The snow was falling all day, and by the time the last class was over in the afternoon, the whole campus was a world of silver.

[Wait for me in your classroom after school.] 】

After Song Jiawen read all the topics assigned by the teacher, she slowly took out her mobile phone from her pocket and turned it on while slowly packing up her books.

After humming twice, I quickly saw the short message sent by Jiang Yan.

【Good】

She replied with a word, and then continued to collect the book.

"It's snowing a lot outside, do you want to walk together?"

Xue Weisong packed up his things, turned his head and said, "I brought an umbrella." ”

As he spoke, Xue Weisong took out a folded blue umbrella from the hole in the table and put it on Song Jiawen's table.

Song Jiawen glanced at the umbrella and shook her head, "You can use it yourself, I want to play in the snow." ”

When they came to class in the morning, their eyes were hot when they looked at the snowflakes in the sky, but because of the limited time, they could only grab a handful and enjoy it.

Now that school is finally over, it's so boring to play an umbrella again.

However, Liang Yujun and the others are all experimental classes in the afternoon, and they are not in this building, so there is no need to wait for them to be with them today.

"Then pay attention, don't catch a cold."

Xue Weisong saw that she had no intention of standing up, and knew that she didn't want to go together.

He didn't say much, but the blue umbrella was still left on Song Jiawen's desk.

When he went downstairs with Shen Mengfei, he met Jiang Yan who was going upstairs on the second floor.

The four eyes are facing each other, and they are staggered.

Coming down from the second floor, Xue Weisong couldn't help but stop and turned to look back.

Shen Mengfei said, "Don't you want to give up?" ”

Since Song Jiawen was sick last time, Xue Weisong has brought her things almost every day, including snacks, coffee, and milk, and occasionally accepts them, but most of the time she refuses.

Xue Weisong no longer looked at Jiang Yan, turned around and walked downstairs, muttering, "If you don't try it, I'm afraid I'll regret it later." ”

At a glance, this is how he felt when he first met Song Jiawen.

in the classroom.

As soon as Song Jiawen packed her schoolbag, a shadow was cast in front of her.

Jiang Yan reached out and picked up her schoolbag, her eyes paused when she saw the blue umbrella, and asked, "Your umbrella?" ”

"Xue Weisong's, he forgot to take it."

After saying that, she calmly picked up the umbrella and stuffed it back into his table.

Jiang Yan watched her movements and didn't say anything more.

The two went downstairs, and as soon as they walked outside, Song Jiawen couldn't help but exclaim, "Wow! It's so thick. ”

The temperature in Yunzhou is warmer than in Kyoto, and it rarely snows, even if it falls, it is only a small number of salt particles, and it is really the first time she has seen such a goose-feather snow.

"Put your hat on."

Jiang Yan was like an old father, seeing that she was about to run out, he hurriedly reached out and grabbed the back of his neck, and brought the person back to stand in front of him.

She wore a thicker sweater, a thin down jacket on the outside and a woolen collar coat on the outside.

Originally, she was wearing a thick line hat on her head, and Jiang Yan put on the hat of her tweed coat again.

"Be careful, don't slip."

Song Jiawen blinked, "Aren't you playing?" ”

Jiang Yan paused and asked, "Do you want to build a snowman after eating?" ”

"Yes!"

"Okay, I'll pile it up for you later."

"Then why don't you go to dinner first, and stop playing yet."

Now that the snow is thick, walking is not particularly slippery, Song Jiawen deliberately walks like a child where there is a lot of snow, stepping on it creaking, and her face is always cold, because of this snow smile.

Jiang Yan was almost dazzled by her laughter.

Halfway through, because of a ball of snow that slipped on his feet, he was hugged by Jiang Yan in time when he almost fell.

Song Jiawen didn't care at all, and after standing up straight, she saw the snow that had not been stepped on and stepped on it again.

It's the first time for her to be so childish!

Thinking about the phone call Mu Shenyan gave him before, Jiang Yan thought about it, and when Song Jiawen almost fell down and hugged his arm again, he said softly, "Gajia, the psychiatrist your second brother found for you."

Before he finished speaking, Song Jiawen turned her head to look over, the smile on her face disappeared, and her dark eyes looked at him quietly.

Jiang Yan was helpless, "I know you are very resistant to this now, but if you don't sleep well for a long time, it will have an impact on your body, for example, your immunity will decrease." Gaga, you don't want to have a cold and fever all the time, do you? ”

In the past, when I was in high school, I guess it was because I often ran and exercised, but my body was okay, but I rarely had a fever and a cold anyway. But now I don't know if it's because I've exercised less, or I've found my family to relax, in short, since the last fever, I feel that her cold has not been good.

She told Jiang Yan that she slept well at night and didn't wake up. But Mu Shenyan slept with her three times, and three times in the middle of the night, he would suddenly grab her arm and tremble, and then open his hazy and frightened sleepy eyes, and only fell asleep again after a long time.

Yufeng found a psychiatrist she knew and tried to give her counseling, but she refused.

Jiang Yan could feel the rejection and fear in her heart when she talked about this, but he had no other way to solve it at present, and professional things were best left to professional people.

Except for the psychiatrist, he didn't know how to help her.

"Gaga."

Jiang Yan felt that Song Jiawen's hand grabbing his arm was exerting force, he turned to face her, stretched out his other hand to hug her, and coaxed softly, "Don't be afraid, I will accompany you." ”

Song Jiawen buried her head in his arms and hugged him tightly.

Saturday, December 1st.

Yufeng took Song Jiawen, Jiang Yan and Mu Shenyan to the largest hotel in Kyoto, Jinxuan Hotel.

"Little Si, this Doctor Ouyang is a good friend of the second brother, and he is also an alumnus with the second brother, he is very gentle, you don't have to be afraid."

The person was invited by his senior brother from abroad, not to mention how famous and authoritative he is, and he is also dedicated, otherwise he would not have waited for more than ten days when Song Jiawen refused at the beginning.

Of course, people did not wait in vain, and during this period, they also picked up two old customers who had made appointments before.

After Yufeng knocked on the door, a middle-aged man wearing black-rimmed glasses came over and opened the door.

"Senior Brother Ouyang, this is my sister."

After a brief greeting, Yufeng introduced Song Jiawen to Ouyang Nan.

From the moment she entered the door, Ouyang Nan noticed that Song Jiawen's body had been tense, even though her mother and second brother were by her side, but she had been close to the young man standing behind her, and her movements were still unconscious.

Ouyang Nan couldn't help but look at Jiang Yan twice, and guessed in his heart, under what circumstances did he make Song Jiawen so dependent on him?

Since he wants to give psychological counseling to the other party, Ouyang Nan naturally wants to understand the patient's past and experience.

Life in her adoptive parents' house after being abducted was not very smooth, but this girl has a high IQ like Yufeng and has an amazing memory. Therefore, Ouyang Nan guessed that the past fourteen years of life were not the main source of her poor sleep and unconscious panic now.

Because she can remember it very well.

But now what caused her to wake up for no reason was obviously not a clear memory on the surface, it was most likely a special experience, and she deliberately buried and forgotten it.

I originally wanted to send it tomorrow, but after thinking about it, I still sent it.