Her expression was tired, and there was a dark blue under her eyes, Xun Zhen just got up and quietly handed a piece of paper and pencil to her.

"Nanfeng, you also know that set of scales doesn't mean anything, I haven't seen you draw for a long time"

He took off his glasses, a hint of anticipation in his eyes.

Gu Nanfeng held the pencil in his hand, and did not move for a long time, Xun Zhen's eyes flashed a trace of solemnity, and when he saw her slowly start painting, he breathed a sigh of relief, got up and walked to the other side to read.

An afternoon flowed quietly, Xun Zhen had just turned the book in his hand halfway over, the rustle of the pencil stopped, he walked over and put on his glasses again and began to read.

Her painting style has lost its usual softness and delicacy, Xun Zhen still remembers how clean and simple this girl was at the beginning, and now there is only a cold thing left under her eyes, like a pool of stagnant water, and there are no waves in the ancient well.

He didn't speak, waiting for her to analyze it herself, it was in the past that she used to ask for her own rules every time she took Fang Shuren's psychological painting.

Gu Nanfeng frowned imperceptibly and released the pencil that was clenched in his palm.

"The picture is on the left side as a whole, nostalgic ......" she paused and seemed a little reluctant to face such a self, "nostalgic for the past life, silent, introverted"

"Light lines, insecure, anxious, low self-esteem, easy-going"

"The house has no chimney, the left side lines are irregular, unwilling to express oneself, fragile and depressed, family relations are not harmonious"

"The trunk is bent left and right, there is psychological trauma, and the vigilance is very heavy" She looked at the characters in her pen, her outstretched palms gradually clenched, and when she didn't know how to analyze, Xun Zhen opened her mouth: "The back represents defense and rejection, and I dare not face reality, nor dare I face my true self"

There was a sense of relief in his eyes, and a depressed person would not be able to make such a rational analysis, even if the person was the best student he had ever been.

"The house has no doors and windows, but there are homing birds in the trees, Nanfeng, you are too closed to yourself, maybe you should find a good object to warm yourself" There was a hint of cunning in his eyes.

What could be happier than that his depression did not recur, Gu Nanfeng finally showed a smile on the corner of his lips.

"Thank you, Professor Xun"

"Don't take antidepressant drugs anymore, side effects will damage your liver and kidney function, it is advisable to go out for a walk more, reasonable exercise can not only consume excess calories but also maintain a happy mood and promote sleep"

Gu Nanfeng nodded and got up to say goodbye.

Looking at her departing back, and picking up the Fang Shuren she had drawn, Xun Zhen's lips overflowed with a sigh.

The whirlwind on the trunk of the tree represents an indelible psychological wound that may take a lot of time and energy to change, and will grow old with life.

It's like driving a nail into a wooden board, even if the nail is □□, it will leave deep and shallow marks.

Another example is that Gu Nanfeng, who used to be lively and cheerful, has now become silent, she used to be his best student, and she was once his strictest patient.

Although she survived the battle between heaven and man in her heart and was discharged from the mental hospital, she was also at the junction of depression and normal people at any time.

Xiao Xubai once thought that night was just a small episode in his life, but later it became a past that he misses every midnight dream.

Back in the hot summer of 2005, even if you sit in the air-conditioned room, you can feel the sweltering heat outside, Xiao Xubai finally finished a busy day's work, and the corners of his lips curled up with pleasure and went downstairs with the car keys.

The new Bugatti sports car was parked downstairs at Shaw's, and it was a birthday present she wanted to give to someone.

"Xiaoya" rang the doorbell and no one answered, so she had to take the key and open the door by herself, thinking that this guy was still asleep, so she closed the door lightly, changed into slippers and put the key on the coffee table.

The moment I pushed open the bedroom, all my enthusiasm was extinguished, and I was cold from head to toe, and my heart was like falling into an ice cave.

The bedroom was cleaned up, erasing all traces of the two people's life together, the book she loved to read at the bedside was gone, there was only one couple cup that the two of them bought together, and when she opened the wardrobe, she only took the clothes she bought, and the original seal she gave her was untouched.

There was a piece of paper pressed under the cup, Xiao Xubai walked over and gently pulled it out, only a line of scribbled handwriting: "Xubai, I'm pregnant, don't read it"

Without even a precious word, Xiao Xubai didn't know what expression to show in order to deal with the scene at this moment.

She remembered that many nights in the past, when she was busy with work and came home late, she also came back late at night, full of alcohol, surrounded by strange men.

