The Editor is Always Flirting with Me [GL]

After Yan Beiqi finished saying those words, he lowered his eyebrows again, his body seemed to be empty, and then he let go of Qin Yipuan’s arm a little bit.

Qin Yipuan was taken aback for a moment, then he clasped her loose hand tightly, and said anxiously: “I will accompany you, Bei Qi, I swear. Don’t give up…”

She didn’t know what kind of pain Yan Beiqi was going through now, but she was so nervous that her hands were sweating.

“Beiqi, let’s go, let’s go to the hospital.” Immediately after, Qin Yipun wiped away his tears, stretched out his other hand and passed through the back of Yan Beiqi’s neck, held her shoulders, and helped her half up.

The upper body was suddenly raised, and then, fell into a warm and soft embrace.

Yan Beiqi rested his head on Qin Yipun’s shoulder, opened his mouth slightly, but couldn’t speak, so he nodded.

Her body couldn’t exert much energy, her whole body was like cotton wool, she just leaned against Qin Yipuan’s arms so softly, as if she could feel a kind of stability, but she still seemed to be panicking for no reason.

Then, Qin Yichuan discovered that Yan Beiqi had a fresh wound on his right thumb.

The wound spanned the entire finger pulp, and bright red blood flowed all the way to the tiger’s mouth. The wound had not yet completely coagulated, and it looked terrible.

Qin Yipuan looked at her right hand and felt like there was a knife, gouging out the flesh from his body piece by piece.

After helping Yan Beiqi deal with the wound on his hand, Qin Yipun climbed onto the bed again and hugged Yan Beiqi.

Putting his cheek on her neck, Qin Yipun just accompanied her quietly.

Afterwards, Qin Yipian couldn’t help but start to think that Yan Beiqi was always in a trance, always said the wrong thing, and even fell off the manhole cover while walking. Could it be caused by these reasons.

However, Yan Beiqi tried his best to pretend that even if these things happened, outsiders wouldn’t think of anything else at all, at most they just thought she was confused.

After an unknown amount of time, Yan Beiqi coughed twice and turned his head slightly: “Mr. Qin, I…it hurts.”

After Qin Yi listened, he hurriedly loosened his arm and asked, “Where is the pain? Is it still in my heart?”

“I’m sorry.” However, Yan Beiqi still didn’t answer her words.

It was like something was blocking her, so she just couldn’t say it.

After a while, Qin Yichuan helped her brush her hair: “Bei Qi, you have nothing to apologize to me, just change your clothes, and we’ll go to the hospital after we’re done.”

Yan Beiqi nodded again. She has a strong idea of ​​death, but also a strong desire to survive, which is very contradictory.

After a while, Yan Beiqi raised his hand and stroked his hair, and said to himself, “It’s oily.”

“Then let’s wash your head first. You have a wound on your hand. Don’t touch the water for the time being. Come, I’ll wash it for you.” Qin Yichuan took her out of bed and took her arm to the bathroom.

After taking Yan Beiqi to the bathroom, Qin Yipun ran to the living room and moved a chair, put it next to the bathtub, and let Yan Beiqi sit down.

Qin Yichan remembered what he said that night, and the more he thought about it, the more he regretted it. She still knew too little about this disease, and she never expected it to be so serious, so serious that it would torture a good person like this.

After putting the water on for a while, Qin Yipoo checked the temperature with his hands, and then took the shower head, carefully poured the water on Yan Beiqi’s head, and asked, “How is this temperature for you? Is it suitable? ”

“Suitable.” Yan Beiqi replied.

Yan Beiqi had no flesh on his shoulders, so his outline became sharp, and he felt a little embarrassed to touch.

Yan Beiqi’s hair is very long, it seems that he hasn’t cut it for a long time, and there are some split ends at the end of his hair.

Qin Yi poured out the shampoo, rubbed foam in her hair, and then used both hands to massage her scalp.

When rinsing, Qin Yichuan gently stroked it, and a lot of hair fell out in the palm of his hand.

Qin Yipuan also lost her hair, but compared to Yan Beiqi, her hair loss was much less. Yan Beiqi’s hair fell out…it was shocking.

