Difficult to heal

When Xiu Qinjiang woke up from a coma, he opened his eyes and found that he had returned to the bedroom full of physical disgust.

He sat up in shock and wanted to get out of bed, but his legs and feet felt weak.

It is estimated that those people used drugs on him to pass out for so long.

Leaning on the wall, he walked out of the room step by step. Unexpectedly, there was no servant guarding him, and Xiu Qinjiang went downstairs.

Du Wei sat alone in the living room, the villa was very quiet and empty, no one else was there, and the door was tightly locked.

When she saw him, Du Wei smiled kindly: "Xiaoqin, you're awake, are you hungry?"

Xiu Qinjiang didn't respond, he approached the door, trying to open it.

Du Wei said behind her back: "Xiaoqin, what do you think this is?"

The other party's tone was weird, and Xiu Qinjiang turned his head involuntarily, and caught a glimpse of the watch in her hand.

He rushed over: "Give it back to me!"

However, with this pounce, Du Wei didn't even touch her hand, and Xiu Qinjiang was pinned to the ground by the ghostly bodyguards in the corner.

The body is already weak, so I can't resist at all.

Du Wei squatted in front of him slowly, and said softly, "Is that all you want to see him?"

"Go away!" Chu Qinjiang struggled with all his strength, "Give me back the watch! Give me back!"

Du Wei snorted coldly, and threw the watch into the grinder mercilessly in front of him.

In an instant, not even the scum was left.

"Du Wei—!" Xuan Qinjiang roared in dismay, "I'll kill you! I'm going to kill you!"

Du Wei stared at him with cold eyes: "I will let you die without seeing the Lu family."

"Lock him up!"

As soon as the order was issued, the bodyguards, like an emotionless machine, roughly picked him up and dragged him into the basement of the villa.

The basement is very small, very dark, without a single window, and surrounded by cold iron walls.

Xiu Qinjiang was tied to the bed with only one plank left.

Du Wei stood by the bed, bent down, and lovingly touched his face: "Xiaoqin, you have been formed into a bad habit by the Lu family. Mom will help you get rid of it."

"Homosexuality is a disease and a pervert. You are the best child of your mother. You cannot become a pervert."

Xiu Qinjiang's eyes gouged her with hatred, and he opened his mouth to bite.

Du Wei withdrew her hand and giggled. The laughter in the basement was extremely gloomy and piercing.

She walked out without hesitating, and the heavy iron door was closed and locked with a snap.

In the narrow and dark space, a dead silence returned.

In the evening, when the servant came to deliver the meal, the bodyguard replaced the rope with an iron chain, and put the hoop around Hu Qinjiang's neck. The other end of the iron chain was locked in front of the bed, so that he had a certain space for movement.

Like a watchdog.

As soon as the people left, Xu Qinjiang immediately got out of bed and ate.

He has no time to fight against his emotions, he must regain his strength as soon as possible to find a way to escape, and he must not just be locked up here.

Zhong Wanya came home from school, and when she heard that her brother was back, she excitedly ran to the room to look for him, but found nothing.

Du Wei said: "My brother is sick and is being treated. It will take a while to see him."

Zhong Wanyan said yes, but she was not stupid, she saw that the servants would go to the basement to deliver meals every day.

I followed it secretly once, but I didn't get close, but I heard the faint sound of iron chains coming from inside.

It wasn't until Mrs. Jones went to deliver the meal that day, and Zhong Wanyan said a lot of good things, that she was able to quietly stand in the distance and take a look.

Xiu Qinjiang sat quietly in the dark, eating with his rice.

It was too dark to see his shape and expression.

One night, while everyone was asleep, Zhong Wanya ran to the basement again, and whispered through the crack of the door: "Brother, brother, I'm Wanni—"

The iron chain moved, and Xu Qinjiang wanted to leave the bed, but he could only move less than half a meter.

He didn't dare to make too much noise, because he was afraid that she wouldn't be able to hear him: "Wan? You came alone?"

"I came here secretly," Zhong Wanya said, "Brother, I will rescue you."

"You don't have a key." Su Qinjiang said.

"I know where the key is, brother wait for me!"

After Zhong Wanyan finished speaking, she ran away, and came back not long after, and actually got the key.

It's a pity that when the door was half opened, Du Wei appeared.

Du Wei's eyes fell on Zhong Wanya who was trembling with fright, and she lightly ordered: "Take Miss back to the room."

The key fell to the ground, and Zhong Wanyan was carried away by the servant.

From that day on, apart from going to school, Zhong Wanyan's activities were limited to the garden and the room, and she could no longer go near the basement.

