Xinya didn't ask, and I didn't have the courage to tell her the results of the DNA test, even though she seemed to accept the fact that Wenwen's child was my own flesh and blood.

However, Wenwen behaved more provocatively after the DNA results came out, and it was she who took the initiative to tell Xinya about the test results.

Human feelings and psychology are really difficult to fathom.

When Xinya refused to admit that Wenwen's child was related to me, she kept persuading me to accept the reality and recognize Wenwen's child, saying that it would not be too late to clear up the relationship when it was proved that the child really had nothing to do with me. But when this possible fact became ironclad, Xinya had no more words and no longer commented, whether at work or at home, there were many fewer words.

Perhaps this is the most psychologically difficult moment for me since my wife passed away for so many years. In the past, whether it was out of luck or self-confidence, I was still relatively optimistic, firmly believing that things would come out one day, and it would definitely prove that I had been wronged.

But the current result is not like that, the DNA report is laid out in black and white, and I suddenly find that I can't raise my head in front of anyone, especially in front of Xinya, Wenwen and Guimei, who know the inside story.

Such a psychological and mental state must be externalized in daily words and deeds and physical changes, and Gui Mei took the lead in piercing this layer of window paper.

"You have been in a problem lately, you miss your wife too much, or are you worried about the children?" Gui Mei came to my office, and she didn't hide anything, she asked me directly, with a sympathetic and sad expression.

"Both. "I don't know what kind of psychology I should have lied and said that there was nothing wrong, but I didn't, but happily admitted it, not only admitting that I missed my wife especially during this time, but also admitted that I was troubled by the problems of my children.

"It's very easy to give up certain material things, it's really hard to get rid of a consciousness, to get rid of an obsession, especially emotionally. ”

Even though I was in a bad mood, Guimei's words made me look at her with admiration.

I thought that a young girl could have such a deep cognition, and there were obviously a lot of vicissitudes precipitated in this cognition.

When she wanted to praise her, she grabbed the front, and then said: "So, I don't object to your sick obsession with your deceased wife, perseverance, maybe you can do this." As for the child's affairs, since it has come to this point, there is nothing to worry about, accept the result calmly, the process is no longer important, and you know that the process can't change the facts. ”

I have to admit that what Gui Mei said makes sense, but I haven't had a serious communication with my wife about her reluctance and bondage, she is not a roundworm in my stomach, why do I always look like a fortune teller?

But I still didn't quite accept the yellow-haired girl in front of me: "What do you want to say?"

Gui Mei smiled ghostly: "You should be able to understand what I say, or pretend not to understand." If you really don't understand, you'll understand sooner or later. ”

"What are you? like a tongue twister, in the clouds. "I made myself look like I understood, but I pretended not to understand and disdain to talk to a child who didn't know much about the world, but in fact, I really didn't understand what Gui Mei wanted to say.

"Alright, let's not guess at each other. Cheer up, otherwise I will feel uncomfortable to see you depressed and depressed like this. Gui Mei stopped, looked at me with wide eyes for 10 seconds, and said, "I said I was distressed, believe me?"

I forced myself to laugh, picked up a magazine on the table, made a gesture to throw her, and kicked Gui Mei out of the office.

Gui Mei didn't mean to dodge, didn't speak again, and turned away sadly.

When I got home in the evening, Xinya didn't talk much and was depressed, so I had to hide in the study on the second floor every morning, looking at the portrait of my wife on the wall, and burning incense for my wife one after another, and I didn't know what I said.

Xinya sometimes goes upstairs, probably not at ease to go up to check, and when she sees me standing respectfully in front of the incense altar, she doesn't say anything like before, just stands silently for a while and goes down.

When I realized that it was not normal, I could no longer contact Xinya, and the phone was always turned off.

That day in class, Xinya said that she wanted to talk to me about work. Usually she usually talks to me about big things or things she can't decide, and usually they talk for 30 minutes. This time, Xinya chatted with me for 2 hours, told me about the company's recent situation and those outstanding matters in detail, and finally recorded them all on two pieces of A4 paper like a handover and handed them to me as a memo.

At the time, I thought about why Xinya was so verbose today. It wasn't until I was nowhere to be seen after work and couldn't get through to her phone at night that I realized her abnormality during the day.

Tactfully asked several department managers of the company, including Wenwen, but they didn't come up with the information I wanted.

When I went back in the evening, I didn't eat dinner, and I sat there all the time, wondering, of course, more worried, worried that something would happen to Xinya, especially what the psychiatrist said about her was a hallism or a split personality.

When Xinya was there, I thought she was watching me too closely, and I didn't hear from her for a few hours, so I didn't expect that I would be six gods and no master. When I remembered that the last week Xinya had hurriedly put up protective bars on the windows on the second floor without consulting me, I immediately had a sense of foreboding.

I was fidgeting there when there was a knock at the door.

My first reaction was that Xinya was back, so I quickly got up and ran to the door, but I was deflated again when I got to the door. Because Xinya has the key to the door, she usually won't knock on the door.

"Why are you?" I pulled the door open, and it was Gui Mei standing in the doorway.

"What are you doing at such a late hour?"

"Why can't I come?" said Gui Mei, looking happy.

"By the way, where Sister Xinya has gone, do you know?" I remembered that I didn't ask Guimei about Xinya's whereabouts during the day.

Gui Mei crossed her arms on her chest: "Hmph!

Listening to this tone, I should know where Xinya went.

"Okay, come in, come in!" I was as happy as a lost child who had suddenly found a home.

"I'll tell you first, I'm staying with you tonight. Gui Mei threw herself into the couch.

"No kidding, tell me where Xinya went?"

"Didn't I tell you? She said she was going out and let me stay here for the night, and I would lock the door and hide the key. Gui Mei is clearly enthusiastic about the task.

"What about her, where did she go?" I really wasn't in the mood to catch mice with Guimei.

"I can't tell you where it went, because she didn't. ”

"Then why doesn't she turn on her phone?"

Gui Mei probably didn't realize that Xinya went out to turn off her mobile phone: "You didn't turn on your phone?

"The phone you dialed...... didn't have to finish listening, Gui Mei hung up the phone, looked sideways at the ceiling, and rolled her eyes.

"Didn't she say anything else?"

"Don't worry!" Gui Mei was still meditating: "Could it be that she is still on the plane, so she turns it off?"

"I called her when I didn't see her when I got off work, it's been a few hours, how can I still be on the plane?"

"You come with me," Gui Mei entered the room where Xinya was sleeping, "Where is the box she usually uses on business trips?"

I looked up at the top of the cabinet and saw that her usual box wasn't on it, and I had put it on for her.

"It doesn't seem to be there. I pointed to the top of the closet.

"With such a long shutdown, it's likely that I've gone abroad. "I don't know if Gui Mei said this to me or to himself.