Win Wayne

Gentle Connor looked at each other.

"It's hard to tell the real from the fake." She replied honestly, "It's fake to you, but to me, in my world, from my senses, these fakes are real. There are Sometimes the line between true and false is not so clear, and it comes down to - if I can't even trust my own senses, why should I trust other people's senses?"

"I understand." Connor touched his chin thoughtfully, "You are the kind of person who absolutely believes in yourself."

"It's not so absolute," Wen replied.

Her eyes drifted to the construction site not far away. The strange aliens had already demolished most of the towering buildings, but the way they dismantled the buildings was completely different from the way they disassembled the buildings in reality.

Their dismantling is a real dismantling, starting from the paint surface of the exterior wall, and then to the internal masonry structure. Under their work, the exterior of the entire building is stripped, while the interior of the building is dismantled. fully exposed.

It looks a bit like the set of a theatrical performance. The outer wall of the building is "transparent", and everything that happens inside the wall is exposed to the eyes of the audience.

Under Wen's gaze, the workers inside the building were still walking between the working cubicles.

The intern holding the folder and looking hurried, sitting behind the desk and sternly reprimanding the person in charge over the phone, the couple murmured in between work, and separated instantly when someone passed by in the office romance...

"Wen," Connor said, looking in Wen's direction, "what are you looking at?"

"Aliens have taken all the outer layers of the building down." Wen replied seriously, "What's happening now is weird—and that's the real weirdness, because after removing all the outer walls, the floors are completely lost. Without the load-bearing columns, each floor has only one floor, which is suspended in the air. This is unreasonable.”

Connor turned his head and looked at Wen Fanqing's lips.

"Let's go back." He said calmly, "If you want to see it, you can always see similar things in the future."

Wen shifted his gaze to Connor's face: "Aren't you going to let me take the medicine?"

"You must take medicine, and you will at least have diarrhea or a fever for a few days after you go back," Connor said.

"I mean the psychic drugs."

"Since you mentioned it yourself, I think I still need to ask, how long has it been since you took your medicine?"

"I have taken medicine, and I have been taking it all the time, but it doesn't follow the doctor's prescription." Wen twisted his fingers, "I can see these things whether I take it or not, and taking the medicine will make my condition worse." Very bad."

"Like?"

"I'm sleepy all the time, but I can't sleep when I lie down. My head hurts. My fingers are numb, and sometimes I can't feel parts of me, but other times, something in my body This organ will have a very strong sense of existence.”

"It's unscientific, because these organs don't 'feel', like... you know, our brains don't actually feel pain, so a lot of brain surgery can be done with the patient fully awake, and the doctor will still be there during the operation. Talk to the patient to ascertain the state of the other party."

Connor laughed, watching Wen intently as he smiled.

Win was encouraged by his reaction.

"I've always had panic attacks, and anxiety. I have a lot of phobias, and a lot of them are drug-induced, like claustrophobia and fear of empty spaces... but they subside when I'm half off the medication , I still get scared occasionally, but I can talk myself out and regulate myself."

"I feel like I'm stupid when I'm on my meds. I can't remember a lot, my thinking is sloppy, my appetite is poor, I'm shaking and twitching. Sometimes I just lie on the couch all day and don't think about anything. Do it, I felt like I was only in a daze for a few minutes, but in fact, seven or eight hours had passed by the time I came back to my senses."

"I don't like taking medicine," Wen said. "After taking medicine, I feel more like a walking dead than a person. I don't feel like I'm alive. I don't feel. I only feel pain and pain, but even pain And the pain I can ignore. It's like they're not even happening to me."

"You look crazy right now," Connor said matter-of-factly.

"But I feel better," Wen said, and she quickly denied her previous words in Connor's eyes, "I can't say 'better', I know, it's more like... all the feelings before All because the drugs were kept out of the body. Now I can really -- feel them."

"So it feels bad," Connor said, "and I can't help myself."

"I feel like my past state can't be described as 'self-control', I just don't want to do anything."

Connor said, "I understand."

Wen fell silent.

Connor said again, "Let's go back."

"Where? Iceland? New York? Gotham?"

"Go back wherever you want."

Wen fell silent again.

She was starting to feel cold, but didn't want to show it, so she pretended it wasn't happening.

"Do you want me to take my medicine?" she asked.

