Chapter 183 "I miss Mom and Dad."
He Xile clapped his hands in admiration for His Majesty's brilliant idea and coldly denied it, "Of course not." He whispered, "If I had known you had this plan today, I would have come out later."
After saying this, He Xile's ears turned a little red.
This sounded like an open invitation to Wen Jiyou.
Wen Jiyu let out a "tsk" sound.
He looked away and his ears turned red.
Both of them were inexplicably shy, and no one spoke along the way, but the breeze conveyed their affection.
As soon as he entered the room, He Xile hesitated and was about to find a topic when he heard a "click". Wen Jiyu locked the door. The next second, His Majesty strode up to He Xile and hugged him.
His ruby-like eyes were unusually gentle. He lowered his head and kissed He Xile lightly.
The two of them didn't know how many times they had kissed.
He Xile was familiar with the situation and raised his hands to hug His Majesty's neck.
Hai Xinna is really tall.
Every time at this time, He Xile always felt that the other person's mouth could be filled with just a tongue.
If it were something else...
Stop.
He Xile, why is your mind full of yellow garbage?
Is this what a man is?
Soon, a big hand reached in along the hem of the clothes.
The slightly rough fingertips climbed up along the slender waist, pressed hard against it, and then began to play with it. He Xile suddenly felt strange. His body trembled, his face flushed, and his eyes were moist as he looked at His Majesty.
The black lines on Wen Jiyu's face slowly turned into scales.
"Winter is coming." Wen Jiyu suddenly said this without any context.
He Xile: "Hmm? Well, winter."
He blinked.
Indeed, winter is coming.
This can be seen from the name of the "Snow Watching Festival".
However, after His Majesty mentioned this, He Xile remembered what he had been confused about before.
Haixinna is a vast interstellar nation encompassing numerous planets. Most cities have distinct seasons. For example, during summer, the Obsidian Planet where He Xile was abducted is in late winter. Therefore, for the sake of unity, Haixinna celebrates several major festivals, in addition to the unique festivals of each planet.
But the imperial capital is a place where it is spring all year round.
Here, you can't see winter unless you log in to the star network - it's already late autumn in the capital, and winter is about to come, but let alone snow, the temperature hasn't dropped much. You only need to wear a sweater on the days when it rains.
So, why does the "Wangxue" Festival exist?
Wen Jiyu's fingers fiddled with He Xile's spot intermittently. A strange feeling spread throughout his body, pulling He Xile's thoughts back. He realized it belatedly and took two steps back, holding his chest to avoid His Majesty's hand, muttering, "Why are you playing with this? Don't you have it yourself?"
Wen Ji was stunned.
He chuckled, "Yours is more fun."
He Xile: “…”
Ah this.
Aren’t they all the same?
He Xile couldn't help but think, what's the point of touching me all the time? If you have the ability, let's fight with bayonets together.
But in the end he didn't have the courage to say it.
Wen Jiyu had a lot to deal with that afternoon. Guards and a group of ministers and nobles he had never met before came in and out, almost without a break. He Xile said nothing, but sat quietly on the sofa, logged into the Star Network, and enjoyed the Wangxue Festival while livestreaming.
After finishing a project, He Xile went to the snack street to distribute candied haws.
He looked at the people on the barrage, joking around, and suddenly remembered what His Majesty had said earlier: "By the way, does anyone know what special meaning winter has for His Majesty?"
"winter?"
"As far as I can remember, nothing major happens in winter. Even the Zerg go dormant during the winter."
"Then no? After all, it's winter in Haixinna's capital."
He Xile thought so too.
Perhaps Your Majesty was just speaking casually at the time?
He Xile thought absentmindedly, scrolling through the comments, but didn't find the answer he was looking for. Finally, he decided to wait for a chance to ask His Majesty in person. He distributed all the remaining candied haws in his hand and went to training.
Halfway through the training, the terminal suddenly rang.
He Xile opened it and found a message from Teacher Sang Qian: "Sir, could you please log off? I have something important to tell you."
Important matter?
"The teacher is looking for me, I'll log off first." He Xile didn't delay at all and turned off the live broadcast directly.
As soon as he returned to the real world, he saw that besides His Majesty, there were several more people in the room, gathered together, filling the small space in front of the sofa. Leading the group was Teacher Sang Qian, who looked anxious. Seeing He Xile log off the Star Network, he subconsciously wanted to take a step forward, but stopped just in time.
As for the others, two of them were teachers in the laboratory, and there were three others outside. They were unfamiliar faces who had never seen him before. They all looked at He Xile with eager eyes.
He Xile stood up and asked in confusion, "Teacher, what's wrong?"
"...I've come here to ask you and Your Majesty for a favor." Sang Qian spoke a little faster than before. He glanced at the soft chair where His Majesty sat and explained, "I told you earlier that the conditions of the patients coming for this experiment were all very serious. We originally thought that the conditions would improve somewhat after the experiment began, but unexpectedly, one of them... suddenly took a turn for the worse this afternoon."
"He's very emotionally unstable right now. Only by staying by your side can he calm down and feel less miserable," Teacher Sang Qian said awkwardly. "So, if possible, could you let him stay near you for the time being? We can move him out when he's feeling better."
Mental disorder is extremely harmful to the people of Haixinna. If left unchecked, he might soon...
Thinking of this, Sang Qian's face looked a little haggard.
He Xile glanced at all the people who were waiting for his reply.
One of the old women opened her mouth as if she wanted to say something, but in the end she didn't.
He Xile guessed that these three people should be the patient's family members.
