Self-illness

Thirteen opened her eyes, everything was the same, she sat up and looked out the window.

The tree smell hanging outside was like a painting painted in the window frame. She stood up barefoot, bent down and took out clothes and pants from the cabinet under the bed, took off her pajamas, and put on underwear, bottom shirt, coat and socks ,shoe.

She stepped on the soft carpet, walked through the living room with a light blue fabric sofa, and walked into the kitchen. She picked up a plastic cup, took a glass of water, rinsed her mouth, and drank another glass.

She went into the bathroom, squeezed toothpaste, took water from a cup, and brushed her teeth. When she looked up, she found a post-it note on the wall with words written in black pen.

"What month is it today? How do you feel? Write it down." Facing the note, there is a small notebook on the shelf next to it, and there is a very short pencil in the notebook.

Thirteen was a little at a loss, she was still brushing her teeth stiffly, but her eyes kept moving back and forth on the notes and notebooks, because the non-stop movements of her hands left her with no extra time to think about it.

After brushing her teeth, she squeezed out a little facial cleanser and spread it gently on her face, but the paper on the note appeared in front of her eyes again.

A familiar feeling kept rising from the bottom of her heart, like a very instinctive habit, she rinsed her face with cold water, and wiped off the water stains on her face with a dry towel.

She should have turned around and walked away, walked out of the bathroom, then had breakfast, and then went out with Mao Mao.

But the moment she was about to step out, she turned around, and then spent more time staring at the book, and then looked at the words on the white sticky note.

Thirteen opened the notebook, holding the sharpened pen, and felt uncontrollable shaking of the hand as if resisting something when writing: "I seem to always forget a lot of things, why is there a blank notebook and notes here. Today is December 23rd, and it is nine o'clock in the morning."

Thirteen walked back and forth between the door, the living room, and the kitchen with the notebook, and finally shook her dazed head and put the notebook in the bag. She took out breakfast at the door, ate it quietly, and then threw the garbage in the The small bag at the door, carrying the bag on the low cabinet, went out the door.

Because of the cold, a gust of wind swept over, Thirteen pulled back, and at the same time looked across the road, seeing the figure that occupied most of her memory, she smiled and waved her white arms and shouted: "Qianyan. "

She trotted over, hung her bag on the back of the chair and pushed Qianyan along the avenue, and from time to time, yellow and withered leaves fell off, and the greenness in the southern winter was still unabated.

A silver-gray car drove towards them, and Shisan, who was jogging and jogging while pushing the wheelchair, hurriedly let the wheelchair aside, but the car stopped beside them.

Qian Yan looked at Fu Yan in the car, she turned to talk to Shisan: "Go to the piano shop first, I have something to do."

Thirteen saw a man in his fifties get off the other side of the car.

He was well-dressed, with black and white mixed hair combed back as a whole, revealing a square forehead and solid facial features.Seeing a strange man looking at her, Shisan felt very cramped, couldn't move his feet, hesitated and didn't know what to do, but still smiled: "Does Qianyan know them?"

Seeing that she seemed to be concerned about herself, Ye Qianyan smiled and nodded, reassuring Shisan: "This is my father."

"Hello Shisan, Qianyan said that you are now her very good friend here, and she often mentions you to me." Ye Wensheng smiled politely and stretched out his hand to Shisan, his gray beard covered him. With an obvious smile, Shisan smiled and nodded, but he was not used to the etiquette of shaking hands, so he didn't extend his hand to Ye Wensheng.

Fu Yan suddenly interjected: "Mr. Ye has something to talk to Qian Yan alone, if you don't mind, I'll take you to the piano shop."

"No, no, we'll be there soon, don't bother you." Thirteen hastily gestured goodbye to Qian Yan and walked away in small steps. To Qianyan's father."

Ye Wensheng turned his head to look at Shisanyuan, who was still trembling and swaying from his back, and looked at his only daughter, but Ye Qianyan's eyes did not completely leave Shisan's walking direction: "I said I just want to be alone all this time.”

"That's why I didn't go to your place to look for you. Do you think it's plausible for a father to see his daughter, but also to divide the time and place?" Ye Wensheng came to Ye Qianyan after getting off the plane last night, but Because Ye Qianyan fell asleep and returned without success, I waited here early this morning for Ye Qianyan to pass by. It was Fu Yan who told her that Ye Qianyan had confessed that even if his father came, he would not let him go. Entering her current residence would inevitably make him feel angry, but he still followed his daughter's wishes.

"We have agreed that you will not interfere in any of my affairs during this time."

"But your body..."

"I know it myself."

Ye Qianyan's face was flat: "Life is my own, and I will cherish it."

As a businessman and a leader in the industry, Ye Wensheng has nothing to do with the daughter in front of him: "Don't be too willful, if there is any change in your body, I will take coercive measures."

