He's sickly in control

Tang Bai curled up under the desk in his room, the space was just right enough to accommodate his entire body.

He picked up his own car, slid and slid on the ground, and then slid out with all his strength. At this moment, the door was opened with a "click—" and the red-skinned car rushed to the man's feet and stopped. moved forward.

Lu Zhou picked up the car on the ground, walked up to Tang Bai in a few steps, and stared condescendingly at Tang Bai who was huddled under the table. He squatted down and his eyes were level with Tang Bai.

He reached out and passed the car over.

one second.

two seconds.

……

Tang Bai drooped his head like a child who has done something wrong, but he didn't intend to reach out to take it.

Lu Zhou stretched out his hand as if facing a cloud of air. After a long time, he opened his lips slightly and asked tentatively, "Tang Bai, do you hate Tangtang?"

Time was flowing in the air, and Lu Zhou began to feel nervous during the long wait, and his palms began to get wet.

"I don't hate it, I like Tangtang." Tang Bai put his hands on his knees and said seriously, his voice was as crisp as jade hitting.

Lu Zhou looked happy, and it was more fortunate, just like the luck of the rest of his life after a catastrophe.

"But, you are not Tangtang." Tang Bai said.

Lu Zhou's smiling face froze in an instant. His body was as stiff as if he had been struck by five thunderbolts. Lu Zhou stared at Tang Bai in disbelief. How could he...

"Look carefully, I am." He pleaded eagerly.

Tang Bai shook his head, and said solemnly, "No——you're not."

These words hit Lu Zhou's heart hard, as if someone had cut a small slit with a dull knife back and forth.

Bitterness slowly spread from his heart. When teaching this fool in front of him, he was always lazy and playful. If he could be half as serious as today, it would not take months to teach him syllables.

No—you're not.This sentence kept playing back and forth in my ears.

If he is not Lu Zhou, he is not Tangtang.

So who is he?

Or who he should be.

Is it Zuo Zhenyou, Yuan Shu, or Tang Xian.

Lu Zhou returned to his study as if he had lost his soul. He leaned weakly against the wall, reached out to pick up the small wooden boat, and let his body slowly fall to the ground.

He was lying on the ground, gradually curled up into a ball, like a baby in the mother's womb, Lu Zhou held the small wooden boat tightly in his arms, regardless of whether it would hurt or not.

Tears of grief dripped heavily from the corners of his eyes onto the floor.

a drop.

two drops.

……

It must be the crocodile's tears, Lu Zhou thought, it must be the tears shed on purpose by the hypocrite. It's a pity that Tang Bai didn't come, otherwise what should we do.

Dean, you tell me.

Did the letter you left feel as uncomfortable as I do now.

Feed crows.

You said, you didn't expect to be pecked at the eyes by the crow you raised, but now the retribution has come, and I was pecked at the heart.

Lu Zhou didn't show up in the house for two days, as if he disappeared. Today, when Fu Chen came to check on Tang Bai, he didn't see anyone.

Fu Chen touched Tang Bai's head lightly, and asked, "Does it hurt here?"

"It doesn't hurt."

"What about here?"

"It doesn't hurt."

"Tang Bai is so good." Fu Chen praised with a smile.

Just as he was about to ask some more questions, Fu Chen heard the sound of the door opening, and in a blink of an eye saw Lu Zhou coming in with an iron box with a calm expression on his face.

He walked straight to this side, grabbed Tang Bai's wrist involuntarily, and then took it in with a firm attitude.

Fu Chen stared at Lu Zhou's calm demeanor, and felt very much like the time when Lu Zhou woke up from the hospital a long, long time ago, cold, smiling, and calm after being irritable.

That strong sense of uneasiness suddenly arises spontaneously.

Fu Chen ran into the room in a panic, and witnessed Lu Zhou suppressing Tang Bai with all his strength, holding a small needle in his right hand, with a cautious cold light on the sharp needle, Tang Bai struggled uneasily under him, Like a fish caught in a net and shaking its body desperately.

Fu Chen couldn't help but gasped.

He walked up and snatched the needle from Lu Zhou's hand. The iron box on the side was opened, and the medicine inside was scattered in small bags.

Fu Chen is a doctor, he can tell what's inside at a glance.

"Lu Zhou, you are ridiculous." Fu Chen shouted mercilessly.

Lu Zhou tidied up the wrinkled clothes that he had made just now, as if he didn't hear Fu Chen's words, and said, "Bring it."

Fu Chen threw the needle aside, grabbed Lu Zhou's collar, and roared hysterically, "Lu Zhou, I don't care where you got these things, but can you wake me up."

Lu Zhou ignored it, just looked at Tang Bai with a smile, his voice was soft like cheese in a trap, "Tang Bai, it won't hurt very much."

Drugs can make people addicted, and they can also make people obedient.

Compared to Tang Bai who was afraid of him or wanted to run away from him, Lu Zhou would rather let him be tied tightly to his side for the rest of his life and never let go.

Fu Chen frowned, punched him hard in the face, and said angrily, "Lu Zhou, you are really unreasonable."

"He is Tang Bai, he is the Tang Bai you brought back from that old alley."

Fu Chen continued, "Look at you now, you are hypocritical, hypocritical, vicious, and you will be punished for your flaws. How is this similar to the previous you."

"I'm not what I used to be—" Lu Zhou screamed with a slightly ferocious expression.

The corner of Fu Chen's mouth was slightly hooked and said with a full sneer, "You always say that the you in the past made you who you are today. Even if the memory can be erased, your body will always remember those pains, but is you still you now? Or stand still?" What is in front of me is just an assistant Zhenyou in Lu Zhou's skin, it's not that others are holding you, but you have never let yourself go."

Fu Chen has been with him for more than 20 years, and this is the first time he has pointedly criticized Lu Zhou with a particularly merciless attitude.

Tang Bai fiddled with his fingers, apparently not knowing what was going on, but he could feel the unusual atmosphere around him, and his somewhat hesitant eyes turned back and forth between the two.

There was a terrible long silence in the house.

Just like in a hospital mortuary, the green light is faint and silent.

After a long while, a chuckle overflowed from the corner of Lu Zhou's mouth, seemingly helpless, sad, and compromised.

He seemed to have made up an idea in his mind.

After a while, I only heard him say a word, and he pushed the door away without looking at Tang Bai again.

Lu Zhou said, "Fu Chen, please send Tang Bai back to the place before."

Everything seems to return to its original point overnight.

White is white, black is black, they should be straight lines parallel to each other, but after accidentally intersecting, they should return to their proper positions and never communicate with each other again.