In the year of famine, starvation was everywhere. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Qian Yunlai staggered among the black, stinking, scrawny corpses, feeling so hungry that his chest pressed against his back, and his throat was so thirsty that his throat was smoking.

The intense feeling of dizziness made him unsteady on his feet, staggering, and seemingly about to fall down at any moment.

But he was still gritting his teeth and insisting, he was going to the end of the road and enter the room.

One-step, two-step, three-step......

From time to time, there were weak moans from both sides of the road, like magic sounds piercing his ears, which made him feel very anxious.

Yourself, will you die here?

Die? The word was infinitely enlarged in his mind, hollowing out his soul and making his steps heavier and heavier.

Finally...... It's ......

A small wooden house loomed in the thick fog, and a tall chestnut tree covered the small wooden house, its branches and leaves withered and yellow, and it did not bear fruit.

Squeak-

The door opened automatically.

In the room, a thin middle-aged man and woman sat around a stove, and a huge pot was set up on top of the firewood, and the soup in the pot was boiling.

Qian Yun couldn't see their faces clearly, only knew that they were people he was very close to.

He consciously walked over to the fire and sat down, vaguely knowing that it was the place left for him.

All three were silent.

The contents of the pot boiled even harder, the aroma was overflowing, and Qian Yunlai swallowed desperately.

There is salvation! He has something to eat, and he won't die!

But the cheer in his heart had not completely dissipated, and he saw the contents of the pot clearly.

It seems to be stewed bone meat with wild vegetables, large chunks of bones, and five well-defined knuckles...... It's the bones of a human hand!

The middle-aged man and woman stretched out their hands to beckon him to eat, and the sleeves of the four black holes were empty.

"Ah!!h

Under extreme panic, Qian Yunlai finally woke up, sat up from the bed suddenly, and a large cold sweat dripped onto the placket, wetting a piece.

It's this dream again!

He shivered and turned on the bedside lamp, shivered and lit a cigarette, trying to calm himself down.

The screen of his phone next to his pillow lit up to show four o'clock in the morning, and he looked at his phone's calendar again.

Sure enough, on the twenty-fifth day of the sixth month of the lunar calendar, three days later, it will be the death day of his father's mother.

At this time of year, he would always have similar nightmares for more than thirty years.

A bright light flashed into the room where the money had arrived, startling him again.

This was followed by a thunderous roar, especially piercing in the quiet of the night.

He got up in his clothes and walked out of the window, the wind blowing the leaves in a messy manner, and the rain drifted to his face, clammy and sticky.

Suddenly, his eyes tightened, like a needle pricking his pupils.

Under the dim street lamp, two thin black shadows were facing the direction of his window, floating in the air.

Qian Yunlai rubbed his eyes, thinking that he was dazzled, but when he opened them again, the two black shadows were still ghostly.

Qian Yun's heart is about to jump to his throat, this is, hell?

He slammed the curtains shut, turned on all the lights in the room, nestled under the covers, and smoked cigarette after cigarette.

I couldn't stop coughing while smoking.

Perhaps, tomorrow it's time to go to Dr. Lee to prescribe some tranquilizers.

A few years ago, he finally got married with peace of mind, and now his wife is pregnant, in order to protect the baby bump that is destined to be born with a golden spoon in his belly, he temporarily sleeps in a separate room with him, he doesn't want to accept his father's identity with this nightmare, and wants to completely eliminate it, not to mention that today's symptoms are more serious, which is not a good omen.

Qian Yunlai has always been a vigorous and resolute person, and as soon as seven o'clock arrived, he drove to Li Hang's private psychological reception room to "talk" and wait.

Tan Tan is an absolutely hidden psychological counseling clinic on the edge of the city, nestled in a landscape of lakes and mountains, and is often visited by celebrities and has always charged a lot of money.

After many years of business, the thunderous means have accumulated a lot of wealth for the money, and no matter how high the fee is, it is a drop in the bucket for him, and he is a frequent visitor to "talk", almost every other month.

At nine o'clock, Li Hang appeared at the door of "Talk" on time, and he was talking and laughing with his newly recruited psychological assistant Xu Qiyao, a fresh graduate of the Department of Psychology of a well-known university.

Li Hang has two Chinese New Year's Eve, but he looks like he is twenty-seven or eighteen years old, although his appearance is a little clear, but he is full of affinity, and he is quite dignified with Chu Chu's clothes.

He was not surprised to see the money coming at the door, after all, he came more frequently at this time of year.

He has lost some weight compared to the last time they met, and his anorexia is probably worse again.

"Morning, Mr. Qian, please inside."

Qian Yunlai reluctantly showed an embarrassed smile and entered the door under Xu Qiyao's enthusiastic guidance.

There are all kinds of famous tea drinks in the tea room, but Xu Qiyao only brought a glass of boiled water to Qian Yun, and Li Hang nodded imperceptibly.

Sorting out the information of the visitors is a must-do, and although it was the first time she had seen Qian Yun arrive, she immediately took her seat after knowing his name.

"Dr. Li, you say, is it possible for my illness to be completely cured?"

Money has always been unhurried, and such an eager attitude is the first time Li Hang has seen it.

"The ultimate goal of treatment is, of course, to fully return to a normal state of life." Li Hang took a sip of tea and continued, "I am also relatively clear about your situation, and I have been looking for a cure for it, but ......"

Li hung up and stopped.

"Doctor Li, if you have something to say, whether it costs money or cooperates, as long as it can be cured, I have nothing to say. And, I seem to be ...... early this morning Looks like hell! “

Li Hang thought for a moment and chuckled: "With Mr. Qian's words, I am relieved." I did think of a solution, but it would involve you more privacy, a bit of a risk, and it wasn't normal psychotherapy. “

"Where do I have any privacy in front of you? As for the adventure, my old money is not in vain for so many years. “

"Of course, the fees are relatively high."

"That's not even a problem."

"Alright, you'll come back tomorrow."

Qian Yunlai drank all the boiled water at hand, and finally left with a slightly gloomy expression.