However, the three meals of Xiu Qinjiang became one meal.

Without enough to eat, he gradually began to lose his strength.

If occasionally Du Wei is in a bad mood and there is no meal at home, there will be no meal.

Xiu Qinjiang couldn't do anything, he could only lie on the bed with only one plank left all day long.

The surroundings were as quiet as death, the only color he could see was black, and the only sound he could hear was his own breathing.

I can barely hear my heartbeat.

He couldn't tell the difference between day and night, it was dark when he closed his eyes and opened his eyes, and he didn't know how much time had passed.

There is no difference between a minute and a second and 24 hours.

Sometimes it is too boring and difficult, and Xiu Qinjiang will talk to himself.

He wasn't talking to himself, he was talking to Lu Shu in his memory, Shen Han and Lu Mingheng, and occasionally looking for Tang Xingchen.

But Xiu Qinjiang was too thirsty, had no water or food, and his throat hurt even when he was struggling to speak.

He could only close his eyes and talk in his head.

Usually only his own voice is in his head, and those "people" ignore him.

But gradually, as time passed day by day, maybe God thought he was too boring, and the voice in his head would start to respond to him.

Sometimes it's Lu Shu, sometimes it's Shen Han, Lu Mingheng, and Pan Mian pops out from time to time.

Most of them are Lu Shu.

Chu Qinjiang was very happy, because they would talk to him without him having to think about it.

Imagination takes physical strength, and his physical strength is running out.

As the number of conversations increases, those "people" become more alive.

Once he was eating, and suddenly something next to him touched him.

Xuan Qinjiang turned his head and saw Lu Shu.

Lu Shu asked him, "What's for dinner today?"

Xuan Qinjiang forked a piece of potato and fed it to him: "Taste it, I will leave it to you if it tastes good."

Lu Shu bit his mouth and shook his head: "I don't like it, you can eat it."

Xuan Qinjiang nodded and ate slowly by himself.

Lu Shu asked him again, "Why are you here?"

Xiu Qinjiang said: "I was locked up, but it doesn't matter, I can run out soon."

At first, Lu Shu would only show up during meals, asking him what he was eating and why he was here.

Every time Xiu Qinjiang answered the same thing - he was locked up.

Later, Lu Shu appeared more and more frequently. When he opened his eyes, the other party would say good morning to him, and when he closed his eyes, he would say good night to him, and even often slept with him by his side.

Xiu Qinjiang hugged him sideways, sleeping peacefully.

Lu Shu began to ask again: "Why are you here?"

Just as Xiu Qinjiang was about to answer, the words stopped on his lips.

...why is he here.

Can't seem to remember.

He couldn't remember why he was here.

After thinking for a long time, Xu Qinjiang finally found the correct answer.

"I've been here," Chu Qinjiang said, "from birth."

Unexpectedly, Lu Shu asked: "You have been here all the time, so who am I?"

"You are Lu Shu."

The "person" in his arms disappeared suddenly, and Xiu Qinjiang sat up in panic.

The rest of the voice echoed in his ears: "I am not Lu Shu, you have been here all the time, there is no Lu Shu here."

Xuan Qinjiang's eyes were dull, and he was in a daze for an unknown period of time.

Suddenly, he hugged his head and screamed in despair.

The iron chain vibrated endlessly at the head of the bed, and the dark and narrow space echoed heavily, as if imprisoned, trying to hold him down in this no-man's land.

it's fake... it's true... it's fake...

Xuan Qinjiang grabbed his hair in pain, stumbled and ran out of bed, but was pulled back by the iron chain.

He slammed his fist on the board, screaming and crying.

Without Lu Shu, without Shen Han and Lu Mingheng, there is nothing.

He's always been here, born in the basement, raised in the dark, and everything from beginning to end is his own imagination.

It's all fake.

Xiu Qinjiang knocked his forehead against the corner of the bed several times in a row, and accidentally touched a bent iron nail, and blood flowed down his cheek.

He suddenly woke up a little bit, and pulled out the nail with his bare hands without hesitation.

The iron nails full of rust were inserted into the wooden board, and a part of the wooden board was rotten, and he pulled it out after it became loose.

Xiu Qinjiang retreated into the wall at the foot of the bed, the surrounding area was too dark, he hated all black.

The hem of the clothes was lifted, but Xu Qinjiang didn't realize that he was abnormally thin, his abdomen was flat, and his ribs were protruding.

He only knew that the blood could wake him up.

With an iron nail down, Xiu Qinjiang slashed open his stomach forcefully, and blood flowed profusely from his abdomen.

Lu Shu came back to him again.

