Self-illness

Seeing Yu Fang sitting on pins and needles in the next seat, Chen Yi tried to talk to her to help her relax: "When did you leave Changyu Village?"

"When Lin Qing was two years old, we left and never went back." Yu Fang tugged on the padded coat that was bulging from the pressure of the seat belt: "We moved to a place where no one knew us. We were young before, and it was easy to find a job. Help people watch the store, serve as a waiter serving tea and water."

"Why didn't you remarry?" If it wasn't for the oppression of time and life, judging by Lin Qing's appearance, Yu Fang could be considered a good-looking girl when she was young. Even if she has a daughter, find a middle-aged man who is similar It is not difficult either.

Yu Fang shook her head, said with a smile: "If you don't look for it, you still have to live on your own. I'm afraid they will treat Lin Qing badly."

Although the integrity of the family is conducive to the growth of children, the facts show that many children living in reorganized families are more likely to suffer from mental illness. Chen Yi can't guarantee what will happen if Lin Qing has a stepfather.

It was past nine o'clock when they arrived at the destination, and it was indeed much farther than expected, even completely out of the scope of Nan'an City, she finally understood why this woman seldom went to see Lin Qing.

Chen helped Yu Fang unbuckle her seat belt, and when she got closer, she smelled the smell of gasoline coming out of the cotton-padded clothes: "It's not hard to find a job now, you can move to Nan'an City and find a job near the hospital .”

"My current job pays a lot more, and the rent is also cheaper. It's hard to change places after living for a long time, and I'm afraid that if I can't find a job, I won't have any income. I have to make enough money quickly." Yu Fang got out of the car. , pointing to an undecorated house with red blocks on the outer wall and said with a timid smile, "Go up and have a cup of tea."

"I want to see Lin Qing's room." Chen Yi didn't hesitate, followed Yu Fang, and walked upstairs. The house has only three floors. The first floor seems to be used for storing sundries. The window glass is broken. A few rusty steel bars were exposed, standing upright in the dark window.

In the corridor, there were only some scattered lights from the street lamps, and I could barely see the steps. Chen Yiyi took out his mobile phone and turned it on to illuminate the road. Yu Fang felt a little embarrassed: "I'm used to walking, but I don't think it's a big deal. Slow down, don't fall. .”

On the second floor, Yu Fang found the key from her body and put it into the keyhole, saying: "We have lived here for more than ten years, and we are familiar with the landlord. Our rent has not been raised for so many years, and they have moved to the community long ago. I went to live here, and there are few residents nearby, so it is very quiet."

After entering the door and turning on the light, Chen Yi's eyes felt better, and he could finally see things clearly.

This is a very ordinary two-bedroom, one-living room. You can also see the balcony on the opposite side of the door. There is no tiled concrete floor under her feet. Because the stains for many years cannot be completely cleaned, it shows different colors and states in many places. The wall paint either turned yellow or fell off a whole piece.

There are very few things in the living room. A black and white TV is placed on a painted desk opposite a wooden sofa chair against the wall. Room Yu opens a door diagonally opposite and points in. my son's room."

Chen Yi looked away from the pool of blood on the floor. This should be the suicide that Lin Qing was sentenced to the intensive care unit. She had heard Li Nuowen mention it.

'The little girl almost chopped off her wrist, and made several cuts, which made the surgeons miserable, and the stitches took up half of the operation time. '

As soon as Chen entered the room, he noticed that the soles of his feet were covered with smooth white tiles, which formed a strong contrast with the narrow hall.

Yu Fang was obviously very proud of this, and couldn't help explaining: "She said she likes to lie on the floor and read, so I made it for her, and I'll find a way to make it for her whatever she likes."

Chen Yi walked to the desk.

It has been a few years, and it can be seen that the workmanship and texture of the table are very good. There is a bookshelf standing on the table, and there is not a single sheet of paper on the empty bookshelf.

Obviously cleaned every day, so I can't see any dust: "Why are there no books."

"She burned paintings, and books. Every time I suddenly remembered it in the middle of the night, I would just sit there and burn books."

Yu Fang sighed, pointed to the black and yellow corners of the room and said: "In the end, when everything was burnt out, I began to belittle myself. I couldn't sleep well all night, and she refused to let me sleep with her. She didn't allow me to sleep at her door, so I had to sleep for a while and then get up and watch for a while."

In the room, apart from the table, there is only the bed, and next to the table is a large old-fashioned window with green painted steel bars, but the window frame is empty without glass.

It was mentioned in the materials that Lin Qing once tried to cut his throat with glass, presumably for this reason, so he didn't dare to install glass again.

Chen Yi sighed inexplicably when he thought that there used to be a little girl living here who would hurt herself at every turn, and the methods were bloody.

Yu Fang went to the living room and brought in a bottle of mineral water, said with a smile, "This is from the place where I work."