He asked, "Where is the patient?"
"This way." Teacher Sang Qian raised his hand.
The people around him immediately made way for him, and one of the family members said, "I'm sorry, sir, he can't maintain his human form now."
As he spoke, He Xile spotted a fawn sprawled on a soft carpet, unable to even stand, seemingly near death. The fawn was draped in a velvet blanket, its almond-shaped eyes misty as it gazed at He Xile with a pitiful expression. However, the fawn only exchanged glances with He Xile before quickly looking away, perhaps out of embarrassment or something else entirely.
He Xile remembered the little deer.
There were only twenty patients in total who came for the experiment this time, and they were all various small animals, so He Xile certainly remembered them more clearly.
——Xiaolu is a shy person, and He Xile has rarely spoken to him except during experiments.
He is similar to Yan Xiao. When he has nothing to do on weekdays, he prefers to stay in the corner of the laboratory. However, Yan Xiao does not integrate with others because he is surrounded by detention center staff and does not want to cause trouble. This little deer simply does not like to talk much.
Is his condition so bad?
No wonder he always looks listless.
He Xile squatted down and reached out to gently touch the deer's head.
The fawn's ears twitched immediately.
So cute!
He Xile's eyes curved, and he turned to look at His Majesty: "Can I..."
Wen Jiyu frowned, as if he already knew what He Xile was going to say.
He interrupted, "Yes, during the day, but not at night."
Are you kidding? He's supposed to sleep in his bedroom at night, hugging and kissing He Xile. What would it be like if a stranger was watching him?! Just thinking about it makes my head hurt!!!
He will definitely not agree!!!
"Thank you, thank you. This is very good." A woman's nose was sore, knowing that His Majesty He Xile agreed. She immediately bowed back and forth to His Majesty He Xile and Teacher Sang Qian, her head almost touching her knees.
Her behavior was like a switch, and the other two patients' families also immediately began to express their gratitude.
"Mr. He Xile, thank you so much."
"Thank you, sir. Thank you."
The young woman couldn't help herself and took He Xile's hand, holding it tightly.
They are Xiaolu's parents and wife respectively.
Xiaolu suffered a sudden mental breakdown at work 23 years after he became an adult. He was completely unable to control his body, as if he were undergoing an inhuman torture, with blood pouring out of all his orifices and his head about to explode, yet he couldn't die.
They tried all the treatments, but nothing could stop the death from approaching.
The family savings were still quickly spent, and they sold the house, but it only delayed the disease and increased survival time. Later, when it reached the late stage, Xiaolu decided to be discharged from the hospital and stay at home waiting to die.
This period of time was even more depressing and painful than the previous treatment in the hospital.
——Not only for the patients, but also for their families.
Every morning, Xiaolu's wife woke up to the sound of her husband's painful groans. She felt distressed but was helpless. She could only hug her husband in vain, tears falling one by one, and her eyes never went down.
The clock and calendar in the room no longer simply record information, but instead serve as a tool to calculate the days until her husband leaves.
Life is depressing and hopeless.
The three relatives of the little deer could only huddle together for warmth every day so as not to fall into despair before the little deer.
Until one day, they saw the link sent by Teacher Sang Qian.
——It is He Xile’s live broadcast room.
At first they couldn't believe it. Could a serious illness like mental disorder be cured by watching live broadcasts?
After clicking on it, they were stunned to see the positive effect that simply listening to human conversation had on the fawn's mental state. Every day, they watched He Xile's videos and livestreams, and saw his mood improve. Even in the mornings, he was no longer the perpetually miserable fawn. They cried and laughed, like a blind man finally seeing light in an endlessly dark road.
The whole family is revitalized because of this.
Everything is getting better.
Even more fortunately, they had recently received a message from the laboratory inviting them to the Imperial Capital for treatment. Even after this sudden deterioration, His Excellency He Xile was willing to help, and even His Majesty was willing to let a stranger stay by his side.
It's like a dream.
Have a beautiful dream that they never want to wake up from.
"Sir He Xile, I'm sorry. I can't speak well and I don't know how to thank you, Sir..." The elderly man burst into tears and knelt down!
He Xile was startled and quickly reached out to help: "It's nothing... Let's see how he is doing by my side first."
However, he was not strong enough and couldn't help the person up.
It was the guards beside him who helped.
Xiaolu's wife choked up and said, "No matter what the outcome is, we are very grateful that you are willing to help."
He Xile's eyes were also a little red.
He lowered his eyes and stroked the deer's head from time to time with his hand.
After all, this was a palace, and His Majesty was present. No one dared to stay any longer. After giving Xiaolu a few words of advice, they left. The room fell silent, and He Xile whispered, "Can you get up?"
Xiaolu nodded, and with the help of He Xile, he staggered to his feet and followed He Xile to the sofa.
He Xile patted his hand and said, "Just sit here."
For the rest of the afternoon, the deer stayed by He Xile's side the entire time. He Xile deliberately moved closer to the deer to create physical contact between them - judging from the experimental results, such behavior would be better for the patient.
night.
After dinner, the little deer slept in the living room.
The bedroom door was closed. After taking a shower, He Xile looked at Wen Jiyu who was sitting on the bed. He walked over, pouted, threw himself into the latter's arms, clasped his hands together, and hugged Wen Jiyu tightly.
Wen Ji was stunned.
He reached out and touched He Xile's head: "What's wrong?"
He Xile: “…”
He Xile was silent for a while. He rubbed his face against Wen Jiyu's chest, closed his eyes, and whispered, "I miss my mom and dad."
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