Boyfriend is mentally ill

When the phone was in Meng Fusheng's hands, Jiang Xiaofeng calmed down a little.

He obediently sat on the sofa, bent over and wiped his face vigorously when Meng Fusheng went to get the towel, lowered his head and took a deep breath, trying to calm down his messy mind.The state of eagerness and confusion is not suitable for explanation. He has to clear his mind as soon as possible and talk to his seniors.

Meng Fusheng came back quickly with a towel, and Jiang Xiaofeng cooperated with Meng Fusheng to dry his hair, remove the wet gauze from his head, re-treat the wound, and drank a glass of warm milk.

"Is it better?" Meng Fusheng asked.

Jiang Xiaofeng nodded and said, "Thank you."

Meng Fusheng patted his head, sat beside him, and asked as gently as possible: "What happened to you just now, did you... remember something?"

Jiang Xiaofeng collected his thoughts, picked up his mobile phone on the coffee table, unlocked it, opened the memo, handed it to Meng Fusheng, and said, "I didn't think of anything, but I found this. Senior, you have the right to know the truth. .”

Hearing that he didn't think of anything, Meng Fusheng's eyes were filled with disappointment, but he quickly restrained himself and took over the phone. Seeing that there was a row of memo records in diary format, he quickly looked away and asked, "What is this?" Your diary?"

"No, it's an assassination plan."

Meng Fusheng was confused by the name of the second student: "What is an assassination plan?"

Jiang Xiaofeng tightened his fingers, stood up and said, "You'll know it after you've seen it... Take a look, I'll get other things." He got up and walked back to the room quickly.

After returning to the room, he waited for about 10 minutes, and then walked out of the room with the love letter that had not been returned to Meng Fusheng and the candies that he found later.

Meng Fusheng sat on the sofa in the same posture as when he left, looking down at the phone, motionless, like a statue.Hearing the movement, he turned his head and looked over. The previous softness and relaxation on his body was gone, his expression was almost blank, his eyes were confused, full of doubts, disbelief, and shock, but his tone tried to maintain calm, asking Said: "What are these...?"

Jiang Xiaofeng hardly dared to face him, walked over and bent down to put the love letter and candies on the coffee table, his voice was subconsciously low: "It's the assassination plan."

After a long time, Meng Fusheng asked: "Kill who?"

Jiang Xiaofeng plucked up the courage to look at him, and replied, "You."

Meng Fusheng's eyelashes trembled, and the expression on his face, the warmth in his eyes, and the last trace of relaxation on his body all disappeared as quickly as the wind. He sat up straight and asked, "So the scumbag mentioned here is me?"

"No, it's not you, it's a dream, and it's not, it means..." Jiang Xiaofeng didn't know how to explain it. He didn't have the memory of that month, and everything was conjectured by him, so he couldn't tell. Too many details.

He stopped, simply took the phone back, closed the memo, opened the chat history between himself and Da Mao, and put the phone back in Meng Fusheng's hand: "Look at this again."

Meng Fusheng looked down, his fingers slowly sliding, and then he didn't lift his lowered head again.

"You..." He started, but didn't finish the sentence.

Jiang Xiaofeng said frankly: "The reason why I approached you is because I recognized you as someone else."

The air freezes.

Meng Fusheng didn't speak or move.

Jiang Xiaofeng waited and called out, "Senior..."

"You're just sick." Meng Fusheng interrupted him, without looking at him, he just said to himself, "After all, the injured part is the brain, and any kind of illness will be uncontrollable, it's okay, I... "

"Senior." Jiang Xiaofeng interrupted him, unable to bear it and feeling guilty, "I am not pursuing you, I recognized you as a scumbag in the game, and have been trying...to assassinate you."

Meng Fusheng looked up at him suddenly, his eyes were red, his expression was stubborn, and he said in a deep voice: "You are sick, you don't know what you are talking about."

Jiang Xiaofeng was almost overwhelmed by his eyes, stepped forward, bent down and opened the love letter, found the piece of chocolate with the imprint on it, put it aside alone, found the imprint on the white letter paper, and put it also past.

Then he started placing the candies one by one.

When he was doing this, Meng Fusheng watched silently.

After finishing everything, Jiang Xiaofeng looked at Meng Fusheng, tentatively reaching for the cell phone in his hand.

