Chapter 7: Ringing the Bell "This feels good"
Chapter seven
Chen Qiudu listened to Uncle Liang's words and went upstairs to look around.
After listening to Uncle Liang's words, Shen Qiudu's mind seemed to freeze. He began to doubt the conclusion he had made. The sour emotion made his steps slow down.
At that time, the warmth from Wen Jiangchu's scalding tears seemed to still linger on the back of Shen Qiudu's hand. He trembled and tightened his grip silently.
Finally, Shen Qiudu stopped at the deepest part of the corridor, where there was only one room.
After opening the door, darkness enveloped my eyes and I couldn't see anything.
Chen Qiudu could only vaguely see into the house in the dim light of the corridor.
Judging from the furnishings, it should be an abandoned study.
The surroundings were empty and quiet. Chen Qiudu couldn't help but walk in, closed the door and turned on the light.
The moment the lights came on, Shen Qiudu was shocked by the completely exposed scene in the house.
It was a mess at first glance.
Books collected from who knows where were thrown casually on the floor, messy white papers covered the entire desk, and you could even clearly see the dust on them.
Looking away, I saw several large rolls of paper towels piled on the left side of the desk.
But why are there tissues in the study?
Shen Qiudu fumbled around, his eyes falling on a glass display case on one side, which was filled with trophies and certificates. He looked closer and saw only one name on it: Wen Jiangchu.
If Shen Qiudu guessed correctly, this should be Wen Jiang's study room during his junior high and high school years. It was just that for some reason it had been neglected in the villa.
Chen Qiudu finally reached the desk. Even the slightest movement stirred up a cloud of gray mist, causing him to step back several steps. He frowned and patted the air.
The top of the desk was covered with blank papers without any words on them, as if someone was deliberately trying to hide something.
Chen Qiudu pushed aside the white paper, and the first thing that caught his eye was Wen Jiangchu's ABO differentiation identity information test report when he was 14 years old.
The boy in the photo column has gentle eyes and eyebrows, and his tender cheeks can't hide his emotions. The white shirt fits his skin tightly, giving people the feeling that it is like the scattered light of sunlight shining on the lake in spring.
Chen Qiudu could fully imagine that Wen Jiangchu in his youth was probably the gentle and caring senior in a fairy tale, riding a bicycle in the spring, with red ears, placing the breakfast he bought early in the morning on the desk of the person he liked, or in the humid and hot summer, under the squeaking fan, carefully lifting the loose hair of the person he secretly loved and pinching it behind his ears.
In short, it must be beautiful and amazing.
Name: Wen Jiangchu
ABO differentiation type: S-level Alpha
Pheromone: Dianthus superbus
Dianthus superbus?
Chen Qiudu frowned and stared at the word for a long time, but still had no impression or understanding. This pheromone was a bit too niche.
There are several pages after the differentiation report, which generally introduce the characteristics and precautions of personal pheromones.
In today's world, Alpha's pheromones not only use smell to influence other Alphas or Omegas, but can even have a certain impact on their own mood swings and habits, especially pheromones of flowers, fruits and plants.
For example, if it is a peach blossom pheromone, the susceptible period will frequently open during the peach blossom season, and there will be a strong urge to fall in love. Therefore, the success rate of permanent marking is usually greatly improved during this period.
Chen Qiudu casually flipped over a page. After all, he was a little curious about "Qu Mai".
"Dianthus fasciata is a perennial herbaceous plant of the genus Dianthus in the family Caryophyllaceae. It is widely distributed in China, Japan and other places and is often used in traditional Chinese medicine and for ornamental purposes."
"The pheromone smell mainly comes from the flowers of the Dianthus superbus, which have a grassy scent with a hint of sweetness. The flowers are light in color, so people who have this kind of pheromone give people a sense of stability on the surface."
"However, the withering process of the pheromone is often artistically transformed into an emotional catharsis. This shows that the private emotions of these pheromones are easily disturbed by the outside world. They have strong empathy and are easily moved to tears. Whether it is words or actions, as long as they touch on the contradictions deep in their hearts, they will be touched and feel a strong sense of contrast."
"Note: This pheromone user should stay away from animals and visit the psychotherapy room regularly for counseling to reduce the risk of depression."
"If you experience strong emotional fluctuations, you may suffer from 'uncontrollable tears.' Doctors recommend that if you experience frequent uncontrolled tears, such as tears while walking, working, or chatting, physical therapy is necessary."
