She was suddenly pushed to the ground and smashed with the drawing board, and even more paint was splashed on her body.

It hurt so much that she wanted to cry.

She did cry and looked up at Fang Jie standing in front of her.

Fang Jie is still the same Fang Jie, but her appearance is very different from usual, her facial features are writhing terribly due to excitement, and she grabs her hair with both hands: "I can't draw it! I can't draw anything! I've worked hard for so many years, but I haven't come up with anything! Why? Why?!"

The other items in the studio were then kicked over or thrown off by Fang Jie's irritation, and the mess became more and more messy.

"Mom......" The choking in her throat made her sour and unspeakable. This is not the first time Fang Jie has gone crazy due to a lack of inspiration.

This shouldn't be Fang Jie, her mother shouldn't be like this. Although Fang Jie has always been unknown, she has always adhered to the simple and simple original intention of loving painting, Fang Jie also said that the most important thing is to please yourself, and it doesn't matter if others appreciate her paintings or not.

Why has it changed?

When did it start changing?

She didn't know, she only remembered that one day she woke up in the middle of the night and saw Fang Jie, who had never smoked, actually smoked, and returned to the drawing board after smoking.

Then the addiction to smoking became bigger and bigger, from avoiding her to smoking, to directly letting her go to Bang to buy cigarettes without any scruples.

But Fang Jie did not get better because of the aggravation of smoking addiction, on the contrary, even if she smoked a pack of cigarettes, she was still irritable and even more restless.

She couldn't help Fang Jie to quit smoking, Fang Jie scolded her for the first time in her life, and after scolding, Fang Jie blamed herself again, hugged her and cried, and asked for her forgiveness. She also felt sorry for Fang Jie, she also felt sorry for Fang Jie, her mother, why didn't she forgive?

She concealed Fang Jie, including Fang Jie's cheating with other men. She knew that every time Fang Jie met that man, she was in a good mood and in good condition.

She thought that in this way, it would be fine.

Can...... Fang Jie and Lao Xu divorced......

Soon she comforted again, it doesn't matter, divorce is divorced, they can live happily, anyway, even if they are divorced, they are still her mother and father.

Then, Xu Jing was born...... deprived Lao Xu of most of his original attention to her......

She comforted herself again, it doesn't matter, Xu Jing is Lao Xu's son, her younger brother, and he is young, not like she has a mother, Lao Xu should love him more.

She looked forward to accompanying Fang Jie every time she had a holiday, but every time she met again after a period of separation, she could feel that Fang Jie was different from before.

Until now, she even thinks that Fang Jie is a stranger.

The phone rang, and the phone fell out of her pocket because of a fall.

She reached out to get her mobile phone, and Fang Jie, who was in a frenzy, suddenly walked towards her: "Who is calling?!

"No-" Before the words could be spoken, the mobile phone that had just touched her fingertips was kicked away by Fang Jie, along with her hand.

But she didn't have time to hurt, Fang Jie had already grabbed her hair and pulled it back: "You want to complain to him, don't you? !

The whole scalp seemed to fall off her head: "No, I won't sue Dad, there's nothing to sue." ”

"Really?" Fang Jie's voice seemed to contain a blade, cool and faint, "Didn't you tell you about the matter between me and your Uncle Shen back then?"

She shook her head: "No, Mom, it's not me, I don't." ”

"It's you! It's you!" Fang Jie beat her like crazy, "I worked so hard to give birth to you, you are my daughter, but you can't do anything for me!

She lowered her arms and closed her eyes in pain.

I don't know how long it took, Fang Jie's cry was in her ears, and she was held in Fang Jie's arms, like when she was very young.

"Qiqi, mom is wrong, mom may be sick, mom can't control herself, I'm sorry Qiqi, I won't be angry with you again in the future, no...... You don't hate mom, don't hate mom, I'm sorry ......"

