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Qiao Weihuan's heart was shocked, and he rushed directly to the courtyard with Han Yirou.

Han Yirou has seen Qiao's mother get sick, but every time she sees it, she feels terrible.

Qiao's mother fell into the green of the ground, her gray eyes opened wide, and a terrible and strange cry came out of her throat, like a sharp scream.

The emaciated woman, not knowing what kind of pain she was into, twisted her face in horror, and clung to the turf on the ground, even hitting her head against the sharp stones......

"Mom!!"

Qiao Weihuan quickly pounced on Qiao's mother, used great strength to press her hand, and kept shouting: "Mom! Wake up!! I'm Huan'er, it's your daughter, you're in City B now, and we're back to China!! ”

Qiao's mother's broken nerves could no longer accept any voices from the outside world, and she only felt that someone was beside her.

I don't know who it is, but it won't be the one who came to save her.

No one could save her.

Qiao's mother shed tears in pain, grabbed Qiao Weihuan's arm, and bit it viciously!

Qiao Weihuan gritted her teeth, endured the heart-rending pain, and turned back with red eyes, "Sister-in-law Li!" ”

"Huan'er!" Han Yirou pulled Qiao Weihuan away, and Niu used all his strength to directly press Qiao's mother down.

However, Qiao's mother seemed to recognize Qiao Weihuan, and directly grabbed Qiao Weihuan's feet and dragged her back!

The moment Qiao's mother raised her head, Han Yirou saw the despair and hatred that destroyed the world in her eyes.

Han Yirou couldn't help but shiver, and then saw Sister-in-law Li stumbling out of the house, opening the small box in her hand as she ran, knelt on the ground, and pushed the tranquilizer in according to Qiao's mother's arm......

When Qiao's mother was quiet, and when she was sick, they were two completely different people. The only thing that was the same was the ash-like death of her body.

The three of them carefully moved Qiao's mother back to the bedroom and gently put her on the bed. During the action, the hem of Qiao's mother's blouse jumped up, revealing the straight and hideous dark brown scar on her stomach.

Qiao Weihuan paused, carefully pulled off Qiao's mother's clothes, and stared at the scar for a while.

She always had doubts about the scar. But that speculation was too dangerous, she didn't dare to think about it, and she didn't want to re-examine Qiao's mother's heartache.

It's bloody enough, she knows less, maybe it's better for Qiao's mother. And after so many years, things have been decided, and maintaining the stability of the present is a good thing for everyone.

But this stability is fake, so is it still a good thing to maintain the status quo?

"Huan'er ......"

Han Yirou's voice pulled Qiao Weihuan's thoughts back, and she turned her head, "What?" ”

"Sister-in-law Li is talking."

Qiao Weihuan looked at Sister-in-law Li, "Sister-in-law Li, what's wrong?" ”

Sister-in-law Li, who was sweating profusely, wiped the beads of sweat from her head, and said embarrassedly: "Miss, my daughter has given birth, and I want to go back to take care of her and my grandson, maybe...... Can't continue to take care of Madame here. ”

How difficult Qiao's mother's situation is, Sister-in-law Li knows it in her heart. Taking care of Qiao's mother requires not only a good temper, patience, a little medical knowledge and injections, but also strength and intimidation. It took Qiao Weihuan a lot of effort and a long time to find Sister-in-law Li. Now that she's not doing it, the next suitable person doesn't know when she'll find it.

Sister-in-law Li agreed to Qiao Weihuan and did it at the end of the month. During this time, Qiao Weihuan had to find someone who could take care of Qiao's mother as soon as possible. She called Fu Minglang, and after telling her about the situation, she was silent for a long time, and asked her weakly: "...... Sister, let my mother try it? ”

Fu Minglang's mother has heard a little about Qiao's mother's situation, and knows the roots, and most importantly, her mother was a nurse back then.

Qiao Weihuan asked Fu Minglang to take his mother to take a look at the situation before deciding, set the time in a few words, and only knew that it hurt when he hung up the phone.

The place where Qiao's mother had bitten on his arm was oozing blood, and it rolled out one by one. Qiao Weihuan wiped off the blood beads in pain, and turned her head to call Fang Shuyu again.