"Thank you."

Chen Yi looked up at the clean walls in the room, which were as clean as brand new: "Has Lin Qing been renovated since she was hospitalized?"

"Yes, I painted the wall once, and the wall is full of things that she scribbled and couldn't burn. Every time I got blood everywhere, I saw my heart hurt, so I painted it again." After all It's been a while, although Yu Fang still feels sad when thinking of that scene, but she's used to it.

"I want to sit here for a while." Chen Yi smiled at Yu Fang apologetically: "Auntie, you can go to other things first."

"Sit, sit, it's okay, I'm going to lie down outside for a while, I feel a little dizzy from the car ride."

Chen Yi sat quietly in front of the table, imagining Lin Qing's state, pretending to go back to a certain night.

Lin Qing is meticulously outlining the complex picture with a black pen. This process is time-consuming.When it was finally finished, she picked up the paper and looked at it, then carried it to the floor, held the picture up, and stared at it.

It may be a summer, and there will be some small insects outside the window.

Chen Yi couldn't imagine what Lin Qing was painting, it was probably the world in her imagination, or some strange maze, Lin Qing looked at the drawing paper, she must have looked at it for a long time, then anxiously crumpled the drawing paper and tore it up shattered, and then tried to throw it out of the window, but hit the glass on the window frame.

The sleepy mother Yu didn't hear the sound this time.

Lin Qing stared at her bleeding hand, and burst into tears. She felt the pain, and also felt the pleasure of life running away from the body.She picked up the fallen piece of glass, first cut a few cuts on the wound on the back of her hand, and then put the blood-stained glass across her neck. The pain that made her head numb made her hands tremble constantly.

Chen Yi took a breath and opened her eyes, imagining the simulation made her break out in a cold sweat, she couldn't understand how the mental instinctive forbearance was strong enough to resist physical pain.

When she opened the door, she saw Yu Fang sleeping with her head tilted on the seat, and she quickly opened her eyes when she heard a voice: "Doctor Chen."

"Go to bed early, you have to pay attention to rest after working for such a long time every day."

Chen Yi turned on the backlight of the phone, and refused Yu Fang's company: "No need to send it away, and you don't have to worry about Lin Qing, she will get better."

can you?

Walking out to the small road, Chen Yi looked at the second floor again. Yu Fang seemed very sleepy, and quickly turned off the lights, and the whole building looked indifferent and dark.

It was past twelve o'clock when we got home downstairs, and Chen Yi didn't expect to meet Li Nuowen, who was neatly brushed in a three-seven suit, and his black hair was shiny with pomade.

"What are you doing downstairs at my house so late?"

"What do you say?"

Li Nuowen put his hands into his trouser pockets with a smile, and leaned half against the wall beside the elevator: "How about it, I heard that I had a special chat with Lin Qing's mother today, and even drove her home, is there any new progress?"

Chen Yi raised his left hand and pointed at the dial at Li Nuowen: "Are you coming to inspect my work at night?"

"You can't say that. At night, of course, you should do some things that a gentleman should do, such as being a flower protector. I can't see you recently, so I have to come downstairs and wait for you." When Li Nuowen laughed You Qi looked good, showing a mouthful of neat teeth, and took out a beautifully packaged small box from his trouser pocket: "Happy birthday."

Chen Yicai realized that today is 12.27: "It's going to be another year, thank you."

"open to take a look."

Li Nuowen pointed at the box flatteringly, as if he didn't know what was inside: "See if you like it."

"The things have been delivered, and I have accepted your favor, so I can go back."

Chen took a look at the box and put the things in his bag: "I'll look at it when I have time."

Li Nuowen bit his lips dumbfounded, and the dimples on both sides became more obvious because of this: "Will you buy me a glass of water?"

"Hey, here's a bottle of mineral water, I haven't drunk it yet."

As soon as Chen got into the elevator, he pressed it to close it. Li Nuowen looked at the brand of mineral water he had never heard of, raised his brows and said, "Maybe I want to drink it more."

Chen Yi drove five or six hours in a row, and was so sleepy that he closed his eyes while leaning on the elevator.

"Why don't you have any plans for your birthday?" Li Nuowen has known Chen Yi for many years. In the past few years, he has given gifts every year, but he has never seen Chen Yi celebrate his birthday formally. It's all because I forgot the time of my birthday.

"Is there any good plan, anyway, there will be next year, and the year after, every day will be the same." Chen Yi did not open his eyes, but he still leaned his head on Li Nuowen's shoulder according to the old habit.So much so that when the elevator door opened wide, there was a hissing sound.

"Li Nuowen, you bastard." Amu rushed up and grabbed Li Nuowen: "We are still betting who will be the first to say happy birthday to Chen Yi, and you ran to pick her up first, did you shake us all?" Out."

Chen Yi stared at the group of people in front of him strangely: "Why are you here?"

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