She hugged Fang Jie with her backhand, sobbing and crying with Fang Jie. She doesn't hate it, she doesn't hate it, but how many times has Fang Jie promised ......?

Fang Jie cried like a child more than her, feeling sorry for herself: "Mom may really be a waste, after so many years, there is still no ...... of any good works"

She would love to tell her, as she did when she was a child, that her paintings were beautiful, the most beautiful, and that no one could compare to her. But she knew that Fang Jie could no longer be satisfied with the recognition of her relatives as before.

Fang Jie's goal is a broader world, and that kind of world always treats her as a floating dust and sand - "Dream Muse" is Fang Jie's most satisfying work so far, but she still lost the competition, and Fang Jie's blow is unprecedented......

Yes, she really can't state Fang Jie at all, except for expressing Fang Jie's worship on her lips, what else can she do for Fang Jie?

No.

If she could get to Fang Jie, wouldn't Fang Jie be so miserable? If she could be better, wouldn't Fang Jie and Lao Xu be divorced?

Intense self-reproach surged like a tidal wave, tumbling over and drowning her.

…………

The diagnosis and treatment room was quiet, only Fang Songqi, who was lying on the diagnosis and treatment chair, cried and said sorry.

Dr. Ma sat down in the chair and asked calmly, "Then what? Did you get your mother?"

Fang Songqi cried more and more in an instant: "Mom has come out of ......"

…………

Fang Songqi felt that it must be fake, Fang Jie loved her so much, how could she beat her, scold her, and complain about her?

This time it must be a dream! Not a real memory! It must be a dream!

Wake up and be fine! She has to wake up!

Where is the exit?

She clenched her hands.

The handle of the glorified opening was in her hand, and she was about to open it and flee.

But seeing Fang Jie kneeling on the ground, she covered her face: "...... Qiqi, only you and your mother are the closest, and your mother is the only one left. You can't leave me again...... What do you want mom to do?"

"Mom......" She was soft-hearted and distressed, and after a moment of hesitation, the exit disappeared.

Fang Jie took her hand: "People want to group paintings now, and they can send them to the art exhibition when the time comes." ”

As she spoke, Fang Jie stuffed the paintbrush into her hand: "You can, you are your mother's daughter, your mother already knew that you must have a talent in this area, and your mother is with you!"

"I really won't ......" she shook her head, not understanding why Fang Jie inexplicably offered to let her draw.

Seeing her refusal repeatedly, Fang Jie suddenly became furious, shaking her shoulder desperately: "You just don't want to bang me! What's the use of me raising you so big?!"

The studio toppled over again, she fell to the ground, and when she looked up, she saw Fang Jie striding out of the studio and closing the door.

"Mom!" she hurriedly got up and chased out, only to find that the door was locked from the outside.

…………

The messy figure huddled in the corner, no one caring.

The picture is connected to what Fang Songqi saw in the narrow dark space before, but from the original trapped in the narrow and cramped space through the thin slit peeping into the body.

She opened her eyes in the chaos, looked up, sat for a moment, got up, and walked to the drawing board.

…………

Fang Jie once again stood in front of the drawing board, without a trace of malaise, but seemed quite excited, as if full of inspiration, the pen was extremely smooth, and her mouth kept muttering: "Spirituality...... Why do they evaluate the spirituality of the paintings you participate in, when you are still so immature...... I'll have to fix it for you again...... I can do it myself...... You don't need to be busy anymore......"

She stood aside, observed for a moment, and suddenly stepped forward and grabbed Fang Jie's hand: "Did you eat something?"

"Let go. Don't interrupt my train of thought. Fang Jie took her hand away.

She recaptured: "Did you eat those things?"

Fang Jie obviously thinks she is making too much fuss: "It's not a secret at all, no matter which circle of creators, many times they need to use external forces to stimulate inspiration." Smoking, alcohol, sex, Du, it is not surprising. I came into contact too late, and I touched the entry-level Dama, and it felt good. Qiqi, Mom still has it, do you want to try it too?"

