Chapter 97
The man who inexplicably cared about him, his behavior, expression and tone did not leave any trace in Qu Xing's heart.
In reality, nothing could leave a mark on his mind right now. Ling Yin was right; he truly couldn't leave him now. While he appeared cheerful and at ease, he was actually feeling incredibly miserable, unable to focus on the present moment. Everything else was difficult to consider, and his reactions were always slow.
The base wasn't actually empty, but it felt empty. Daily rehabilitation sessions were tedious, and his hands ached, each ache a reminder of the knife's slash, of how Qu Hongfei had twisted his way into his consciousness, shredding his memories. Meng Hui was always worried about him, wanting him to return so she could take care of him. But Qu Xing found excuses to refuse, but he didn't say it. Just like he'd unconsciously avoided contact with them before, he didn't feel the same way now. Chen Qi explained that it was because these people were part of his inseparable memories with his grandmother, part of the trauma.
He didn't actually livestream from morning till night every day; he would just text Ling Yin to check in on his status. He would then video chat with her when she was free. But livestreaming was fun, too. Netizens were always chatty and enthusiastic, always making all sorts of bizarre comments.
Qu Xing was sitting in Ling Yin's position at this time, controlling the mouse with his left hand, and reading the League of Legends story with netizens out of boredom.
Qu Xing: "What is the Order of the Kinkou... It's a group that strives to maintain the balance of Ionia and harmonize the spiritual and material worlds. They're almost failing."
[What's about to end! The Order of the Balance rises! ]
"Okay, okay." Qu Xing said casually: "Rise."
I can't stand it anymore. Daisy is perfect to be my husband.
"What husband?" Qu Xing was still holding a grudge. "Set this word as a blocked word from now on."
As soon as he finished speaking, a message from Ling Yin popped up on his phone.
Captain Beauty—Why?
Qu Xing froze.
——Aren’t you going to interview me?
Captain Beauty——Waiting
Captain Beauty——Why do we need to set blocked words?
Captain Beauty——Did it piss you off?
Qu Xing: “…”
After a while, Ling Yin probably found the slice.
Captain Beauty——Oh~~
Qu Xing: “…”
The internet is annoying.
He typed angrily
--forget
--【Smile】
Captain Beauty——Oh
——Go and do your interview!
Captain Beauty——I went
Captain Beauty——[Let’s Go]
After Qu Xing finished sending the message, he figured it was time to pack up and head to the hospital. He looked up at the camera and waved, "Bye, see you tomorrow."
What will Wing broadcast tomorrow?
No, no, no, no.
"Is it just a short while? I want to hear more stories."
"We'll talk about it when we have a chance," Qu Xing smiled and leaned closer, "Tomorrow is the OB match, DL vs. PLFE."
After saying that, Qu Xing turned off the live broadcast.
"Aren't you going to eat?"
There was a sound outside the training room door.
Qu Xing turned around and saw the man who had tried to confiscate his skateboard that day. He was looking at him with his arms folded and his chin raised, repeating, "Eat."
"You guys eat." Qu Xing retracted his gaze and turned off the computer by clicking the mouse: "I had breakfast late."
"You want someone to cook for you alone after mealtime?" Yue Peng said.
“…”
Qu Xing kicked his feet and turned to look at him, asking doubtfully, "What are you in charge of in our base?"
Yue Peng's face was grim: "What do you think it is of any use to me? I am only responsible for taking care of you!" He still said the word "take care of" in a vicious tone, sounding like a mockery.
"Thank you for taking care of me!" Qu Xing stood up and walked out of the training room. Yue Peng stood in the doorway without a glance. Qu Xing turned sideways and slid past him nimbly. "I really don't want to eat. Bye."
Yue Peng: "Where are you going?"
"Go to the hospital." Qu Xing said.
Yue Peng: "Eat your meal."
Why is this person so weird?
Qu Xing was too lazy to pay attention to him and calmly looked away.
Yue Peng's expression suddenly changed, his eyes filled with disgust. However, Qu Xing didn't even look at him, but turned around, got on his skateboard and left.
Qu Xing quickly put Yue Peng out of his mind. He grabbed his things and went to the hospital. After a long and boring rehabilitation session, he went back to Chen Qi's place for a second round of psychological rehabilitation.
"Are you here?" Chen Qi was still waiting for him at his original position.
Qu Xing went over and sat down.
"How was today?" Chen Qi asked.
"I don't know." Qu Xing habitually picked up the rabbit and held it in his arms: "It feels weird."
Chen Qi: "What's so strange about that?"
"That's it..." Qu Xing suddenly noticed a new painting on the wall. He paused.
Chen Qi: "What?"
“…”
Qu Xing stared at the painting for a long while, but his gaze was not on the painting itself, but on a line of poetry written beside it: Pairs of white butterflies dance across the threshold, curtains roll up in the evening sky, drizzling with rain.