Xiu Qinjiang laughed foolishly, muttering in his mouth: "You can't go, you can't go, you are Lu Shu, you can't go..."

In the next second, the iron nail was aimed at his thigh again.

Ever since he heard the screams coming from the basement, Zhong Wanyan wanted to open the door anxiously.

It happened that the servant was about to deliver food, so she ran to the basement despite all obstacles, never running so fast before.

The door opened, and Chu Qinjiang was lying on the ground, dying, with blood all around him.

After more than a month, he has lost weight, his eye sockets are deeply sunken, his eyes are out of focus, and his face is gray and pale.

The whole person is almost only a skeleton, wrapped in dirty and torn clothes, dying.

Xuan Qinjiang took a long look here, his eyes were full of emptiness.

Zhong Wannian screamed.

The servant forcefully took her away, threw her lunch in, and locked her again.

The gate of the villa suddenly opened, and Zhong Wenzhu came back on a rare occasion.

Zhong Wanya became furious, bit her teeth hard on the servant's hand, struggled to break free, and threw herself in front of Zhong Wenzhu who had just got off the car.

She knelt on the ground, hugged his thigh and cried, "Brother, save my brother! Save him!!"

Zhong Wen frowned and pulled her up: "Don't cry, talk about what you have to say."

Zhong Wanya was sobbing non-stop, unable to speak properly, she could only drag him to the basement.

She pointed to the basement door: "My brother...is,inside..."

The servant next to her looked embarrassed and wanted to stop her: "Miss..."

"Open the door." Zhong Wen ordered.

"But ma'am—"

"I said open the door!"

Zhong Wenzhu's face darkened: "If someone dies, are you planning to pay for it yourself?"

Zhong Wenzhu was very talkative at home, the servant didn't dare to antagonize him too much, so he opened the door in desperation.

As soon as the door opened, the smell of blood and decadence spread over the face.

Zhong Wenzhu's expression was terribly ugly, and he ordered the driver: "Call an ambulance."

Zhong Wanyan ran in, but didn't dare to touch Xu Qinjiang, trembling all over, calling him one after another: "Brother, brother..."

Xiu Qinjiang lost consciousness and did not move.

When the ambulance arrived, Du Wei also came back.

A domineering face: "Where are you going to take my son?"

"Your son?" Zhong Wenzhu watched Xiu Qinjiang being carried into the ambulance, and said sarcastically, "I thought it was a picked up dog."

Zhong Yuanshan hasn't been back for a long time, Du Wei didn't bother to put on a show, and sneered, "What's none of your business?"

"Let me remind you," Zhong Wenzhu didn't look at her directly, "I'm not interested in doing anything you do, but this is the Zhong family's territory, if you want to go crazy here, I can get you out of England at any time."

After speaking, he got in the car and left.

The ambulance also roared out of the villa.

Du Wei glanced coldly at Zhong Wanyan next to her, then turned and walked into the house.

The situation of Xiu Qinjiang was not optimistic. After being sent to the hospital, although his life was saved, he suffered from serious psychological and spiritual problems.

The doctor issued a medical certificate and diagnosed schizophrenia, depression and claustrophobia.

Accompanied by very severe auditory hallucinations, hallucinations and suicidal self-harm tendencies.

Ordinary hospitals couldn't treat him, so Zhong Wenzhu transferred him to a private mental hospital.

During the first period of time, Xiu Qinjiang's consciousness fell into deep confusion and madness.

One second when he saw himself eating dessert with Lu Shu, he would laugh happily, and the next second when Lu Shu disappeared and he returned to the basement, he would break down and scream and want to kill himself.

He can't distinguish between reality and memories at all. The life he has experienced in the past is like a frame of virtual pictures, which are nothing but fantasies created by himself in order to survive.

To be on the safe side, doctors had to use a straitjacket and sedatives to keep him asleep for most of the day.

However, due to years of treatment for anxiety disorders and taking medicine, Xu Qinjiang's body has become immune to some medicines, and the effect of using them is minimal.

Even the hospital once thought that the patient might not be able to be cured.

He is still so young, only.

If the family members are willing to spend money, they will spend the rest of their lives in bondage clothing, locked up in a mental hospital until they die.

Xu Qinjiang's condition was getting worse day by day, Zhong Wanyu begged Du Wei for many days, begging her to allow him to see his brother, just one time.

Later, Zhong Yuanshan came home again, and Zhong Wanyu begged him to stay at home for two more days, Du Wei finally let go.

When seeing Xiu Qinjiang, the other party was still too thin to be human.

