When someone with depression enters the horror game

"And then we got into a horror game."

"I forgot him, and he forgot me."

"We met again at the hospital."

"I still have vague memories of that time, and I'm glad he finally got rid of a burden."

"—that was the last time I remembered him."

"I have to say, this ghost game is amazing. Such a huge memory with all the emotions of more than twenty years is like a speck of dust."

"With a flick of your hand, it completely disappears."

"There are no gaps or gaps in my memory, as if I have been alone since I was a child..."

"I looked at him through the crack of the door, and he looked at me through the crack of the door."

"We start over."

"I said, my name is Shen Lian. He said, his name is Zheng Qing."

"At the same time, we complained about why the other party's smile was so similar to our own. We completely forgot that we had stood in front of the same mirror and practiced the exact same mouth corners."

"I always thought I had lost the ability to love, but I didn't."

"I used to think that my subconscious affection for him began with his eyes when we met each other. I also once suspected that our feelings came too abruptly."

"Now that I think about it, I'm laughing to death," he laughed. "There's no such thing as love at first sight. It's just a love for a long time. It's just a bamboo horse."

Shen Lian also laughed.

"The person in the mirror smiles at me."

"That person looked like him, and he looked like me. A friend of mine told me that it was an obsession."

"Our obsession." Shen Lian smiled again.

"I'm actually very satisfied. Even if there is no memory, we still love each other."

"It's as if nothing has changed."

"We meet regularly and flirt regularly."

"Once again, I was extremely selfish and used him as a straw."

"Everything is developing as it should be in real life, but we love each other but don't make promises."

"Zheng Qing is indeed a gentle and cruel person. He is too calm and rational, and sometimes people can't feel any warmth."

"But he has a burning heart."

"I love everything about him."

"I think the most suicidal thing that the non-random death system has done is to randomly send us to an ancient world."

"An ancient world where myths and legends equal reality."

"People need knowledge, and knowledge is power. If you don't study hard, you won't live long in horror games."

"The doctor should have fished out a Ran's fish, I guess. After all, I haven't had any nightmares since then. He won't tell, but I'm not an idiot either."

"And the most fortunate thing I have done is to find two grasses according to the Book of Mountains and Seas."

"Those two grasses are still useful, right? I only ate half of each and kept half for myself."

"Actually at the beginning, they didn't seem to be working as they should."

"I suspected that the dose was not enough."

"But then I had a new guess."

"The first time I awakened my memory in the water, it was interrupted by Zheng Qing. So it seemed like nothing happened."

"When I entered the water for the second time, it had been a long time since the previous one."

"I guess that the system was too strong the first time, and its own rules interfered with the effectiveness of the two grasses. And the second time, my friend was struggling with the system, so that the system had no time to care about him. less influential."

"—So I remembered the past, all my life with him."

"My depression has actually improved, and my mood has become more and more stable. Compared with before, the frequency of illnesses has become smaller...Of course, I'm not sure if this is the effect of the medicine, or the effect of me falling in love with him again... "He said and laughed again.

"I have said that the most suicidal thing that the non-random death system does is to bring us to the ancient world randomly."

"None of us thought that my friend—she is a native of that world, could become the only variable and kill the system. This was unexpected."

"The second most thankful thing I've ever done is to leave that half of grass behind."

"It is undeniable that when I think of everything, I am almost ashamed of my hometown."

"We met, hugged, kissed, but I didn't know how to speak."

"He's always been like that, and I'm even a little angry, although there's no reason to be angry."

"I fed that tree into his mouth when we left that world."

"He had no idea what it was, he was surprised, but I guess he swallowed it."

"He trusts me completely like I trust him. From the soul."

"I guess he's already remembered," the person on the phone said.

"That's good." Shen Lian said with a smile.

"Huh... wait?"

"what happened?"

"It seems that there is another call from my side. Sorry, I may have to hang up. Thank you for listening to me babbling such a not-so-pleasant story. It is my honor." The person on the other end of the phone explain.

Shen Lian saw that there seemed to be a phone call from himself.

He replied: "It's also my honor, I wish you happiness."

The person on the opposite side still smiled softly: "I wish you happiness."

Then the call is hung up and the new caller is connected.

First there was a wordless silence, then a familiar voice.

It's Zheng Qing.

Shen Lian heard that voice say: "I love you."

Shen Lian raised the corners of her mouth, her eyebrows and eyes were curved, shining like stars.

――It seems that all fairy-tale strange love stories end with "I love you", and this love story is also like this.

Shen Lian once again saw the air shattering in front of him, like a painting began to crack from the inner world, and the life in the painting came out of the paper.

The world started spinning, everything seemed to be thrown into a front-loading washing machine, and then gradually stopped, faded, and disappeared.