She immediately snatched Fang Jie's paintbrush.

"What are you doing?" Fang Jie clasped her hand, "Every time you are reluctant, you have to beg me for a long time! Can't I find a way to paint independently?"

She was furious: "You're going to ruin yourself!"

Fang Jie was moved and hugged her gently: "No, it's okay, so many people are fine." You're too young to know how hypocritical the world is. You look at some people sitting on a high place, but in fact, there is a pile of filth behind them. ”

She trembled, "What about you? Aren't you also walking down this path?"

"What's wrong with me?" Fang Jie was annoyed by her and let go of her, "Are you starting to be mentally unbalanced?

"I didn't. "She didn't want those things at all.

"Then don't show contempt for me, you don't know anyone. Fang Jie's eyes were dark and gloomy, full of insight, smiling, and her expression was a little strange, "I know, every time you paint, you are not my daughter at all......"

…………

So who is she?

Who is she......?

The body kept falling downward, and the light above her head was getting farther and farther away from her.

Unlike in the past, during the fall, there are pictures on both sides.

Again and again, she was pushed into the studio by Fang Jie and locked up alone, and then it was exactly the same as the scene when she saw those hidden paintings at Feng Songren's place, she stood in front of the easel, in addition to painting, she still painted.

In the endless dark space, trapped forever, there is no escape......

…………

"Miss Fang. Dr. Ma tried to summon her, because judging from her expression, she was very uneasy, and she should have encountered difficulties in the dream of memory, and she was no longer able to wake up on her own using the method he taught, and in the end, his method was not omnipotent.

In this case, hypnosis cannot be continued.

Fang Songqi opened his eyes, and for about half a minute, he didn't feel anything, and his brain and perception were blank.

Fang Songqi even thought that she was in a state of death for half a minute, so that when she regained her breath, her consciousness was still in a trance, and she did not know where she was.

"Miss Fang. Dr. Ma called her again.

Fang Songqi lay down and didn't move, his eyes turned to the side in response, stared at him for two or three seconds, and then turned back and stared straight at the ceiling above.

His face was full of tears from the hypnosis, salty, salty and salty.

"Miss Fang, take a few deep breaths. Dr. Ma advised.

"Is it useful to take a deep breath, can it drive away what is now circling in my head?" Fang Songqi's voice was hoarse.

Dr. Ma shoved a cup of hot tea into her hand.

Fang Songqi didn't drink, and closed his eyes: "I had a dream......"

And contrary to reality.

The reassurance she wanted was not received from Dr. Ma: "As I said, a person with multiple personality disorder often has unbearable childhood experiences, and the people who inflict harm are often very close to them. The childhood memories that Miss Fang and I have described are still too perfect, although they have memories of your mother's cheating and your parents' divorce. ”

"This is a normal psychological defense mechanism of human beings, and most people's memories will actually always develop in the direction of protecting themselves, so there is a saying that 'time is the best healing medicine', which is essentially the truth, with the passage of time, the bad parts of the memory will fade and leave more good parts. But there are also some pathological transitions under high pressure. Split personality is one of the rarer ones. ”

Fang Songqi was silent for a long time, and then sobbed: "I regret it, I don't want to be cured." ”

Why is this happening?

Those that were supposed to be "J.F." The painting of the work is really made by one of the personalities split by Xiao Jiu......

The name "SUKI" was not a pen name used by Xiao Jiu to publish articles at the earliest, but an exclusive mark secretly left by painting......

Xiao Jiu pushed all the injuries and pressure she suffered from Fang Jie to "SUKI", and her obsession to help Fang Jie also made the appearance of SUKI......

That black space is the memory storage room of "SUKI......

Dr. Ma did not take her words at this moment as her decision directly: "Miss Fang can go back and have a good rest first, and whether she wants to continue later depends on Miss Fang's meaning." ”

…………

After resting in the treatment room for more than ten minutes, Fang Songqi floated out.