"It's not about my thoughts baby, it's about your thoughts." Connor said, "No one asked me what I thought when I was born, no one asked me when I worked for Luthor I don't really care about my thoughts when I became a superboy. I don't want you to think that you are required to take your medicine or not take it. If you reject it-I think you have been It’s repulsive, but it’s because other people, like your father, your doctor, took their meds, and now we’ve seen you run away from home and into a parallel world — forcing you to take your meds doesn’t help.”

Wen laughed: "It's like you are hiding in Iceland now."

"But." Connor said, "I can't say against my will that I think it's a good thing you don't take medicine."

Wen admitted: "It's really not, I know."

"I'd feel better if you took meds. But the choice is still yours, baby, and I don't want you to feel controlled, or not free, or not safe around me," Connor said, " Of course, if you want to hurt others or yourself, I will still take measures. But it has nothing to do with controlling you."

Wen looked at him.

"I still don't want to take it," she said, "and I want to remind you that one of the side effects of taking medicine is a loss of libido. No matter what you do, you will not be satisfied, only restless, and sex at this time can only be described as a ...violence. Pure violence."

Connor gasped and leaned back: "Really? Wow, now you have more weight in your hands! I don't know how I'd react if we were just chatting... Fuck, I really started I regret..."

Wen laughed out loud.

"I can work with you really. I totally agree that you don't deserve this kind of treatment and I can just serve," Wen said. "You deserve it. And I love you."

"You should say 'I love you, and you deserve it,'" Conner said.

Wen turned his head away speechlessly.

"Is this progressive relationship important? I'm serious. Is this progressive relationship really important?" Connor muttered aggrievedly, "Your order will make me feel so guilty, it's not good, I can't I didn't make you feel so guilty."

"Let's go back," Wen whispered, "Iceland."

Connor hugged her and kissed her cold lips.He probably just wanted a kiss on the lips, but Wen took his head and gave him a deeper kiss.

"I'll take my medicine," she said, "but only a little."

"Okay." Connor said lightly, "It just happens to give me more buffer time. I'm not ready to meet the less crazy you."

"I just went crazy when I met Bruce. I just acted out in front of him," Wen said. "It was just a ploy, like I was planning to do a live allergy to shock in front of him."

"Do you always use your pain to hurt the people who love you like this?" Connor said.

"Most of the time it wasn't really intentional. A few of the time, yes," Wen replied, "and my father didn't know how painful it was for me—that he insisted on me taking my medicine, insisting on socializing, insisting on being in contact with the outside world. I just want him to know how miserable I am."

"You took the wrong path. It's most effective to have an open and honest talk and tell him how you feel, like I did before."

"We don't do that," Wen said. "What you call 'talking' doesn't exist here."

"Then he really missed a lot of things that shouldn't be missed." Connor said.

"Now you know your girlfriend is crazy, Connor," Wen grinned, touching his face, "Do you regret it?"

"No." Connor said lightly, "I don't think your condition is serious, you haven't shown many signs of madness from the beginning to the end, you are just a little... unusual, I think you live in a fairy tale world The kind of girl you just need a little bit of style and skill to get along with unimaginative people."

"I love you," Wen said. "I told Tony that you were not perfect. I was wrong. You are perfect."

"I'm super perfect," Connor said triumphantly.

Tony hung up the phone and threw himself into the upcoming meeting, but for some reason, he couldn't calm down.

Something was wrong, but he ignored it.

Think about it, Tony, think about what is wrong but he doesn't see it.There must be something wrong with the details, absolutely, his instincts screamed so hard that his temples twitched, he knew intuitively that there must be something... anomaly in Wen, but where?

He really can't figure it out, he can't figure it out at all, damn it, he really doesn't understand teenagers!Don't even understand their emotional problems!

Think about what Wen just said...what's wrong?Where is it?

Tony walked around the office irritably, hoping it was just an illusion, but he couldn't convince himself to ignore it... What should I do?Use your brain, Wen said a lot just now, he can recall them one by one...

correct!Wen mentioned Natasha!She said she should call Natasha!

Tony immediately called the smart housekeeper and dialed Natasha's phone number. This is an emergency contact, and it shouldn't be used here, but whatever, he really couldn't ignore Wen's abnormality.

"Hello?" said Natasha, in a harsh tone, "you'd better have a reason..."

"I just spoke to Wen on the phone." Tony interrupted her. "Listen, this is the recording."