Chen Yue looked indifferently at the pot of lover's tears on the windowsill, and a few strings of green beads hung outside the basin, swaying in the wind, strings of ...... Her eyes lit up, and the latent memories in her mind were suddenly awakened.

She had forgotten that the number had been ingrained in her mind at some point.

In her mind, Song Yao's string of QQ numbers appeared uncontrollably: 144xxxx48, these nine numbers were extremely clear, as if encouraging her to add them back quickly.

But it was she who was deleted, if Song Yao added her back, she would definitely agree without hesitation, but she couldn't find a reason to add Song Yao.

Chen Yue became more and more unable to distinguish which sentence of Song Yao was true and which sentence was false.

Does he really like her?

Does he really dislike her?

Forget it, let's be pretty strong.

She withdrew her gaze, slipped into the covers, and lifted the covers up, ready to take a nap.

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Qingcheng, next to the evening.

"What do you want to eat?" Ye Qingming asked.

"No ......" There is nothing to eat, Song Yao shook his head.

Just after the electrotherapy, he had no appetite at all, but had a headache and panicked, and his heart was so flustered that he was nauseated.

Ye Qingming looked at him for a long time, hesitated for a moment, and still spoke: "Your uncle said that if you still don't get better, he will send you to the United States, the hospital where your mother is." ”

"Then go ahead." Song Yao's eyes were scattered, and he replied lightly.

Ye Qingming didn't expect that Song Yao, who had always resisted the mental hospital, would deserve it so happily, and for a while, he couldn't tell whether Song Yao was trying to survive or waiting for death.

For a long time, Ye Qingming has transmitted to Song Yao more than once:

- I am both your doctor and your friend. I have an obligation to heal you, and I desire you to be healed as much as you do. So, I hope you will open up to me and cooperate with my treatment.

- It is undeniable that you are a sick person, and the things that are hidden in your heart will not make you strong, but will only evolve into your inner demons.

- So, if something happens in the future, if you get hurt, if you hurt someone, please let me know as much as you can. At this time, I am not a policeman, not a family member, not anyone who will have a negative impact on you, just your psychiatrist, and I will not do anything bad for you.

Today, he repeated the same words.

Song Yao was lying on the hospital bed, his eyes lowered, still silent.

The thin figure couldn't help but come to mind, he moved his lips, and muttered: "I like a person, she likes green, even clothes, standing there and looking at it from a distance, like a plant." ”

"I thought it was a cactus, but later I found out it was a sunflower, but I'm not the sun."

Song Yao's face suddenly distorted uncontrollably, he didn't know whether he should laugh or cry, he didn't know whether to be happy or sad, he seemed to have forgotten the way to express his emotions.

It seems that he can't accurately perceive his pain, but suddenly he feels his face wet.

He couldn't stop the tears, and he couldn't stop the overflowing greed...... The feeling of powerlessness is so suffocating...... Taken together, these things are too deadly.

"I have done all the things she hates, and I have ...... the way she hates them."

"She said I was scary, and sure enough, I scared her."

Ye Qingming looked at Song Yao's distorted expression that he didn't know how to put it, and suddenly realized that Song Yao's condition was getting more and more serious.

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