Yan Weicheng is in prison in the United States, and Yan Zi often serves his sentence in China. Liu Meng has no relatives and friends with whom he has dealings except for Yan Zihui.

On the third day after Yan Zihui completed all the formalities, Liu Meng was cremated. They did not hold a memorial service for Liu Meng, but just held a simple farewell ceremony. Su Pei also participated.

After the farewell ceremony, Wu Junke rushed back to the company to deal with business, and Zhao Feng and Su Pei sent Yan Zihui home.

Since Yan Zihui fainted and woke up that day, she has reached the point where she has not said a word, and she has never said a word in a few days, including Wu Junke, who has never heard her say a word.

Yan Zihui returned home, walked into Liu Meng's room with a cardboard box, and packed up her belongings.

Zhao Feng sat outside in the living room, and Su Pei accompanied her to tidy up.

Opening Liu Meng's closet, there are only more than 20 pieces of clothes in Ruoda's closet, which is full of clothes for all seasons, which is obviously disproportionate to the living expenses that Wu Junke gives them every month.

Su Pei put one hand on Yan Zihui's shoulder, and the other hand caressed her back, and she comforted her with tears. "Zihui, do you want to take a break?"

Yan Zihui covered her face with her hands and couldn't stop sobbing.

Su Pei helped Yan Zihui to the side of the chair and sat down, and put the tissue paper in her hand.

Yan Zihui tried to control her emotions. "Su Pei ......"

She was really sad and grief, even though she had arranged the plan last night, but now she was choked up again and again until she couldn't speak.

Yan Zihui said to herself over and over again: Don't cry, it's those who bullied me who should cry!

Su Pei immediately guided her. "Zihui, take a deep breath. ”

Yan Zihui followed Su Pei's guidance and took a deep breath and slowly adjusted. "Su Pei, I'm a sinner, I had a fight with her before my mother left. I said something angry that I shouldn't have said, it's all my fault......"

Yan Zihui took Su Pei's hand, lowered his head and cried again.

"Zihui......" Su Pei just wanted to open his mouth to comfort her, but when he looked down and saw a white envelope under the table, she picked it up.

The envelope reads, "My daughter opened it herself."

"Zihui, did your mother write it to you?"

Su Pei handed the envelope in front of Yan Zihui.

Yan Zihui hesitated, looked at Su Pei, quickly wiped her tears, took the envelope and opened it, and pulled out the paper inside.

On an ordinary piece of white paper, rows of delicate paper come into view.

This is Liu Meng's suicide note to Yan Zihui, she wrote:

Forgive me, my dear daughter, for I have been tormented in this world of suffering, and I am gone.

After reading these few sentences, Yan Zihui hugged the paper and cried until her heart ached.

She covered most of her face with a tissue, and with a trembling hand, she took the paper back in front of her eyes.

I'm gone, please don't be sad for me, sad, I'm a guilty person, and the only way to atone for my sins is to take your pain with my life.

My daughter, I hope you are happy, don't live in cold memories, this world can still bring you a lot of beauty, don't be trapped by those unbearable evils, come out.

The suicide note is not long, one page is at the end, and the final payment is made, and my mother is out of writing.

Yan Zihui cried silently, this suicide note was not the first time she had seen it, she had already entered Liu Meng's room last night and saw this suicide note.

She deliberately threw the suicide note under the table, thinking that Wu Junke would accompany her to come back to clean it up today, and let him find it when the time came. Unexpectedly, it was Su Pei who accompanied her today.

Yan Zihui's head was very confused, and the excessive sadness and the sudden change in the plan made her faint again.

It had been a few hours since Yan Zihui woke up, and she looked around, she was lying on the bed in her room.

She was propping up her body, which was heavy, as if she was strapped to a sandbag.

Yan Zihui got off the ground, and just as he wanted to open the door and go out, he heard the sound of Su Pei and Wu Junke talking.

"Doctor Su, what did you mean by what you just said, what is the situation of Zihui's illness?"

Yan Zihui opened the door a thin slit, but she couldn't see it clearly from her angle, and she could only hear the sound of talking.

"Wu Dong, I'm not sure yet. ”

Su Pei paused. "It's not convenient to talk about it here, I'll go back and think about it, and next time we make an appointment to talk in detail. ”

"Okay, then you go first, I've worked hard for you today. ”

"Okay. ”

After a while, Yan Zihui heard Su Pei opening and closing the door.

Yan Zihui stayed in the room for about ten more minutes before walking out of the door.

Walking to the living room, Wu Junke sat on the sofa.

Wu Junke heard the movement and stood up. "Are you awake?"

"Hmm. For so many days, this was the first word Yan Zihui said to him.

