Su Wei

Two days later, Yang Shaojun asked Su Wei out again, saying that there was a new development in Da Huang's case.

When Su Wei arrived at the tea room where he met, Yang Shaojun smiled contemptuously when he saw him: "Awei, I really like how you look in white shirt."

Su Wei's face was so cold that it could freeze: "What's the progress of the case?"

Yang Shaojun raised his wrist and looked at his watch: "There is someone coming later." He paused. "It's Lu Xiang's psychiatrist, who is with you. Maybe you recognize him." Lu Xiang is the name of Rhubarb's stepmother.

"Oh?" Su Wei seemed careless: "Lu Xiang's psychiatrist? What kind of mental illness does she have?"

"Split personality or schizophrenia? You know, I don't understand these things. But maybe he can clear the suspicion for your little friend."

Su Wei finally seemed interested.

"It is said that this psychiatrist can prove that Lu Xiang has suicidal tendencies, but I always suspect that maybe your little friend drugged his stepmother."

"Before you have any evidence, please don't put pressure on my patient at will. This will cause him great psychological distress. Besides, if Lu Xiang has suicidal tendencies, there is nothing unreasonable about swallowing medicine to commit suicide."

"Why does a person who is about to jump off a building still swallow medicine?" Yang Shaojun smiled frivolously and said aggressively, "According to the pharmacy clerk's testimony, Lu Xiao bought these medicines the day before."

"It's ridiculous. Buying medicine doesn't mean he killed someone. Why can't he take medicine to commit suicide before jumping off the building?" Su Wei became slightly agitated.Thinking of the boy lying on his knee acting like a spoiled child, he couldn't help feeling disgusted with Yang Shaojun.

"Then how do you explain that he lost his memory at this juncture? I think the most reasonable explanation is that he was overstimulated after committing a crime!"

"Heh..." Su Wei put his hand on his forehead and smiled sarcasticly, "Do you police solve cases by debating?"

Yang Shaojun shrugged: "Baby, forgive me for bringing in my personal feelings, but I really don't like your little friend. He makes me feel jealous."

After a while, a well-dressed middle-aged man walked into the private room.

Su Wei looked at him casually, but suddenly changed his face, and stood up from the chair: "It's you... Dr. Bai."

Yang Shaojun put a hand on his shoulder, and smiled meaningfully: "Baby, I said maybe you will know him."

Su Wei looked at Yang Shaojun almost with anger.

The psychiatrist surnamed Bai squinted his eyes and thought for a while: "I remember you, your name is..."

"Su Wei." Su Wei was respectful and humble to the visitor.

"That's right!"

The person who came was named Bai Pingnan, and he was the psychiatrist who treated Su Wei's depression.

"Lu Xiang suffers from paranoid schizophrenia and has serious suicidal tendencies." Bai Pingnan took out two documents from his bag and handed them to Su Wei and Yang Shaojun respectively: "This is her diagnosis report."

Su Wei looked at it calmly, while Yang Shaojun threw it aside.

"The day before the accident, she talked with me and mentioned that she felt sorry for Lu Xiao and said something like 'want to start over'. I'm sorry that I couldn't stop this tragedy from happening."

"It's not your fault," Su Wei said.

Yang Shaojun looked aggressive: "You are a psychiatrist, and you can't even cure a patient. How can you stay in this job for so long? No one sent you bullets and threatening letters?"

Su Wei glared at Yang Shaojun viciously, but the latter looked at him unwillingly.Bai Pingnan lowered his eyes and smiled bitterly: "I'm sorry."

Before leaving, Yang Shaojun said: "You two should leave a contact information for each other, otherwise there will be troubles in the future."

When they left each other on the phone, Yang Shaojun paid the bill and left before saying that there was still a business trip.

"I didn't expect you to become a psychiatrist." After Yang Shaojun left, Bai Pingnan said, "How were you after you went abroad?"

"It was not bad at first." Su Wei was disappointed: "Later... at least I no longer have the idea of ​​committing suicide."

