I tentatively shouted, "Complicated? ”

He ignored me and was completely immersed in the phone. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

I was at a loss for what to do next.

The door behind me suddenly opened, and someone said to me, "Boss, the psychiatrist is here." ”

I turned my head to look over and saw that there were already some people gathered at the door, and I asked, "Who called here?" ”

A doctor said, "Mr. Fan's condition seems to be related to mental illness, and we asked a psychiatrist to ......."

"Get out." I told my assistant, "I'm not speaking, no one is allowed to come in." ”

Soon, the assistant kicked everyone out, and only when there were only three of us left in the ward, did he ask, "Boss, what should we do next?" Does Mr. Fan have his own doctor or medicine? ”

"You go and contact Mr. Fan." I said, "Go out too." ”

"This ......," said the assistant, "can I not go out?" I'm afraid he's hurting you. ”

"Don't worry, I know the severity." I'm used to seeing the bursting form of the complex sound when it gets sick, and I really don't think anything will happen to such a stupid person.

Frankly speaking, part of the reason why I kept him at my house this time instead of arranging for him to live in another private house was that although I didn't believe in the stars' words, I was a little looking forward to seeing this scene.

The assistant also went out, and there were only two people left in the ward, me and Fanyin.

I shouted again, "Complicated?"

He still ignored me.

I picked up my phone and noticed that it was still on the phone.

I thought about it, put it to my ear, and said, "Hello?"

The sound has some subtle changes due to electromagnetic waves, which reverberate in a quiet room through the hands-free.

Fanyin was still staring at it, still not moving, but I noticed that his fingers clutching the phone were silently tightening.

I was overjoyed, thought about it, and shouted, "Yinyin!"

At first, he still didn't react. But I had a strong feeling in my heart that he wasn't in a daze anymore, but thinking about something.

I've been with him for so many years that I felt the need to trust my instincts, so I didn't talk anymore.

I stood like this for a long time.

My legs started to go numb and I felt a little shaken.

Suddenly, I saw his pursed lips quiver slightly. I held my breath as I watched as the corners of his mouth slowly lifted, a smile welling up in his long narrow eyes.

This feeling......

How would I describe it? It's like the first time I saw Nian Nian smile at me. I felt that my withered and weathered heart suddenly came to life again.

After some time, the sound of the door opening was heard, and it was the assistant.

He said: "I contacted Mr. Fan, he said don't be afraid, he has only been in a daze lately and does not hurt people, he hopes that you will not let those doctors give him medicine, he will get better after a while."

I nodded, "Then do as he says."

"But can you believe his words?" He said: "This old man has a reputation for being cunning."

I said, "Don't worry."

I don't believe Old Man Fan, but I also feel in my heart that Fan Yin may have taken all the relevant drugs when he was in the mental hospital, and I don't think there is any medicine that can make him sober.

Before the assistant left, I said, "You go out."

"Your father's condition is not good," the assistant said, "and the doctor wants you to meet with them to discuss further changes to the treatment plan."

"I'll go to the hospital early the day after tomorrow."

"There are quite a few other relatives in your family who have come," he said, "and Shanshan is receiving, and if you go the day after tomorrow, will there be any bad gossip?"

I asked, "Did you buy the original from Mr. Fan?"

"He said that you can give the money directly to Mr. Fan, and the things are on him, and you ask him for it." The assistant said.

I nodded, "I'll go back the morning after tomorrow."

I don't care about gossip because now the Su family has to rely on me for food, and the wave of people who are most dissatisfied with me has been killed by Fanyin, and the rest have preached to me on the basis of their old qualifications, but as my attitude becomes more and more tough, they don't dare to say anything in front of me anymore, they just complain to my father behind my back, saying that I am stubborn. I used to care a little bit about this, but when this incident came out, I didn't even care about this anymore.

I just want to stay with Fanyin now and see how long he stays like this, and I don't want those people to ruin my good mood.

The assistant went out, and there were only two people left in the ward, me and Fanyin.

I walked over and sat down next to Fanyin, and saw that the screen in his hand was already black, and the phone was automatically hung up.

I turned it on again, and he naturally didn't respond, so I helped him connect, pressed the speakerphone, and then said into my microphone, "Yinyin."

As I had hoped, after a while, he laughed again.

I looked at him, speechless again.

Now I finally believe that the sober one before has really forgotten about me.

He laughed for a moment, presumably realizing that there was no sound in it, and the smile slowly faded from his face.

So I looked into the microphone and called again, "Yinyin."

He laughed again.

