"Suicide?" He Jiayi's voice came from the other end of the phone.

Shen Zhiyu is sitting in an empty room. Night falls outside the window. He doesn't turn on the light and sticks his mobile phone to his ear.

"Well, fortunately it was discovered in time."

"God..." he Jiayi can't believe it: "why did he commit suicide? Didn't he be well before?"

Shen Zhiyu rubbed his sour brow: "this is where I am distressed. I can't guess what he is thinking, and he doesn't want to tell me."

"Encounter..." he Jiayi hesitated and said: "I think... There may be something wrong with his psychology, otherwise, please ask a psychologist to help him."

psychologist.

Thinking of what happened before, Shen Zhi is still palpitating.

"No... last time I asked him for a psychologist, his reaction was already great. If I asked him to hang up again, I'm afraid he will be more serious."

"He is going to commit suicide. Is there anything more serious than that?"

Shen Zhiyu was suddenly silent.

Hearing that he didn't speak, he Jiayi asked again, "do you know your family?"

Shen Zhiyu replied, "I haven't informed them yet. I'm afraid they're worried."

"Don't you tell them yet?" He Jiayi raised her voice and scolded: "if you don't say it now, go to the back of Xiabei, and if something really happens, do you plan to take responsibility one by one? Can you be spared by your family? "

"No, it won't be..." Shen Zhiyu's tone was firm: "I won't let Beiqing have something to do!"

"All right, all right, whatever you want." He Jiayi was a little angry.

After hanging up the phone, Shen Zhiyu opens the address book and turns to Yang Shao's number. His fingertips stay on the screen and he can't press it down.

Do you really want to hire a psychiatrist for Beiqing again?

But he Jiayi is right. The North incline has already committed suicide. Is there a more serious situation?

After a moment's hesitation, Shen Zhiyu's fingers still went down.

After calling, Shen Zhiyu walks out of the room and finds that the food on the table is not passive at all. Shen Zhiyu carries the food and goes straight into Xia Beiqing's room.

According to the usual time, he should be reading, but at this moment, he is still sitting in a wheelchair, head tilted, eyes empty, do not know what to look at.

It was not until he heard the footsteps that he regained his mind and looked at Shen Zhiyu.

Shen Zhiyu brought the food to him, softened his attitude, and said in a soft voice: "North leaning, I don't want to force you. You are obedient. Would you like to have some? As long as you eat, I'll give you whatever you want. "

Xia Beiqing looked at the food in his hand and picked up a pen and paper to write.

——I want to die. Do you agree?

"To the North!" Shen Zhiyu was infuriated instantly: "you... Don't always hold such an idea!"

Xia Beiqing stopped talking.

Shen Zhiyu looked down at the young man's indifferent face. He could only use the method he didn't want to use.

"I haven't told you about your suicide. Chege and Yunci should be very busy. You don't want them to worry about you and run back and forth, do you?"

Hearing this, Xia Beiqing suddenly raised his head and stared at Shen Zhiyu coldly.

In the juvenile's eyes, Shen Zhiyu continued: "if you don't eat well, I'll tell them about it."

Shen Zhiyu picked up the pen beside him. He was so angry that his hands were shaking.

——Mr. Shen, are you threatening me?

"Yes." Shen Zhiyu frankly admitted: "you think it's a threat, that's a threat."