Bai Pingnan frowned slightly: "It seems that I haven't cured your heart disease. Su Wei, it's very presumptuous to say that maybe you are not suitable to be a psychiatrist."

Su Wei looked at him calmly, and did not fight back: "Probably. Dr. Bai, do you recognize Lu Xiao?"

Bai Pingnan shook his head: "I heard his stepmother mention it, but I haven't seen it. Su Wei, if I have time, I hope to talk to you again."

Su Wei felt a little strange, but still agreed.

After leaving the tea room, Su Wei took a few steps, and saw a man with a big smile sitting on a motorcycle honking at him: "Come on, I'll take you for a ride."

Su Wei was not surprised that he didn't leave, and said coldly, "I drive myself."

Yang Shaojun stepped forward without any explanation and pulled him to the side of the motorcycle: "I will send you back."

The two raced to the suburbs and stopped beside a field of oil and wheat.

Yang Shaojun took off his helmet and opened his arms to feel the breeze in the field: "Do you remember when I brought you here? At that time, I said that if I have money in the future, I will buy this place and plant roses all over the mountains and plains for you. "

Su Wei felt very helpless: "Shaojun... Ever since I met you, you have always given me the feeling that you are still living in the past."

Yang Shaojun turned his head and looked at him with burning eyes: "Awei, it's not me who lives in the past, but you!"

Su Wei was stunned.

"Is your heart disease really cured? Huh? I can almost see his name in your eyes."

"Huh?" Su Wei wondered, and suddenly realized: "You told Dr. Bai that he didn't cure me, so he said that. I really don't know where you came to the conclusion. But now I want gone back."

Yang Shaojun took his hand from behind: "Su Wei..."

Su Wei pressed his temple with a headache: "I don't understand what you want to do? But I really have no interest in remembering the past."

Yang Shaojun turned his body: "Baby, I'm chasing you."

Su Wei tried to see the joking elements on his face, but the man who always had a playful smile turned out to be very serious at the moment.

Su Wei said: "I don't know what your purpose is, but please stop making such jokes."

"I was serious!"

"You said the same thing ten years ago."

"Hey, baby, I didn't see my true heart clearly ten years ago. Besides, you didn't give me a chance to see clearly."

Su Wei sneered and stepped on his motorcycle: "Then you go after him. If you catch up, I will consider it. But remind you, I only do top."

Before Yang Shaojun came back to his senses, Su Wei turned the handle suddenly, and the motorcycle left a puff of white smoke and sped away.Yang Shaojun was left dumbfounded in the remote farmland alone.

When Su Wei returned home, he found that Da Huang was sitting in the living room with his chin resting in a daze.Seeing him come back, Da Huang happily ran up to get his slippers: "Doctor, have you gone to see that bad policeman again?"

Su Wei couldn't help but bend the corner of his mouth: "Yes."

Da Huang said distressedly: "Doctor, you really don't obey women's morals. I cooked soup at home and waited for you, but you are flirting with others outside."

Su Wei did not refute.He suddenly had the idea of ​​treating rhubarb in another way.

"What soup?"

Rhubarb ran into the kitchen and made a bowl for him: "Fish head vermicelli soup!"

Su Wei sat down at the table, took a spoonful, nodded and praised: "It's delicious. You should have cooked a lot in the past."

Rhubarb was stunned: "Eh? It should be."

Su Wei stared at the fish head soup in front of him thoughtfully, and said in his heart: Cooking...adding rat poison...

Rhubarb stared at Su Wei's profile obsessively, drooling: "Doctor, how can you be so good-looking."

Su Wei's thoughts were interrupted, and he couldn't help but raised his hand to touch his face, then turned sideways and gently squeezed Rhubarb's face: "You are also very handsome."

Rhubarb was flattered: "Doctor, you laughed! Let's laugh again!"

Su Wei curled the corners of his mouth gently.

Rhubarb covered his chest and murmured: "I need Musk Baoxin Pills..."

After finishing the fish head soup, Su Wei came to the balcony.He suddenly felt as if there was a gaze staring at him from the opposite side, but when he looked up, there was nothing.