I think it might help him in his case, like playing with a baby, calling him all the time, watching him laugh and see if he doesn't smile. Call him again, see him smile again, see him not laugh again...... In this way, his reaction was faster than once, and the sun outside the window slowly rose, and slowly rose to the right sky.

I got a call out of battery on my phone, and I said, "Tone ......"

His already smiling face had a deeper smile.

I asked, "Do you want me back?"

For a long, long time after I finished speaking, he always had that smile on his face.

I watched as it faded, as the corners of his mouth that had been raised by laughter slowly drooped, and as his eyes, which had lit up with joy, slowly dimmed.

Then, a teardrop smashed on the screen of the phone.

I looked at him in a daze. I don't know how long it took, and the phone came with the sound of running out of battery and shutting down.

The mobile phone screen in his hand also flashed, and the phone was forcibly hung up.

It just so happens that I don't want to play like that anymore.

I reached out and wiped his wet eyelashes, making sure they were tears.

I wanted to say something, but my throat choked and I felt very uncomfortable.

At this moment, the mobile phone in his hand lit up again, and three words were written on the screen: Guan Chuxia.

I looked at his dull face, reached out and pulled it away, picked it up, and thought to myself that I couldn't blame him, he didn't want to be in a daze if he had the ability.

I pressed the answer button, and a lively and cheerful voice came from there: "Brother Yinyin, what are you doing?" Say yes to accompany me to choose a puppy today! ”

It seems that it is no longer familiar, and there is no need to even say hello.

I smiled and said, "Miss Guan, I'm Su Lingyu."

I can imagine her expression quickly froze when she heard my voice, and it took a long time for her to stammer: "Sister Su, why are you ...... Did I make the wrong call? ”

"No," I said, "that's his phone."

"Then ......" she stammered for a moment and suddenly smiled, "I see, you guys have lunch together, right?" Brother Otone's brother went to the bathroom, that's why you ......"

"He's sleeping," I glanced viciously at Fanyin who was in a daze on the side, and said to the phone: "If you want to choose a puppy, I know the director of a pet hospital, young, handsome and patient, I let him accompany you, how about it?"

"No, no......" her tone was full of loss.

I sympathized with her, but still said, "When Yinyin wakes up, I'll ask him to call you back."

"Oh......"

I was about to say something, when I suddenly felt discomfort next to me. I glanced over with my peripheral vision and saw that Fanyin was still sitting in place, his eyes had slipped to the corners of his eyes, and his gaze was full of urgency.

I hurriedly said, "Then let's do it first, bye."

"Bye-bye," Guan Chuxia said, "Thank you, Sister Su."

I hung up the phone, handed the phone to Fanyin, and said with a smile, "It's ringing, so I'll do a little favor." No thanks. ”

"To be able to speak so justifiably of his uncultured behavior," he glanced at me and flipped through the call logs, "It's really thick-skinned." ”

I said, "I followed you when I was seventeen, and I learned all the bad things from you."

And he? I looked at it, and I was obviously angry.

I said, "When did you wake up?"

"When you took my phone."

I was surprised: "Then you still let me take it?"

"I want to see what you're going to do." The corners of his mouth twitched: "It's really surprising."

"Accident what?" I said, "I'll bow my head."

He snorted.

"Don't explain it to your beautiful girl?"

"Tell her in a few days that she lost her phone." He pulled open the drawer and tossed his phone inside, apparently slightly stiff from sitting for too long.

I asked, "Do you know what just happened?"

"Sleep," he said, rubbing his neck, "I'm tired like this, and I'll sit and fall asleep." Suddenly he looked at me again: "What are you laughing at?"

"Nothing." I stood up and said, "I've got something to do, let's go." It was just in return for the long talk you had with my fiancé. ”

He glanced at me with a smirk, "I told him you screamed like a bone-chiller." ”

I replied, "I'm going to call her and tell her you're the thickness of a baby's arm."

He probably didn't realize that I was going to say that, and was stunned, "You were awake that day?"

"I've been using it for more than ten years." I said, "I'm leaving, you can rest well."

He asked, "Where are you going?"

"I told you yesterday, meeting." I straightened out a pleated suit and skirt, said.

He narrowed his eyes slightly: "You better go home and rest first, at least wash your face." Every time I wake up, I find that your eyes are swollen from crying, and I am sleeping and not having a funeral. ”

"Thank you for your concern." I turned around and wanted to go out, and I heard him muttering again, and then I went back to him, bent down, pressed his shoulder, looked him in the eye and asked, "You really told him that?"

His eyebrows were raised, his gaze was as solemn as a cat seeing a dog, obviously a little nervous: "How?"

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