After washing Yan Beiqi’s hair, Qin Yipun took out the hair dryer again, plugged it in, and carefully blew her hair.

Yan Beiqi seemed to say something midway, but it was covered up by the buzzing sound of the hair dryer.

So Qin Yipun turned off the hair dryer again, leaned down beside her and asked, “What did you say?”

“Sorry for letting you see me like this.” Yan Beiqi lowered his head after finishing speaking.

Even at this time, she still thinks: is she really useless, is it another troublesome thing for others, and is it hard for others to understand when others see her like this.

“Don’t say such things. No matter what you look like, in my heart, it’s Yan Beiqi anyway.” After Qin Yiquan finished speaking, he continued to blow her head.

However, even though he said that, he was still very anxious in his heart.

I’m so afraid that she will continue like this, afraid that one day she can’t think about it, and she will end herself when she can’t see where she can’t see.

Passing his fingers through his hair, Qin Yichuan looked at her hands that were on his lap, shaking from time to time, feeling only bitterness in his heart.

After deftly drying her hair, Qin Yipun urged her to change again.

Yan Beiqi walked to the closet, opened the door, and stood there unbuttoning the buttons one by one.

After taking off his clothes under his shoulders, revealing his thin shoulders, Yan Beiqi paused again and turned to look at Qin Yichuan.

“I, I’ll go out and get some water to drink.” Qin Yipour was stunned for a moment, then turned around and walked out of the bedroom with his bag, and closed the door.

Just now, she seemed to see a shallow scar on Yan Beiqi’s shoulder. Is this left over from domestic violence as a child, or during the period of being a problem girl?

For a while, Qin Yichuan realized that he just said that he liked something, but he had never really understood Yan Beiqi.

I have always just wanted to find my own sense of existence in her, but I rarely think from her standpoint.

Suddenly, Qin Yipuan understands why some people say that her works look wonderful but wonderful, but if you read it carefully, you will find that the people she has created are a bit too paper-based and not human enough. The shaping appears simple and crude and one-sided.

She herself lived a very simple and rude life.

After a while, the bedroom door opened.

Yan Beiqi appeared there wearing a black casual outfit with a paper bag.

She looked at Qin Yipian, then lowered her head, closed the door gently, and walked out slowly.

Her series of movements and eyes looked very cautious, like a small animal hiding in a cave and looking out to spy on the surrounding enemies, but was reluctant to come out.

After all, it was the first time that she had exposed herself with all her flaws like this.

After going out, Yan Beiqi looked around, then silently pulled up his hat and put it on top of his head.

After arriving at the gate of the community, Qin Yipun stretched out his hand to stop the car, and after sitting in the back row with Yan Beiqi, Qin Yipun said to the driver, “Changqi No. 7 People’s Hospital, thank you.”

After Yan Beiqi heard it, he couldn’t help turning his head to look at her: “How did Mr. Qin know that he was going there?”

Her voice was hoarse.

“Huh?” Qin Yi turned his head to look at her after listening, “I actually… I actually saw your inspection report on the night of your birthday. It’s just… I don’t think you want to be known very much. , so I didn’t say it.”

She had heard that many people with mental illnesses like to lock themselves up and wish they would never be discovered.

In this way, Yan Beiqi will ask her for help, which is already a very big step.

“The seventh hospital? That mental hospital, right?” At this time, the driver in front of him put one hand on the steering wheel, turned his face, grinned, and asked casually.

After Yan Beiqi heard this, she was stunned for a while, and her hand on her lap began to tremble again. She tilted her head, and before she knew it, she had clenched her fist and stared sharply at the driver in the driver’s seat.

“It’s not just for mental illness…” Qin Yichuan hurriedly held Yan Beiqi’s hand and glanced at the driver.

“Hey, it’s not a cure for a mental illness, it’s a cure for a disease.” The driver smiled, then turned the car around.

Qin Yipuan was afraid that the more he said, the more irritating Yan Beiqi would become, so he stopped talking, but held Yan Beiqi’s hand firmly, for fear that she would do something strange.

After getting out of the car, Qin Yipuan trotted forward and walked beside Yan Beiqi: “I tell you, don’t listen to the nonsense of those who don’t know much.”