He couldn't eat normally every day, and could only rely on nutritional injections to maintain his life. He lay weak on the bed, and he didn't even have the strength to harm himself.

Zhong Wanya burst into tears, held his hand, and stuffed a photo in: "Brother, look at him...don't you remember him?"

With difficulty, Xiu Qinjiang raised his hand, glanced at it with difficulty, and then lowered it again.

"It's fake," he said.

"No, it's not fake," Zhong Wanyu said desperately, "It's real! This is a photo! Take a look again, brother, take a look again."

She held the photo up to his eyes and asked him to look at it again.

Xuan Qinjiang was in a trance, and in the blur, he saw a small road.

A road that really existed.

He stared at it for a long time, until his eyes were sore and dry.

Suddenly, there was a sob and cry.

Like a child, Chu Qinjiang curled up, holding the photo into his heart.

Crying and shouting in the faintest voice: "yan..."

......

Since that day, the condition of Xu Qinjiang has gradually improved.

He tried his best to eat and treat, even if he vomited after eating, he still persisted.

The whole person is haggard and haggard, so tall that he is so thin that he doesn't even weigh ninety catties.

The treatment process was unimaginably painful, and almost no one came to see him. Zhong Wanya was only allowed to come once every two months, with only doctors, nurses and cold equipment around him.

Relying on the only surviving photo, Xiu Qinjiang lived alone for two years.

Two years later, his illness recovered, and he never showed any intention of running away, so he got the chance to apply for a university.

It was at that time that he began to contact Zhong Wenzhu secretly, and used his own means to win the other party's favor.

While handling things for Zhong Wenzhu, he also took care of his studies, and by the way, he had to deal with Du Wei's obstruction from time to time.

After nearly five or six years of planning and planning, Xiu Qinjiang gradually emptied Du Wei, and cooperated with Zhong Wen to clean up the gang of ambitious people in the Zhong family.

Do everything possible to suppress Zhong Yuanshan and fight for power in the hands of the two of them.

During this period, no one knows how many difficulties and dangers he has experienced, perhaps even Xiu Qinjiang himself has forgotten.

His only purpose is to go back in an open and undamaged way.

He has a person who must be seen, a person whose name has been read countless times in more than 3000 days and nights with black eyes.

......

Zhong Wanyan cried the whole time and finished the matter.

She covered her face with her hands and twitched intermittently: "My brother... used all his efforts to see you..."

Lu Shu didn't make a sound, he felt as if his breathing was being held back, he couldn't breathe, and he couldn't say a word.

A rusty blunt knife was stabbed in the heart, cutting it back and forth, it couldn't fall off, but it hurt so badly.

During the years when he was looking for Xiu Qinjiang in the vast sea of ​​people, Xiu Qinjiang did not teach at home at all.

He was sick and unable to move an inch.

And I just missed this point in time.

Lu Shu got up slowly, couldn't stand still, and sat back down again.

Tears fell out of his eyes one by one.

It hurts too much, from head to toe like rusted gears, every part is making an unpleasant sour sound.

It took Lu Shu a long time to stand up again, walking almost staggeringly towards the ward.

A big man over 1.8 meters, just a few hours, seems to be crushed like that.

Xiu Qinjiang in the ward showed signs of waking up.

Lu Shu didn't want the other party to see him like this, and was afraid that he would notice something, so he only glanced at the bedside and hurried into the bathroom.

The phone was accidentally dropped on the bed, Xiu Qinjiang slowly opened his eyes, and picked up Lu Shu's phone.

I don't know when my fingerprint was recorded by the other party, the screen was unlocked, and it stayed on the WeChat interface.

There were several chat boxes on the top, which he struggled to identify.

One of the notes is grandparents.

Xiu Qinjiang clicked in, and there was only one voice, 60 seconds.

The old man probably just learned how to use WeChat not long ago, and he is not proficient. It took him a long time to make a sound. He even thought he was on the phone, and the first sentence at the beginning was "Hello".

Grandma said, "Hello? Qin Jiang, where have you been? You don't come back to see grandpa and grandma. Grandpa and grandma miss you."

"Yanyan said that you can hear this speech, so grandma will use this to talk to you."

"Qin Jiang, how are you doing outside? Have you had enough to eat? Winter is coming, you need to wear more clothes, grandma has made a lot of your favorite food, and you can eat it whenever you want to go home .”

"I just miss you so much and want to see you soon. If you can't come back outside, can you call grandma?"

Grandma muttered a few words, and then Grandpa's voice sounded.

"Qin Jiang, no matter where you are, you have to take care of yourself—"

"You must be healthy and healthy, and go home healthy and healthy."