Why do you still need to roll up after being reborn?

Snow has been falling all day long, and by the time the last class in the afternoon was over, the entire campus had turned into a silvery world.

[Wait for me in your classroom after school. 】

After Song Jiawen read all the topics assigned by the teacher, she slowly put away her books and took out her mobile phone from her pocket to turn it on.

After two buzzes, he quickly saw the text message from Jiang Yan.

【it is good】

She replied with one word and continued to collect the books.

"It's snowing heavily outside, do you want to go together?"

Xue Weisong packed his things, turned around and said, "I brought an umbrella."

As he spoke, Xue Weisong took out a folded blue umbrella from the table hole and placed 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."

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

"Be careful, don't slip."

<divclass="contentadv">Song Jiawen blinked, "Aren't you going to play?"

"Senior Brother Ouyang, this is my sister."

She wore thicker clothes, a thin down jacket over a sweater, and a fur collar coat over it.

From the moment she entered the door, Ouyang Nan noticed that Song Jiawen's body was always tense. Even though her mother and second brother were beside her, she was always close to the young man standing behind her, and her movements were still unconscious. .

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

"Xiaosi, this Dr. Ouyang is a good friend of the second brother's senior brother, and he and the second brother are also schoolmates. He is very gentle, you don't need to be afraid."

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

Jiang Yan watched her movements and said nothing.

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

When they came to class in the morning, their eyes were filled with tears when they saw the snowflakes all over the sky, but due to limited time, they could only grab a handful to enjoy themselves.

Their eyes met and they passed by each other.

Shen Mengfei said, "You still don't want to give up?"

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

Nowadays, the snow is thick, and walking is not particularly slippery. Like a child, Song Jiawen deliberately picked the snowy areas to walk, stepping on them with a squeaking sound. Her face, which was always cold, kept smiling because of the snow.

Jiang Yan reached out to pick up her schoolbag. His eyes paused when he saw the blue umbrella and asked, "Your umbrella?"

The temperature in Yunzhou is warmer than that in Beijing. It rarely snows, and even if it does, there are only a few salt particles. This is really the first time she has seen such goose-feather heavy snow.

At first glance, this was the feeling he had when he saw Song Jiawen for the first time.

Halfway through, he slipped on a ball of snow and nearly fell down, but Jiang Yan caught him in time.

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

In high school, I probably did a lot of running and exercise, so I was in good health. I rarely got a fever or cold anyway. But now I don't know whether it's because she doesn't exercise enough or she finds her family to relax. In short, she feels that her cold has not been getting better since the last time she had a fever.

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

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

"Then why don't we go eat first instead of playing."

Now that school is finally over, it’s so boring to hold an umbrella.

Yu Feng found a psychiatrist she knew and wanted to try to help her, but she refused.

Originally wearing a thick thread hat on her head, Jiang Yan put on the hat of her woolen coat.

Song Jiawen didn't take it seriously at all. After standing upright, she saw the untrodden snow and stepped on it again.

Before he finished speaking, Song Jiawen turned around and looked over, the smile on her face faded, and her dark eyes looked at him quietly.

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

December [-]st, Saturday.

Since Song Jiawen fell ill last time, Xue Weisong brought her something almost every day, including snacks, coffee, and milk. He would occasionally accept it, but most of the time he refused.

Jiang Yan was helpless, "I know you are resisting 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. Jiajia, you don't want to always have colds and fevers, right?"

Jiang Yan was like an old father. Seeing that she was about to run out, Jiang Yan reached out and grabbed the collar of her neck and brought her back to stand in front of her.

After a brief exchange of greetings, Yu Feng introduced Song Jiawen to Ouyang Nan.

In classrooms.

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

Jiang Yan felt the strength of Song Jiawen's hand holding his arm. He turned to face her, stretched out his other hand to hug her, and coaxed softly, "Don't be afraid, I will stay with you."

"Then be careful and don't catch a cold."

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

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 the moment. Professional matters were best left to professionals.

"want!"

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

This is the first time for her to be so childish!

Thinking about the call Mu Chenyan gave him before, Jiang Yan considered it for a moment, and when Song Jiawen almost fell down again and hugged his arm, he said softly, "Jiajia, your second brother found a psychiatrist for you."

Jiang Yan was almost dazzled by her smile.

Song Jiawen had just packed her schoolbag when a shadow fell in front of her.

Of course, the wait was not in vain. During this period, we also picked up two old customers who had made appointments before.

Yu Feng took Song Jiawen, Jiang Yan and Mu Chenyan to the largest hotel in Kyoto, Jinxuan Hotel.

He didn't say much, but the blue umbrella still remained on Song Jiawen's table.

Apart from a psychiatrist, he didn't know how to help her.

"Gaga."

"Keep your hat on."

Xue Weisong stopped looking at Jiang Yan, turned around and walked downstairs, murmuring, "If you don't give it a try, I'm afraid I will regret it later."

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

Ouyang Nan couldn't help but look at Jiang Yan a few more times, wondering in his mind, under what circumstances did he make Song Jiawen so dependent on him?

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

Life in her adoptive parents' home was not very smooth after being abducted, but this girl, like Yu Feng, has a high IQ and an amazing memory. Therefore, Ouyang Nan guessed that these fourteen years of life were not the main reason for her poor sleep and unconscious panic.

Because she can remember it very clearly.

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

I originally wanted to post it tomorrow, but after thinking about it, I might as well post it.