All men are like my ex

"Have you had insomnia lately?"

"Well, occasionally. Not very often."

"Have you taken your medicine on time?"

"some."

"Have you been hallucinating recently?"

Have it?

Bai Yichen sat on the very soft fabric sofa with his eyes closed, his hands lightly resting on his knees, he could feel the warmth of the sun shining on his hands through the undrawn curtains, and he could also hear the psychological pressure. The rustle of the doctor scratching on the paper with a pen.

The voice was not loud, but calmed and relaxed him.

He thought about it and said, "No."

How could it be an illusion?That must be the best gift God has given to his devout believers after hearing his prayer.

"It's fine if you don't have one, come over again next Saturday." The doctor's voice of writing the case stopped.

"Doctor Xia, have you finished asking today's questions?" Bai Yichen asked softly.His voice was very pleasant, like the dew condensed in the early morning, clear and bright.

"It's over, but don't open your eyes yet."

Bai Yichen raised his eyebrows, and the smile on his lips deepened.

After a few seconds, he heard Xia Qi's smiling voice: "Okay, you can open your eyes now."

Bai Yichen opened his eyes lightly, and the first thing he saw was Shi Yinan's familiar face—that face that haunted him in his dreams, occupied every frame of his memory, and resided in the deepest part of his soul, making him mad like a madman. A dazed face.

With a smile, his deep eyes like the sea were full of soft light, just watching him quietly like that, holding a bouquet of Corolla roses stained with crystal dew in his hand.

The rosebuds are plump and dazzling, showing off its gorgeous and soft posture in the warm yellow sunlight.

"Shi Yinan" opened his mouth, but Xia Qi's voice said: "Yichen, Happy Valentine's Day."

Bai Yichen's long eyelashes trembled slightly, and a thin layer of mist gradually filled the bottom of his eyes. He smiled and stretched out his left hand. There was a cross-shaped scar on his wrist, hovering over him like an ugly and terrifying centipede. Thin wrists.

One, two, three... a total of six roses, the flower language is smooth.

"Thank you, Dr. Xia." Bai Yichen took the bouquet of Corolla roses with a smile, and said with the tip of his nose, sniffing lightly.

The bouquet of roses exuded a faint fragrance. With his breathing, it spread to every corner of his body. Bai Yichen sent the fragrance into his lungs one mouthful after another like taking drugs, as if it could heal his skin. , all the pain in the blood and bones.

Xia Qi nodded with a smile and said, "Today is Valentine's Day, but you seem to have forgotten it. I wish you a happy Sunday."

"I will. Thank you, Dr. Xia." Bai Yichen thanked repeatedly and left, with a happy smile on his face all the time, but the slight bruise in his eyes clearly told others that he hadn't slept well recently .

Bai Yichen always had a smile on his face. When he got home, he took out the key and opened the door of the villa, and said softly to the empty room, "Yi Nan, I'm back. Did you miss me?"

His voice slowly echoed through the empty house, passing through every empty room.

"You must miss me, don't worry, I'll cook right away."

Bai Yichen took off the thin cashmere cardigan sweater and hung it on the clothes hanger next to the shoe cabinet.Apart from his light brown sweater, there is also a dark gray woolen coat on the dark brown wooden clothes, but the model is not something he can wear.

Although it's almost spring, the weather in Nancheng is still a bit cold, not to mention it's raining today.

The pattering rain slid down the eaves, and a few thin transparent water lines hung down, smashing pale white water mist on the ground.

Bai Yichen glanced out of the window, and saw that the roses in the garden that had just sprouted buds were a little wilted by today's rain, and they were hanging their buds down—let's go out and build a canopy later.Thinking of this, Bai Yichen put the cooked pumpkin porridge into a large bowl, put it on the dining table in the living room, and took two sets of bowls and chopsticks from the cupboard before walking out of the kitchen.

He first served a bowl of porridge and put it on the empty seat in front of him, and then sat down to serve the porridge for himself.

The hot pumpkin porridge steamed into a white mist, and the light blue transparent vase with a high neck and round belly on the dining table contained the bouquet of Corolla roses he received today. The petals were deep wine red, like a glass of fragrant red wine. People want to be drunk, with a goose yellow tablecloth, there is an indescribable warmth.

Bai Yichen took a sip of porridge, curled up his white and round toes on the warm carpet, and suddenly opened his lips and read a song "My Heart and My Everything" in French——

"My heart and all that I am,

I want you to take it,

I just ask you to leave me a pair of eyes,

let me see you.

on me

There is nothing you have not conquered,

You took its life,

And take its death with it,

If I have anything to lose,

I wish you would take me there,

I just ask you to leave me a pair of eyes,

so I can see you..."

The young man's beautiful and magnetic voice resounded in the huge room, with a somewhat nasal tone and the rustling rain, as solemn and solemn as a poetry recitation performance.

This poem was written by the Portuguese poet Camões.

As said in the poem, there is nothing in Bai Yichen that has not been conquered by Shi Yinan.

All his gazes, memories, feelings, even life, everything about him belongs to Shi Yinan.

The sound of rain outside never stopped.Rusting, like a lover's affectionate murmur, gently isolated him from the outside world.

In a trance, Bai Yichen suddenly felt as if he had returned to his college days. He and Shi Yinan were sitting face to face in the library. Read one love poem after another.

He can freely lick every inch of his lover's naked or covered skin with his eyes, outline his eyebrows and figure with love, and finally embed his face into his heart.

And Shi Yinan was sitting in front of him, with his head down, writing formulas and various charts on the paper that he couldn't understand.

Whenever he said the words "I love you", he would gently bump his leg from under the table, and then handed over a piece of white paper from the table, on which was written a sentence in smooth and gorgeous fonts: I love you too baby.

As long as he raised his head, he could see Shi Yinan sitting in front of him, with eyes full of affection, which could make him forget all the pain and sadness.

The first sight you see is the beginning of a lifetime of downfall.

But when he looked up now, he could only see an empty space.

In this huge room, apart from him, there was no other living person's breath.

Bai Yichen suddenly felt that his vision was blurred, as if his eyes were covered by water mist.He blinked his lower eyelids lightly, and felt a tingle on his cheek. He reached out to touch it, but his fingers were cold—because no one would wipe away those tears for him anymore.

"Is the porridge not good?"

The room was still silent, and no one answered him.

But at that moment, Bai Yichen suddenly felt that he heard the sharpest noise, the ear-piercing and roaring sound, like a huge explosion, which brought countless gravel and flying sand quickly through his chest, shaking him. The pain in his head prevented him from hearing other sounds except this noise, so he couldn't hear Shi Yinan's answer.

Bai Yichen was convinced that Shi Yinan was here.

He was talking to him, he was with him all the time, but he couldn't hear his voice, couldn't see his shadow.

It seemed as if a century had passed, Bai Yichen felt his head became quiet again, so quiet that he could hear the scream of his blood boiling and his heart hoarse, it was vibrating and beating in his chest cavity , the excitement as if it would burst in the next moment brought an uncontrollable sourness to his head, forcing tears to burst out, drop by drop into the empty bowl, or smear on the warm light yellow tablecloth There are circles of dark water marks.

Bai Yichen smiled blankly, looked at the bowl of cold porridge in front of him, got up to clean up the bowl and chopsticks, and apologized softly: "If you don't like it, don't eat it. I'm sorry, I will change to other flavors next time."

"Happy Valentine's Day."

"Yi Nan, I love you."