Zhang Wanniang succeeded.

Shen Lian's eyes went dark and she lost consciousness.

When she regained consciousness, Shen Lian smelled the smell of disinfectant.

He opened his eyes and found that the scene in front of him was very familiar - it was a hospital ward.

He was wearing a hospital gown, with bandages on his arms, and Zheng Qing was peeling apples for him.

Seeing that he woke up, Zheng Qing glared at him angrily, and said, "It's a good thing you didn't hurt your tendon, otherwise you can just cry."

Shen Lian didn't speak.

"Did you stop taking the medicine again?"

"Forgot to eat." Shen Lian said.

"Then why didn't you forget to court death!"

Shen Lian was silent for a long time before saying word by word: "Did you know? Self-harm and suicide are addictive."

Zheng Qing handed him the apple-peeling knife and smiled: "Come on, do it again."

Shen Lian put down the knife.

So Zheng Qing stuffed the cut apple into Shen Lian's mouth and muttered, "Look at what you can do."

Shen Lian chewed the apple, and said inarticulately: "What do you think is the meaning of life?"

"It's the responsibility."

"Then who gave the responsibility?"

"I."

"Can you stay with me forever?"

"Yes." Zheng Qing's tone was gentle.

They laugh, then hug.

They hugged each other tightly, and Zheng Qing said with a smile: "I love you."

Shen Lian happily said: "Say it again."

"I said, I love you."

"Can you say that again."

"I love you."

"I love you." Zheng Qing repeated tirelessly.

Shen Lian hugged Zheng Qing with a joyful expression.

Then, his gaze focused on the window of the ward.

The small tomatoes by the window are red and green, and a bergamot slowly climbs up.

His eyes started to lose focus.

"Look at that window..." Shen Lian murmured.

"What happened to the window?" Zheng Qing asked.

"That glass...doesn't it look like a mirror?"

"Crack!" The glass shattered.

Liuyun District, xx City, No. [-] Mental Health Center.

A man in a white coat was flipping through a stack of documents.

He is tall and straight, wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, looking extremely refined and elegant.

He was so handsome that the little nurse who had just come for an internship couldn't help but sneak a glance at his badge.

His name is Zheng Qing?The little nurse blushed.

Zheng Qing looked at the original title on the first page of the material, which was blacked out with ink, but next to it was written "Diary of Dramatic Shen Lian" with a brush.

The handwriting made him frown.

"Did you let him write?" Zheng Qing asked.

The little nurse was new here, didn't realize why he was asking this, and nodded with a blushing face.

"Didn't you read the professional code and job requirements? You are already No. 30 care workers."

The little nurse defended, "It's just... I just took a pen..."

"Your predecessor didn't take care of the patient, and then the patient stabbed his own throat with the handle of a toothbrush." ​​The elderly doctor next to Zheng Qing said seriously.

"But...he looked at me and smiled at me, as if I couldn't control it..." the little nurse said aggrievedly.

Zheng Qing rubbed the center of his brows, and said to the doctor next to him, "Well, I will take care of his basic necessities of life in the future."

"It's not in compliance."

"Are you going to let him stick the pen down the throat again?"

The other doctor fell silent.

Zheng Qing flipped through the materials as usual, and said powerlessly: "This thing is for other people to record, as long as there is an electronic file, it must be written by hand, and then rushed to let him take advantage of the loopholes."

He flipped the pages while talking, and then turned to the pages of the latest records, and saw Shen Lian one after another, and phone calls one after another.

His face sank again: "In addition to delusional symptoms, there is also dissociative identity disorder..."

Another doctor sighed: "Anyway, it's in the delusion, the horror game is over, you and him lived a happy life... His mental state is actually quite stable recently. As for dissociative identity disorder... Take your time Bar."

Zheng Qing pulled out a smile: "I really want to take him home."

The elderly doctor patted him on the shoulder reassuringly.

"Take your time," he said.

Zheng Qing entered the ward and saw Shen Lian sitting on the bed blankly.

He opened the drawer and made a noise, but Shen Lian still didn't respond.

In the drawer are paintings with messy handwriting.

Zheng Qing carefully identified and found a picture of The Little Mermaid, a beauty in ancient costume, and a rose.

—and one antler.

Zheng Qing smiled.

He went out and continued to look through the previous records.

A note in the middle floated down.

He picked it up and read it carefully.

"I give you the memory of a yellow rose I saw one evening many years before you were born.

I give you interpretations of your life, theories about yourself, your true and amazing existence.

I give you my loneliness, my darkness, my heart's longing;

I try to impress you with confusion, danger, failure. "

"Everything about you touches my soul." Zheng Qing thought.

(Finish)