Mr. love

50 years later.

In 2070, China's gay marriage law has been established for 39 years.

It is said that during the period when it was first established, as many as 20 people got married in various provinces and regions.

All men and women.

Surrogacy companies are on fire, and the technology of artificial wombs is becoming more and more stable.

Baihe County No. 23 Middle School Male Dormitory Building, [-] o'clock in the evening.

Liu Fuchen lay on his side on the upper bunk and used the Mi 35 to send WeChat messages.

The lights in the entire dormitory were turned off as early as 22 o'clock, and only the upper bunk where Liu Fuchen was staying was lit in the darkness.

The light from the mobile phone shone on the white walls, ceiling, and his pale face.

The others were all asleep, with teeth grinding, hiccups and sleep talking.

I lay on the ceiling, face down.Because the light of Liu Fuchen's phone is very dazzling, it makes me a little unhappy.

Ever since I became a ghost, I like light a little bit.In fact, I didn't like light before either.

"Cold..." Liu Fuchen frowned and bit his lips, covered himself a little with the quilt, and continued to type and send WeChat.

After I squinted to read the message he sent, my lower eyelid twitched for a while.

The content is displayed on the screen of the transparent mobile phone:

"Ahe, are you asleep?"

"I don't feel well..."

"My whole body hurts..."

"Could you come and see me this Sunday?"

It wasn't until his eyes turned red while holding the phone that he waited for a reply half an hour later.

"Have you taken any medicine?"

Liu Fuchen's shoulders trembled slightly, and he buried his head in the quilt for a while, before tearing off the quilt, his eyes were red, his lips were clenched and he typed a reply: "No."

There were obvious tear stains on his face.

The other party replied in seconds: "You should take medicine, if you don't take it, you will relapse. Will you be obedient? Also...I have something to do this Sunday, so I can't accompany you."

Liu Fuchen suffers from bipolar disorder. When he is irritable, he is very excited, spends money lavishly, and is irritable;Extremely unstable mood.

There is no cure for this disease, and there is still no cure.

If you take medicine for a lifetime, you will relapse if you stop taking the medicine, and the probability of good treatment is even smaller.

When he was ten years old, he had the first symptoms. His parents quarreled, and he went to the kitchen to threaten him with a kitchen knife.

His parents were terrified, he suddenly fainted, and he was taken to the hospital, waking up with no memory of what he had done two hours earlier.

Later, on the first day of junior high school, it was found out that it was bipolar disorder.

Liu Fuchen's finger stopped on a certain line of the address book, as if he wanted to press it, but finally shifted his target: to turn off the screen.

Then hid in the quilt and cried suppressedly.

I floated towards the curtain with a blank expression on my face. The spirit body passed through the curtain and saw the vast expanse of whiteness in the school.

On the second day of snow, there is nothing to see.

I floated to Liu Fuchen's bed again, stood in mid-air and looked at him coldly.

He hid under the quilt and cried for a long time before falling asleep, the phone still clutched in his hand.

No matter who wants to drink Mengpo soup.

While squinting my eyes and thinking, I stretched out my bone-turned hand to caress Liu Fuchen's stomach.

There is my golden elixir.

In order for him to reincarnate with the golden core, I spent a lot of effort.

What happened 50 years ago...too much.

I never thought he could be alive, so I never looked for him.

If it hadn't been for an accident, I probably would never have known it was him.

I didn't expect that he was so good-looking before he was alive.

It is much better than the edema and death of dripping water all over the body.

"Sleep well." I leaned over and whispered in Liu Fuchen's ear, but it woke him up.

Liu Fuchen sat up abruptly, looked around in fear, then patted his chest, which was heaving violently, and lay down again.

The silhouette hidden in the darkness, and the sound of short breathing, all told me that he wasn't really asleep.

I brushed his trembling eyelashes with my fingertips, familiar eyebrows, lips, collarbone, and finally stopped at his waist.

She pinched her face expressionlessly, and watched him open his eyes in fear, with tears overflowing from his eyes.

"Be good." After I finished speaking, I floated out of the school and went to a certain hospital.

I haven't updated for several days, and I feel sorry for these collections.Ha ha ha ha.