Yan Beiqi didn’t speak, just pulled his hat and nodded again.

“Let’s go. Let’s go to the doctor, and when we go back, I’ll accompany you whatever you want.” Then, Qin Yichuan took her arm and walked to the door of the hospital.

The weather looks fine today, the trees around look extraordinarily green, even though the temperature is still low.

There are several buildings in the hospital, including a mental rehabilitation center for the elderly, as well as children’s, etc., which are very carefully divided.

Finally, Qin Yipun accompanied Yan Beiqi into one of the buildings.

“I have suicidal tendencies, and they will recommend that I be hospitalized.” Yan Beiqi whispered after entering.

“Then you…” Qin Yipuan’s mind froze for a while.

“I will live. I have already figured out everything just now.” Yan Beiqi spoke again.

“No, it doesn’t matter, I will accompany you.” Qin Yichuan supported her arm.

“This is for you.” After Yan Beiqi finished speaking, he took out a bunch of things from his pocket.

There was a key, nail clippers, and a knife on it. Then, Yan Beiqi handed the things to Qin Yipian.

“Huh?” Qin Yichuan looked at the thing she handed over, a little confused.

“I can’t bring sharp objects on me.” After Yan Beiqi finished speaking, he put the bunch of keys in Qin Yipour’s hand.

“I will cooperate well with the doctor.” After Yan Beiqi said the last sentence, he walked forward.

Qin Yichuan looked at her thin but still straight back, holding the things in her hands, her whole body tense.

As Yan Beiqi had expected, after a series of questions and examinations, the doctor strongly advised her to be hospitalized.

At first, she was only mildly anxious, and later, she became moderately anxious, and now, she also has depression, and the two things sometimes alternately occur, and occasionally they are mixed, which is why she is so unhappy. Better to die.

In fact, she had long expected that it should be almost like this.

Therefore, she is afraid of many things, and the more precious she feels, the more afraid of contact.

After a while, Yan Beiqi finished the procedure and walked to the ward with the medical staff.

The doctor said that her perseverance had an extraordinary strength. If the average person’s condition reaches her level, it may already be… In short, her hope for recovery is still very high.

Then she, let’s just believe it again.

However, as she walked, she stopped and looked back at Qin Yipun, who was following behind with a worried expression on her face.

Putting his hands in his pockets, Yan Beiqi stared at the ground steadily: “Teacher Qin, please rest assured, this is not a terminal illness, nor is it a life or death. And this is a hospital, so I will be fine.”

The reason why I chose to be hospitalized is to prevent myself from having extreme emotions again, and then I can’t control myself.

After all, she couldn’t predict and couldn’t believe that she had the perseverance not to do that kind of thing.

Just hearing her voice made Qin Yipuan feel very uncomfortable, thinking about what he said before, the more he blamed himself. When I heard the words “life and death”, it was even more difficult to suppress. Holding the bunch of keys, Qin Yipour’s nose instantly turned sour.

In the end, Qin Yipeng took a breath, then trotted over, threw himself into Yan Beiqi’s arms and hugged her, lightly grabbed the clothes on her back with ten fingers, tightening them a little bit, she had never done this before. Uneasy too.

She doesn’t know, doesn’t understand.

She only knew that there was a knife under Yan Beiqi’s pillow, but this alone made her unable to pretend that nothing happened, and she couldn’t calm down. It would be great if she was also a doctor. In this way, she could become strong and proficient in this field she did not understand, and then lead Yan Beiqi to overcome all obstacles. But she is not, but she will definitely learn more about it.

Finally, Yan Beiqi opened her mouth, slowly released the gas accumulated in her chest, lowered her head and said in her ear, “Mr. Qin, I promised you, I will not disappear, I will do what I say.”

She still wants to live and see her teacher Qin as much as possible.

I want to see Mr. Qin regain his confidence in writing, to see Mr. Qin continue to be arrogant and cool in the literary circle, to see Mr. Qin’s smile, and to see Mr. Qin’s messy but cute dances.

After all, this person was the one who made her understand for the first time in her short life what it means to be heartbroken.

So, of course she will try her best to make herself better.