"The first."

"Another one."

"The third."

"Now it's the fourth."

As she was trapped in bed with a restraint belt, waiting for another visitor, Ai Mo felt a little bored. She was different from when she first came here, when she had just come to terms with the fact that she had been completely abandoned by her parents. She refuses to be comforted and explained by others, refuses to be approached by anyone, only wants her whole body to be covered with thorns, so that people can hide away, she just wants to digest this sad story quietly, just like after being stabbed countless times before.

The last time the visitor was more interesting, Ai Mo had bad intentions and wanted to scare her. The more nervous and agitated the man became, the closer Momo came to her, telling her everything she felt like a ghost story, until he threw himself in front of her and looked at her bruised face.

This was the first time Ai Mo had allowed herself to do such a willful thing, and for a moment, she felt very happy, but then she felt a little bored. Of course, there is also a disadvantage in addition to this, which is that at the moment there is an extra restraint belt on the body, which traps yourself in bed to meet the next visitor.

"You're special."

"You're special too."

Ai Mo didn't even raise her head, she knew who the person who was coming, this person had been here twice before, and each time he didn't come in, just looked outside the door.

"Do you remember me?"

"One, voyeur." Ai Mo tilted his head, his face was a little pale, and his expression was very blank.

Anjun smiled, not minding the title.

"Yes, twice, it looks like you remember. What is your impression of me, do you want to come with me? ”

Ai Mo took a serious look at the person in front of her, a very beautiful girl, who didn't look much older than herself, and her eyes were very deep, as if she could suck people in.

"Why?"

Anju found a stool and sat opposite Ai Mo, but instead of answering Ai Mo's question, she asked, "Don't you analyze me first?" ”

These words aroused Ai Mo's alarm, causing her body to relax and lean on the bed, and suddenly stiffened a little.

"Don't be nervous, I asked people to turn off the surveillance, I also know, you are a weirdo in many people's mouths, and there are many weirdos around me, are you interested in becoming one of them?"

"Hehe, weirdo."

Ai Mo laughed, and his smile was a little bleak.

"Aren't weirdos bad? Those extraordinary people in the world are weirdos, mediocre and ordinary, what's the point? ”

Ai Mo's smile was put away, no one had ever told her that weirdos were not bad.

"Do you know what weirdos have to go through to live with normal people? I don't want to be so tired, it's quiet. ”

An Ju did not rush to refute, but stood up again, walked in front of Ai Mo and bent down, untying her from her body.

"What do you do?"

An Ju straightened up, threw the restraint belt aside, and said, "Isn't this more comfortable than just now?" ”

Ai Mo frowned, moved and nodded.

"Look! If you are tied up, you will feel uncomfortable, and if you are locked up, you will be depressed. But if you untie it, it's much more comfortable. Weirdos are far more comfortable with the quirky title than they are now. ”

As he spoke, An Ju walked to the window and opened the closed curtains, and the sunlight poured in like a waterfall, a little dazzling.

"Let's take a look."

Ai Mo walked over suspiciously, and there were only a few patients walking in the courtyard outside the window, and as usual, a few nurses were chatting while watching not far away.

"What's there to see."

Ai Mo looked up at An Yu slightly, and her plain white face looked even more lifeless in the sun.

"Look, you can only see this courtyard, and then you can see farther away?"

An Ju pointed out the window and said, "Look at the buildings over there, the bridges over there, and the places that can't be reached by the eyes over there, there will be lakes and seas." You trap yourself in a small area, and all you see is everything that is boring in the present and painful memories of the past. You say it's quiet here, but who is it for? ”

"To whom?"

Momo repeated.

"That's right! To whom? ”

"Life is a gamble, if you press it right, you will make a profit, and if you press it wrong, you will lose it."