"Have you ever eaten anything delicious? Like what...... Mom's cooking. Yan Xinyi guided.

"Braised stinky mandarin fish, teppanyaki edamame tofu, pepper and salt pumpkin flowers, stir-fried river shrimp with green peppers." The names of several dishes suddenly jumped out of the depths of Zhong Kenan's memory, and he said them in one breath.

"Why is it still stinking and rotten." Yan Xinyi deliberately teased.

A subtle smile appeared on the corner of Zhong Kenan's mouth: "It sounds stinky and rotten, but it's actually very delicious." ”

"I'm hungry." Yan Xinyi took advantage of the situation and said, "I just happened to be hungry, let's go eat authentic Hui cuisine and taste the taste of mother." ”

They found a restaurant nearby, and the décor was simple and stylish, and it made people feel comfortable. Zhong Kenan ordered braised stinky mandarin fish, teppanyaki edamame tofu, pumpkin flowers with salt and pepper, stir-fried river shrimp with green peppers, and stewed stone fungus with stone frogs.

"You eat too much delicacies from the mountains and seas now, are you still used to eating this kind of home-cooked food?" Yan Xinyi asked with a smile.

"Where can the delicacies of the mountains and seas compare to home-cooked food, it is a taste that will never be forgotten for a lifetime." Zhong Kenan replied very seriously.

"It's delicious." After the dish was served, Yan Xinyi praised while eating, "How is your mother's craftsmanship compared?" ”

"The taste is still a little worse." Zhong Kenan said.

Yan Xinyi raised his eyes and stared, there was a slight sorrow, a faint worry, which spread in the faint light under his eyes. She only felt as if the sorrow in the glimmer of light also jumped on her heart. "You said that you have a vague impression of your mother. She was always busy and rarely had time to spend with you. If that's the case, how can you remember the taste of her cooking, and still remember the name of the dish so clearly? Do you really never forget the taste of those home-cooked dishes for the rest of your life? ”

Zhong Kenan seemed to be greatly shocked, and looked at Yan Xinyi in a bit of a daze, his eyes were moist, and his tone was extremely sincere and deep: "Not just for one lifetime, even in the next life, I will still be obsessed with that taste." ”

"A large part of your memories were imposed on you by your father, right?" Yan Xinyi began her narrative psychotherapy, "He hates your mother, so he deliberately says that she is not in front of you, and even makes you hate her." He gives you subtle negative psychological cues. Studies have shown that children are the most susceptible to psychological suggestion due to sensitivity, vulnerability, and psychological immaturity. For the child, no matter what, one is the biological father and the other is the biological mother, and the child is not willing to lose either at all.

Your father's actions have stabbed you in the heart, leaving you feeling unloved, abandoned, insecure, and mentally handicapped. ”

Zhong Kenan stared out the window with a faint gaze, his body did not move at all, nor did he speak, as if he was immersed in the memories of the past.

As the night fell, a large chandelier lit up in the living room of Yu Rushan's sister Yu Luqing's house, Yu Luqing, Zhan Xiangyang, Zhong Kenan and Yan Xinyi were all sitting on the sofa in the living room. And Zhong Kenan has been smoking cigarettes since he got the news of his mother's death from Yan Xinyi at dinner just now, and his eyes are full of red threads, at this time he lit another cigarette and took a deep puff.

Zhan Xiangyang also held a cigarette, and the smoke made by the two of them was dense, diffuse, and diffuse...... Everything in the living room was shrouded in smoke, hazy as a dream.

Yan Xinyi only hugged her knees with her hands, making a gesture of preparing to listen. Yu Luqing was silent, her eyes misty.

"The wicked person who kidnapped your mother in your father's mouth is me. But in fact, your mother and I are just colleagues and friends, and we don't even have the slightest ambiguous relationship. Zhan Xiangyang began to speak slowly. He is a rather heroic middle-aged man, although he is fat and the top of his head is bald, he can still vaguely see the demeanor of his youth, "Your father Zhong Xingquan is a very possessive and suspicious person. Rushan not only has outstanding appearance, but also has a higher education than him, and her work ability is stronger than him, and after the two got married, the gap became bigger and bigger. Zhong Xingquan began to be suspicious, suspecting that Rushan would run away with other men. He is as suspicious of Rushan as a psychopath, and he will do everything he can to spy on her and look for all the so-called 'evidence'. Rushan and I are colleagues and good partners, and I have become his key suspect. Once we went on a business trip together, accompanied by two female colleagues, they lived in a room for three people, but Zhong Xingquan didn't believe it, and punched and kicked Rushan, beating her all over the body. ”

