"It's not like that. Zhou Ziliang tried to reassure her, "It's really not like this, it's not your fault." None of us want to see something like this happen, but in the summer, you can't resist with your own happiness. ”

Summer barely knew what else to tell him, and the two of them had their own opinions. are not willing to back down, so even if the quarrel is until tomorrow, there will be no result.

She tried hard to speak, but just by looking at her expression, Zhou Ziliang knew what she wanted to say. So he hurriedly stopped Summer and held her hand more tightly.

"Let's all calm down, summer, you can't make me accept it all at once, always give me a little time. ”

The words that Summer wanted to say were already choked in his throat, but because he suddenly softened his tone. Summer felt that she was softening her heart again, knowing that there would be no results if it went on like this, but she couldn't help but be soft-hearted.

After Zhou Ziliang left, her whole body seemed to be out of strength. Softly poured down on the bed, which was a soft and delicate quilt.

Half of his cheeks were still a little hot, and Summer turned over, curled up his whole body in the quilt, and fell into a deep sleep.

He couldn't predict what the future would hold, and he couldn't force her to do anything. Many, many wonderful things may happen in the future, but as I once heard, tomorrow or accident, you always don't know which will come first.

The two of them were silent for more than half a month, and they didn't take the initiative to mention this matter again. Summer indulges in trusting him, waiting for him to give himself an answer.

He has always been a self-disciplined person, able to control his actions and distinguish between the important and the important. So Summer knew, he would definitely figure it out.

And the last few days are regarded as the last days between them. Even if we never see each other again, we will be strangers at the end of the world, and we will be at peace.

After the first cold was over, the sky gradually warmed up.

Tong Yan no longer put all her thoughts on being sad for her child, and she began to learn many ways to cook and dim sum from her aunt.

Even if he tried to please Wen Zhaohan every time, in the end, he would get his cold gaze and indifferent attitude. But Tong Yan still refused to give up, she just wanted to use her own efforts to prove that she really didn't have Zhou Ziliang in her heart.

But Wen Zhaohan became more and more presumptuous, and he would see Tong Yan's flattery and efforts as a lack of heart. Will deliberately criticize the worthlessness of the meals and snacks she prepares, brushing away in her tears and silence.

Because he would punch her up every time after a hangover, Tong Yan's body began to be full of wounds. Winter passed, the heating was turned on in the house, and the wounds on her body became more and more difficult to cover.

So she stayed at home more and more, and she never went out when others asked her out.

But Wen Zhaohan became more and more arrogant, and would even bring other women home in front of Tong Yan. took another woman and occupied their bedroom, and Tong Yan could only humbly escape to the second bedroom.

But he still refused to let her go, and every time he lay on the bed in the second bedroom. She could hear the sticky sounds of the next room, the harsh sounds that kept drilling into her ears.

No matter how much she dodged, she couldn't escape.

She asked herself again and again, why did she bear all this, since she no longer had any feelings, and it didn't do the other party any good. Why do you have to endure his cold violence and stubbornly stay in this house.

Tong Yan always comforted herself again and again because she owed him. Because she killed Wen Mengfan, she must pay for it.

He may have just been waiting for him to pass this time. will converge and return home.

But as time passed, Tong Yan gradually found that he began to change.

Increasingly unable to concentrate, her aunt taught her to make snacks and dishes. Obviously, he is already proficient in it, and he can do it very proficiently. But when cooking, I can't help but be in a daze, and my mind is a mess.

It will bake the bread at the wrong time and make a mess in the oven. will also be in a daze when stir-frying, the fire in the pot is ignited, almost burning the hair on her forehead, and she will always accidentally cut her fingers when chopping vegetables.

She didn't know what was wrong with her, as if all her abilities were gradually regressing.

She became more and more restless, more and more frightened. I would always be awakened by nightmares in the middle of the night, and the scene of Wen Mengfan jumping from the stairs when he committed suicide came to my mind over and over again came to mind.

Then a person lay on the cold bed, wrapped in the quilt tightly and looked at the cold moonlight outside the window. Shivering, there was no one to confide in, no one to comfort her in the middle of the night when she was afraid.

Tong Yan felt that she was about to be driven crazy by this repeated repeat, she looked up these symptoms on the Internet, and the general conclusion was that she was suffering from depression.

She searched for relevant information on the Internet, and depression was mainly manifested by symptoms such as persistent low mood, loss of interest or loss of pleasure, decreased energy, self-blame and low self-esteem, little speech and low movement, pessimism and despair, decreased diet, difficulty falling asleep or waking up early.