Suddenly, there was irrepressible anger, Xiao Xubai raised his hand fiercely and smashed the cup in his hand, shattering porcelain all over the place, like a past that could never be recovered.

"Princesses seventh, ninth, and thirteenth come to box 406"

There is only one code name for those who do this business, and no one knows anyone when they leave this gate.

The woman dressed in fancy clothes got up from the sofa, the cigarette in her hand trembled, and the ash fell on Gu Nanfeng's thigh in black stockings.

She frowned, brushed it away, and continued to lean back on the couch and close her eyes.

I vaguely heard a few words, and the voice was not loud or small, and it just happened to fall into her ears word for word.

"What is that nineteenth, what is pretending to be high, and it is ridiculous to come to this kind of place and set up both a □□ and an archway."

"No, yesterday's Boss Li is so rich and powerful, if it's me......"

The palm gradually clenched into a fist, I am different from you, she only does this time in this life, and she will leave immediately after saving enough money, she will continue to go to school, and laughing with her is already the biggest bottom line.

But...... Nanfeng's eyelashes trembled slightly, the eyelashes with mascara curled and charming, and the side face had a melancholy sex appeal that did not match this age.

School starts in three days, and there are still 500 yuan missing.

"Miss, are you alright?" When Gu Nanfeng entered the bathroom, the person was already lying on the washstand, and when she came out of the bathroom, the person was lying on the washstand vomiting, and his shoulders were shaking slightly.

Probably crying, Gu Nanfeng moved a trace of compassion, walked over and patted her on the shoulder.

The woman raised her head and looked like she was about twenty-three or fourteen years old, her pupils were pale amber, her side face was sharply contoured, a very memorable face, there were tears in the corners of her eyes, and the moment she saw her, he grabbed her wrist.

"Why did you leave me?!"

Under the sharp questioning, the face became a little cold, and Gu Nanfeng struggled for a moment, "I'm sorry, miss, did you recognize the wrong person?" ”

The man's hand was surprisingly strong, and she couldn't escape her shackles after several struggles, but she was unhappy, squinted slightly, approached her step by step, and forced the person into a corner.

Only then did she realize that even in seven-centimeter heels, the woman was still half a head taller than her, and this sense of oppression made her uneasy, and she regretted her meddling a little.

The faint smell of perfume mixed with the smell of wine on that person's body came to his face, Gu Nanfeng turned his head slightly, he was really not used to being in such close contact with people.

used his arm to bridge the distance between the two, and opened his mouth again: "Miss, are you ......?"

Before she could finish speaking, a soft touch came to her lips, blocking the words she was about to speak.

Gu Nanfeng doesn't have a boyfriend, she doesn't know what it's like to kiss, she just thinks that the breath on this woman's body is gentle and not domineering, and it smells much better than those men who are covered with sweat.

Her kiss was also from shallow to deep, gentle and lingering, holding her outline little by little, outlining the shape of her lips, and when she was about to pry her teeth open, Gu Nanfeng suddenly came back to her senses and pushed her vigorously, and a trace of blush appeared on her white cheeks.

Xiao Xubai was pushed away by surprise, took a few steps back, and hit the hard marble countertop with her lower back, she hissed softly in pain, and the wine woke up for three points.

Squinted at Gu Nanfeng, who was wheezing for breath, and the corners of his lips hooked up a charming arc for a while, "Little sister, do you want to play with your sister, my sister can pay."

"Jingle bell-" When the alarm clock rang, Xiao Xubai had not completely withdrawn from the dream, she lay on the bed looking at the ceiling in a daze, and only got up after a while, the silk pajamas had been wet with sweat and stuck to her body, and there was a faint sticky feeling between her legs.

She lifted her forehead and sighed lightly, got out of bed and went to the bathroom to take care of herself, and then made breakfast and called Qiqi to get up.

"Qiqi, get up, the plane was ten o'clock this morning, and it's nine o'clock now"

"Okay, Mom, here we go"

There was a faint girl's slightly confused voice in the bedroom, Xiao Xubai showed a faint smile, fortunately there was still Qi Qi, otherwise I really didn't know how to continue to live.

The moment the plane took off, a huge roar sounded at the airport in H City, Gu Nanfeng turned off his mobile phone, turned his head out the window and looked out the window at the city where he would never set foot again in his life, at the end of the horizon.

When a tragedy had not yet happened, Gu Nanfeng's impression of this year was only the noisy chanting outside the window in the middle of summer, and the draft turmoil that swept the whole of China.

Gu Nanfeng leaned back in the chair, and a trace of exhaustion came to his heart, so he let his consciousness sink into the darkness.