The front desk lady chased to the door and handed Fang Songqi a coat and an umbrella: "Mrs. Ma wants me to prepare for Miss Fang, the weather is cold and it's raining, Miss Fang be careful." ”

"Bang, thank you, Mrs. Ma. Fang Songqi took it and continued his pace.

The booked shuttle arrived five minutes earlier and she went straight to the car.

In another car that had been parked in the corner two hours ago, Wei Bi saw Fang Songqi's car driving away, and immediately followed at a safe distance without being reminded by Lin Shinian in the back seat.

…………

Fang Songqi didn't let the car turn elsewhere, and after returning to the hotel room, she immediately went to take a hot shower.

When he came out, he found that there was a missed call from Shen Ye in his mobile phone.

She dialed back.

Shen Ye picked it up when it was almost over, and his voice was very soft: "The treatment at Doctor Ma's is over?"

"Hmm......" Fang Songqi ignored the water in his hair and lay on his back on the bed, "Where are you? When will you arrive?"

She thought that when she came out of the treatment room, she would see him waiting outside for the first time, like last time.

"I'm sorry, my mom's situation here is complicated, and I still can't leave it alone. Shen Ye heard that her mood was not good, and he knew that this time Dr. Ma would officially give her hypnotherapy, and she should have regained a lot of memories, and the psychological burden must be very heavy, and she needs to be relieved and vented.

He felt extremely guilty and agreed to accompany her, but was held back by the unexpected situation.

"It's okay, I don't have to come over if I can't come, I'll go back after sleeping. He didn't talk much, Fang Songqi was very tired, and he didn't even bother to ask about Feng Wanyi's condition, ended Shen Ye's call, and lifted the quilt to cover his head.

Hazy, I didn't sleep deeply, I didn't sleep for long, and Shi hair smelled because it wasn't blown dry.

She opened the window to blow the wind, lit a cigarette in the wind, and watched the night fall in the blink of an eye, clinging to the twilight that had not yet fully receded, and mingling into an unpleasant darkness.

After a cigarette and her hair was dry, she turned around and went in to put on makeup, change clothes, and then go out.

In the next room, Wei Bi immediately informed: "Sir, Fang Songqi has gone to the bar." ”

…………

I specially chose a noisy bar, the colorful lights can blind people's eyes, the dynamic music can shake people's hearts, and the dance floor is shaking as if they have just been drugged to the rhythm of DJ playing and shouting microphones.

But it's cool~!Pretty cool~!

It's been a long time since I've been so high, Fang Songqi and everyone were crowded for a while, and his head wanted to explode, so he slipped off the dance floor for the time being, went to the bar and asked for wine, and named the strongest.

A conspicuous and beautiful single woman, it is natural that a little brother will take the initiative to invite her to drink. Fang Songqi was not polite, and he had a free mouth, but he was not interested in starting the next step with them.

When I went to the bathroom and came out, I saw a table of people drinking beer and competing in a competition, Fang Songqi joined in the fun.

It's a place where people are meant to socialize, and new friends are welcome.

A few big men are very gentlemanly, and it is fairer to let the women at the table catch and fight for a while.

Fang Songqi was biased: "Don't underestimate me, no one of you present may be able to drink me." ”

The tone is very big, since she is insistent, he will not stop her, and see how much she has.

The rules of the competition were originally 1500 ml of beer who drank it first and who won, and was suggested by Fang Songqi to play bigger, no time limit or limit, bare rod blowing bottle, whoever can blow to the last pour, will win.

Fang Songqi's purpose is actually to rub free wine, but at this time, he can open his belly and keep pouring it into his mouth, not caring about other people, one cup after another, and he doesn't stop.

At first, the people at the table were all holding on to the excitement, and they made a lot of noise, and when everyone else had fallen and only Fang Songqi was still holding on, the atmosphere was pushed to Gao Chao.

She was already a winner, and she was reminded that she could stop drinking.

