The aunt stood in front of him, her eyes red. "You must take care of yourself, and your aunt and uncle-in-law will take care of you in the future."

Lin Ming stopped talking, just nodded. The ceiling of the hospital is white and glaring, and the sheets, quilts, and walls are all white.

Lin Ming suddenly couldn't remember why he liked white so much when he was a child.

The sky was still blue outside, and he gasped as if he had been granted amnesty.

His blank mind suddenly played out what had happened two days ago.

Thumb injury review, big truck, rollover, car accident, and piercing blood, a large area blurred Lin Ming's eyes. At the last moment, his mother released her seat belt and rushed to the back seat, and the way she protected him was like a looping video, over and over again.

The father died instantly, and the mother lost her vital signs after being taken to the hospital. He was the only one who was examined with a concussion and a broken bone.

Yes, there is nothing wrong with his body, but every time he closes his eyes, the scene of the truck overturning on its side has become his eternal nightmare. He looked at his hand. I can't feel the pain when my thumb was stepped on three months ago, and I just feel that I was too helpless when I think about it.

I'll forget it, Lin Ming thought. This accident will be forgotten, just like it was three months ago. He closed his eyes and lay tired on the pillow.

7 days later, the funeral. Relatives, parents, friends, and colleagues all came to offer their condolences. They repeated the same process, patting him on the shoulder, or touching his face, and admonishing him to live well, and adding a sentence of mourning. He nodded mechanically, thank you uncle, thank you aunt, I know.

My aunt couldn't shed tears anymore. In a few days, she seemed to be ten years old, and she walked up to him tiredly, took his hand: "Let's go home." ”

He shook his head. Facing this dearest relative, the aunt who loves his mother the most, he felt anxious in his heart that he hadn't had for a long time.

Because he found that he could not develop any feelings of dependence and closeness to her.

That kind of rustiness made Lin Ming feel very scared, like yes, there will be nothing that can make him change his mood anymore.

I'm scared. But looking at his aunt's bloodshot eyes, he was silent, because he didn't know how to explain this feeling to his aunt.

He looked around, and suddenly felt that this was not the city he grew up in, a very clear and abrupt strangeness, surrounded by relatives who really cared about him, and it was clear that he was not alone without relatives, but he no longer had any slightest feeling.

He shook his head and refused to let his aunt take him home, "I'll stay alone for a while, don't worry, auntie, I won't do anything, I promise." ”

The aunt looked at him with red eyes and finally nodded.

He sat down next to his parents' tombstones, leaning gently against the picture of his parents. He thought he would be miserable and miss them, but he found that all his perceptions, along with attachment, nostalgia, and sadness, had disappeared all together. The only emotion I can feel in my heart is that I am leaving. Because he heard one voice after another in his head: "It's all right, and then it will be fine." ”

His gaze darkened.

He walked out of the gate of the cemetery and saw the car of his aunt and uncle-in-law, it was raining so much, and the aunt did not have an umbrella, standing next to the car and looking at the cemetery. The leaves were washed clean, like the last performance, taking away his fear of his own psychological changes.

"I want to go home." He didn't explain it, but the aunt did.

The car stopped in front of the house where he had lived for many years, and he rejected the idea of being accompanied by his aunt and walked into the house alone. "It will be fine in a few days." He comforted himself so.

But a month passed slowly, and in the psychological clinic of the hospital, the young doctor frowned, and the young man in front of him was indifferent.

"You have a strong sense of healing...... Is it scared, or," the doctor paused, "...... Or just wondering why this is happening? ”

Lin Ming raised his head to look at him expressionlessly, and his eyes said everything.

The doctor took a deep breath.

"Severe emotional apathy, which tends to be unable to feel and be interested in the people around them, lacks emotional experience, and has no possibility of developing into extreme apathy."

"Affective cognitive impairment is biased towards the depressive state in affective disorder, that is, depression and loss of emotion, and there is a possibility of developing cognitive impairment, that is, a decline in cognition, visuospatial function, etc."

"Medications, environmental stimuli, etc. are recommended."

Lin Ming held the diagnosis and treatment book in his hand and walked home with the medicine.