Raiders in the days of Qin Shi Huang

After graduation, Du Jiajia became a doctor. After the internship period, the first patient she came into contact with after officially starting work came in crying with a registration form.

She raised her hands, covered her face, and her shoulders trembled slightly.

She is very thin, not the healthy one after working out to lose weight, but pale and thin, slightly tall, wearing sportswear, with long hair and bangs, she should look very beautiful.

"Please sit down first." During the internship, Du Jiajia had seen all kinds of patients, and she was still calm now.

By the way, this is the psychiatric department.

The woman was calm for a few seconds, put down the sleeves covering her face, lowered her head and said: "I always dream and cry in my dreams, and the next day I will forget the dreams, but I will be immersed in this emotion for a long time .When I'm working, I feel groggy and always want to sleep, but no matter when I fall asleep, I will dream and cry a lot.”

"How long has it been like this?" Du Jiajia asked gently, she could see that this woman was emotionally unstable, as if she was on the verge of collapse.

"It's been three full months." The woman said, she looked at Du Jiajia with red eyes, as if staring at a straw.

"I still remember a bit of the scene in my dream. There was a big fire that suddenly caught fire, and the flames were lingering." She paused and continued: "There is also a palace, which is a bit like the scene in a costume drama. There is a Woman, she is very beautiful, I have never seen such a beautiful woman, and then it seems to be dead."

It could be seen that this matter had been on her mind for a long time.

Du Jiajia asked about the other person's work and rest. The work and rest were normal, and there was no physical abnormality. "It's not a serious illness. It's probably mental stress. Adjust your emotions and relax."

"Can you prescribe me some medicine, I can't stand it anymore," the woman said.

Du Jiajia prescribed some nerve-regulating drugs for the other party, and then said: "It will be better if you exercise more."

The woman took the medicine on time for three consecutive weeks without any effect. She was still dreaming. The fire in the sky was like a purgatory, and the blue-black smoke dyed the sky black.

She went to the hospital that day and didn't tell the doctor the truth. In fact, she had been dreaming for three years.

At the beginning of her illness, she also had a boyfriend who planned to get married together. At that time, the boyfriend took her to the hospital all over the country. When crying in the middle of the night, the boyfriend hugged her in his arms and patted her back gently.

But the good times don't last long, maybe their relationship can't stand the test, maybe no one can stand a girlfriend who is crying for one-third of a day, and they broke up two years ago.

Before leaving, the boyfriend said: "Sorry, I can't live with a mental patient for the rest of my life."

The woman, her name is A Qu, has long been aware of her boyfriend's breakup, she lowered her head slightly, "Thank you for this year."

This year, her boyfriend accompanied her to many hospitals and gave her a lot of help.

"A Qu, have you ever considered whether you have gotten something dirty?" the boyfriend said before leaving.

Ah Qu looked at the empty white medicine box on the coffee table, and indifferently wiped the tears on her face with a tissue. Just now, she had another dream.

In the dream, there was a long corridor, empty, the floor was blue, and the wind blew, and a piece of gray-white dust was blown up on the ground.

After a while, her emotions calmed down, and she stood up, barefoot, and stepped on the cool floor to a storage room.

The house has a large area, and the storage room is on the first floor. The curtains are tightly drawn, preventing any light from coming through. The door has not been oiled for a long time, and it creaks when it is pushed open.

The switch was turned on, the lights turned on, and there were cabinets inside, neatly placed.

A Qu opened the door of a cabinet, and there were small boxes or small bottles of different colors neatly arranged on the small grids inside.

She took out one of the white porcelain bottles, opened the lid and took a breath.

One of her hobbies is to collect soil. Every time she goes to a place, she has to take some soil and bring it back.

A Qu always feels that there is a different taste in the soil, which is very pleasant, and the taste of soil in different places is also different.

Make people fascinated by it.

This is also one of the reasons why the ex-boyfriend suspected that she was entangled in dirty things.

The soil in her hand was taken before she fell ill. It was the best soil she had ever smelled. She was a little suspicious, but she was reluctant to throw it away.

She can always feel happy from the smell of the soil. Ever since she got this weird illness, Ah Qu managed to calm down by relying on these different smells.

In the afternoon, she asked a friend for help, who knew an eminent monk, and offered to introduce A Qu more than once, but A Qu refused.

In the final analysis, she does not believe in ghosts and gods.

With more and more inexplicable dreams, she finally couldn't help it.

On Sunday, a friend took Aqu to see the eminent monk, and the young monk led him to the meditation room. Aqu told the old monk with white hair and beard about his long-term dreams and crying.

The soil was placed between the two of them. The old monk picked it up, opened the lid, and sniffed lightly at the mouth of the bottle.