His mind went blank for a moment before he suddenly looked back and said in a hollow voice, "I always want to sleep."
"It's not that I'm sleepy, it's a feeling..." Qu Xing looked at the painting again uncontrollably: "My mission in life is to sleep."
Chen Qi followed his gaze.
"What are you looking at?" Chen Qi asked.
"Just take a look." Qu Xing withdrew his gaze.
"Have you contacted your boyfriend recently?" Chen Qi asked.
Qu Xing: "Yes, we contact each other every day."
“How did it feel when we made contact?”
Qu Xing: "Very happy."
"Yeah." Chen Qi nodded as if relieved: "Then what do you do when you are not in touch?"
"I hang out at the base, chat with netizens, and play games with my left hand," Qu Xing said. "Most of my time is spent on rehabilitation."
"No matter what I do, I always feel bored and want to sleep." Qu Xing paused, glanced at the painting again, and added the last half of the sentence: "And I always feel like I don't need to wake up."
Chen Qi quickly frowned and looked at the young man who said this.
His eyes were still bright, without a trace of decadence in them. Chen Qi hadn't seen any suicidal thoughts in him for such a long time.
But even if he didn't want to die, he was still in some kind of danger because of this dissociation from reality. He urgently needed an anchor to bring him back to reality.
Chen Qixian chose the painting as an anchor point and asked softly, "Which painting are you looking at?"
Qu Xing looked at it again without saying anything.
Chen Qi looked at him carefully. "What attracted you to it? Can you tell me?"
When he asked, Qu Xing's eyes became blank. He didn't know why he kept wanting to look at it.
He stared at the two lines of words for a long time. The more he looked, the wider his eyes became, and his pupils trembled, a little like fear, but more like confusion.
Chen Qi sensed something was wrong and tried to change the subject, but then he heard Qu Xing say, "Sparse rain."
Why are they two specific words?
Obviously something was amiss. Chen Qi tried to divert his attention from the two words and asked, "What else is on that painting?"
Qu Xing briefly shifted his gaze away, glanced at the two little butterflies, and then unconsciously slid his eyes towards the words.
Chen Qi sighed. He stood up, took down the painting, and closed it. He met Qu Xing's blank gaze and said, "Let's do something else."
"Hmm." Qu Xing lowered his eyes, but he didn't understand what Chen Qi was saying at all. His mind was in chaos again, as if something buried deep in his heart was piercing through his numerous memories, causing his head to ache.
Chen Qi discovered that Qu Xing's fingertips were trembling slightly.
He observed Qu Xing's condition and gently pushed the water cup over to him, not wanting to disturb him too much. He tried to gently divert his attention: "Drink some water?"
Qu Xing heard him talking and raised his trembling eyes to look at Chen Qi.
No response.
"Qu Xing." Chen Qi called.
Qu Xing's eyelashes trembled slightly, but he still didn't say anything and let out a quick breath.
“…”
Chen Qi waved his hand and swept the building blocks on the coffee table to the ground, making a startling rustling sound.
Qu Xing then shook himself lightly and looked at the scattered building blocks on the ground.
Chen Qi stood up and said, "Can you help me pick it up and put it back together?"
Qu Xing: “Yeah.”
Chen Qi looked at Qu Xing's fingertips, which couldn't even keep steady when picking up building blocks, and sighed inwardly.
It seems that there will be no progress today.
Chen Qi played with him while they chatted about random things. The entire two-hour consultation was spent trying to calm him down.
I don’t know what the secret is to the two words “sparse rain”, but it would be best if he forgot them again.
It was already late when Qu Xing returned home. Yue Peng was about to leave work when he saw Qu Xing coming in from the gate, his face pale, and walked straight past him.
Qu Xing went to the bathroom to vomit.
He hadn't eaten anything, so he couldn't vomit anything, but he vomited violently, as if he was going to throw up all his internal organs. The more he vomited, the paler his face became.
When he finally recovered and leaned against the sink to catch his breath, a hand handed him a piece of paper.
Qu Xing glanced at it, took it, and looked at the person who handed him the paper.
Yue Peng looked Qu Xing up and down.
Only those few people knew that Qu Xing had psychological problems. Yue Peng thought he vomited because he was too willful. He said sarcastically, "You must be hungry after not eating. Is it necessary to make yourself like this?"
Qu Xing had just finished vomiting, and his head was still buzzing. He didn't bother to explain what he said. He just smiled weakly and wiped his mouth with a tissue. He lowered his eyes and relaxed for a moment.
He stood up and found Yue Peng still looking at him at the door.
Qu Xing glanced at him and said in a hoarse voice, "I'm fine."
whispering sound!
Yue Peng rolled his eyes and turned to walk away. He wanted to discourage him from always thinking others should care about him, so he said briefly and maliciously, "I'm not really concerned about you."
Qu Xing: “…”
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