"Arrange for me a reliable psychiatrist."

She made up her mind to do her best to break Qiao's mother's magic barrier.

At five o'clock in the afternoon, Qiao Weihuan went to the agreed psychological clinic and went to test the water first.

The doctor was not very old, he looked to be in his early thirties, and several pennants hung in his office, silently showing his reliability.

Seeing Qiao Weihuan come in, the doctor showed a kind smile that was easy to let people relax their guard, "Miss Qiao, I didn't expect to see you in person one day, I am your fan." ”

Qiao Weihuan sat down with a smile on her face, "Thank you." ”

"I was amazed when I watched your debut/debut novel, you interpreted the role very thoroughly."

"The screenwriter of that movie is very attentive, the character setting is very satisfying, and the line skills are also very thick......"

Qiao Weihuan rambled for a long time, and the doctor just listened quietly, occasionally guiding her to the next topic, understanding her experience and inner world from all aspects.

At this point, Qiao Weihuan felt that he was quite reliable, until-

“…… The pressure is very high, very great, and when I first started in the industry, I would use various ways to relieve it, such as fighting with Zhou Ruobing. ”

The doctor had heard about Zhou Ruobing and Qiao Weihuan's disagreement, and smiled very understandingly, "Actually, this is a good way to vent." ”

Qiao Weihuan nodded his head, "Yes, hurting others and hurting yourself can also let the pent-up emotions vent out." ”

The doctor's expression paused, "Why do you think so?" Hurting yourself can be cathartic. ”

Qiao Weihuan touched the butterfly on her neck.

The white skin and black butterflies are intertwined with each other, so that the white is whiter, and the black is more and more lifelike, like a rich and colorful painting.

"When I got it, I thought of it, and I got pleasure/feeling from the pain."

Qiao Weihuan blinked her eyes slowly, and her eyes became a little dazed.

"Some people say that self/abuse is the usual catharsis of the internal punishment personality, so am I an internal punishment personality?"

The doctor shook his head, "Judging by what you told me, you're not. ”

"Then he's right, I'm really an external punishment personality."

Qiao Weihuan showed a vague smile, "He also said that 'everything around me is the foundation of shaping people', I can't cross the shadow brought by my growth experience, and I will always fall into the shadows." ”

The doctor tasted these words, "...... He is not wrong when he says that the formation of basic personality is inseparable from external factors. ”

"But when I heard him step over, I was still at a loss."

"Dazed?"

"I can't face death head-on."

Doctor: "......"

It's a bit bloody.

"I am aware of my weakness, but I still want to protect others. He said, I will inevitably choose one of the ability and the heart, I have chosen the ability, but I still want the heart. Because if you don't have a human heart, you won't want to protect others. ”

Doctor: "......"

He whispered, "Why is that?" ”

"Obey the outside world with reverence, so that you can cope with all the changes brought about by the irregular world as much as possible. But to instill awe in others, you must first be fearless and have no weaknesses. Isn't the person I want to protect my weakness? ”

Doctor: "......" He didn't have anything to say!

What kind of world is Qiao Weihuan in?!

He must be living on a fake earth, otherwise why would he suddenly feel that life is boring......

After chatting a few more words, the doctor finally told Qiao Weihuan: "Miss Qiao, I think you are very healthy...... The person you said to know you better, and at a higher level than me, you can try it again. ”

It can be said that Qiao Weihuan is very cooperative with him and will follow his guidance to express his psychological appeals. But it's too cooperative, and it will guide him to speak as if he didn't have anything......

In short, the two-hour conversation made the doctor feel that there was nothing wrong with Qiao Weihuan.

Out of the treatment room, Qiao Weihuan rolled her eyes at Fang Shuyu: "Where did you find a psychiatrist?" It's better to-"

Before he finished speaking, he closed his mouth suddenly.

Fang Shuyu folded his hands and bent over, "Boss, I was wrong!" ”

Qiao Wei exhaled happily and waved his hand: "I don't blame you, let's change it tomorrow." ”

No one is to blame for this.

