Chapter 11 The Psychological Shadow of Yin Xiao

"Mr. Yin, what do you need me to do for you?"

Her tone was neither humble nor arrogant, like a subordinate waiting for her boss to release a task, and for some reason Yin Xiao felt a little uncomfortable.

"The psychiatrist will come later, and you and I can do a hypnotic operation together."

Hypnotism? Wen Muyao was stunned for a moment.

It's a strange request.

Soon, Dr. Lee came.

He glanced at Wen Muyao, touched the stubble on his chin, and said a little jokingly: "Okay, please lie down on the bed, and remember the happiest thing you have experienced together, so that it can be effective." ”

The happiest thing?

Wen Muyao instantly thought of the scene when he was eighteen years old, when he and Yin Xiao were building a snowman in the yard together.

At that time, she was still Yin Xiao's younger sister, but Yin Xiao didn't play with her much, and building a snowman was one of the only few times.

When she was thinking about building a snowman, Yin Xiao's mind rumbled past a train - the happiest thing with her was naturally when she did that, after all, it satisfied his instinct as a man.

But the end of that incident was very bad: after turning the anger of his mother, he was whipped his back, and he lay on the ground dripping with blood and watched his mother go crazy and fell into a coma......

Those cruel images are still vivid in my mind until now.

His face sank, and his body was extremely depressed.

"Ding, ding, ding."

The sound of percussion rang in the ears of the two of them.

As Dr. Li whispered, both of them felt sleepiness at the same time, and their eyes closed and fell, as if they had fallen into a hole called time and space, and they kept fallingβ€”

"Brother, it's snowing, can you build a snowman with me, I can't build it myself."

In the white sky covered by heavy snow, Yin Xiao seemed to have returned to nine years ago - when he was twenty years old and Wen Muyao was eighteen years old.

That year, in the courtyard of the Yin family's villa, Wen Muyao mustered up the courage to stop him and begged him to accompany her to build a snowman.

But how did he get back here?

The happiest thing between him and her should have been that night, why was it such an everyday scene?

"Can't you pile it yourself?" His tone was cold, "There is nothing technical about this matter, why are you so stupid." ”

Hearing this, the little girl who wrapped herself in a thick cotton coat into a dumpling was instantly unhappy and pursed her mouth in protest.

"It's not that I can't pile it, it's that I want to pile four, and I can't pile it myself."

"Four? What are you doing with so many piles. He raised an eyebrow.

The little girl was a little embarrassed: "I want to come out with a family of four, I hope to marry a husband who is good to me in the future and have two children, preferably a son and a daughter." ”

"Isn't two too much, you like children so much?"

"Yes, how cute a child is, fragrant and soft."

The eighteen-year-old girl had the baby fat on her face that had not yet faded, and her eyes were sparkling to express her ideals.

But in the next second, the scene suddenly changed.

The girl's hair changed from a shawl to a waist-length one, and her face was more contoured and more beautiful than before, but the innocence in her eyes was gone.

"I was pregnant, and that was the night...... Conceived. ”

She handed him the pregnancy test form, and his pupils dilated for a moment.

She's pregnant, they have a baby?

What kind of child, boy or girl, and who does it look like? Will she be as beautiful as she is and as smart as he is?

He couldn't tell the difference between dreams and reality, and kept thinking about it.

Suddenly, a bloody baby appeared and asked him miserably: "Daddy! Why don't you want me! Why not me! I don't want me! ”

The baby's cry grew louder and higher, twisting into an eerie shadow and rushing towards him.

β€œβ€¦β€¦β€

Yin Xiao sat up from the bed suddenly, her eyes widened, her back soaked with cold sweat, and she gasped for breath.

"What did you dream about?" Dr. Lee's warm voice rang in my ears. Yin Xiao looked over, her eyes cloudy.

He retold Fang Cai's dream,

Dr. Li walked to the window with a thermos cup, looked at the dead trees outside the window for a while, and then walked back with a faint smile on his face.

"I'm eighty percent sure that you've been having nightmares and regretting forcing her to kill the child." He pointed to Wen Muyao, who hadn't woken up yet.

Yin Xiao was incredulous: "You mean I want to keep the child?" ”

Dr. Lee smiled but said nothing.

Yin Xiao clenched her fists, how could this be possible!

This is also ridiculous!

Dr. Li looked at him incomprehensibly: "You really regret it subconsciously, but your outward performance is that you don't want this child, your distorted personality may be related to your childhood experience, would you like to talk to me about your childhood?" ”

Yin Xiao's face darkened: "Your personality is distorted." ”

Doctor Li smiled and was about to speak, when Wen Muyao suddenly shouted loudly.

Her eyes were closed, her face was a little distorted, and her hands were waving upwards as if to drive something away.

Yin Xiao jumped over like an arrow and shook her shoulder anxiously: "What's wrong with you?" Wake up! ”

Dr. Li watched this scene, the corners of his lips curled slightly.

Wen Muyao's forehead was covered with cold sweat, and he kept struggling, and suddenly hit Yin Xiao's face with a "snap".

Yin Xiao's face was quite ugly, and she pinched her mouth fiercely: "Don't sleep!" Wake me up! ”

β€œβ€¦β€¦ Not. ”

There was a sharp pain in his cheeks, and Wen Muyao woke up in a daze.

She sat up from the bed, her eyes wide open, and after a few seconds, the tears fell from her eyes, looking very sad.

Yin Xiao was originally angry, but seeing her like this, she panicked for some reason: "What's wrong with you, what are you crying about?" ”

Wen Muyao wiped her tears and didn't speak.

Dr. Li asked softly, "Miss Wen, what did you dream about?" ”