Can't let go

Geng Jie stayed downstairs at Nanjin's house all night, and went back to the hotel he often booked early the next morning, washed up, and then went to see He Jian.

They still met with Li Jingyang.

When they met again, Geng Jie's condition was worse than last time, with a sense of depression lingering in his body, looking gloomy: "I need some sleeping pills."

He Jian spoke calmly: "Relying on drugs early will not do you any good. What you need is to relieve anxiety. I can treat you with psychobehavioral therapy, but it probably won't help much. Presumably you know your heart disease Where."

Geng Jie didn't speak.

"You came to see me, probably not just for the treatment of insomnia. Since you've come here, just chat casually." He Jian smiled, "How is your lover recently?"

Geng Jie looked at him: "We broke up, he is living outside alone now."

"Oh, so." He Jian didn't seem to understand the meaning of Geng Jie's words, and still asked, "So, how is his situation now?" It seemed that Geng Jie should be able to give the answer.

Geng Jie was silent for a long time, He Jian smiled and reminded him: "Mr. Geng?"

"very good."

He Jian's smile deepened, and he gently encouraged him: "You can talk more."

Geng Jie didn't have the habit of talking about Nanjing with others, so he frowned: "This is irrelevant."

"No," He Jian said, "We are just talking about your heart disease now."

Geng Jie's gaze became deep all of a sudden, and he stared at He Jian deeply, the dejected aura on his body seemed to have a murderous intent, and it became cold and frightening.

He Jian still kept smiling, and there was even some compassionate persuasion in that smile: "If you want to cure a disease, of course you have to face your own disease first. If you want to be with him, you have to learn to stay away from him first." a little."

In the blink of an eye, it was another week, and Geng Jie never appeared downstairs in Nanjin again.

On the first day, Nanjin thought maybe something was wrong with him.

The next day, still no one was seen.

On Wednesday morning, when Nanjin went to work, his complexion was as bad as a piece of white paper, with two bruises under his eyes, which made him even more depressed.

Their team leader is a very enthusiastic and strong woman. Seeing Nanjin's expression at work, she let out a soft "Yeah" and asked him if he was not feeling well.Nanjin didn't answer, the team leader seemed to be used to it, poured him a cup of hot water, and Nanjin finally thanked him.But the glass of water was kept there, and he didn't see him take a sip when it was completely cold.

When it was time for the lunch break at noon, close colleagues made an appointment to eat in twos and threes. The team leader noticed that Nanjin didn't bring any food today, so he asked him again: "You didn't bring any food today, do you want to go to eat together?"

Nanjin didn't respond as if he didn't hear it. After a while, the team leader felt a little embarrassed and was about to leave, so he looked up and said, "Okay."

A group of them walked into the elevator together, discussing what to eat, and Nanjin stood in the corner, not participating in the discussion, like a faint shadow.

Until someone asked him: "What do you think?"

Nanjin said woodenly: "It's all fine."

Probably because his appearance was too abrupt, someone secretly exchanged glances, and once again decided that this was really a strange person.But Nanjin didn't notice anything, he just wandered around the company, and there was no familiar car.

He suddenly felt too cold to stand.

"Hey, be careful!" The team leader grabbed Nanjin, "Look at the car."

Only then did Nanjin realize that he had crossed the safety zone and stepped on the edge of the traffic flow.If someone hadn't held him back just now, if he took another step forward, he would probably be smashed to pieces.

His hands began to tremble uncontrollably.

The team leader saw that his condition was not right, and asked him, "What's wrong?"

Nanjin's throat was tight, and he swallowed several times in vain, but he was still unable to speak.He opened his mouth, and the group leader became more and more worried: "What's the matter?—Why are your hands so cold?"

The colleagues next to him also came up together: "What's the matter? Are you uncomfortable?"

Seeing so many people surrounded by the roadside, a taxi consciously slowed down, wanting to see if there was any business to do.Nanjin didn't say anything at all, stretched out his hand to stop the car, opened the door and sat in, shut the rest of the people out of the car door without hesitation, patted the back of the chair, and signaled the master to drive.

The master glanced at the rearview mirror, feeling as baffled as the group of colleagues who were left behind: "Where are you going?"

Nanjin grasped the handle of the car door, finally gained some strength, reported the address in a hoarse voice, and then closed his eyes.

He hurried home, rushed into the bedroom in a trance, took out sleeping pills and took them.It's fine if you fall asleep, and you'll be safe if you fall asleep... Fortunately, before he swallowed the medicine, he suddenly came back to his senses, looked at the white pill in his hand, and let go of it in fright, the pill crackled Crashed to the floor, rolling all over the place.

If you take too much sleeping pills, you will die.

He seemed to have suddenly discovered another dangerous and cunning part of himself, and he didn't even dare to take the medicine, so he rolled onto the bed and covered himself with the quilt.

He trembled all over, warning himself over and over again, not to die, not to die.

It wasn't until he was in a trance, and a voice quietly appeared in his consciousness: You can't die where he can't see... He seemed to finally convince the beast in his heart, and fell asleep peacefully.

When he woke up, that voice seemed to have been forgotten by him, as if it had never appeared before.

It was already dark, Nanjin sat up hugging the quilt, frowning, not at all as comfortable as sleeping.

There were hundreds of missed calls on the phone, Nanjin glanced at it indifferently, lifted the quilt and got out of bed.He walked into the living room and found that he hadn't even closed the door, so he froze in place.

He began to look around his own room, as if he wanted to find some clues.

At the beginning, he remained calm, just looking at everything in the room with his eyes, but then he gradually lost his patience and began to rummage around.

No, nothing, no sign of anyone coming.

The room was turned into a mess by him, and suddenly he heard a sound from the door. He was kneeling by the bed counting the number of sleeping pills on the floor, and immediately ran over, only to see Aunt Hua standing there.

"Oh, my mother." Aunt Hua was obviously frightened by the tornado-like situation in this room, and she couldn't help covering her chest.

Nanjin frowned, then smiled again: "Aunt Hua."

As soon as Aunt Hua saw him, her eyes turned red: "I told you how can you live a life, look at you...you little kid." Aunt Hua walked up to him, raised her hand to touch his head, wiped away tears He endured it and went back, only showing a smile.

"Okay, I've made meals for you, you go and sit down and eat, I'll clean up for you here."

Nanjin asked, "Why are you here?"

"I'm here to find relatives." Aunt Hua put the food in her hand on the dining table, and neatly cleaned up a clean place for him, "Mr. Geng doesn't want me anymore, didn't you say you would take care of me for the elderly?" ?" She turned around and blinked at Nanjin, "You can't be fooling me, are you?"

The author says:

Prepare to finish it in one breath, about 3 words.