The words of concern are clearly harsh and ridiculous to Ye Qianyan: "I hope that at any time, you can consult my opinion before acting. This is my only expectation and request of you, not what I want. Don't give it to me."

Ye Wensheng's beard trembled slightly with his breathing, and his voice became irritable: "You think what I did was for myself? I just wanted to keep my daughter alive. What's wrong with me?"

"It's rare to meet, don't talk about hurting things." Fu Yan saw Ye Wen clenched his fists vigorously, and his neck was red, so he hurried out to smooth things over: "Qianyan, your father is really doing it for your own good, please be considerate Let's have dinner together sometime in the evening."

Ye Qianyan's expression didn't change because of Ye Wensheng's anger, she moved her wheelchair: "See you tonight, I'm going to class now."

Just happened to meet Ke Mingyue who was carrying the bag ahead of time, and Ye Qianyan remembered it and confessed to Fu Yan: "By the way, is the monitoring thing being done, and I need a female nurse."

"It's all done. As for the nurse, I have already contacted the insurance agency to deal with it, and I will contact you directly for an interview."

After Fu Yan said that, Ye Wensheng, who was driving the car, left.

Ye Qianyan was always at ease with this man. She nodded to Ke Mingyue and reminded her: "You don't have to do these things after tomorrow. I will take care of Shisan's life."

The sudden change made Ke Mingyue a little uncomfortable: "Do you know about this?"

"I will take full responsibility."

Seeing that Ke Mingyue was still looking at her half-believingly, Qian Yan promised with a smile: "I will call and talk to Kou obediently, don't worry."

Ke Mingyue breathed a sigh of relief: "Then I don't have to sneak around every day: "But who will deliver her breakfast and clean up in the future, will you? "

After talking about it, Ke Mingyue felt a little regretful. Not only did Qian Yan not seem like someone who could do something, she probably couldn't do it either.

Judging from daily observations, Qian Yan's family should also have a nanny or a nurse, so she always does everything calmly.

Ye Qianyan also sent a text message to Fa Kou Guaiguai as promised, and Kou Guaiguai probably hasn't woken up yet: [I asked Mingyue not to interfere in Shisan's daily life, I will take care of everything. 】

Thirteen cleanings in the piano store were done, and she was sitting at the entrance of the piano store thinking, usually she should be sitting in front of the piano and playing her favorite tunes, but now that Qianyan is in front of her, the response is not obvious .

Qian Yan held her hand carefully, and she turned her head, and slowly recognized it. After a while, a smile slowly surfaced on her eyebrows: "Qian Yan."

"What did you think of?"

"what?"

"Did you think about anything just now?"

Thirteen shook his head for no reason: "No."

"Then before I talked to you, what was it like sitting in your head here?" Ye Qianyan tried to make Shisan recall the state of thinking just now. Only thinking can restore her memory habit, and only memory can restore her memory. Let her slowly wake up from the current dream-like life state.

Thirteen's brows frowned, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, he wanted to laugh, but couldn't: "Just now I seemed to be..."

"What's in your head?"

"I seem to have seen a lot of people." Eleven thought hard: "It seems that there is a man in a white suit with a long beard who reached out and talked to me, and then there were other things."

Thirteen shook his head with a headache: "Then...."

Ye Qianyan supported her shoulder: "Thirteen, take a notebook and write down what you think of. When we walked over, we met a man in a white suit with a beard. He is Qianyan's father." .”

Shisan was stunned for a moment, she subconsciously took out her notebook and pencil, and wrote down what Ye Qianyan said, seeing her blunt and exaggerated smile, a strange feeling came to her mind: "It's just that I have I met Qian Yan's father, don't I remember?"

"Everyone will be like this, so Shisan has to learn to write it down." Qian Yan comforted her with a smile: "After writing it down, it won't be easy to always feel that something is lost."

Thirteen nodded and put the notebook back into the bag. Ke Mingyue happened to meet parents who were sending their children to class at the door, so she brought them over and asked them to take the students to arrange class matters.

Qian Yan pulled Shisan and asked her to bend her ears to listen to her: "Will you write down everything that happened?"

Thirteen nodded again. She didn't know the reason, but just followed Qian Yan's words and put the notebook in her trouser pocket: "It's the first time for a kid to come to class, what's your name?"

The parents behind looked a little dissatisfied: "My son has attended three classes, but last time he felt that he didn't remember the first class very well, so it's just for consolidation."

Thirteen was surprised when she heard the voice and turned to look at the parents and then at the children. She stayed where she was and didn't know what to do. Ke Mingyue hurriedly smoothed things over: "Sometimes there are too many students, and it's easy to be mistaken, and the first class Every day, it is inevitable that there will be such misunderstandings."

"Go to class." Qian Yan pushed Thirteen.

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