Sitting at home after work is like being confined, Xinya still "doesn't understand" me to tell her stories.

It's okay, there is nothing to do, why not relive old dreams.

"At that time, I regretted it very much after the call, which made you worry outside and couldn't work with peace of mind. Xinya rubbed the corners of her eyes with her knuckles and said bitterly.

My wife had some menstrual irregularities when she was alive, and her stomach hurt before every menstrual holiday, and I was still working abroad that year, and I received a call from her in the middle of the night, and I immediately had a premonition that something was wrong. My wife cried on the phone and said that she was in so much pain that it didn't work to lie on the corner of the table and push her stomach hard, and asked me why it was so serious this time, would it hurt to death?

I know that my wife's menstrual irregularities and dysmenorrhea are problematic, and I usually endure it and get over, or I run out to buy some painkillers when I am at home to relieve it temporarily. But I never expected it to be so serious this time.

"I'm really sorry, wife, it's all my fault, I'm not by your side at a critical time, I can't help anything, what should I do?

My wife didn't care about answering me, only heard the other end of the phone "hiss--- oops----

"Why don't you call 120 to go to the hospital? Do you have any painkillers at home?" I was worried, sad, anxious, distressed, guilty, but it didn't help, it was my wife who suffered, and there was no one around me to take her to the hospital.

"Wife, bear with it, you must insist, I will call 120 to pick you up. ”

"Don't! don't call 120. The wife was angry: "Talk to you, it's much better now, don't call 120! My daughter is sleeping, don't wake her up." ”

I think that my wife's pain at that time did not diminish much, but endured it, stood up, and did not want to alarm my daughter to sleep, and the fear of leaving my daughter alone at home at night and waking up in the middle of the night to find that her mother was not by her side is unimaginable for my wife.

If you can be by her side, let her pinch as usual, or go out to help her buy back painkillers, or call 120, it will not be a problem. The problem is that I am now thousands of miles away, except for repeatedly saying sorry, I can't share any pain from my wife, and I can't solve any practical difficulties!

My wife later told me that she regretted making that call and made me scared.

But now, under Xinya's entanglement, I told her about this incident at that time, and similar words came out of Xinya's mouth, and I was really shocked again.

"Who did you just say regretted calling?" I reminded myself to stay calm and not to disturb Xinya in a trance, and just asked softly.

"You've just gone overseas, and your work hasn't opened up yet, and someone wants to take the opportunity to get you out of the way, so I shouldn't distract you. Xinya lowered her head, looking very remorseful.

I don't know what kind of expression I have, but at least my eyes are wide like marbles and my mouth is open like a hippopotamus.

"Xinya! I'm talking about my wife!" I finally couldn't help it, and I said word by word: "There's nothing wrong with you here!"

"Why is it none of my business?" Xinya looked up.

"You're not my wife, okay!" I was a little anxious, and I couldn't help but raise my voice.

"I ......" Xinya looked around with wide eyes as if she had just woken up from a dream, as if she had suddenly arrived in a completely unfamiliar environment, and returned to the room where she slept without a sound.

I was so disturbed by Xinya that my thoughts and emotions were chaotic, and it took me a long time before I remembered to knock on her door.

After all, Xinya escaped death from a serious car accident and had complete amnesia at one point.

"Xinya, are you alright? angry?" I called out to her through the door.

"Xinya, come out!"

Still no response.

I was worried that something would happen to Xinya, so I pushed the door and went in, and found Xinya sitting in front of the dresser with headphones. must be listening to the song "Meng Po's Bowl" sung by Wei Jiayi again.

......

I want to carry the memories of this life with me

Find you in reincarnation

Hold you forever and not (again) separate

Thinking of you makes my heart flutter

Smashed and choked his throat

Waved his hand and knocked over Meng Po's bowl

Fell to the ground and shattered in half

Meng Po, she will be merciful to me

Don't let my soul fly in the wind

My love surrounds you

Snuggle up to each other in the afterlife

Thinking of you makes my heart flutter

Smashed and choked his throat

Waved his hand and knocked over Meng Po's bowl

Fell to the ground and shattered in half

How can I forget to linger with you

How can you discard the shackles that bind you

Just to be able to get back that red thread

Continue the relationship

Since Xinya arrived at the company, I found that this song is Xinya's favorite, especially when she is alone, she will listen to it very devotedly, and even burst into tears.

Xinya also recommended this song to me. Indeed, Wei Jiayi's slightly hoarse voice and crying singing voice well interpret the perseverance and poignant state of mind that the lyrics want to express.

When I got closer, I found that Xinya really had the lyrics of this song in front of me, and I was deeply intoxicated, and I didn't notice my arrival at all.

"Why are you listening to this song again?"

Even though I patted her on the shoulder lightly, Xinya was startled. The moment she hurriedly stood up, her face was full of tears again.

Probably my expression reminded her, Xinya quickly wiped her eyes with the back of her two hands, smiled awkwardly, and said, "Sorry, I didn't pay attention to you coming in." ”

Worried that Xinya would be embarrassed, I didn't say anything more, but I kept thinking about where to take Xinya to check again. The psychiatrist I found last time was said to have good qualifications, but he didn't seem to get to the point.

"Xinya, can you tell me why you like to listen to this song so much?"

From the lyrics and poignant melody of this song, it always makes people feel that Xinya's emotional experience is not so simple, otherwise, how could an unmarried woman with a blank emotional experience be fascinated by this song?

I would like to take the opportunity to learn more about these details of Xinya's usual life, and then tell the psychologist that it will definitely be conducive to the expert's judgment of Xinya's condition.

Xinya stood up, rubbed her eyes, her nose didn't seem to be smooth, and replied reluctantly, "I don't know, I just like it." ”

"And what do you think of when you listen to this song?"

"Will I think of ......it," Xinya glanced up at me and immediately flashed her gaze, "Actually, I didn't think about anything, my mind was messy, and I couldn't figure it out." ”

Xinya's face was very red, and I think Xinya didn't tell the truth.

"What came to mind? Don't you even believe me?"

"Hallucination. ”

"What kind of hallucination? There's always a content, right? Is it a person, an object, or a scene in the hallucination?"

Xinya froze for a few seconds, took off her headphones and threw them on the dresser, a little irritated: "Oops, don't ask again." ”

"Don't worry, I'll ask you another question. "I feel that Xinya's déjà vu, her trance, her blind substitution, and even the unpredictable prophet must be related to her hallucinations that she won't say.

"Did you like to listen to this song before the car accident?"

Xinya shook her head and said, she didn't know.