It's the positive she's encountering now, but ...... Something seems to be wrong.

Wen Zhaohan always refused to go home on the grounds that he was busy with work, and Tong Yan was even more paranoid and refused to see anyone, forcing himself into a blind corner, constantly circulating, but he couldn't get out.

There are cherry blossoms in the community, and when she opened the window, she smelled the rich fragrance of flowers.

Looking at the delicate flowers, it seems that there is still the power of life. Tong Yan didn't know what he was thinking, so he put on his clothes in a daze and went downstairs alone.

There are old men and old ladies in the community who are exercising, and there are children happily playing with the amusement facilities. Everything is the way it is, nothing has changed, Tong Yan is trying hard to make herself laugh and live a normal life as before.

But this effort to actively mobilize my emotions did not make this situation better. She seemed to be sick, haggard, melancholy, in a trance, hazy and hazy without knowing what day it was.

Stay at home all day long, and even rely on aunt reminders to eat and sleep. Staying in one room all the time, looking at the outside world in a daze.

Occasionally, she would read a few books on psychology. Then he took out a brush and rice paper, hoping to calm his mind by practicing calligraphy. But it couldn't be done at all, as if all the writing skills learned in those years had faded. The writing is getting messier and messier, and even the most basic words can't be written at all.

Her hands were always shaking weakly, and when she thought about something, she would freeze in an instant. After reacting, I didn't know what I was pondering, and all the images in my mind were frame by frame, distorted and distorted.

She felt like she was locked up in a completely dark room, completely cut off from the outside world.

The world was pitch black, she couldn't see herself, she couldn't see anyone.

Tong Yan began to wonder if she really lived in this world. Or maybe she has long been abandoned by this world, and everything now is just a nightmare for her, and she will be disillusioned when she wakes up.

She waited at home for a long time, and finally waited for Wen Zhaohan to come back.

At that time, she was already in a daze, and when she saw him, even her eyes were flowery. So I don't know what the expression on his face is, I just know that I can't pounce on him and hug him with all my might, as if I have grasped the last straw.

Tong Yan trembled weakly and cried: "Wen Zhaohan...... I saw Wen Mengfan, I saw her...... I really saw her, I was so scared......"

Wen Zhaohan's hand lightly covered her cheek, and there were mixed emotions in his eyes. Immediately, he comforted her: "What nonsense are you talking about, Mengfan is long gone." Are you having nightmares?"

Tong Yan's eyes gradually cleared, and sweat was on her forehead. I tried hard to take a look at the whole house, and then I realized that she had been at home all along, never left, but those nightmares trapped her.

So she had no choice but to nod weakly and cry and said, "Wen Zhaohan, I seem to have depression, can you accompany me to see a doctor?"

His face glowed with crescent white in the light, and he was still as handsome and straight as before.

Wen Zhaohan suddenly reached out and hugged her waist, and smiled very heartily. The smile was very warm, as if he had traveled through time and space and met Wen Zhaohan in college. He was still the gentle boy and had never changed.

He said: "You're thinking nonsense again, too, it's normal for you to stay at home all day now, and it's normal to be cranky." ”

"No, I really have depression. Tong Yan cried and shook his head, hoping that he could pay attention to his current situation.

Wen Zhaohan gently stroked her cheek, "Okay, I will spend more time with you in the future." When I have time in the afternoon, I will accompany you to the doctor. ”

In the afternoon he drove her to the hospital and had a check-up. The doctor said that she was indeed depressed, so she needed to actively mobilize her emotions to keep her mood happy.

After returning home, Wen Zhaohan took out a lot of medicine. said that these are all medicines for depression, Tong Yan frowned and said that he didn't want to take it, and his face would be gloomy instantly.

Tong Yan rarely felt such care from him, although he didn't want to ruin the fun, so he had to obediently obey his words and still put all the drugs into his stomach.

But at night, she still has nightmares.

In the dream, the figure of Wen Mengfan falling from the upper floor appeared over and over again, and the whole room was filled with a ghostly atmosphere. She dreamed that she was in a patch of red snow, and the hard snowflakes blocked her nose and mouth, and she wanted to call for help, but she couldn't.

"Tong Yan, Tong Yan, wake up, ......"

She felt her body shake and open her eyes. In front of her was Wen Zhaohan's face, and her whole body was wet with sweat.

He asked her, "Are you okay, you've been crying and saying no and sorry, are you having nightmares again?"

Tears welled up in Tong Yan's eyes almost instantly, and she reached out and hugged his neck tightly. Tears were pouring down, and the heartbeat in her chest seemed so weak that every breath she had to breathe hard.