In the early years, Qiao Weihuan searched all over the country, and the psychiatrists she found had nothing to do about Qiao's mother's situation, and now it is the same situation, she knows that she can only take her time, no matter how anxious she is.

After Qiao Weihuan left, the doctor didn't open the webpage very well, browsed Weibo to read small jokes, and relieved his psychological pressure......

The door was suddenly pushed open, and a tall but thin man wearing a mask and sunglasses came in generously.

The doctor closed the webpage and said professionally: "Hello. ”

The man didn't speak, his slender fingers took off the mask on his face, nodded, and smiled at him.

The smile was polite, thoughtful, and polite, but it inexplicably made the doctor feel cold in his heart, and he swallowed his saliva instinctively.

The man didn't seem to notice the doctor's abnormality, took out his mobile phone from his pocket, typed a few words skillfully and quickly with his long fingers, followed him, and put the phone on the table to show the doctor.

- What did Qiao Weihuan say?

The doctor had a guess, but somehow, he didn't dare to look up.

"I'm sorry, I can't disclose the patient's condition, it's against professional ethics and the basic principles of being a human being......"

The gaze above his head suddenly sharpened, stabbing the doctor's neck like a needle.

The man was silent, picked up the phone, and put it down again.

- Okay, let me change the question: Did Qiao Weihuan mention He Zhengxiao? Or Dumville?

The doctor hesitated for a moment, "...... I don't know, she didn't say her name. ”

- What did she say?

"I can't tell you."

The man propped his hand on the table, deleted the words just now in this position, and re-entered a line of words.

The doctor's gaze inadvertently slid down and landed on the man's wrist, and found that there was a little dark color on the inside of his wrist, which looked like a tattoo and the pattern seemed to be ......

Just thinking about it, the man's words have been typed.

— or can you choose to never speak?

The doctor looked at it, followed by a cold sweat, and looked at the man with his head bowed in disbelief.

Through a layer of black lenses, he could vaguely see the man's gaze, colder than the quenched fangs of the desert serpent.

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Remember for a second No pop-ups

Qiao Weihuan's heart was shocked, and he rushed directly to the courtyard with Han Yirou.

Han Yirou has seen Qiao's mother get sick, but every time she sees it, she feels terrible.

Qiao's mother fell into the green of the ground, her gray eyes opened wide, and a terrible and strange cry came out of her throat, like a sharp scream.

The emaciated woman, not knowing what kind of pain she was into, twisted her face in horror, and clung to the turf on the ground, even hitting her head against the sharp stones......

"Mom!!"

Qiao Weihuan quickly pounced on Qiao's mother, used great strength to press her hand, and kept shouting: "Mom! Wake up!! I'm Huan'er, it's your daughter, you're in City B now, and we're back to China!! ”

Qiao's mother's broken nerves could no longer accept any voices from the outside world, and she only felt that someone was beside her.

I don't know who it is, but it won't be the one who came to save her.

No one could save her.

Qiao's mother shed tears in pain, grabbed Qiao Weihuan's arm, and bit it viciously!

Qiao Weihuan gritted her teeth, endured the heart-rending pain, and turned back with red eyes, "Sister-in-law Li!" ”

"Huan'er!" Han Yirou pulled Qiao Weihuan away, and Niu used all his strength to directly press Qiao's mother down.

However, Qiao's mother seemed to recognize Qiao Weihuan, and directly grabbed Qiao Weihuan's feet and dragged her back!

The moment Qiao's mother raised her head, Han Yirou saw the despair and hatred that destroyed the world in her eyes.

Han Yirou couldn't help but shiver, and then saw Sister-in-law Li stumbling out of the house, opening the small box in her hand as she ran, knelt on the ground, and pushed the tranquilizer in according to Qiao's mother's arm......

When Qiao's mother was quiet, and when she was sick, they were two completely different people. The only thing that was the same was the ash-like death of her body.

The three of them carefully moved Qiao's mother back to the bedroom and gently put her on the bed. During the action, the hem of Qiao's mother's blouse jumped up, revealing the straight and hideous dark brown scar on her stomach.