Fang Songqi turned a deaf ear and became her one-man show.

The rest of the people gradually saw that something was wrong with her, first looked at each other and was as quiet as a chicken, and then someone began to chase her: "Little sister, if you are in a bad mood and go to play elsewhere, we are having a gathering of friends here!"

Fang Songqi ignored it.

People were completely unhappy: "Hey, I said, did you come to smash our yard on purpose?"

Fang Songqi put down the empty wine bottle, how could he not find a new bottle with wine, and shouted in a daze: "Where's the wine? Why is there no wine? I haven't drunk enough, why is it gone." ”

"Go drink it somewhere else!" one stood up and pushed Fang Songqi away.

Fang Songqi didn't notice it for a while, she stepped back again and again, knocking over another table, and her arm was smacked by something she didn't know.

The pain made her suddenly sober up, and with a sentence of "grass your mother" came out, she grabbed a wine bottle and smashed it, and was about to rush over and fight with people viciously, even if she was alone against people at a table, she was not afraid!

The hand was intercepted in mid-air, and half of the bottle was taken away. She didn't have time to react to anything, so she turned to the person's shoulder and carried it out.

"Who are you?!Kidnapping?!Help! I don't know you!"

No matter how much she screams, no one is nosy.

Fang Songqi tossed himself into disgust because of this, after all, he hung upside down and blew off so many bottles of wine.

As soon as she arrived at the door of the bar, someone put her down, and she immediately held on to the railing on the side of the road and threw up.

The two people who were responsible for carrying Fang Songqi out completed the task, went to Wei Bi and took the money and left.

Wei Bi brought mineral water and personally delivered it to Fang Songqi's hands.

"Stooge!" scolded and scolded, Shui Fang Songqi still took it, purred to wash the remaining rancid smell of filth in his mouth, and then spit on Wei Bi's shoes in a big gulp.

"Where is your lord, master?" she burped, resulting in a sentence that sounded like she was stammering.

Wei Bi pointed to a car on the side of the road.

Fang Songqi's steps were unsteady and staggered.

Wei Bi didn't dare to help if he wanted to, for fear of being beaten.

Fortunately, she didn't fall, walked smoothly, opened the car door, opened the car door by herself, and destroyed the fragrance in the car with the smell of alcohol.

"Trouble master, XX Hotel ......" Fang Songqi reported the address.

Wei Bi started the car.

Fang Songqi lowered the window to blow a cool breeze.

Lin Shinian reminded: "My head hurts at night." ”

"Uncle Xie cares. Of course, thank you, the window was opened correctly, in order to prevent him from closing it without authorization, Fang Songqi deliberately bent his elbow and pressed it on it, and leaned towards the window to put his chin on it.

When he was a little confused, Fang Songqi stretched out two fingers to Lin Shinian: "One is Xiao Jiu, and the other is 'SUKI', so let's call it for the time being." ”

With her head tilted, she looked at Lin Shinian, and her hanging eyes narrowed: "Do you know that Xiao Jiu was abused and treated by her mother?"

Lin Shinian didn't say a word, because most of his body was hidden in the dark, and even his eyes and expressions were not revealed.

Fang Songqi said to himself indifferently-

"Her mother painted for B, locked her in the studio, didn't give her food or drink, and only released her when she knew she painted, so pitiful......"

"Is she a fool? Bang's mother hid so many things from her father, so listen to her mother, her mother is a madman, and uses her as a tool. She had already told her father, where did it come from so much pain?"

"She even stupidly wants to go to her mother every time...... It's not me who hates her, SUKI hates her too, haha......"

Since the last time Xiao Jiu committed suicide, together with this hypnosis, she is no longer a bystander, but has become the identity of the party, during which she strongly feels that SUKI hates Xiao Jiu, and hates Xiao Jiu even more than her. It is in line with what Dr. Ma told about the primary and secondary personality exclusion relationship.

：。 ：