Meng Fusheng tightened his fingers to prevent him from taking the phone away, and said, "Xiaofeng, I'm tired."

Jiang Xiaofeng paused.

Meng Fusheng looked at him, with the final struggle, his expression and tone became gentle again: "Rest, the doctor said you need enough sleep, what's the matter... we'll talk about it later."

Jiang Xiaofeng couldn't bear it, and called out: "Senior."

The two looked at each other, and finally Meng Fusheng compromised.

He let go of his fingers.

The moment he let go of the phone, he seemed to have been sucked out of his strength, and he seemed to have resigned himself to his fate. He leaned back on the sofa, and the momentum from his body dissipated. He looked at the row of things on the table with dull eyes, and remained silent.

Jiang Xiaofeng was so panicked that he even wanted to raise his hand and use his mobile phone to take a picture of himself, and return Meng Fusheng's favorite Jiang Xiaofeng to him, but he couldn't, Meng Fusheng shouldn't be in love with a fake lover.

He opened the game, clicked on his character information, enlarged the column of hidden weapons, placed it next to the chocolates, and explained in detail: "After being hit by a billboard, I should have confused the boundary between the game and reality, thinking that you were my next... A person who wants to be hunted down in the game, that person's id is Yimeng Floating Life... and your name is very similar."

Meng Fusheng shifted his gaze to his mobile phone, wanted to sit up straight, but seemed to have no strength, and leaned back halfway.

Jiang Xiaofeng endured the blockage in his throat and continued to explain: "This is not a love letter, it is... It is a weapon used by my game character, called a swallowtail dart. It is shaped like a triangle. I am not good at craftsmanship, so I made it into this four-dimensional appearance. You see Here, on the chocolate and letter paper, there is actually a deformed bamboo leaf pattern unique to the swallowtail dart.”

"It's not different." Meng Fusheng said in a hoarse voice, "It... is like a heart, Xiaofeng, you gave it to me."

Jiang Xiaofeng bit the meat of his mouth, and continued: "And this, you once said that I fed you a piece of chocolate, look at this, in fact, this is also a game prop... The pattern here is a plot in the game. The icon of the poison item."

Toxic.

Meng Fusheng could still recall the sweet taste of that piece of chocolate and the joy and satisfaction when he ate it, but was it just a poison?

After explaining what he had deduced, Jiang Xiaofeng put down his phone, looked at Meng Fusheng, and said solemnly: "Senior, I'm sorry, I lied to you, I'm really sorry."

Meng Fusheng looked at him, and suddenly remembered how he was squatting behind the flower bed sneakily.

What was he thinking at the time?It seems that this junior's hair is so fluffy when it is not stained with blood, and I want to touch it.

Just like now, his first reaction after seeing Jiang Xiaofeng was to touch his head well, and then coax and pamper him like a treasure.

His eyes were a little hot, he blinked his head sideways, and asked, "So...you never liked me?"

Jiang Xiaofeng lowered his head: "I'm sorry."

Meng Fusheng raised his hand to pinch the top of the bridge of his nose, his fingers turned white with such force.

The two stopped talking, and the room was deadly quiet.

After an unknown amount of time, Meng Fusheng suddenly put down his hands, got up and said, "Let's go."

Jiang Xiaofeng was taken aback, and wanted to ask him where he was going. He just opened his mouth, and quickly realized that Meng Fusheng probably didn't want to stay with him, a liar, so he quickly put away the love letters, chocolates and mobile phones, and walked quickly. Going back to the room, I stuffed my things into the backpack, and came out to say goodbye to Meng Fusheng: "Thank you, senior, for taking care of me during this time. I will transfer the medical expenses to you later. When the senior is free, please let me treat the senior to a meal." , I would like to formally apologize to the senior... I am really sorry."

After speaking, he bowed at ninety degrees and did not get up for a long time.

Meng Fusheng looked at him incredulously, and asked, "You think I'm going to drive you away?"

Is not it?

Jiang Xiaofeng froze, looked up at him, met his sad and injured eyes, his heart trembled, and he quickly lowered his head: "I'm sorry."

After another long silence, Meng Fusheng suddenly turned around and strode towards the door.

Jiang Xiaofeng froze for a moment, then quickly straightened up and followed, feeling at a loss and uneasy.

Did he make the senior even more sad just now?

The two went out together and entered the elevator one after another.

