Chapter 537: Doomsday Flower: Psycho (33)
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It's like solving a math problem, she finally wrote out the first eighteen steps, and the answer is still stuck, but suddenly a student said that she borrowed this problem to copy, I think I want it very much, but I always feel sorry for my own efforts.
That's how stubborn life is!
So, the stubborn man ran to the bottom of the tree, intending to have a friendly conversation with him between mushrooms and people, when he saw the mentally ill man looking at her, frowning impatiently and saying, "Go away!" Go away! It's annoying! ”
Song Jin: "......" doesn't know if it's too late for her to go back and ask for the answer now.
When she turned her head, she saw the young man sitting on the trunk of a tree, looking down at her with a smile.
Obviously wanted to see how far she could go.
Song Jin didn't have a good face for him when she thought of him taking a known answer to deceive the cannon, but she also knew that time was running out.
Su Nian is following his rules of right and wrong, he has given him the opportunity to save the world, and Song Jin also has his own pride and bottom line, and he really doesn't plan to ask him.
Thinking about it for a moment, she thought about it, crouched down next to the mentally ill who hated her, and then picked up a branch and drew a triangle on the ground as if no one else had anyone else.
The nurse knew Song Jin, but she didn't stop her, after all, Song Jin's usual fruit red envelopes were not given for free.
Today is Monday and the sun is big.
The mentally ill man squatted under the tree with his face in his hands, looking like a mushroom that was about to be dried by the sun.
He seemed to be immersed in his own world, and that world was only himself.
Just when he imagined that he had planted a lot of mushrooms in the field to play with him, there was a sharp stabbing pain in his elbow, which made his illusions shattered instantly, and he was immediately ashamed, his face turned red, and he raised his hand and wanted to hit someone.
After Song Jin poked him with a branch, he still buried his head in drawing a triangle.
His eyes couldn't help but be attracted by her movements, and after seeing it clearly, he was stunned.
Immediately, the manic color faded in an instant, and his eyes were full of surprise, "You, you live here too?" ”
Song Jin pretended to be inadvertent, "Yes, I live in this house, my name is Little Mushroom, what is your name?" ”
The last time the little girl came, he obviously called her "Little Mushroom", although I don't know what happened between him and "Little Mushroom", but obviously the title "Little Mushroom" is different for this man.
The mentally ill person's eyes lit up first, and then his face sank again, "You're not her!" Small mushrooms aren't that big! Swindler! Go away! Go away!! ”
"Because I've grown up," Song Jin looked at him, and the lie came easily, "It's been so many years!" ”
Mentally ill people are only immersed in their own world every day, and they are not sensitive to the perception of time in the outside world. Feel.
He was a little girl he met on Sunday, and although it was only one day apart, he experienced more than 20 hours in it, and it is not difficult for a mentally ill person to fantasize about more than 20 hours into more than 20 days or even more than 20 years.
With a little guidance, he would have believed that after all these years, nurses are what they do - coaxing patients and making them as well-behaved as possible.
Sure enough, the mentally ill person hesitated when he heard this, as if he was recalling, and as if it had really been so long, before finally laughing and saying, "Yes, it's been many years, and the little mushrooms have grown into big mushrooms!" It's so nice, hey, hey. ”
“......”
Song Jin tried her best not to let her thoughts rush to the colored place, and against the dangerous oppressive eyes of Su Nian behind her, she quietly turned sideways to avoid the hand that the person wanted to come over and hug her.