Love Rival is so cute [Rebirth GL]

The psychiatrist glanced back and said, "Miss Yan, are you talking to hallucinations now?"

Yan Haiqing shook his head and did not speak, with a bit of annoyance on his face, as if he was also very disappointed in himself.She has turned a blind eye to hallucinations for so many years, but why did she relapse today?

Is it because this Yang Zixi has so firmly acknowledged her existence?

Yang Zixi was so anxious that he walked towards Yan Haiqing and said, "You can't kill Yan Haiqing!"

Yan Haiqing smiled contemptuously upon hearing this.

Yang Zixi barely stopped in front of Yan Haiqing, and she suddenly realized a problem: she had unconsciously regarded this dream as real.She has already begun to think that this Yan Haiqing is really capable of killing her own Yan Haiqing. Only when she admits the reality of this world can she believe this Yan Haiqing's threat.

So, is the high school I live in now really a dream?Could this Yan Haiqing really have a way to kill his own Yan Haiqing?

Compared with rebirth, it seems that hallucinations caused by neurasthenia are more realistic and more reasonable.

But is the hallucination itself self-aware?Or is the self-awareness of "Yang Zixi" itself a lie, and its essence comes from Yan Haiqing?

Yan Haiqing seemed to have made up his mind to overcome this illusion, so he stopped looking at Yang Zixi.

Yang Zixi stayed where he was, not knowing whether he was real or not.

The psychiatrist continued to test: "Is it nearby now?"

Yan Haiqing lowered his head, stared at the small space in front of him, and said, "It's there, but I don't want to look at it."

The psychiatrist said again: "There is no way to solve the problem by avoiding the taste. Why don't you communicate with it? You have ignored it for many years, but the situation is getting worse, isn't it?"

Yan Haiqing said: "Teacher Xu, do you think so?"

The psychiatrist smiled generously and said, "Of course, this is just my suggestion."

Yan Haiqing tilted his head, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and said, "That's right, I've been abusive for so many years, how could I be cowardly on this matter?"

She looked straight at Yang Zixi and said, "Come on, let's see what else you can do."

Yang Zixi looked at Yan Haiqing's expression, resolute and indifferent, like a lonely beast in the jungle.She seemed to see her own Yan Haiqing.

When I first spoke harsh words to Yan Haiqing, didn't little Yan Haiqing look at him with such an expression?

After all, Yan Haiqing is still Yan Haiqing.

Yang Zixi stretched out his hand, and gently stroked Yan Haiqing's face.

She saw wrinkles and indifference, these "mature" traces, tightly wrapping each other up.

She has the same face as her Yan Haiqing, but the soul wrapped inside is similar but different.

Yang Zixi said, "Thank you for your hard work, Qingqing."

Will Yan Haiqing without support become like this?She felt very sad when she thought of this, and felt more and more distressed for Yan Haiqing.

Maybe it was because her tone was too sad, Yan Haiqing froze for a moment, seemed to be touched.

But Yan Haiqing quickly recovered his original indifference and said, "You have worked hard too."

"——to destroy me." Yan Haiqing added, curling the corners of his lips.

Yang Zixi couldn't help but argue: "I'm not here to destroy you, I'm real, why can't you trust me?"

The psychiatrist didn't speak all the time, looking at Yan Haiqing and talking to himself.The psychiatrist's perfect cover and exit made Yan Haiqing successfully immersed in the atmosphere of communicating with Yang Zixi.

Yan Haiqing said perfunctorily, "Yes, you are real."

His eyes were full of mockery.

Yang Zixi knows that this set of anti-Kantian evasion is nothing more than a qualifier, such as "true illusion".

She sighed and said, "I can prove it."

Yan Haiqing looked at her with raised eyebrows, and said, "How to prove it?"

Yang Zixi took a breath and quickly calculated in his mind.

how to prove?It was nothing more than saying something that only Yan Haiqing knew.

