In the dark, Jiang Yan sat alone on the floor next to the sofa, and the computer in front of him displayed the precautions for suffering from post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD).

It's just that the more she looks at it, the more uncomfortable she feels.

When a person suffers a major trauma, they will instinctively avoid the trauma and refuse to think about the trauma, but the trauma will repeatedly break into their dreams, and they will clearly feel the original despair and grief again and again in the dreams.

Over time, they will have difficulty sleeping, be restless, and even become misanthropic.

Data show that people with PTSD are at higher risk of suicide and self-harm.

Jiang Yan stretched out her hand to close the computer, her eyes were astringent, she walked into the bedroom gently, looking at the person lying on the bed, his helpless voice just now pierced her heart.

Over the years, he not only had to be tortured by what happened at the beginning, but also blamed himself for not protecting her well.

In fact, his scars never scabbed.

It was the first time she felt so sorry for someone, and she wished she could endure all these pains for him.

Jiang Yan approached and saw that he was still frowning even in his sleep, curled up on the bed in a state of self-preservation.

She reached out to help him smooth the corners of his eyebrows, but before she could get closer, he suddenly grabbed his wrist tightly, and there was anger in his eyes that he didn't have time to hide.

There was only a faint light shining in from the living room in the room, and the two looked at each other quietly for a few seconds, and Chen seemed to realize who was in front of him, and he suddenly let go of his hand, and pursed the corners of his mouth in annoyance.

"Brother, it's okay," Jiang Yan's voice rose, pretending to be relaxed, "You just slept for less than two hours, do you want to continue sleeping?" ”

"No need," Chen's voice was hoarse, he cleared his throat, lifted the quilt and got up, "It's time for you to go home, I'll send you." ”

"I told my mom that I'll stay with you tonight."

Chen's most coat-wearing hand paused, he turned to look at her and frowned slightly: "No." ”

I saw Jiang Yan holding the quilt he had just covered and lying directly on the bed, "Anyway, I told the family, I won't leave, don't drive me." ”

Chen's tone was dry: "Come down." ”

"I don't."

The two looked at each other in silence, and the room was quiet except for the regular ticking sound of the cooking pot in the living room.

In the end, Chen was the first to compromise: "Eat first." ”

"I ordered takeout."

"......," he tugged at the corners of his mouth, "you've been ready to rely on this for a long time, haven't you?" ”

"Brother, what you said," Jiang Yan sat up with the quilt in his arms, "Did you say it yourself, I can live as long as I want, why did it become that I want to rely here." ”

"That's before you know..."

Didn't know he had a mental illness.

Jiang Yan snorted: "No matter what, I have to live here, and you just say that what you said before doesn't count." ”

Looking at her arrogant appearance, Chen Shi suddenly smiled, "Jiang Xiaoyan, you are bolder than I thought." ”

He originally thought that she was a delicate little girl, and after knowing that he had such an illness, even if she was still willing to be close to him in her heart, at least there would be a period of acceptance.

But so far, it seems that not only did she accept him quickly, but she also didn't treat him as an outlier.

"That's because you're Chen the most,"

Jiang Yan stood up, "What are you like, I know best, I'm not afraid of you." ”

"Okay, I'm going to check your five or three tonight."

“……”

Jiang Yan pinched his waist in disbelief: "Brother, you can't see me well, right, and I didn't have time to do the homework you just assigned me." ”

"Oh," Chen said in a procrastinating tone, "but I can't see you." ”

“……”

Jiang Yan resigned himself to his fate and came down from the bed, humming in his mouth, "After all, it was a mistake." ”

Watching her go out on slippers, Chen's darkest eyes were full of tenderness, he lowered his eyes and smiled silently, her reaction was much better than he expected.

The doctor always said that he was too pessimistic about everything, that he only instinctively thought of all the worst outcomes, but she always surprised him.

Jiang Yan lay on the table in the living room to calculate the problem, and Chen Shi put on an apron and went into the kitchen.

In fact, from the moment he left the bedroom to go to the kitchen, her attention was not on the topic.

She counted in a whisper: "Three, two......"

"Jiang Yan!"

Chen came out of the kitchen with a box on his fingertips, "What is this?" ”

She smiled innocently: "It's written on it." ”

Chen smelled the indescribable smell the most, his temples jumped, and he took the takeaway box far away from him in disgust, but the sour smell seemed to fill the whole room.

"Did Aunt Ye say that she wouldn't let you eat these things?"

"yes, so I didn't eat it in front of my mother."

"......," Chen laughed the most, "It's not important to take my life, right?" ”

"Brother, I also ordered one for you."

“？”

Chen looked around suspiciously, "Where did you hide that one?" ”

Looking at her smiling appearance, he suddenly had a bad premonition.

"You won't be..."

A few minutes later, Jiang Yan stood at the door of the kitchen and listened to Chen's most gnashing voice coming from the study, she shrunk her neck, and her smiling eyes were about to squint together.

"Jiang Xiaoyan, your skin is itchy, right?" Chen came out of the study with a piece of snail noodles, "You just have itchy skin!" I think you just don't clean up! You're going to do everything you can to keep me from checking my homework, right? ”

"Brother, what you said, what bad thoughts can my sister have,"

Jiang Yan bent his eyes, "This is a good thing, purely to share it with you, as the saying goes, don't forget Gou Fugui." ”

Chen gritted his teeth and smiled: "I thank you." ”

The two of them were playing around, which made the oppressive atmosphere in the room dissipate a lot.

It's just that when the two of them sit opposite each other at the dining table, Chen's most twisted eyebrows can trap mosquitoes.

"Jiang Xiaoyan, my brother still wants to live a few more years."

Chen looked at the snail noodles with red oil floating in front of him and exuding a rich flavor, which was really hard to eat.

Looking at Jiang Yan who had already taken a bite, his face was full of enjoyment, he closed his eyes and did a good job of psychological construction, but he still couldn't open his mouth.

"Brother, I promise, this thing just smells stinky and tastes delicious, just like stinky tofu."

“…… But I didn't think the stinky tofu was delicious. ”

It's just because of her strong recommendation that I take a bite of my face.

"Okay then," Jiang Yan picked up the powder with chopsticks and blew it, "If my brother doesn't eat it, I'll eat it all." ”

Before she could finish speaking, she saw a large bowl of untouched snail noodles being pushed in front of her.

“……”

He doesn't play by the routine!

Can't even make a show?

Jiang Yan snorted twice, and no longer embarrassed him, she also made porridge for him.

"When you're done, go take a shower and wash three times."

"What? I wash it less, can you still check what's wrong? ”