It looks like a mountain forest in an undeveloped original subtropical scenic spot, with a little mist, and the vision is a little vague. Where the hell is this?

A cry of an unknown animal attracted Haoran's attention, followed by several other calls, as if expecting something, yes, just expectation, Haoran didn't know why he jumped out of this feeling inexplicably and walked towards the source of the sound. Then he saw a very shocking picture, an altar, which Haoran had seen farthest. He couldn't move forward, and the front was densely packed with all kinds of creatures who didn't know what race they were, and they didn't fight each other, just standing together in harmony and contradiction.

On the altar, a figure gradually appeared, accompanied by the coercion that seemed to be squeezed and shattered indiscriminately, all the creatures were subdued by this coercion and bowed their heads, but Haoran felt familiar from the figure, and did not make a gesture of submission to be particularly conspicuous among the creatures present, he wanted to see who was on the altar, leisure? Costume? Taoist? God? I can see the whole figure, but it is a very vague contradiction.

The figure on the stage didn't seem to see Haoran, and continued his business, indifferently pulling out something from his sleeve, a bamboo tube-shaped instrument? Haoran concentrated on trying to see clearly, but it was still in vain, Yugu? The name of a musical instrument appeared so abruptly in Haoran's mind.

"Wait, think!" The words of the people on the stage were as gentle as a spring breeze, but the faint majesty made everyone hear them clearly.

"Knock~~......" The rhythm is slow, this feeling is like an initiation, which is shocking, I want to listen to it like this, and my heart gradually forgets my troubles. Haoran, who was enjoying it, felt that the drum beat stopped abruptly, and looked closely, the figure that was still vague was looking at Haoran, and then, smiling, not seeing but feeling, and then the figure made a very modern greeting posture, in the situation that the beings did not react, at this moment, the distance is no longer a distance. Suddenly, all the sensations returned to his body, and the pain, the sharp pain made Haoran, who had closed his eyes close, open his eyes suddenly.

Dream?

The pink futon sheets exude a seductive feminine body fragrance, as if to drag people to endless lustful fantasies. Haoran was in no mood to care about this, he felt extremely painful at the moment, did his shoulder blade be shattered, did he say that he had lost a hand? Now Haoran is in a cold sweat, his muscles are clear, and he is panting, trying to see if he can get up.

Gently the door opened, and with a burst of fragrance, a figure walked in with a basin of water, "Are you awake?" Oops~ Don't move, or the wound will crack again. As he spoke, he wrung out the towel and gently wiped Haoran's forehead.

The woman's name is Zhou Yue, and she is Haoran's elementary school classmate, junior high school classmate, and high school classmate who dropped out of school. Now she runs a mental health clinic on her own, which is where she lives.

Haoran looked at Zhou Yue wiping himself with contradictions in his heart, Zhou Yue didn't mean to be shy at all, but he was a little twisted, now he really wants a doctor to solve his psychological problems, is this God's arrangement? Just like the gentleness 3 years ago, it hasn't changed now.

"What do you want to eat, you had a high fever from your wound infection last night, and you lost a lot of energy, I'll do it for you." The soft voice tapped Haoran's tense nerves, as if there was a magic force to relax himself, and the whisper in his ear soothed the pain caused by the wound, more effective than anesthetic. I have heard that he has killed many people and his strength has increased, but his heart has not grown in the past 3 years, and he is still like a child! Zhou Yue, Zhou Yue, you open this psychological clinic with "special services", you have already ridden thousands of people, and you still want to fall in love with him? Zhou Yue, who felt out of shape, laughed at herself in her heart.

"No, help me take that red injectable test tube out of my bag and hand it to me, I'll rest and leave." Only her, only her, her calmness in front of her will be disintegrated in an instant, from elementary school to middle school, she can't infect her with hatred, just like she did 3 years ago, leave immediately, she is just a half-hung psychiatrist, just a half-hanger, Haoran pushed Zhou Yue away and pretended to be indifferent.

"Know I'm a psychiatrist? Talk to me in that tone? I don't know how much you've annoyed you have outside, and you don't want to involve me, but you're just a patient right now, so just lie down honestly for me! Changing her gentleness, Zhou Yue pressed the weak Haoran to the pillow a little domineeringly, then covered the quilt, adjusted the temperature of the air conditioner, and opened the curtains to take a look. The white coat can't cover the curves of the body, and with her beautiful appearance, people instinctively think of the word "stunner".

