Very good, what is this for?"

Zhang Xiaojian felt that this question was a little weird, so he raised his eyebrows.

Zheng Jiakai also felt that his question was a bit abrupt, if it was replaced by Luo Tengfei, who could speak well, it was estimated that he would be able to pull out a basket of reasons.

But Zheng Jiakai is obviously not a person who can be full of nonsense, he actually looked at Zhang Xiaojian and said very bluntly: "My sister is good." ”

......

？？？

Zhang Xiaojian looked confused.

Zheng Jiakai coolly dribbled the basketball a few times, and he said again: "My sister is sick." ”

Zhang Xiaojian: "......"

"No, Brother Zheng Jiakai, why did you come up so cool at this time, can you say it all?"

"What's good, what's sick... Why is it good to be sick?"

Zheng Jiakai thought about it, threw a hollow ball into the net, thought about it carefully, and said, "I don't seem to understand." ”

Zhang Xiaojian was almost angry.

Zheng Jiakai said that my sister was good before, because he thought Zhang Xiaojian was also good.

And I remembered the scene in the hospital before, in the sun, Zheng Jiaxuan, who was sitting on a chair, stretched out one leg and put it on the white sheet, and Zhang Xiaojian, who was sitting on the side, was rubbing her ankles.

Maybe this is just an ordinary scene that is a little ambiguous to others.

But for Zheng Jiakai, isn't this fate...

If Zheng Jiaxuan and Zhang Xiaojian can come together and try, it is actually something that he, a brother, would like to see.

It's just that after the ankle incident that day, Zhang Xiaojian and Ye Mozhu fell in love quickly, and Zheng Jiaxuan was actually not interested in Zhang Xiaojian, so it was just his thought as a brother, and subjectively said that my sister is good.

And my sister is sick.. It's really sick.

Zheng Jiakai organized a language for a long time, and a sentence popped up: "She has mental illness." ”

Zhang Xiaojian's eyes widened, full of questions: "What disease?"

Zheng Jiakai said: "The disease that can't be touched by people, because there are too many people who touch the corpse." ”

......

After hearing this, Zhang Xiaojian finally understood the meaning of all Zheng Jiakai's previous words, because he also remembered the scene where Zheng Jiaxuan asked him to rub his ankles...

Zheng Jiakai said again: "She went to see a psychiatrist, and the doctor said that you can help her treat." ”

"Uh, how?"

Zheng Jiakai ran to pick up the basketball and ran back, looking very unanxious, I don't know if it was because Zheng Jiaxuan's illness had been for many years, and they had become accustomed to it.

While shooting the ball, Zheng Jiakai said calmly: "Touch her." ”

Zhang Xiaojian: "......"

Zheng Jiakai said again: "Or touch her." ”

"Are you going to be her brother?"

Zheng Jiakai nodded: "Yes, brother." ”

......

In fact, if it weren't for Zheng Jiaxuan who kept stopping him, and Zhang Xiaojian had just fallen in love not long ago, Zheng Jiakai would have made this suggestion a long time ago - let Zhang Xiaojian touch her, or touch her....

Because Zhang Xiaojian will not trigger Zheng Jiaxuan's stress response.

Mental illness is a strange thing, no matter what kind of instrument or medicine, if you can't get over it, you can't get over it. Psychologists can only help with counseling, drugs can only assist them, and some psychological problems can indeed be gradually alleviated and cured.

But Zheng Jiaxuan has little hope of being cured, because she has been treated for several years but has not seen any change.

White gloves, greasy touches, sharp blades, and bloody images.

She would always dream of being dissected by herself, or touching a corpse touching herself, so that later in real life, whenever someone else actively touched her skin, she would have a strong disgust and a knee-jerk stress reaction.

Zhang Xiaojian was able to touch her ankle without causing this reaction, and the psychiatrist said that it was most likely because in the fire, Zheng Jiaxuan was originally highly focused on other things, and was touched without knowing it, but when he reacted later, he found that it seemed to be nothing, thus opening a window.

But then Zheng Jiakai also tried, Zheng Jiaxuan still had a stress reaction, and the psychiatrist analyzed that because each person brought her different touches, other touches would still cause her to have a heart attack, but she seemed to be able to only accept Zhang Xiaojian's touch....

Therefore, if Zhang Xiaojian touches her more and lets her try the feeling of being touched more, it seems that it is really feasible to cooperate with the doctor's guidance....

It's just that Zhang Xiaojian in the basketball court doesn't know these now, he stood on the basketball court with a surprised face, watching Zheng Jiakai score another shot and was completely speechless.

Zheng Jiakai didn't pick up the ball this time, but turned his head to look at Zhang Xiaojian: "Well, don't think too much, it's just an ordinary touch." ”

Seeing that Zhang Xiaojian hadn't answered yet.

Zheng Jiakai ran out of tricks, went to the bag and took out his mobile phone.

He was afraid that he wouldn't understand, so he specially asked a psychiatrist to record the audio, but now he found that he really couldn't understand it, so he had to take the recording to Zhang Xiaojian.

Then, he continued to play, and the sound of slapping the ball resounded through the arena.

Zhang Xiaojian sat on a bench not far away and heard an extremely professional explanation.

After listening, he looked at Zheng Jiakai, who was making free throws again, and said, "This drama is a bit vulgar." ”

Zheng Jiakai, who is not very good at words, said: "Life is always more dramatic than drama." ”

Well, this is a book he read yesterday, fortunately I remembered it not long after reading it, and he was very satisfied with this sentence, and made another free throw, and this time he finally missed the free throw.

The basketball was ejected after touching the basket and stumbled to Zhang Xiaojian's feet.

Zhang Xiaojian pondered for a moment and said, "It's still not very good?"

Zheng Jiakai replied: "What age is this?" ”

Also to the...

At this time, Zhang Xiaojian's phone rang, and when he picked up the phone, it was the staff of the Sword Charity Foundation, obviously they were ready to go, and he was the big boss.

Telling them to come directly to the gym, Zhang Xiaojian said, "I'm going to the hospital in a while." ”

"Charitable funds?"

"Hmm. ”

"I'm with you. ”

"Good. ”

While speaking, Zheng Jiakai wiped his sweat again, walked to Zhang Xiaojian, sat beside him and asked, "Why do you dare to go?"

Zhang Xiaojian: "......"

After the fire, Zhang Xiaojian helped many victims who suffered burns in the fire through Yan Ci's hands and his own money.

Zheng Jiakai also helped Yan Ci for a few days, but Zhang Xiaojian never appeared, not because he wanted to be a shopkeeper because he took the money, but because Zhang Xiaojian didn't dare to look at the burned victims.

Just like a few years ago, after Huaxia encountered some natural disasters, he didn't even dare to turn on the TV, not that sympathy was overflowing, and he would cry sadly, just because he felt very uncomfortable and very uncomfortable when he looked at those pictures, and that's it.

The reason why he was going today was not great, firstly, because he wanted Yan Ci to have more time to study the matter of investment, and secondly, in the morning, he did find that the subordinate employees in the Sword Walk Charity Fund were a little demoralized.

So he faced Zheng Jiakai's question, thinking about Zheng Jiakai's previous life that was always more dramatic than drama, and he took a handful of literary and artistic skills: "People always have to learn things that they couldn't face and face before." ”

When Zheng Jiakai heard this, he said, "Well, don't forget about my sister." ”

“......”

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