He's super cute

"Today's incident was an accident. He is a distant cousin who lives in my house. He has been a little stimulated recently..." Cheng Yu frowned slightly, and smiled helplessly, "There is nothing wrong with his mental state."

"Please don't hurt him, he didn't mean to."

Young people are neither humble nor overbearing in the face of media flashlights and reporters, they are gentle and composed, and they are always considerate of others.

[Woooooo Cheng Yu is so gentle. 】

[Send to a mental hospital if you are sick, and don’t harm others...]

[I feel sorry for Cheng Yu, a good award presentation was messed up...]

[Jade God also attaches great importance to this award, it's a pity. 】

【But there is no need for that person to pretend to be a claimant, after all, the real master is there, wait for the reversal...】

[Why can't a mental illness come out? 】

[He looks like a human being, but his brain is a problem, he is blind for nothing...]

[He seems to look a bit like Jade God, hey, maybe it's plastic surgery on purpose, I'm terrified when I think about it. 】

【Did no one really notice that Mr. Jiang seems to care about this person? 】

"Mr. Jiang is out!"

The reporters noticed the young man in Jiang Yan's arms. The tall and thin young man was in a daze, his eyes were dull, and his beautiful face was covered by a black mask.

They swarmed around the two of them.

"Is that really your painting?"

"Do you have the results of the mental appraisal?"

"What's your relationship with Mr. Jiang?"

The media reporters didn't dare to face Jiang Yan directly, so they pointed their finger at the soft persimmon, and the problems became more acute.

"Are you really Cheng Yu's cousin?"

"Or do you have an ulterior relationship with Mr. Jiang?"

The reporter was aggressive, and the camera was almost on his face. Yu Xiaoque had never seen such a battle before, sobbing, she stepped back in small steps, trying to shrink into the man's arms.

In the arms of the father of the child in his womb.

But only touch you to a piece of air.

He turned around suddenly, only to realize that there was no one behind him.

Not far away, Jiang Yan had already walked up to Cheng Yu and comforted him with a smile. The two seemed to be whispering something, and they were very affectionate.

Yu Xiaoque stared blankly at them, being shoved left and right by the reporters.

Little Canary's back was thin and emaciated, like a helpless grass that was bullied by others, and the well-prepared suit was dirty, and he suddenly felt a cramping pain in his abdomen.

He was like a ridiculous clown, standing in the center and being scolded and ridiculed.

Yu Xiaoque clutched his stomach, bent his back slightly, and listened to the media's sharp questions. His eyes gradually blurred, and the figures intertwined. His eyes were straight, like clay sculptures and wood carvings. Standing in the cold wind, he seemed to have lost his soul.

"Why didn't you answer, were you threatened by someone?"

The reporters were afraid that the world would not be chaotic, and seeing Yu Xiaoque's lack of reaction, they intensified their efforts to tear off his mask.

"Ah—" Yu Xiaoque suddenly screamed, pushed the male reporter away, and knocked the camera to the ground.

The cold wind made his long hair disheveled, the scream was not harsh enough, but it was full of heart-piercing, it seemed to be a tactful sorrow that came straight from the depths of his heart, and then slowly fell down.

It was almost too low, but I did feel that something was vibrating in the air, stirring the air, and suddenly the air was full of despair.

It was silent for a second, and soon it became noisy again.

"What a lunatic..."

"Psycho, this is a psycho..."

"It really deserves it."

Yu Xiaoque slowly squatted on the ground, covered her ears tightly, her heart seemed to be shivering with cold.

"I, I'm not crazy...I'm not mentally ill..."

His thin body curled up on the ground, his face was pale and frightened, his lips trembled, and he muttered over and over again.

Like an exquisite porcelain doll, a crack slowly shattered from the middle, and the little figure hidden inside grinned and wept.

But no one cares.

......Yu Xiaoque seemed to wake up from a faint, and her heart began to tremble continuously, as if her limbs were numb due to curling up, and when she straightened her blood vessels, she felt a tingling pain.

He leaned against the head of the bed, the sky was dim, and the fluorescent light from the TV fell slightly on his face.

Thick clouds swept across to cover the moonlight, and piled up thicker and thicker, covering the little light in my heart little by little.

"Why don't you turn on the light?" Jiang Yan pushed open the door with a chill in his body.

"According to the reporter from this city, this gentleman is not in good spirits, so he mistook the painting..." The TV screen changed to Yu Xiaoque hesitating and retreating, her beautiful eyes were red, and she suddenly went crazy , knocked over the reporter's video camera.

It does look like a psychopath who behaves strangely.

Some people even made the scene of him falling in embarrassment into a ghost video, and the barrage densely mocked him wantonly.

[I want to become Cheng Yu and want to go crazy. 】

[He also deserves that face? 】

[Hurry up and disfigure, it's disgusting...]

Online violence vented towards him overwhelmingly across the screen.

Yu Xiaoque watched the video sadly, pinching his arms black and blue as if he was masochistic, as if he had come to a desolate world, and he couldn't see the green color of business in his eyes.

"Don't watch." Jiang Yan took off his coat and turned off the TV.

"I..." Yu Xiaoque moved her pale lips, her voice was no longer clear, it was rough like an old man, "Am I ridiculous?"