"In this case, you can look for Omegas that use flower and fruit pheromones based on your own situation. If you can permanently mark a flower and fruit Omega that has experienced the same situation and can empathize with you, the treatment effect can be significantly improved, but it will also cause greater harm to the Omega."
Chen Qiudu's heart skipped a beat, his throat dry and unable to utter a single word. Uncle Liang's words seemed like a vast mist, burying the truth bit by bit, revealing only his weakest spots.
He was very nervous, as if something connected everything.
Therefore, the books here were all turned over when Wen Jiangchu fell ill, and the large roll of tissues was also prepared to prevent Wen Jiangchu from crying unconsciously.
He cried when they first met because the word "orphan" touched upon his current situation, forcing him to shed tears.
Chen Qiudu didn't know how he got back to the room. He was completely dazed. His hands, which were so thin that the bones were protruding, tried to climb the white wall, walking bit by bit like a wandering soul.
Until he kicked over the trash can that he had never paid attention to.
The fragments were scattered all over the ground. They must have been torn up and thrown away when the temperature dropped today.
He bent down to pick it up, and suddenly his pupils were pricked by the familiar black characters. Even though it was torn into pieces, Chen Qiudu was still particularly sensitive to the scattered handwriting when it was pieced together.
Because that's his name.
Doubts emerged from the bottom of my heart, slowly swelling into clouds from the accumulated rain and piling up in my chest.
Shen Qiudu quickly collected the scraps of paper and brought them back to his room, then locked the door and began to carefully piece them together on the table.
When the last corner was successfully completed, the huge panic made Chen Qiudu's back feel cold and sweaty.
This is indeed the ABO differentiation identity information test report of Shen Qiudu when he was 14 years old.
Name: Chen Qiudu
ABO differentiation type: B-grade Omega
Pheromone: Trumpet Creeper
At the beginning, it was a normal information background. Chen Qiudu also learned from Xu Zhouye that Wen Jiangchu knew everything about him.
But what alarmed him most were the two lines of red words in the blank space:
“Pheromone basically meets the requirements”
“Can be a therapeutic carrier”
Therapeutic vector...
Chen Qiudu immediately recalled what he had just seen in the study. In an instant, all the details and clues corresponded one by one and formed a dead circle.
Therefore, Wen Jiangchu tried his best to be nice to him, let him let down his guard, and said those touching words. Even Uncle Liang would bring up Wen Jiangchu's past to cooperate with him, trying to use the trick of self-torture to make him soften his heart. In the end, he was just like those people who trafficked Omegas and was doing it for his own selfish desires!
She said she wouldn't covet his body, wouldn't sell him, and would always take care of him—
These words were not lies, but his purpose was not for Chen Qiudu, but for his own illness!
In the end, his body is almost gone, how could I still be greedy for his body?!
Chen Qiudu placed his fingertips on the last sentence and pressed hard, leaving obvious fingerprints on the paper.
It seemed that his self-doubt and even that hint of guilt just now were a joke.
I was still worried about him, afraid of misunderstanding him. But he had already secretly used me as a vessel to recover his body!
Shen Qiudu's breathing became heavier, his body trembled uncontrollably, and his consciousness became blurred again due to emotional excitement.
He angrily picked up the pieces and threw them back into the trash can. Finally, he couldn't hold on and fell onto the bed. The cold quilt burned his heart.
Chen Qiudu tried hard to control his emotions and not let himself fall into a coma again and fall into the protection mechanism. He tried to think about how to escape from here, but his brain was overwhelmed by wave after wave of suffering and he couldn't breathe.
He completely relaxed and lay on his side on the bed, curled up and hugged himself tightly, resting his chin on his bent knees, tears silently sliding through his eyes and soaking the sheets.
The bitter laugh was particularly harsh in the silent room.
There really was a moment when Chen Qiudu believed Wen Jiangchu's words, thinking that he was different from those people. Although he would not love him as much as his mother did, at least... at least he would not hurt him.
Wen Jiangchu's eyes were sincere and passionate, seemingly only accommodating him. But it turned out that he wasn't looking at the complete person that was Chen Qiudu.
Now, all the false illusions of warmth turned into bubbles in an instant. It turned out that he had been trapped in lies and even tried to immerse himself in them.
Fate once again proved what Shen Qiudu had said: he was not one of those favored by fate. Every time when everything was about to get back on track, there would always be a sudden tsunami that washed away everything he cherished.