Seeing him staring blankly at the other side, Da Huang also craned his neck to look around: "What's wrong?"

Su Wei shook his head: "Nothing."

He looked down at Bai Jianyun at his feet, and found that it was almost dry: "You haven't watered it for two days?"

Rhubarb frowned slightly: "Yes."

Su Wei squinted at him: "So impatient?"

Rhubarb shook his head, with a somewhat conflicted expression: "Doctor... I feel like there is something in the stamen that will suddenly come out to bite people, and I don't want to get close to it."

Su Wei was slightly taken aback: "Oh? When did it start?"

"I've felt this way since... I lost my memory last time."

Su Wei bent down and plucked the curled chrysanthemum stamens.Of course, there was nothing in it.Obviously, something must have happened during the day and night that Rhubarb disappeared, which made him have a bad association with this pot of chrysanthemums.

Su Wei returned to the study room, took out his notebook, thought for a long time, and wrote down key words such as "white, chrysanthemum, curled stamen".

When having dinner at night, Su Wei looked at Rhubarb who was devouring the wolf and looked carefree, and suddenly said: "Today someone told me that I am not suitable to be a psychiatrist..."

Rhubarb raised his eyes in confusion, and swallowed the food in his mouth: "Why? The doctor is very good, you must have cured many patients!"

Su Wei laughed at himself: "If I am lucky enough to cure you, then you will be the first patient I cured."

Rhubarb was surprised: "Huh?!"

Su Wei put his hand on his forehead and murmured to himself, "I'm probably not a qualified psychiatrist."

Da Huang smiled obsequiously: "Doctor, you must be the best. Just start treating me, what a wonderful starting point."

Su Wei gave Rhubarb a piece of A4 paper and a pencil: "This test is called 'House Tree People', draw houses, trees and people on this paper, no matter what, draw according to your feeling."

Rhubarb said with some distress: "But I don't draw well."

Su Wei shook his head: "It's okay, I'm not trying to test your painting skills. You understand, this is just a psychological test."

Rhubarb drew a few strokes and nibbled on the tip of the pen. Ten minutes later, he handed over the finished painting to Su Wei, with earnest eyes: "Doctor, how are you?"

Su Wei pushed him away with a half-smile: "I can't tell you the result for now. Now, go take a shower and get ready for bed."

Da Huang pouted and was about to leave, but Su Wei suddenly stopped him and took out a bunch of keys from the drawer: "In the future, you can go out by yourself when I am not at home, I believe you will not lose yourself. Take your notebook and write down anytime you think unusual feelings, those things are often fleeting."

Da Huang accepted the key in surprise: "Doctor, actually I'd rather be your househusband."

Su Wei made a gesture to collect the key, but Da Huang quickly put it into his arms and ran away.

After Rhubarb left, Su Wei took out his notebook, held the painting of "House Tree Man" he had just drawn in one hand, and held a pen in the other, carefully sizing up the painting.

The lines of the house are very thick, even the thickest among countless cases that Su Wei has come into contact with. Rhubarb traced it almost as thick as the barrel of a pencil, but the other lines are very slender.Not only that, but there is a fence around the house.This surprised Su Wei very much.While shaking his head, he wrote in his notebook: he has a strong sense of self-protection, a strong sense of defense against the outside world, and lacks a sense of security; the house has no doors or windows, and some mottled ivy is painted on the wall on rhubarb.Su Wei shook his head more and more, and wrote in his notebook: unwilling to communicate with the outside world, self-enclosed; standing under the crown, only a back figure was drawn, and the shadow of the figure was dragged long.There are also many intriguing places here. Standing under the canopy often means the ambivalence of independence and dependence. The shadow symbolizes dual personality and inner contradictions, and turning his back to the picture again shows his self-enclosure and escape from reality.Su Wei wrote down one by one in the notebook.

He analyzed the whole painting and jotted it down on a page.He looked at it again, only to feel a headache: Rhubarb's situation was much worse than he imagined—no, it was too much worse.Even with a split personality, with Rhubarb's innocent appearance in front of him, it is really hard for him to imagine that his subconscious is so dark and closed.