Qiao Weihuan paused, carefully pulled off Qiao's mother's clothes, and stared at the scar for a while.

She always had doubts about the scar. But that speculation was too dangerous, she didn't dare to think about it, and she didn't want to re-examine Qiao's mother's heartache.

It's bloody enough, she knows less, maybe it's better for Qiao's mother. And after so many years, things have been decided, and maintaining the stability of the present is a good thing for everyone.

But this stability is fake, so is it still a good thing to maintain the status quo?

"Huan'er ......"

Han Yirou's voice pulled Qiao Weihuan's thoughts back, and she turned her head, "What?" ”

"Sister-in-law Li is talking."

Qiao Weihuan looked at Sister-in-law Li, "Sister-in-law Li, what's wrong?" ”

Sister-in-law Li, who was sweating profusely, wiped the beads of sweat from her head, and said embarrassedly: "Miss, my daughter has given birth, and I want to go back to take care of her and my grandson, maybe...... Can't continue to take care of Madame here. ”

How difficult Qiao's mother's situation is, Sister-in-law Li knows it in her heart. Taking care of Qiao's mother requires not only a good temper, patience, a little medical knowledge and injections, but also strength and intimidation. It took Qiao Weihuan a lot of effort and a long time to find Sister-in-law Li. Now that she's not doing it, the next suitable person doesn't know when she'll find it.

Sister-in-law Li agreed to Qiao Weihuan and did it at the end of the month. During this time, Qiao Weihuan had to find someone who could take care of Qiao's mother as soon as possible. She called Fu Minglang, and after telling her about the situation, she was silent for a long time, and asked her weakly: "...... Sister, let my mother try it? ”

Fu Minglang's mother has heard a little about Qiao's mother's situation, and knows the roots, and most importantly, her mother was a nurse back then.

Qiao Weihuan asked Fu Minglang to take his mother to take a look at the situation before deciding, set the time in a few words, and only knew that it hurt when he hung up the phone.

The place where Qiao's mother had bitten on his arm was oozing blood, and it rolled out one by one. Qiao Weihuan wiped off the blood beads in pain, and turned her head to call Fang Shuyu again.

"Arrange for me a reliable psychiatrist."

She made up her mind to do her best to break Qiao's mother's magic barrier.

At five o'clock in the afternoon, Qiao Weihuan went to the agreed psychological clinic and went to test the water first.

The doctor was not very old, he looked to be in his early thirties, and several pennants hung in his office, silently showing his reliability.

Seeing Qiao Weihuan come in, the doctor showed a kind smile that was easy to let people relax their guard, "Miss Qiao, I didn't expect to see you in person one day, I am your fan." ”

Qiao Weihuan sat down with a smile on her face, "Thank you." ”

"I was amazed when I watched your debut/debut novel, you interpreted the role very thoroughly."

"The screenwriter of that movie is very attentive, the character setting is very satisfying, and the line skills are also very thick......"

Qiao Weihuan rambled for a long time, and the doctor just listened quietly, occasionally guiding her to the next topic, understanding her experience and inner world from all aspects.

At this point, Qiao Weihuan felt that he was quite reliable, until-

“…… The pressure is very high, very great, and when I first started in the industry, I would use various ways to relieve it, such as fighting with Zhou Ruobing. ”

The doctor had heard about Zhou Ruobing and Qiao Weihuan's disagreement, and smiled very understandingly, "Actually, this is a good way to vent." ”

Qiao Weihuan nodded his head, "Yes, hurting others and hurting yourself can also let the pent-up emotions vent out." ”

The doctor's expression paused, "Why do you think so?" Hurting yourself can be cathartic. ”

Qiao Weihuan touched the butterfly on her neck.

The white skin and black butterflies are intertwined with each other, so that the white is whiter, and the black is more and more lifelike, like a rich and colorful painting.

"When I got it, I thought of it, and I got pleasure/feeling from the pain."

Qiao Weihuan blinked her eyes slowly, and her eyes became a little dazed.

"Some people say that self/abuse is the usual catharsis of the internal punishment personality, so am I an internal punishment personality?"