"You were only 6 years old." Yu Luqing took over the conversation, she looked at Zhong Kenan with sad eyes, "There will be a second time in domestic violence, and after that, it has become commonplace for my sister to be beaten." Even when she went back to her parents' house for refuge, your father suspected that she was taking the opportunity to date a man and chased her home to scold. The elder sister was tortured, suffered from depression, attempted suicide by cutting her wrists with a fruit knife, and was sent to the hospital for rescue. People are rescued, but they are in a trance, they can't control their emotions, they will suddenly fall into pain and can't extricate themselves, they often have nightmares at night, and they often have suicidal thoughts. Our whole family thought that such a marriage could not be sustained any longer, so we resolutely supported her divorce, and did not hesitate to tear her face with your father and send her to a big hospital in Hefei for treatment. My sister couldn't bear you, but she was in such a physical condition at that time that she couldn't take care of you at all. ”

"Obsessive-compulsive disorder and mild persecution paranoia, the inability to control one's behavior at the onset of the disease, the condition is already very serious." Yan Xinyi made a diagnosis of Zhong Xingquan's behavior back then.

"You're right, I took him to a psychiatrist, and that's the diagnosis. It's just that when it's not sick, it's the same as a normal person. Yu Luqing took over, "He refuses to cooperate with the treatment, and he can't be forced to be admitted to the hospital if he is not aggressive, so there is no solution." ”

The light of the fire on the cigarette butt danced in Zhong Kenan's pupils, and he never knew that the root of the tragedy actually came from his father, not his mother. Through the hazy smoke, Yu Luqing's face gradually coincided with the face of her mother in her childhood memories. The two sisters have similar appearances, Yu Luqing is well maintained, and she is still beautiful when she is over half a hundred years old. His eyes were moist and his emotions were agitated.

Zhan Xiangyang took a deep puff of cigarette and continued: "I happened to go to Hefei because of a job transfer at that time. Zhong Xingquan even more convinced that Rushan insisted on divorcing him because of me, and insulted and spread rumors everywhere. I didn't bother to bother with him, anyway, I walked away, out of sight. Out of concern for my friend, I did my best to take care of Rushan, and when her condition stabilized, I recommended her to work in my research institute. Rushan herself is very good, and her work is hard-working, and she was soon reused and became the backbone of scientific research.

She's going to wait until she's established in that city, and then negotiate with your dad to take you over. But at that time, I got the news that your father died of drinking and fell into the river, and you have been picked up by your grandmother. Because of listening to your father's rumors, your whole family hates Rushan very much, especially your grandmother, who thinks that her son was killed by her, hates her to the core, and doesn't want her to see you at all. In that case, her depression flares up again, and it is worse than before, close to a nervous breakdown, unable to function normally, and unwilling to socialize with people, and this treatment is several years. ”

Zhan Xiangyang leaned deep on the sofa and didn't speak again, and the smoke covered his entire face.

"At that time, I had immigrated to the United States and had citizenship status, and I felt that it would be good for my sister to live in a different environment. After consulting my sister, she was willing to go abroad to live with me. I applied for her to go abroad and took her to the United States for recuperation. After my sister went abroad, her whole state gradually improved, she began to be willing to socialize with people, and she also worked actively, integrated into the local society, and finally lived a peaceful life for several years. However, God is so unfair to her......" Yu Luqing's voice choked, she picked up the teacup, her eyes were misty staring at the pale green, jade-like liquid in the cup, "Three years ago, my sister was in a car accident, and the doctor determined that she was brain dead, and she was kept alive by a respirator and feeding tube, waiting for the family to decide whether to extubate or not. We couldn't bear to extubate immediately, so we insisted on maintaining it for more than half a year, expecting a miracle. However, the miracle did not come ......"

She looked down at the teacup, a tear quietly dripped into the cup, and the green liquid immediately rippled out countless ripples, "Dragged like this, my sister was also tortured, and in the end we could only agree to end the meaningless treatment, remove the ventilator and feeding tube, and let her die a natural death." ”

Yan Xinyi was silent, listening to this passage was poignant.

"The story can be over." Zhan Xiangyang's voice was cold and profound, as if it came from a distant valley.

Zhong Kenan let out a large puff of smoke, and his deep face was hidden in the rising smoke. He was silent and silent, outwardly he was calm, but in fact his heart was churning like boiling water, his headache was terrible, and his heart ached even more. After a long time, he was weak and spit out words, every word seemed to be dug out of his heart and lungs, and there was still dripping blood: "Is there a picture of my mother?" I want to see it. ”

"I took a video before extubation, and I brought it here this time, just to let you see it." Yu Luqing opened her phone and handed it to Zhong Kenan to play the video.

Yan Xinyi and Zhan Xiangyang both leaned over to watch, in the video, Yu Rushan was lying quietly, with a tube in her nose, her mouth wide open, breathing hard, and every breath seemed to have exhausted her strength. Zhong Kenan subconsciously groped his mother's face through the screen, his fingers trembled nervously, and his eyes reflecting tears were moist and clear.