Cheng Mo came out of the bathtub, casually pulled the bathrobe and put it on, stepped on the ground barefoot, and walked out of the bathroom step by step.

He didn't wipe his hair, and the drops of water fell down his forehead and contours, and without the washing of the water, the wound on his phalanges showed its hideous posture.

Beads of blood continued to ooze from the wound, and dark signs of bruising soon began to appear around the wound.

His hand hung casually at his side, and the beads of blood that came out of the wound slipped from the phalanges along the slender fingers, converging into large ones at the fingertips, dripping down one by one, splashing into tiny scarlet flowers on the light-colored non-slip floor tiles.

Although Cheng Mo's depression is sometimes mild and sometimes severe, because he has been receiving psychological counseling regularly, there are actually very few manic situations.

Cheng Mo's depression is usually accompanied by a misanthropic mood, and when he breaks out, he doesn't communicate much with people, and is in a very closed and withdrawn state. Mania, on the other hand, usually comes from self-loathing, so there are often subconscious or unconscious self-harm.

But because it's been well controlled, it's been a long time since there has been such a violent situation as just now. Because there are no more intense feelings of self-loathing.

However, just now, a very strong emotion suddenly emerged.

Not because of anything else, it was Cheng Mo who suddenly remembered Ye Tang's previous smile, red ears, and flickering eyes after he woke up. Aware of it, she was shy and a little overwhelmed.

Cheng Mo doesn't know why she is in such a state, why women are in such a shy and overwhelmed state, a man should know it. So the emotion of self-loathing reaches its peak.

Cheng Mo, how dare you? How do you have a face? Where do you come from?

He sat in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, facing the direction of Ye Tang's house outside the window, and took the mobile phone after a while, Kang Shi's numbers were already on the screen, only a dial button was missing.

After all, I didn't press it out, and the scarlet on my fingertips stained the screen sticky, and then I realized the wound on my hand, the blood on my hand and the pain I realized later.

Cheng Mo silently walked to the bottom of the TV cabinet and pulled out a medical box, bit a head of gauze, and wrapped gauze around his palm. The movements are so familiar that it seems like I don't know how many times I've done it.

After dealing with the injury on his hand, Cheng Mo dialed a phone call and went out.

It rang four or five times before the other end picked up.

First, a female voice that sounded a little sleepy.

"Who?"

It was only two short syllables, but Qin Manrong's voice made Cheng Mo's manic mood suddenly reach its peak.

The voice squeezed out of his throat was like a beast roaring, "Get out!" Give the phone to Lao Cheng! ”

Qin Manrong has been in the Cheng family for a long time, and she has been married to Cheng Xujiang for some years, so she is naturally very clear about Cheng Mo's psychological state.

As soon as she heard Cheng Mo's voice, Qin Manrong was obviously frightened, she took a breath in her throat, and then called in a low voice and continuously, "Old Cheng!" Lao Cheng, wake up, Xiao Mo's phone. ”

Cheng Xujiang slept in a daze, but when he heard Qin Manrong's trembling voice, he also knew that she probably didn't have a good word from Cheng Mo.

"What are you doing when you have nothing to do with my call?" Cheng Xujiang quickly sobered up, but his first reaction was not to comfort his wife. Instead, I picked up the phone a little nervously.

"Son? You don't have a good rest at this point, why did you think of calling me? "Cheng Xujiang's personality is actually impatient, and his mouth is not very forgiving.

But now, he spoke very gently, and his voice was very soft, even a little cautious.

Cheng Xujiang was especially afraid of receiving a call from his son at night.

At that time, he was busy with his career, so when his son was young, he didn't care much, but fortunately, his wife took care of his son and educated him well. But Li Qian passed away, and he still left his son's world in such a shocking way. After that, Cheng Xujiang wanted to take care of his son, but Cheng Mo had already closed the door of his heart.

Cheng Mo actually doesn't call Cheng Xujiang very much, in fact, he is like all parents, the child is not around, of course, he hopes to receive a call from the child, whether it is a greeting, a greeting, or just a small talk.

But Cheng Mo rarely called him, especially in the middle of the night. If you really want to talk about it, there was only one time when Cheng Mo called Cheng Xujiang in the middle of the night. That time Cheng Xujiang received a call from his son in the middle of the night, he was quite happy, so he chatted casually with Cheng Mo, and it sounded like Cheng Mo was more peaceful and gentle than usual.

It's just that the more he talked, the more Cheng Xujiang felt that something was wrong, and the more he felt that his son's voice on the other end sounded a little sober, as if he was drunk and confused. After that, there was no movement.

Cheng Xujiang felt more and more that something was wrong, so he panicked, and hurriedly called Jing Yan to let him take a look, feeling that Jing Yan was not reliable enough, Cheng Xujiang called Jing Shen again.

The brothers also knew Cheng Mo's situation, and they didn't dare to slack off, so they went immediately, and when they arrived, they saw Cheng Mo who was already in a coma and in critical condition. was immediately sent to the hospital for gastric lavage, and a series of treatments were taken to save a life.

Since then, Cheng Xujiang has been a little sensitive, not to mention that Cheng Mo called in the middle of the night, as soon as the call came in the middle of the night, Cheng Xujiang felt uneasy and extremely unsteady.

"Son? Xiao Mo? Devotedly! Say something! Don't scare me! Cheng Xujiang's voice became louder.

Cheng Mo took a deep breath and exhaled a long time, "I'm alive, don't be nervous." ”

"I don't talk on the phone in the middle of the night, do you want to scare my dad to death!" Cheng Xujiang was relieved when he heard Cheng Mo's voice was quite ordinary, "You haven't forgotten the last time you scared Lao Tzu and lost half his life!" ”

"Don't forget, don't get excited, I just suddenly have something I want to ask. If you don't think the time is right, I'll call again tomorrow during the day. Cheng Mo's voice was faint, but his voice was still soft, listening to his father's nervous voice, he couldn't bear it in his heart.

"Save this time to call, you are so surprised, I think you probably have a bit of PTSD."

When Cheng Xujiang heard this, he howled over there, "You only know that you are not scared!" Forget it, don't wait for daylight tomorrow, if this phone hangs up, I won't have to sleep this night. What do you want to ask? Just ask. ”

"I deliberately forgot many details of the things back then, or under the guidance of a psychiatrist."

As soon as he heard that Cheng Mo suddenly began to recall the past, Cheng Xujiang trembled all over, and what he was most afraid of was his son's reminiscence. What a tragic past was that? Cheng Xujiang saw such a scene when he rushed to the scene of his wife's death, and he still doesn't want to think about it.

Cheng Mo stayed for so long at such a young age and in such a scene. How could Cheng Xujiang not tremble?

"Son, why do you want to talk about the past?"