Doctors? If she is. Now Haoran can only accept it, and what else is he going to say, "Goo~~" The uncompetitive stomach has betrayed him, Zhou Yue looked at him and smiled like silk: "Have you thought about what you want to eat?" Your stomach is not clinging~" smiled and fell into the city.

"No, I need your help now instead of eating." Haoran couldn't hold it anymore and tilted his head over.

"Do you want to have a shot~~? In your current physical state? There was temptation in the ridicule.

"No, it's my ......"

"low.latent.inhibition," Seeing that Haoran's emotions were driven by himself and not low, Zhou Yue said Haoran's current state. Are you already experiencing symptoms? I predicted it 3 years ago, a person is facing such a lot of pressure, but also to be comprehensive, always alone, in my heart to think alone, now tell me all, let me share it for you, my love. After the professional quiet words, Zhou Yue, who was full of thoughts, said softly: "Let's replenish my strength first, I'll go cook you something to eat." Rest well. As he spoke, he went out with a basin of water, leaving Haoran lying on the bed with a glimmer of hope.

―――――― culinary demarcation line――――――――

"Slow down, don't rush into action." Zhou Yue helped Haoran to sit on the chair, Haoran looked at some home-cooked stir-fry on the table, and couldn't help but feel a little moved. As soon as he held the chopsticks in his hand, he couldn't help but tremble a little, and he fell off before he could grasp it, and he tried it several times, for this situation, Haoran could only grit his teeth and say to Zhou Yue: "I'll still use a spoon." ”

Zhou Yue looked at her heart a little painful, and couldn't bear to go on, so she took a spoon and said to Haoran: "I'll feed you." Then picked up the bowl, took the spoon and fed it one bite at a time like a child, and from time to time tore a piece of meat into smaller pieces with his teeth, Haoran finished eating the meal with a red face, which made Zhou Yue sneer and said that Haoran was a little ghost, not big, and Haoran didn't refute it, this is the so-called "one thing to one thing".

Finally after Xi finished eating this ambiguous meal, Zhou Yue made Haoran crash as if serving her husband, so that Haoran didn't say anything when he wanted to ask how to solve his psychological problems, and later he saw Zhou Yue smoking after the meal before he spoke.

"When did you learn to smoke?" Haoran looked at Zhou Yue's lips with a thin cigarette and asked.

"What's wrong, you don't like it?" Zhou Yue took off the cigarette she was holding, put it in her finger and asked rhetorically.

Haoran nodded.

"About 2 years ago, at first, it was the customer's need to ask me to smoke together, and then I smoked every time I was upset, and over time I got used to smoking. But then you're a good boy, don't smoke. ”

"That would kill my brain cells," Hao Ran replied with Chu Xuan, "I'm still a writer." ”

"Your symptoms are also caused by your lifestyle, I guess you live alone." Zhou Yue glanced at the cigarette in his hand and flashed a trace of hatred, and threw it into the trash can. "What do you want to do with such painstaking efforts, the writer is just another you, the real you are as embarrassed as last night, I guess you are actually struggling, if the assumption is true, okay, then combined with the fall of the famous writer Su Han a few years ago, plus he is your uncle, in the end I understand the cruelty of real life no less than you, you, are you in, revenge?" Coming to the conclusion word by word, Zhou Yue watched Haoran's expression gradually change, knowing that she had guessed eight. Nine is not far from ten.

"Yes, that's why I said that we are not of the same world anymore, that I am an outlaw, and I don't know when I will die on the road to revenge. That's why I ......" Haoran hesitated to say a cruel confession.

"So you do everything secretly, don't tell others, think by yourself, do it yourself, write by yourself," Zhou Yue took Haoran's words, and continued his analysis, and secretly made a decision, "The symptoms are quite serious, come and live with me." ”

"Karma?" Haoran didn't react and crashed again.

"For your sake, I'm out of business for recuperation." Zhou Yue said and pointed to the sign at the door "Suspend consultation", the sign was hung on a very conspicuous advertisement, which was held by Zhou Yue in a nurse's uniform in the shape of a cat's claw, next to it was a few big words - Xiaoyue Heart Medical Club, and then smiled mysteriously, "We will do in-depth treatment to ensure that there are no sequelae~"

Is this a confession? I'm obviously in this world, why do I owe this kindness?