guest of honor

"Are you taking medicine?"

"Yes." He generously placed the medicine bottle on the dining table, "Fluoxetine, an antidepressant."

After finishing speaking, he couldn't care less about seeing the woman's reaction, and laughed again: "Unexpectedly, I will also take this kind of medicine one day... I clearly hated this kind of medicine before."

The woman stood up and hugged his head into her arms: "I know, Ye Li, you are not to blame for this matter."

He pushed the woman away, stood up staggeringly, but staggered and almost fell to the floor.Qian Songxue hurried forward to hold his arm, asking him to stay overnight tonight, but was rejected: "I want to go back."

"Why are you like this..."

He interrupted her with a smile: "I haven't written today's diary yet."

Qian Songxue was speechless.

Writing a diary was a habit Ye Li developed when he was six years old.After he was locked in the cellar for three days and three nights and was finally rescued, another personality lurking under his subconsciousness woke up and attacked anyone who tried to get close to Ye Li with a powerful posture.Three months later, when his consciousness regained control of his body, he began to see a psychiatrist continuously and receive hints and treatments.

He is very afraid, afraid that one day he will suddenly disappear, afraid that he will unknowingly hurt all the people close to him-so he would rather keep the light alone forever, facing every night.

Qian Songxue suggested that he keep a diary to record what happened every day and the people he met.This is conducive to consolidating the form of the surface consciousness, and even if the other personality occasionally wakes up, the surface consciousness can confirm that it is the correct existence through the diary after regaining the initiative of the body.

So he developed the habit of remembering every detail of his life exactly, and constantly reflecting on what happened during the day before falling asleep...

However, after Qin Mu's death, this habit turned into a kind of cruelty.

He closed his eyes, and the details of the past were clearly replayed in front of his eyes. No amount of bright lights could drive away the darkness of the night.

The young man in a black shirt faced him with his back. His slightly long hair hung down on the back of his neck, his shoulders were flat and broad, and he already had the figure of a mature man.He couldn't help calling him, the young man turned his head, but it was a bloody face...

Ye Li shook his head vigorously, trying to get rid of the illusion.

That's not true.He clearly remembered Qin Mu's smile, sharp eyebrows, haughty and stubborn eyes, and soft and affectionate lips - that was Qin Mu, not the pierced head in the photo.

When the news first came to China, he couldn't sleep all night.Compared with the information circulated on the Internet, after the investigation, he knew more details of the case: the reason for the armed conflict was that the drugs intercepted by the customs were worth 30 US dollars, not just [-] grams of drugs. □.

Immediately afterwards, the bloody photo appeared on the Internet again.As a result, he fell into long-term palpitations, and the colic in his heart could only be soothed by medicine.

He suddenly understood why his mother relied on drugs back then, because she still wanted to live—when she was in pain.So he carefully controlled the dosage of the medicine, maintained a basic sleep and a clear mind, so that he could continue to be competent for the work of the group.

Ye Jingsheng also seemed to have aged a lot overnight.But when they faced each other, they had to pretend nothing had happened, as if Qin Mu never existed, as long as the Yuanyang Group can last for a long time is enough.

Back to two months ago, half a month after Yuanyang Group announced the acquisition of Daishan Culture, the target company was shocked by a huge scandal: when the major shareholder Qin Mu was leaving the country from Myanmar, he had an incident with the customs staff because he was carrying a drug. violent conflict.Witnesses claimed to have heard gunshots, and the scene was chaotic. Police cars and ambulances surrounded the Burmese customs.

Some daring person took a photo and posted it on the Internet, swearing that Qin Mu was dead.But the photos were quickly harmonized by the network administrator, and the scene of the head blooming was not enough to make people recognize the identity of the corpse.The only distinctive feature was a blood-splattered jade pendant hanging around the neck of the deceased, falling on the front of the shirt.

On the same day, the stock of Daishan Culture plummeted by 3% within 10 minutes, and then fell to the limit again after the market opened the next day.Yuanyang also issued a statement immediately, because Daishan Culture was suspected of illegal transactions and improper business, it immediately stopped the acquisition of the target company and applied to unfreeze the funds used for the acquisition.

Both Dingsheng Pictures and Daishan Culture's share prices fell, forcing He Minghan to be investigated as well, and the prosecutor was Zhao Hongduo's cousin.However, the results of the investigation have nothing to do with Qin Mu. He Minghan was fined a huge amount for tax evasion, and Qingning's assets were taken over by the bank.

After Yuanyang's assistance funds were in place, Ling Zirong's Huarong Real Estate came back to life, survived the last half month of the contract statement signed with Haijian, and received a large amount of compensation.Perhaps because of the twists and turns in the early stage, the supply of rental space in the office building was in short supply, and the profit was quickly realized.The reception agreement signed by Yuanyang and Huarong Real Estate allowed Yuanyang to share nearly 90% of the profits in this project. One month after the acquisition, it completely walked out of the haze of failure.

In a busy city, news emerges endlessly. Some people fall and some rise to heaven, but it has nothing to do with the crowds in the subway.The life and death of strangers are nothing more than gossip in the end, requiring constant production and renovation.

The shareholders of Daishan Culture were quickly forgotten.It seems that there is only a cliff-like K-line chart that records the traces of that person's fall.

After saying goodbye to Qian Songxue, he returned home.There are also two pairs of slippers in the entrance, just like the water cup on the dining table and the toothbrush in the bathroom.He smiled helplessly, and told himself that he was too tired and really too lazy to clean up, let's delay it for another day.

It's not that he doesn't want to face up to Qin Mu's departure, he just needs a while to digest the news.As for the things Qin Mu left at home, he also needs time to deal with them one by one...

Qin Mu can't come back—never can come back again, isn't that what he wants?He didn't need to worry about the relationship between the two of them, Yuanyang's crisis was easily resolved, and even He Minghan was punished as he should... As for Zhao Hongduo, it's just that the timing hasn't come yet, and the higher-ups haven't found him yet.The cycle of karma, retribution is not good, and everyone must pay for everything they do.

But...but what about Qin Mu?Whose actions is he bearing the consequences for?

He walked quickly to the bedroom.The diary was placed on the top shelf of the drawer, and he no longer needed to lock it up. He needed it anytime to give himself a little peace of mind.

Different from the neatness of the first few pages, the paper at the back of the diary was scratched by a sharp pen tip, and all eyes could only see the same sentence.

He picked up the pen and wrote tremblingly again: "It's not me, I haven't found out—"

The refill suddenly broke.

He stared blankly at the ink on the paper, let out a hoarse wry smile, and muttered to himself: "It's really not me."

What was hidden in the gift he gave Qin Mu was only 50 grams of drugs, not two kilograms of drugs.

How could a small jade pendant box contain two kilograms of drugs?Someone else tampered with Qin Mu's luggage, maybe the person who died was not Qin Mu at all...

He hugged his head, knelt on the floor, and let out a hoarse roar.

Can't come back.

The young man who could wash his hands, cook, cook and read at night, hugged him and acted like a baby and said that he loved him over and over again, even at the critical moment of life and death, was not willing to let go of him, after all, he would never come back.

The bedside lamp was brightly lit, but he seemed to have fallen into the darkness of more than [-] years ago, a nightmare that would not stop.This time, he held a knife in his hand and pushed the blade into the young man's heart with his own hands.