Xiao Sha Desolate

A normal room on the second floor.Apart from the necessary tables, chairs and bed cabinets, there is not a single superfluous thing.Clean and tidy like no one has ever lived here.

Zhao Cheng goes home to fetch Qian Mo's change of clothes.Originally, such a trivial matter could be done with an order, and Zhaocheng didn't need to do it himself.But no matter what, I can't stay in the hospital with peace of mind.In any case, as if she was lost, she couldn't wait to do something for Qianmo herself.As small as it is, it always brings a little peace of mind.

He forgot to care about him for too long.

There are very few times in my memory that I entered Qianmo's room. The first time I told him that this was your room, I threw a pile of bedding and sheets to him who was five years old at the time.Occasionally nitpicking about the room he had already made up in the first few years.

Am I being too harsh and you end up leaving the room in such a lifeless state?Is it because your people have gradually become indifferent and quiet, not talking about sorrows and joys?

Now I am willing to give you all my thoughtfulness and sincerity, will you still want it?

Unable to think about it any longer, Zhao Cheng hurriedly opened the closet.If he was ashamed and wronged just now, after looking through the closet, he felt unspeakably sad.

There is a whole wardrobe of clothes, but they are all serious formal clothes.Black gray, dark blue, complete sets of various suits, vests.Long-sleeved white shirt and colorful ties.For a wealthy family like them, there is a special person to prepare clothes for selection every month, Zhaocheng makes clothes by himself and sometimes helps Qianmo bring a few pieces along the way.Everyone only cared about whether Xu Qianmo was well-dressed and radiant, no one cared whether he was comfortable or not, whether he was dressed warmly.

Except for a few thin sweaters that can resist a little cold wind, there is not a single piece of clothing in the entire wardrobe that can withstand the severe cold autumn and winter in Qinggang.

There is nothing suitable for children of this age to wear, which reflects youthful vitality and can be worn to go shopping and play with friends.

The child's life has been cruelly changed. When he was young, he was dressed in suits and leather shoes, drank coffee and talked about business, and became as rigid and boring as himself.

Zhaocheng suddenly remembered something, he didn't take his clothes, he came out of Qianmo's room, and went straight out.

Driving to the bank closest to home, he confirmed his fears.The numbers on the bank cards are staggeringly large.Contact the head of the bank to call out every deposit and withdrawal of the bank card. Except for sometimes a large amount of money is swiped out at once, which obviously buys expensive things, the monthly expenditure is pitifully small.In Qinggang, a city where prices are not low, even the most basic living cannot be maintained with that little money.

Ever since Qian Mo followed him, he opened a bank card for Qian Mo and deposited a large amount of money in person every month.At the beginning, it was a few thousand per month, and then it increased more and more. When I was a teenager, it was [-] to [-] per month.Every time I punish him, I actually feel sorry for him, and then remit an extra sum of money.It seems that he can abuse wantonly if he pays a fee.What did he think of Qian Mo?Spend money to get rid of lust tools?

Year after year, he used money to wipe away all his guilt, thinking that with a large amount of money, Qian Mo could live comfortably.

Why not squander that money?I might feel better that way.Zhaocheng forgot how he told Qianmo that the money on this card could be used freely, how Qianmo reprimanded and punished him for wanton squandering and losing his mind when he swiped the card for the first time to buy expensive toys when he was very young.

Feeling so disturbed, he drove back to the hospital again, and Zhaocheng almost felt that it was incredible that he didn't crash the car.In the past two days, he was overwhelmed by too much contact and went around the hospital and home several times.It seems that when he returned to the young and naive him ten years ago, he still had a bit of sincerity, and his heart ached for his lover.

When Zhao Cheng went back, Qian Mo had already woken up.He was half lying on the pillow and reading a book.Two arms in light blue hospital gowns were exposed, quiet and beautiful.He looked completely calmed down, even a little more relaxed and cheerful.It was as if the heart-piercing struggle had never happened, as if he had just come for a routine medical checkup instead of being in pain.

When the master came to the bedside, he made a movement to get up, but after being stopped by the master, he lay back naturally without insisting.Then pretend that the master doesn't exist at all and continue to read his book.If it was before, he would definitely persevere, say hello carefully, and serve respectfully.He began to stop insisting on some things, because he no longer expected it. Anyway, the master punished him as he wanted, and it had nothing to do with his performance.It's better to anger the master, the pain just makes him more awake.

"What are you reading? Um, a novel?" Zhaocheng took the initiative to find a topic, his tone seemed to be ordinary people's concern for their children.He leaned over and looked at the cover.

"Yes, I haven't seen it before." Qian Mo replied casually.His expression was still plain and serious, no different from his expression when he read important documents and economic statements.He hadn't read any idle books, so he felt that the stories were stupid, and he didn't know that the expression should be different when reading novels.

In one sentence, how much helplessness and pain are contained.What kind of torture is it that can make the listener sting in such a calm and talkative tone.

The ward was surrounded by a kind of superficial harmony, with one person deliberately flattering the other while the other dealt with it casually, which created such a strange, false and beautiful atmosphere.