"Otherwise, why would they laugh?"

"No, they are all talking nonsense." Jiang Yan hugged him together with the quilt, and pressed his face against him, "I will forget you soon."

"Really?" Yu Xiaoque remained motionless, turned her head to look out the window, "But I can't forget it."

"I can't forget these humiliations."

"It will get better..." Jiang Yan hugged him even tighter, and leaned over to peck Yu Xiaoque's delicate tear mole, "Wait a little longer, wait for me..."

Wait until I get everything sorted out.

"Sometimes I wonder if I'm really crazy." Yu Xiaoque avoids Jiang Yan and whispers, "Maybe I really didn't draw that painting."

"Everything is my imagination."

Jiang Yan's heart became sour secretly, "You are not crazy, give me some more time, and I will clarify everything."

Xu Shi's ominous premonition in his heart became more and more serious, and he began to explain, which was rare.

"Why not now, sir." Yu Xiaoque looked at him wonderingly, fiddling with her fingers.

"Not now." Jiang Yan stroked his long hair with a gentle voice, "Hey, you are obedient..."

"I understand..." Yu Xiaoque didn't lose her temper, but smiled in relief, "I understand, but I am not important, so I will always be the one to be given up."

"Recently, my memory has become less and less clear, and some images always flashed in my mind. I vaguely saw my husband put on a scarf for me, and walked for a long time in the snow holding my hand..."

He looked up at the ceiling and laughed at himself, "You see, I may be really crazy to have such a beautiful dream."

"If I said..." Jiang Yan looked at his profile, and felt that this person was out of reach, "Isn't that a dream?"

"It's better not to, sir." Yu Xiaoque's eyes were dotted with water, "Take it as a dream."

The two were silent for a long time.

"Does sir like my face very much?" He asked suddenly.

"I like Xiaoque everywhere." Jiang Yan said softly.

Yu Xiaoque didn't look up, but touched her stomach, "I want to eat some strawberries."

"I'll wash it for you." Jiang Yan nodded hastily before he could grasp the fleeting feeling.

"Thank you." Yu Xiaoque slightly licked the two dimples.

Watching Jiang Yan close the door, Yu Xiaoque closed his eyes, whether he opened or closed his eyes, he seemed to have sunk into a bottomless abyss, unable to see a ray of light.

There are all kinds of concrete abuse in my ears.

Yu Xiaoque's eyelashes trembled uneasily, her face was pale.

"Why, why do you have to force me?" He slowly wiped the tear mole, his eyes became clouded.

He remembered that Jiang Yan had kissed the tear mole in the corner of his eye countless times, and his eyes were full of love.

gross.

There is only one thought left in his mind, what if this face is ruined?

Yu Xiaoque moved her eyeballs, and out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of a fruit knife on the small coffee table.

When Jiang Yan opened the door with strawberries, it was too late to stop her, only to see Yu Xiaoque pick up a fruit knife and go straight for the tear mole, the delicate little Canary didn't blink, her eyes were cold, as if she didn't feel pain.

Strawberries were scattered all over the ground.

Jiang Yan ran over in a few steps, snatched the knife from Yu Xiaoque's hand, and raised his hand high.

Yu Xiaoque stared at him with her neck stuck, neither covering nor screaming for pain, she even raised her chin slightly, half of her face was instantly stained red with blood.

He didn't show mercy to himself at all, the wound was deep enough to see the bone, and the tear mole had turned into a bright red gash, Ulala was bleeding and fell on the floor between the two of them, spattering small blood, and they were hard Cut it apart.

Little Canary's eyes are full of joy and madness, and the usually sweet and soft figure is like a ghost crawling out of hell, which makes people shudder.

Jiang Yan suddenly remembered that many years ago, when he was hiding behind the stairs, his mother was the same, calm and hysterical, holding a bloody knife and laughing loudly.

Everyone said she was crazy.

At that time, Jiang Yan hated Jiang Jinchi. Even though he and that person had the same blood, they were absolutely different.

If you have someone you love in the future, you must take good care of your heart and never make him feel sad.

But the person in front of him looked exactly the same as his mother back then.

It was the kind of desperate despair that was so calm that it was about to burn people into ashes.

"Sir..." Yu Xiaoque grinned and hissed, "Do I still look like him now?"

"What are you going to do?" Jiang Yan didn't understand how he got to this point.

"Let Wen Xi and I go." Yu Xiaoque wiped her face, her hands were covered with blood, "I'm not like him anymore, please let me go."

"you……"

"This face is worthless." Yu Xiaoque seemed to be laughing or crying, "I won't draw any more, and I won't hinder you any more."

"I said, I will return your innocence..." Jiang Yan looked at him incredulously, and said slowly, "Why are you forcing me like this?"

Even now, he still thought that Yu Xiaoque was using this incident to force him.

"Who is forcing whom?" Yu Xiaoque yelled, stepped on the strawberry and fell to the ground, blood and strawberry juice stained his whole body red, he lay on the ground, whimpering, "I just want to Have a good life, I just want to..."

Why is it so difficult.

"You are really crazy..." Jiang Yan clenched his fists, squatted down, raised Yu Xiaoque's face, he looked into his eyes, "You should go to a mental hospital."