why are you getting wet in the rain?" Cheng Sizhou was a little angry. Even though they broke up, he couldn't let himself be so humiliated.
"I don't want to...all the doors outside are closed..." Wen Zichuan pouted in grievance.
"Why don't you take a taxi?" Cheng Sizhou felt that he did it on purpose.
Wen Zichuan reached into his pocket and fumbled for a long time before pulling out the same phone as theirs: "I called. There are more than a hundred people in front of me, waiting in line... I..."
His movements could not keep up with the speed of his response. In such an urgent situation, he needed to find someone who could help him, but apart from coming here to find Brother Zhou, he had no one else to look for.
Cheng Sizhou just hugged him and his whole arm was wet. Judging from his appearance, he must have been soaked.
Wen Zichuan noticed his thoughts and quickly stood up from the sofa. He found water stains on the cloth and quickly squatted down to wipe them. As a result, his hands were also wet. The more he wiped, the more water stains appeared: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."
Anyone with a conscience would not drive him back into the rain like this.
Cheng Sizhou went into the room and took out a set of clean clothes: "Change into them."
Wen Zichuan rubbed his hands and shook them dry before taking the clothes: "Thank you."
The scene at this moment was extremely similar to the previous one, so similar that it made him feel dazed for a moment, wondering if he had briefly traveled through time and space again and returned to the time when they lived together on the willow bank.
The breath that had been racing in his chest finally calmed down, and he began to unbutton his shirt.
Cheng Sizhou couldn't bear to watch this, he turned around immediately: "I'm going back to my room..."
"Go back to your room and read for a while so as not to disturb me?" Wen Zichuan interrupted him, "Cheng Sizhou, do you really hate me that much?"
Cheng Sizhou had his back to him, and now it was his turn to have difficulty breathing. The flashing lightning and the heavy rain seemed to be torturing his heart. Did he really not want to stay with Wen Zichuan?
His nails dug deep into his flesh, and he didn't dare to extend any thoughts to touch the answer in his heart.
He stood there for a long time when he suddenly heard a "bang" behind him. He turned around and saw Wen Zichuan lying straight on the floor, unconscious.
Fever, high fever, the thermometer showed it was almost 40℃.
The sound of raindrops hitting the glass window matched Cheng Sizhou's boiling mood.
He gave Wen Zichuan antipyretics and kept using alcohol and cold towels to cool him down. As Zichuan said, there were no taxis available at the moment, and the move made the hospital much farther away. He couldn't carry the patient on his back, and the strong wind and rain outside would only make his condition worse.
Just when he was at a loss for what to do, he suddenly remembered that when he went back to Yangliu'an last week to cancel his lease, he found that the street behind the community was also going to be demolished and all the shops on the street had to be relocated, including the small clinic.
Dr. Mo, who had treated his neck and hip, was packing up at the time and greeted him when he saw him.
I don't know where Dr. Mo found out that his parents were also medical staff, so he was very enthusiastic and even handed him a business card.
Not caring about anything else, Cheng Sizhou found the business card and made a call.
"Don't be anxious, don't be anxious, please speak slowly, what are the patient's symptoms?" Doctor Mo is usually a bit talkative, but at critical moments, his patience and attitude are surprisingly good.
Cheng Sizhou took out all his medical knowledge and described it to him in detail.
Mo Ming sighed, worthy of being the son of a doctor. "Judging from his symptoms, he probably caught a cold in the rain. So, give me an address and I'll go right over. If we've tried everything else and it doesn't work, we can take him to the hospital together."
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