Before leaving after lunch at Chen's house, Chen's mother insisted on giving Song Yao two apples, and smiled at him enthusiastically and honestly: "Song Yao, take it and eat it on the way." ”

Chen Yue looked at the two largest apples in the refrigerator, and gave them away like this, and suddenly regretted bringing Song Yao back for dinner, feeling that Chen's mother was now eager to give all her belongings to Song Yao, including her.

Naturally, it was difficult to refuse, Song Yao excused himself many times, but still took the two apples, "Thank you, Auntie." ”

"No thanks, no thanks, I will often come to play in the future, we will trouble you to take care of it every month."

The corners of Chen Yue's mouth twitched slightly, Mom, you are a golden apple when you are an apple!

"Uh-huh, I understand."

Understand?

You know what!

The two men seemed to have reached some kind of terrible deal right under her nose.

Big brother, don't misinterpret it...... Bah...... Explain what my mother meant!

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Under the scorching sun, Song Yao was walking on the way back to the rental house, passing by a garbage can, he didn't even glance at the garbage classification, so he casually threw two apples into it.

On such a hot day, the air was hot, but his face was frighteningly cold. Song Yao walked mechanically on the asphalt road like a zombie, lowered his eyes slightly, and his thick long eyelashes covered most of his eyes, and he couldn't see a trace of expression.

When he bumped into someone on the road, he just opened his mouth and said "I'm sorry" without the slightest warmth, and he didn't care about the foul words of pedestrians and continued to move forward...... Aimlessly.

Opening the door of the rental room, Song Yao went directly to his bedroom and lay quietly on the bed. Du Jingchen, who lived in the next room, heard the sound of the door opening and came over to say a few words.

"You're back, have you eaten?"

"Well, I've eaten," he replied casually.

He knew that Du Jingchen must have wanted to know about Chen Yue's situation when he stepped forward. He also knew that Du Jingchen would not ask directly, but he didn't have the heart to think about him now, and he didn't have the heart to take the initiative to explain.

"I'm asleep, call me when you're leaving."

Song Yao threw a word to Du Jingchen, and turned his back to him. Du Jingchen looked at him and closed his eyes, stopped talking, looked down at the time, it was only 12:36 now, he didn't sleep until 1 o'clock on weekdays, what happened today? Looks listless.

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During the afternoon nap for an hour and a half, Song Yao had a dream, and then opened his eyes panting.

"It's all because of you, you're a demon sent by God to punish me!"

Mother Song's bloodshot eyes glared viciously at him, who was only seven or eight years old. He was tied to a chair and watched his mother walk towards him with a fruit knife in her hand, her face horrified, and she scolded and intimidated him like a ghost. He burst into tears.

Song Yao held his forehead in pain, and after a while, he opened the drawer at the head of the bed, took out the medicine box, picked out two pills from the little medicine board left on the board, stuffed them in his mouth and swallowed them, and then picked up the boiled water on the table and drank it in a big gulp.

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In the next few days, Chen Yue received the grace of the class teacher, and instead of going to the team, she was in charge of the logistics part of the class. She suffered for half a day in vain, and it was better to take the medical records to ask for leave at the beginning.

After the end of the military training, it is time to have a weekend.

On Friday night, as soon as Song Yao returned to his apartment in the city center, he received a call from the attending doctor, Ye Qingming, "Young Master Song, don't forget to come over tomorrow." ”

"Got it."

He had to go for a check-up every month, and Ye Qingming would call him a day in advance every time to remind him that his attending doctor was much more conscientious than he imagined.

At night, he took a shower and walked into the huge bedroom, sat on the edge of the bed, and his eyes fell on the family photo at the head of the bed.

The handsome and tall man in the photo is gone, the beautiful woman is sent to a mental hospital, and the boy who looks stupid with a bright smile and two tiger teeth on his face, he doesn't want to admit that it is himself at all.

He lay on the snow-white bed, his big hands pressed the delicate picture frame to his chest, looking at the ceiling, staring at the dim light source in a daze.

His eyes turned from gentle to cold.

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Saturday.

After the inspection, Song Yao took the report and the newly prescribed medicine with an indifferent face, and did not leave indifferently as before.

"Does the young master have any other questions?" Ye Qingming saw that he had no intention of leaving, so he asked.

Song Yao's eyelashes trembled slightly, and his fingers rubbed the medicine bag. After hesitating for a moment, he raised his eyes to look at Ye Qingming, and asked lightly with thin lips: "Doctor Ye, do you know how to destroy a person?" ”

Hearing such words from the mouth of a young man who was in the prime of his youth and should have been optimistic and sunny, Ye Qingming was still stunned. But thinking of his illness, there is only regret and helplessness left in my heart.

"Young Master Song, I'm just a psychiatrist..."

"That's right, so you tell me how to break a person's spiritual defense line and break her spirit." Ye Qingming was interrupted by Song Yao before he finished speaking, and his slightly childish eyes revealed a serious energy.

When asking this question, Song Yao's mind was full of Chen Yue's sunny appearance, especially that infectious smile. The terrible thought in my heart became stronger and stronger—to destroy her, to make her despair of life, to be willing to fall, to live rather than to die.

"I'm sorry Young Master Song, I can't tell you."

Such a conversation is too dangerous.

Even if Song Yao didn't ask later, Ye Qingming looked at his back that had already disappeared away, and his heart still couldn't be at peace for a long time.

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After returning to the apartment, Song Yao sat in front of the computer and typed the following line on the browser: How to destroy a person quietly?