Yang Zixi said: "Do you remember the mobile phone you used in high school? The Nokia with the paint on the keyboard peeled off. You have a screen lock, and the screen lock is 1324."

Yan Haiqing looked at her, still in disbelief.

Yang Zixi continued: "You like to hide money in the second and third pair of boots on the shoe rack from the top, because most people don't pay attention to that."

Yan Haiqing adjusted a more comfortable posture and said, "Go ahead."

Yang Zixi couldn't see Yan Haiqing's emotions—assuming that the other party was also real, then the other party had lived so many years longer than her, and he had already calculated too much.She could only bite the bullet and continue walking towards this line of thought, and said, "Aunt Rourou! Aunt Rourou doesn't like to put salt in her fried rice, she likes to put soy sauce. You even doubted whether you would turn black."

Even after hearing the keyword Yan Rourou, Yan Haiqing's expression did not change.She listened silently to Yang Zixi saying one thing after another, and finally said, "That's it."

Yang Zixi stopped and looked at her.

Yan Haiqing turned to look at the psychiatrist, and said, "Ms. Xu, 'she' has said a lot to me now, and she said she was true."

The psychiatrist smiled and said: "These are all normal. The hallucinations come from your own consciousness and are the expression of your emotions. The illusions you produce are naturally part of your body, and you will feel that the reality is also a matter of course. .”

Yan Haiqing nodded, and thoughtfully said, "Yes, thank you Teacher Xu."

She glanced at Yang Zixi vaguely, and Yang Zixi felt chills in his heart.

Yan Haiqing asked her this question, and she already had a judgment in her heart, so she just used this question to tell Yang Zixi: It's useless for you to behave like this.

【You are a part of me, so you naturally know what I should know. 】Yang Zixi is not stupid in this regard. She was stunned for a moment, and quickly said: "My social account password is rz, which is universal!" After she finished speaking, she hesitated, and asked: "Is Weibo still there?"

Yan Hai said calmly: "It's been gone for a long time. Aren't you a part of me? Why don't you know? By the way, I have your account, and I've read Douban. I probably rely on these to build the current you Bar."

Yang Zixi was silent.

Since the way of exposing Yan Haiqing's privacy is not feasible, then he has no choice but to tell his secret.But after his death, the house was bought by Yan Haiqing, and the social network was hacked, so what else could be used as a pass word?

Yang Zixi was restless, his mind was in a mess, and he couldn't think about anything.

It was not easy for her to confirm her own existence in such a dream.

She was exhausted, opened her mouth several times, and finally could only murmur: "I like you..."

Yan Haiqing clings to his own truth, thinking that these are all dreams, and Yang Zixi is a replica, a dream, and an illusion.She has lived alone for more than 30 years, and her worldview has become quite solid, and it cannot be broken with a single sentence.

What's more, she didn't believe that Yang Zixi was real from the beginning, so any words Yang Zixi said lost more or less force.

Yang Zixi was also helpless, she was still struggling with the reality of free will, feeling like she was alone in the sea of ​​consciousness, and could neither find help nor a foothold.

In order to confront Yan Haiqing, she reluctantly sank down, put her feet on the ground, forced herself to accept her authenticity, and used this as a fulcrum to try to find a reason to prove herself.But the result was that Yan Haiqing didn't believe it.

Yang Zixi felt that he could not breathe, and a strong sense of suffocation came from the depths of his soul.

At the moment before she was about to drown, she was helpless and confused, and could only utter the most sincere thoughts in her heart: "I like you..."

She said this not to prove herself, but to vent her emotions normally.

You don't believe what I say, I'm so scared, Qingqing.

But I really like you, I really like you like that.Even if you deny my existence, or deny my world, I still... like you.

Yan Haiqing's expression changed.

Yang Zixi was already in complete despair. Seeing this, a faint fire ignited in his heart: Yan Haiqing...would he believe in himself?