Yan Zihui saw the suicide note on the coffee table in front of the sofa, which meant that Wu Junke still saw it.

Yan Zihui turned around and walked into Liu Meng's room, and Wu Junke followed.

Yan Zihui took out the clothes in the wardrobe one by one, took them off the hanger, folded them neatly, and put them in the cardboard box.

"You go rest, these things are not in a hurry. Wu Junke stood aside.

"It's okay, my mom doesn't have much to do, so I'll clean it up in a while. ”

Yan Zihui held a thick woolen jacket, pressed her face against it, and sniffed it with the tip of her nose.

"I can still smell my mother. ”

Yan Zihui sniffed attentively, and she said secretly to the sweater: Mom, I won't let me die in vain, I want to make everyone who owes us the price!

Wu Junke looked at Yan Zihui's slightly trembling back, and felt indescribable in his heart, this kind of discomfort is not any single emotion.

Wu Junke is not good at comforting, and now he doesn't know how to comfort Yan Zihui.

Yan Zihui loosened her sweater and looked at the empty closet. "Junke, my mother's clothes are so low. She doesn't like to go out on weekdays, and always cooks me this soup and that soup in the kitchen. ”

Yan Zihui turned her back to Wu Junke and packed her clothes weakly. "She said that my health was too poor, and if I got married in the future, I wouldn't have the strength to have children. ”

Yan Zihui laughed bitterly. "Every time she says that, I answer her, who would want me. When she heard my answer, she turned around and wiped her tears. ”

"Zihui ......"

"Junke, you listen to me first. ”

Every time Yan Zihui takes off a piece of clothing, she always has to get close and smell the clothes. "Zhao Feng will send you the living expenses on time every month. You give so much, but my mom always says she can't spend this money indiscriminately. I saw that she had too few clothes and took her to buy clothes, but she was unwilling. I bought it for her and brought it back, but she didn't like people who went out, so she secretly ran out and returned it. ”

When she finished packing her clothes, she turned around. "Mom's suicide note, have you read it?"

"Hmm. Wu Junke nodded.

Yan Zihui smiled hard with tears in her eyes. "Before my mom left, she advised me not to be too attached to you. I was so excited, I didn't listen, I said a lot of hurtful things. ”

Yan Zihui knelt on the ground and sealed the carton with scotch tape. "In the afternoon, I saw her suicide note, and she only wanted me to be happy. ”

Yan Zihui stood up, she walked in front of Wu Junke, and leaned against your Wu Junke's chest.

Wu Junke subconsciously dodged too late.

"Don't hide from me, just this once. Yan Zihui's hands wrapped around Wu Junke's waist.

Wu Junke felt that these words contained a sense of misanthropy. "Don't talk nonsense. ”

"Don't worry, I didn't mean that. My mother is gone, and her biggest wish is for me to live happily. I won't let her down. In the past, let my mother take it away. ”

"Well, you can think so. ”

"Junke, I don't want you anymore. ”

Yan Zihui left Wu Junke's mind. "I'd like to ask you to help me one last time. ”

"Say it. Wu Junke didn't feel relaxed about Yan Zihui's sudden enlightenment, he kept thinking about what Su Pei had just said to her.

"As I told you before, I want a job, and I don't want to spend my life doing nothing all day. Although I thought that I wanted to live well, it was not something that could be freed overnight. I want to fill myself up. ”

Yan Zihui's words were earnest.

"I know, I'll think about it seriously and arrange it for you. ”

"Well, I'll wait for your arrangement. ”

Yan Zihui looked at the clock on the wall. "It's not early, you've been with me for the past few days, you go back and rest. ”

Yan Zihui is back to that empathetic state.

Wu Junke is still not very reassured, after all, such a change is a bit too fast.

"I want to be alone. She wanted to stay alone, because Su Pei's words before leaving made her uneasy.

"I'll stay with you tonight, I'll sleep on the sofa in the living room. Wu Junke was afraid that the night would pass, and it would be another life.

Yan Zihui shook her head. "What if you stay with me all night, if I really don't want to live, I won't be in a hurry for this night. ”

Yan Zihui's words made Wu Junke listen harshly.

"It's going to be fine, you go back, I'm tired and want to sleep. I went back to my room and helped me bring the door when I left. Yan Zihui did not hesitate, and after speaking, he turned around and went back to the room and closed the door.

Wu Junke stood in the living room for a while and left.

Yan Zihui leaned behind the door, heard his door closing, and immediately ran to the window.

She hid behind the curtain and saw Wu Junke go downstairs and drive away.

Yan Zihui dialed Su Pei's phone.

Su Pei picked up the phone. "Zihui, are you awake?"