The doctor shook his head, "Judging by what you told me, you're not. ”

"Then he's right, I'm really an external punishment personality."

Qiao Weihuan showed a vague smile, "He also said that 'everything around me is the foundation of shaping people', I can't cross the shadow brought by my growth experience, and I will always fall into the shadows." ”

The doctor tasted these words, "...... He is not wrong when he says that the formation of basic personality is inseparable from external factors. ”

"But when I heard him step over, I was still at a loss."

"Dazed?"

"I can't face death head-on."

Doctor: "......"

It's a bit bloody.

"I am aware of my weakness, but I still want to protect others. He said, I will inevitably choose one of the ability and the heart, I have chosen the ability, but I still want the heart. Because if you don't have a human heart, you won't want to protect others. ”

Doctor: "......"

He whispered, "Why is that?" ”

"Obey the outside world with reverence, so that you can cope with all the changes brought about by the irregular world as much as possible. But to instill awe in others, you must first be fearless and have no weaknesses. Isn't the person I want to protect my weakness? ”

Doctor: "......" He didn't have anything to say!

What kind of world is Qiao Weihuan in?!

He must be living on a fake earth, otherwise why would he suddenly feel that life is boring......

After chatting a few more words, the doctor finally told Qiao Weihuan: "Miss Qiao, I think you are very healthy...... The person you said to know you better, and at a higher level than me, you can try it again. ”

It can be said that Qiao Weihuan is very cooperative with him and will follow his guidance to express his psychological appeals. But it's too cooperative, and it will guide him to speak as if he didn't have anything......

In short, the two-hour conversation made the doctor feel that there was nothing wrong with Qiao Weihuan.

Out of the treatment room, Qiao Weihuan rolled her eyes at Fang Shuyu: "Where did you find a psychiatrist?" It's better to-"

Before he finished speaking, he closed his mouth suddenly.

Fang Shuyu folded his hands and bent over, "Boss, I was wrong!" ”

Qiao Wei exhaled happily and waved his hand: "I don't blame you, let's change it tomorrow." ”

No one is to blame for this.

In the early years, Qiao Weihuan searched all over the country, and the psychiatrists she found had nothing to do about Qiao's mother's situation, and now it is the same situation, she knows that she can only take her time, no matter how anxious she is.

After Qiao Weihuan left, the doctor didn't open the webpage very well, browsed Weibo to read small jokes, and relieved his psychological pressure......

The door was suddenly pushed open, and a tall but thin man wearing a mask and sunglasses came in generously.

The doctor closed the webpage and said professionally: "Hello. ”

The man didn't speak, his slender fingers took off the mask on his face, nodded, and smiled at him.

The smile was polite, thoughtful, and polite, but it inexplicably made the doctor feel cold in his heart, and he swallowed his saliva instinctively.

The man didn't seem to notice the doctor's abnormality, took out his mobile phone from his pocket, typed a few words skillfully and quickly with his long fingers, followed him, and put the phone on the table to show the doctor.

- What did Qiao Weihuan say?

The doctor had a guess, but somehow, he didn't dare to look up.

"I'm sorry, I can't disclose the patient's condition, it's against professional ethics and the basic principles of being a human being......"

The gaze above his head suddenly sharpened, stabbing the doctor's neck like a needle.

The man was silent, picked up the phone, and put it down again.

- Okay, let me change the question: Did Qiao Weihuan mention He Zhengxiao? Or Dumville?

The doctor hesitated for a moment, "...... I don't know, she didn't say her name. ”

- What did she say?

"I can't tell you."

The man propped his hand on the table, deleted the words just now in this position, and re-entered a line of words.

The doctor's gaze inadvertently slid down and landed on the man's wrist, and found that there was a little dark color on the inside of his wrist, which looked like a tattoo and the pattern seemed to be ......

Just thinking about it, the man's words have been typed.

— or can you choose to never speak?

The doctor looked at it, followed by a cold sweat, and looked at the man with his head bowed in disbelief.

Through a layer of black lenses, he could vaguely see the man's gaze, colder than the quenched fangs of the desert serpent.

For mobile phone users, please browse M. Reading for a better reading experience.