"It smells of ashes. It has been there for many years. The donor is also a predestined person."

Aqu looked at the bottle that the old monk put down again, wondering, "How is this possible?" She remembered clearly that the soil was picked at the foot of a mountain.

The old monk said: "Amitabha", he got up and took a thread-bound book of Buddhist scriptures from the bookshelf behind him and handed it to Aqu, "The donor has some connections with the owner of the ashes in the previous life, which brings back distracting thoughts in the previous life. The previous life may not be miserable. , but the bridge of Naihe is full of grievances. If a living person walks back from the bridge of Naihe to find his previous life, there will be tears. Press this thing under the pillow, and you will be able to sleep peacefully after three months."

Aqu doesn't care about the past and present, she just hopes that she will never dream again.

After returning, she directly put the scriptures under the pillow in the bedroom, and checked them every night.

On the last day of March, she had a dream in which she walked through a foggy, sunless road with tears in her eyes. At the end of the road was a long corridor.

There stood a woman with a plain face, red dress, wide sleeves, and black hair. She led several maids in ancient costumes forward, without the slightest expression on her face, which reminded Ah Qu of himself. A clay doll I bought before.

The face is colorful and vivid, and the expression on the face is always the same.

The maid knocked on the door for her, and then opened it. Ah Qu felt that the people inside should be very close to her.

Sure enough, she walked forward skillfully after entering the door, and there were a few low coughing sounds from inside, and she hadn't seen anyone across a few doors, and she could guess from the sound that it should be a man.

The inside is not a sick bed, but a desk with a plain white silk cloth on it, and a tall man stands behind the desk.

Ah Qu saw this man in a dream for the first time. She took a closer look and found that the man's black hair was interspersed with a few white hairs. , only a few fine wrinkles hidden in the corners of the eyes.

She thought, this person should be 40 to [-] years old, this woman is young and beautiful, maybe it is his daughter?

At this moment, the woman had already snatched the pen from the man's hand, and threw it on the inkstone. The half painting on the table was still bright and bright, and had not been splashed with ink.

In ancient times, there was a clear distinction between superiority and inferiority, especially for fathers and children. It is not like a daughter can do it so presumptuously.

"Since your Majesty is ill, why doesn't he take good care of his illness? If you don't want to review the memorial, why bother writing at the window?"

The woman helped him straighten his slightly loose collar, and said: "People who have a cold should wear thicker clothes."

She went to hold the man's hand and lead him to the inner room.

From the beginning to the end, the man was smiling, Ah Qu noticed that the other party had clenched his fist several times and pressed it to his lips, and then let it go with a sigh of relief.

He probably didn't want the woman to worry.

In the inner room, the woman pushed the man onto the bed, and the tall and big man followed her strength and lay down on it. The woman covered him with a quilt, "Although your majesty is in good health, you should take care of yourself. Just now there are eunuchs Said that you approved the memorial for half the night last night."

The woman sighed as she spoke, she was beautiful, and even when she sighed, there was a kind of beauty that I still feel pity for.

Men look at women with a filter, and so do women, so there are not many times when a woman really feels that another woman is pitiful, but now A Qu has this feeling.

How can a woman feel sorry for a man, how can a man bear it, and the man lying on the bed grasped the woman's hand which was making the quilt, "It's just hard to sleep at night, Lao Mei is worried." His voice was gentle and low, with A bit hoarse, only charming but not old.

A Qu couldn't tell the age of the other party no matter from his appearance or voice, but he also felt that this was a very attractive man.

And this woman's title seems to be a beauty, she doesn't know much about history, and the ones she hears most are only concubines and concubines, so now she can't tell which dynasty it is.

The beauty glared at the man, snorted, and said in a girlish voice, "If your majesty can't sleep at night, why don't you call your concubine? It's better for you and me to chat for a while than reviewing the memorial late at night."

The man patted the woman's hand lightly, and comforted him: "Wait for the lonely wind and cold to get better, and then drink with the beauty. The beauty is always weak, and it's not good to be sick."

The woman kicked off her two shoes, got on the couch, lifted the quilt and got into the man's arms, and hugged the man's waist seemingly domineeringly, "What are you talking about, the concubine is just weaker, what? It’s so easy to get sick at times. Your Majesty just got a cold, so what’s the big deal even if you have a concubine!”

The woman is so obsessed, the man didn't push her, but frowned slightly and said "Nonsense!"

A Qu has been in love, and he knows that it is easy to get attached to his lover when he is sick. The relationship between the two should be very good, at least this man likes this woman very much.

The woman buried herself on his chest, closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep while grabbing his clothes, as if preventing someone from throwing herself out.

After a while, she said, "Can Your Majesty postpone this tour?"