"Well, wake up. Are you fully booked tomorrow? I want to talk to you. Yan Zihui wants to find out what Su Pei and Wu Junke said.

"You wait, I'll see. ”

The sound of Su Pei running away in slippers came from the phone, and after a while she ran back again. "I've got all my appointments full tomorrow, so let's do that another day. ”

"Can't you push it?" I ...... now," Yan Zihui's voice deliberately frustrated.

"Zihui, as you know, patients are all scheduled in advance, I can't adjust it for a while, and your state should rest first. Su Pei made it clear.

Yan Zihui felt that something was wrong, although Su Pei spoke very politely, but it revealed a different atmosphere.

"Oh, well. I hung up first. Yan Zihui's instinct told her that it was right to hang up the phone first.

Yan Zihui stood in the middle of the room, she thought about Su Pei's words word by word, before she fainted, Su Pei's attitude towards her was not like this, why has it completely changed now.

Yan Zihui bit her fingers, and suddenly she walked to the side of the bed and lifted the sheets that were almost dragged to the ground. Under her bed was full of books, all about psychology.

Although Yan Zihui put the study under the bed, they were all stacked one by one, neatly and neatly, and she put them up in the order in which she looked at them.

She pulled out a few books on her face and looked at them, her heart tightened, and the books had been moved. The order is out of order.

She walked back to the bedside and pulled out a book she had been reading from under the pillow, and she flipped through the pages and saw that the bookmark had the wrong number of pages, and she knew that this one had also been passed.

She tossed the book aside, and on the wind-swept pages of paper, she could see the highlights she had drawn with a highlighter as she made notes on the book.

Yan Zihui felt that this was all explained, she fainted in Liu Meng's room, and it should be Su Pei who sent her back to the room.

Maybe it happened that the books under the bed were too full, and they fell down and poured out from under the bed for Su Pei to see.

And the book under the pillow was not very hidden, because her room even Liu Meng rarely came in, and she didn't hide it very well, just put it down, and if you look closely, you can definitely see that there are books under the pillow.

Yan Zihui licked her lips, she thought, Su Pei is a professional psychiatrist after all, as long as she looks at the books she has read, the content of the people who have been marked out in the books is enough to reproduce her real situation.

Yes, Yan Zihui is not sick, she doesn't have any multiple personalities, everything is an illusion deliberately created by her reading and learning.

At the beginning, Wu Junke arranged for Zhan Likun to give Yan Zihui, she bought a lot of books and came back, trying to find a way to behave better in front of Zhan Likun from the books, and then told Wu Junke through his mouth that she was fine.

But Wu Junke still avoided her, which made her lose confidence for a while. But after reading too many books, Yan Zihui learned about multiple personalities.

She harbors hatred in her heart, and she wants revenge. But she wanted to be with Wu Junke even more, and the two jealous and contradictory hearts gave her a bold idea, she wanted to blame all her crazy behaviors in the future on multiple personalities.

So she staged such a play in Zhan Likun's office. She had the mentality of giving it a try, but she didn't expect Zhan Likun to really guess in the direction she wanted.

Later, she accidentally met Su Pei who was pretending to be a nurse, at first she didn't know the relationship between Su Pei and Zhan Likun, and really believed her words, she was just a psychiatrist who had just returned to China to steal from Zhan Likun.

But after a few times, Yan Zihui had a heart and secretly followed Su Pei, only to find that they were "a nest of snakes and rats". Yan Zihui will do what she wants, and once again told Wu Junke through Su Pei's mouth that it was time to meet her.

Su Pei is a person, Yan Zihui is very handy. She took advantage of the fact that Su Pei was a woman and was more likely to be emotional, and subtly changed the relationship between them, no longer simply a patient and a doctor, but more like a friend.

Yan Zihui stabilized her heart, although she only heard a few words of conversation between Wu Junke and Su Pei, but judging from Wu Junke's performance, Su Pei hasn't said much yet, maybe she is not sure yet.

Yan Zihui said to Wu Junke that she would no longer force it, this was because she wanted to capture her. She didn't think about giving up Wu Junke for a second, she didn't have it before, and she wouldn't be there first.

She must not let Wu Junke know that everything is disguised by her, and she must solve this matter before Su Pei can figure it out and tell Wu Junke.

Yan Zihui walked to Liu Meng's room, opened the freshly sealed cardboard box, and took out the sweater. "Mom, don't worry, I'll live well. You're watching me from heaven, I'm going to make them pay one by one, I'm going to laugh and see how they go to hell!"

Yan Zihui turned grief into strength and grief into endless anger. You have to find the latest chapters by yourself to read books?