After entering the elevator, Meng Fusheng pressed the button on the basement floor. Jiang Xiaofeng wanted to ask him if he pressed it by mistake, but he moved his mouth and still didn't say anything.

The elevator arrived and opened, and there was an underground parking lot outside. Meng Fusheng went out and turned right, parked beside a low-key black commercial vehicle, unlocked and opened the rear door, and motioned to Jiang Xiaofeng: "Get in the car."

Jiang Xiaofeng thought that Meng Fusheng wanted to send him downstairs, but when he pressed the elevator, he mistakenly pressed the first floor as minus one. He didn't expect that he came to drive, so he hesitated for a while, but didn't go there, and said: "Senior, a big distance It's only a few minutes away, don't need to send it off, I'll just walk back."

Meng Fusheng tightened his grip on the car door, and said again: "Get in the car, fasten your seat belt." Then he probably felt that his tone was too cold, and added, "Be more obedient, please."

Jiang Xiaofeng's heart ached when he was told this please, his body reacted one step ahead of his brain, stepped into the car, and obediently fastened his seat belt.

Meng Fusheng looked at his well-behaved appearance, his eyes were in a daze for a second, and he came back quickly, with a tense expression, closed the car door, got into the driver's seat, and started the car.

After driving out of the community, the car didn't go to A University, but took the main road leaving A University.

Jiang Xiaofeng glanced at A University who was getting further and further away from the window, then at Meng Fusheng, hesitated for a moment, but still didn't ask anything.

Meng Fusheng is clearly holding back his emotions now, even if Meng Fusheng drags him to Shenjiang, he can understand it.

A big quickly disappeared into the night.

Although Meng Fusheng was in a bad mood, he drove the car very steadily. Only occasionally when he was waiting for the traffic lights, his restless and tense palms on the steering wheel revealed a trace of his inner unrest.

A few minutes later, the car turned onto the road to the hospital.

Jiang Xiaofeng was stunned.

Is this going to the hospital?Could it be that Meng Fusheng still didn't believe what he said, thinking that he had some kind of illness and wanted to take him to the hospital for a checkup?

Guessing in his heart, he felt more and more powerless and guilty.

Before meeting Meng Fusheng, he could be said to have lived with a clear conscience, but now... he owed so much to Meng Fusheng, how would he pay it back and make up for it.

……

The two entered the hospital in silence, and found Jiang Xiaofeng's previous attending doctor.

The doctor was about to get off work, and was surprised to see them coming. He asked, "Why did you come back again? Didn't you just leave the hospital in the morning? Did something new happen?"

"Well, there is something new." Meng Fusheng replied, first helped Jiang Xiaofeng pull out the chair, and then sat beside him.

Jiang Xiaofeng glanced at him and sat down.

When the doctor heard about the new situation, he hurriedly withdrew his hand to turn off the computer.

Meng Fusheng has already controlled all his emotions. He first explained in detail how Jiang Xiaofeng thought he was in the game in the past month, hiding the entanglement between the two, and then asked whether this symptom is serious or not. Not serious, do you want to be re-hospitalized.

Jiang Xiaofeng was a little taken aback.

Meng Fusheng came to the hospital not because he suspected that he was talking nonsense and wanted him to have a checkup, but because he was worried about something wrong with his health and wanted to help him re-hospitalize?

This... this is too good.

His heart suddenly became soft, sour and astringent. He grabbed his pants tightly and glanced at Meng Fusheng. Seeing his serious expression and worried eyes, he had mixed feelings.

How can this person be so good.

After listening to Meng Fusheng's narration, the doctor frowned and asked Jiang Xiaofeng a few questions.

Concentrated, Jiang Xiaofeng answered the doctor's questions one by one, and at the doctor's request, he turned on his mobile phone and showed the doctor "Jianghu You".

The doctor looked at the game, returned the phone to him, and finally asked, "You really didn't remember anything? The symptoms you just mentioned were all guessed based on your previous diary and chats with your friends?"

Jiang Xiaofeng nodded, thought of something, stopped again, frowned and said, "It's not like I didn't think of anything."

Meng Fusheng was taken aback, and immediately turned to look at him.

Jiang Xiaofeng said hesitantly: "At noon today, my senior and I went to the supermarket to buy vegetables, and the senior suddenly praised me. At that time, a similar sentence popped up in my mind. I intuitively felt that it was what the senior praised me before, but it was very strange. It's vague, incomplete, and I can't recall the specific circumstances under which those words were said."