A tiny needle can be easily smashed to pieces.

Qian Mo was discharged after only staying in the hospital for a week.He doesn't have much time to waste, he doesn't have to go to school, but he has to deal with work and various affairs on the road.

Even after he was discharged from the hospital, his master forced him to recuperate at home every day, and he was not allowed to go out, and he was not allowed to do anything.He will not be let go until his body is fully recovered.The master must have put him under house arrest. The master treated him badly before, but he still trusted him. He never avoided him in confidential matters, and never interfered with his freedom and privacy.

So what is it like now? It is delicious and delicious, but the person is restricted, and he is no longer allowed to participate in any affairs.The master's explanation is that he can only believe it for the time being when he recovers from his injury.The master is so strong that he has no reason to even bother to deceive him.The master unexpectedly got better with him, although he didn't greet him warmly, with a pleasant face, at least he was not so cold at the beginning, and he was willing to explain some things to him and consider his thoughts instead of a simple and cold order.Isn't it kind of ironic after he decides to shut his eyes and give up all hope?But he couldn't believe it anymore, who knew if it was a little bit of guilt, or a sudden whim?

It was already July when he was allowed to go to school.

When he was still in the hospital, the owner came only once after he left that day, and the driver came to pick him up when he was discharged from the hospital.In fact, it is very good. In the past, no matter how serious the injury was, or how long he stayed in the hospital, the master would never ask, let alone visit him personally.Qian Mo didn't know why she was so heartbroken to death, she said she would ignore it but still think about such a trivial matter.

He didn't know the time when Zhaocheng mustered up enough courage to come to see him.I am very busy at work, and I am not too busy to spare time to see him.The workload has been increased, and some work that can be done early or late has been seriously done, and some work for subordinates has also been taken over.Only in this way can we fill the void of worry and miss, and we can convince myself that I am too busy to see you.Qian Mo hates him so much, and is so afraid of him, why would she want to see him?Every time, it is not the ease and happiness that brings him, but high pressure and injury.With him here, Qianmo will never rest well.How dare you go to see him?

Even when he mustered up his courage that time, he cautiously dared not say anything or do anything, just said hello, sat by Qianmo's bed for a while, and left.

Humble, changed him.

Zhaocheng had a talk with Ding Huoshen once.It was an afternoon, Qian Mo didn't know.

"Qian Mo's physical condition is so bad that it can't be worse. He needs to rest well, and he can no longer suffer any harm or stimulation, including physical and mental." Ding Huo sat in the office, looking directly at Zhaocheng, serious Every word is emphasized.It is absolutely impossible for Zhao Cheng not to hurt Qian Mo, the disparity in status between the two, and the fact that Qian Mo has no one to rely on is doomed to be a tragedy.As an outsider, all he can do is give a serious warning.

"I will take good care of him." Sitting opposite Ding Huo, Zhaocheng nodded slightly, equally serious.When he said this, he didn't believe it himself.From the very beginning, the only injuries he brought to Qian Mo were more and more serious one time at a time.

"I remember I told you more than once that he was malnourished, and it was getting worse. Did you feed him? He would get sick easily, and when the weather was bad and cold, he would have severe pain in his knees and bones. You Don't look at his performance as nothing, the old injury has lasted a lifetime, and it will become more and more serious in the future."

"I see." Zhaocheng said indifferently, as if he didn't care about these things.It's not that he is unintentional, it's just that even if his heart hurts for a long time, he will only appear to be indifferent.Ding Huo told him before that Qianmo was malnourished, and he really didn't take it to heart, thinking that boys of this age love beauty or love to play, and they deserve it if they don't eat well.Now that I think about it, Qian Mo should have saved even money for meals, and the workload that was often given to him made him too busy to eat.He was getting thinner and weaker day by day, but he didn't notice it.

He never knew how much pain and indelible damage that those punishments and whips can cause to people.Qianmo never showed unbearable pain in front of him, and always looked calm and painless.He also thought that the pain was only temporary, and even increased the punishment time after time.In fact, the pain is severe every day, the injury on the body has never healed, has it?Why never let me know, in your heart I am a very vicious person, right?

"Qianmo seems to be abusing morphine and smoking marijuana. He seems to be addicted... I asked him, and he said it was for pain relief." Ding Huo thought for a long time, but still told Zhaocheng.Whether as a doctor or as a friend, he must tell the truth, and he does not want any accidents to happen to Qian Mo.

"I'll stare at him to quit." It's self-inflicted.Qianmo manages a large amount of drug business, so she is not ignorant of the dangers.It was I who forced him to rely on drugs to relieve pain.It doesn't matter if he can't quit, he just wants him to live happily, and he doesn't ask for anything else.How could he bear to be hurt again.

He hardly had the courage to face him anymore.

"To be honest, I really don't know what you think. If you treat him like that and let him manage the company, don't you worry?" After a long silence, he sighed.If you don't treat him well and let him know everything, are you really so overconfident that he won't betray you?

Zhaocheng didn't respond, but gave Ding Huo a cold look, opened the door and left.

If Qian Mo wants his life, give it to him.

What he owed him was no longer something he could afford with one life.