Of course Shen Qiudu knew the reason.
He doesn't deserve it.
Don't deserve this.
When his mother cut his glands with her own hands, he was no longer a complete person.
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Shen Qiudu stayed alone in the house late into the night, his eyes hollow and his body weak. Fortunately, he had previously doubted Wen Jiangchu's intentions, so his emotions didn't fluctuate enough to trigger a protective mechanism.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, and Wen Jiangchu's slightly tired voice rang out: "Qiu Du, are you asleep?"
Wen Jiangchu must have just finished his official duties and went straight to Chen Qiudu's house as soon as he got home.
Are you really afraid that he, the carrier, will escape?
There was no sound from inside the house, so I turned the doorknob but it wouldn't turn.
Chen Qiudu closed his eyes and didn't want to care. He had locked the door anyway.
After a while, he heard the sound of the key turning in the door.
He stood up in shock and looked back, and saw Wen Jiangchu holding a key in one hand and a porcelain bowl of boiled medicine in the other.
"Qiu Du, did I wake you up? I'm so sorry."
"But this is the time the doctor told you to take your medicine. You can't delay it."
So you're in a hurry to go home just to give Chen Qiudu medicine?
Chen Qiudu sneered in his heart.
I'm really afraid that his life as a carrier might be in danger.
Wen Jiangchu sat down next to Chen Qiudu and held the nauseating medicinal soup in his palm. "Qiudu, you're not fully recovered yet. I'll feed you, okay?"
Chen Qiudu turned his face away, trying to use silence to cold-bloodedly attack Wen Jiangchu, so that he would give up, but Wen Jiangchu seemed to have misunderstood.
Seeing Shen Qiudu's eyes fall on the porcelain bowl he was holding, he laughed and said, "Qiudu, don't worry about me getting burned. Although this porcelain bowl is a collection from the Ming Dynasty, I specially ordered someone to add a process inside to properly isolate some heat, so you won't get burned."
"I don't."
Chen Qiudu didn't understand how Wen Jiangchu came up with this idea, but he still stiffened his body and responded stubbornly.
He doesn't want to say another word to Wen Jiangchu now!
"Okay, no, no, if Qiu Du says no, then no."
Wen Jiangchu chuckled, seemingly mistaking his stubbornness for shyness.
"Then let's take the medicine, okay?"
After he finished speaking, Wen Jiangchu scooped up a spoonful of medicine soup, placed it at his lips and blew it to cool it before handing it over.
"I said I don't want it!"
"Wen Jiangchu, I don't need your fake kindness! I don't want this broken bowl either!"
Chen Qiudu pushed Wen Jiangchu away with all his strength, and the medicinal soup and the precious bowl fell to the floor and shattered into pieces.
For a moment, the room was so quiet that only the strong and bitter smell of the medicine filled the air.
Due to excessive force, Chen Qiudu's body lost its strength and fell down in an instant, and Wen Jiangchu held his shoulders in time.
"Autumn Crossing..."
Chen Qiudu quickly broke free from Wen Jiangchu's embrace, burrowing into the quilt like a snail, curling up into a ball. Only when he felt the weight of the bed lighten did he slowly reveal one ear.
Judging from the sound, Wen Jiangchu should have picked up the fragments and thrown them into the trash can. After wiping up the medicine soup, he left the house in silence.
Chen Qiudu slowly lay down, his eyes fixed on the dark ceiling.
After doing all this, he did not feel the satisfaction of revenge, but felt depressed, but he did not understand what this feeling was.
Was it regret or was it because this little hurt was not enough for him?
This silent chaos gripped every inch of his body.
He thought that maybe he was afraid, afraid of angering Wen Jiangchu, afraid that he would tear off his hypocritical face and abandon himself in the dusty study to fend for himself and become his carrier.
Until the darkness was swallowed by light again, Wen Jiangchu appeared again against the light.
Chen Qiudu never thought that Wen Jiangchu would come back again.
Are they really here to take him away?
Wen Jiangchu still smiled gently at Chen Qiudu, holding the bowl of medicine in his hand again.
But the porcelain bowl was replaced.
"Qiu Du, I'm sorry. The bowl is indeed tattered and ugly. I was inconsiderate."
"But you see, this time I got a better one, from the Tang Dynasty, and it feels better!"
"...?"
So he said so many bad things just now, but Wen Jiangchu only heard the two words "broken bowl"?
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