The doctor nodded: "That's right, the condition is indeed different from what I guessed at the beginning. Your memory and cognition are damaged together, but you are improving. Your current cognition is normal, and you will no longer think that you are It’s in the game. Amnesia should be a protective mechanism activated by the brain to prevent you from accepting the memory of the period of cognitive confusion all at once, causing memory confusion. Not bad, not bad, I said before that you have symptoms of intracerebral hemorrhage Why is there no sign of self-healing, it turns out that there is self-healing, we misunderstood your brain."

The doctor deliberately spoke lightly, trying to adjust the atmosphere, but Meng Fusheng and Jiang Xiaofeng didn't have much joy on their faces.

The doctor wondered: "Why do you have this expression, isn't it a good thing that your condition is getting better?"

Meng Fusheng adjusted his mood first, and said, "It's a good thing, thank you doctor. Does Xiaofeng need to be hospitalized today?"

The doctor got up and briefly checked Jiang Xiaofeng's condition, and replied: "There is no need to be hospitalized. The hemorrhage in his brain can't be cured by hospitalization. Let's observe first. I will prescribe some medicine again. The previous medicines are temporary. Don't eat it."

The two left the hospital with new medicines, and after driving on the road, Meng Fusheng suddenly turned the steering wheel and went in another direction.

Jiang Xiaofeng looked at him.

"Take you to have supper. There is a porridge shop in front of you. You didn't eat much at night. You should be hungry by now." Meng Fusheng explained.

Jiang Xiaofeng felt that this was too much trouble for him, so he hurriedly refused: "Senior, I actually don't..."

"Xiaofeng." Meng Fusheng interrupted him, "Let's have a good talk when we get to the congee room."

Jiang Xiaofeng fell silent.

After arriving at the porridge house, Meng Fusheng asked for a small box and ordered food.

The food was served quickly. There were two servings of porridge, several dishes of side dishes, two servings of desserts, and a pot of soy milk. Large dishes of Xiaodie's were placed on the table.

Meng Fusheng put the shredded chicken porridge in front of Jiang Xiaofeng, took the fish porridge himself, and then readjusted the position of the side dishes, then looked at Jiang Xiaofeng who had been sitting stiffly, and said, "Eat it."

Jiang Xiaofeng obediently raised his hand to pick up the spoon, stirred the porridge, and took the initiative to start the topic: "Senior, I..."

"You have forgotten all about it now." Meng Fusheng cut him off, poured soy milk for him, and did not look at him with lowered eyes, "For a month, maybe you really approached me because you were sick at first, but later... But maybe you will fall in love with me later? You see, you also said in your diary that you think I am very good."

Jiang Xiaofeng bitterly said, "Senior, I'm straight..."

Meng Fusheng's hands trembled, and some soy milk spilled out.He paused, put the pot down, and wiped the table with a paper towel: "Xiaofeng, at first, I was straight too."

Jiang Xiaofeng was so bored that he almost suffocated: "I'm sorry."

"Needless to say I'm sorry, it's me who wants to like you..." Meng Fusheng couldn't continue, the tissue was held in his hand at some point, and it turned into a distorted and ugly shape, "Xiaofeng, I didn't mean to say this You feel guilty, but you want to say that everything is possible. You forget that you once thought you were living in a game, so will you also forget that you may be tempted by me...Give me a chance, you can ?"

Jiang Xiaofeng couldn't take it anymore, took a deep breath and put down the spoon, looked at Meng Fusheng, and said, "Senior, I really don't deserve your liking, long-term pain is worse than short-term pain..."

"Whether it's worth it or not is up to me to judge." Meng Fusheng looked at him with rational eyes and insisted, "Xiaofeng, I didn't say that because I was impulsive and couldn't accept the reality. Everything is just your speculation, you have forgotten so many things...the doctor said that you are getting better, and I can't let myself give up until you remember everything completely."

The two looked at each other for a long time, Jiang Xiaofeng was defeated first, and asked, "Senior, what do you want to do?"

"I can't accept being separated from you until you completely remember it." Meng Fusheng let go of the tissue, and his tone suddenly became domineering, "Xiaofeng, unless you propose separation to me when you fully recover and are sane, I will definitely I won't let you go. If you bend me, you will be responsible for me."