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The two quickly rushed to the hospital, took the number, took the elevator upstairs, and came to the familiar corridor. Zhou Luoluo and Fan Jiarong sat on the bench beside them and began to wait for the number to be called.

"Luoluo, don't be afraid, I'll be with you." Fan Jiarong said.

Zhou Luoshi was really nervous, his fingers were cold, and he didn't even hear what Fan Jiarong said.

Seeing that his friend was so nervous that his cheeks were pale, Fan Jiarong would be lying if he said he didn't feel distressed, but in fact he also understood that if Zhou Luoluo wanted to change himself, these were all things he had to go through. He didn't dare to put pressure on his friend anymore, so he sighed silently .

After a while, the nurse in the consultation room came out and called Zhou Luoluo's name.

Zhou Luoluo stood up abruptly, feeling a little excited, and Fan Jiarong walked over together.

Just walking to the door of the ward, the nurse glanced at Fan Jiarong and asked softly, "Are you the patient's family?"

Fan Jiarong froze for a moment, then shook his head: "No, I'm his friend."

The nurse nodded: "OK."

While the two were talking, Zhou Luoluo was already sitting in front of the doctor.

Just as Fan Jiarong was about to walk over, he heard the nurse's voice again.

"If you accompany the doctor, it would be better if your family is with you. After all, family members are the ones who know patients best."

Fan Jiarong paused, then turned to explain: "He has no family, I grew up with him, and I know him very well."

The nurse didn't expect this to happen, so she was taken aback for a moment, and then she came to her senses: "I'm really sorry."

Fan Jiarong waved and walked to Zhou Luoluo's side.

The doctor had a middle-aged man with a pair of glasses, he looked very friendly, and he was gentle and gentle when he spoke, which relieved Zhou Luoluo's nervousness a little.

"Come on, let's fill out these forms first." The doctor handed him the paper and pen.

Zhou Luoluo took the pen and paper, but didn't write it for a long time. Instead, she kept looking at the doctor with a tense expression.

"Don't be afraid, this is just a small test game." The doctor smiled: "Just go with your feeling."

Only then did Zhou Luoluo lower his head to fill out the scale.

He lowered his head to fill things, the doctor observed his expression calmly, and then asked Fan Jiarong: "Are you his family?"

Fan Jiarong shook his head, and the nurse at the side stepped forward and explained Zhou Luoluo's situation to the doctor in a low voice.

The doctor nodded after listening, his expression remained unchanged, and continued to ask: "What is his usual personality like?"

Fan Jiarong: "Very introverted and shy, I don't like to socialize with people."

The doctor understood and didn't say anything more. After Zhou Luoluo finished filling out a few scales, he picked them up and looked at them one by one.

Zhou Luoluo looked at the doctor awkwardly, like a prisoner waiting to be sentenced, nervous.

It's just that the doctor read the form, but he didn't come to a conclusion. Instead, he asked softly, "What do you want to talk about when you come to meet me today?"

Zhou Luoluo typed quickly, her fingers trembling: "I want to speak."

The doctor looked at the screen: "Don't be nervous, write slowly, let's speak slowly."

Zhou Luoluo nodded: "My throat is fine, I've been checked, but I can't speak."

The doctor read this sentence, and he asked again: "How long has this situation lasted?"

"Almost... 17 years." Zhou Luoluo said, and added: "I am 23 years old."

The doctor handed over a glass of warm water: "The idea of ​​wanting to talk is great, so can you tell me why you have this idea?"

Holding the water glass, Zhou Luoluo lowered her head, her cheeks flushed a little, and then responded: "I have a lover, he is very good, we love each other very much."

"Although he doesn't mind that I'm dumb, I want to be normal, let him hear my voice, let him hear what I say."

Hear the phrase 'I love you'.

The doctor nodded: "It seems that you and your partner have a good relationship."

Zhou Luoluo nodded shyly.

Then, the doctor asked again: "Will you tell me why you can't make a sound?"

Zhou Luoluo's hand holding the water glass tightened, and wrote on the screen: "I...I have a mental problem."

The doctor looked at him.

Zhou Luoluo said again: "I left a shadow when I was a child, so I can't speak."

"May I ask, would you like to tell me what made you like this?" The doctor handed over a candy.

Zhou Luoluo didn't pick it up, and the shame on his face disappeared, and his expression became tense again. He held the water glass hard, his fingertips turned white, as if he was about to crush it.

The doctor did not urge Zhou Luoluo, but waited patiently for his answer, with the gentle expression on his face as always.

Seeing this, Fan Jiarong frowned distressedly, but did not stop.

Zhou Luoluo gritted her teeth, holding the water glass harder and harder, as if she was making a decision.

After a while, he slowly raised his head, and the water glass was gently put back on the table.

Zhou Luoluo began to talk about her childhood experience on the screen.

Zhou Luoluo knew from an early age that he was different from other children. He was not expected and loved by his parents.

And his parents are also different from other families' parents, they don't love each other, and hate each other, at least Zhou Luoluo's father Zhou Lai is like this - he hates Cong Huiyue deeply, and even wants her to die , or died in the delivery room.

Zhou Luoluo used to think that his parents just had a simple emotional disagreement, until when he was six years old, he broke his father's secret.

Little Zhou Luoluo is not good at dealing with children of the same age, so she often chooses to hide in the corner alone.

So did he that day.

Cardboard shells were built on the sides of the body and the top of the head, and the wall was behind him. Zhou Luoluo specially found an old sheet to cover himself, so a "nest" of his own was built in this way. He held a picture book book, hid in his den, and planned to spend the afternoon like this.

But when the picture book read the eighth page, there was a sound at the door.

Zhou Luoluo raised his ears to listen, and heard his father's voice.

He hadn't seen Zhou Lai for a long time, and he wanted to poke his head out to have a look curiously, but he was a little afraid of this man, so he had to hide in the "nest" motionless, even if this man was his father, he Still feeling scared.

Because the other party always looked at him gloomyly.

At that time, Zhou Luoluo couldn't understand the emotion in his father's eyes, but when he grew up, he realized that it was disgust and hatred.

He curled up in the balcony and didn't dare to go out, let alone make any noise.

A few seconds later, Zhou Luoluo heard a strange man's voice again, but before he could distinguish the strange man's voice, the ambiguous voice entered Zhou Luoluo's ears.

At the beginning, Zhou Luoluo didn't understand what his father and that man were doing, until he heard his father's unrestrained words, the man's heavy breathing, and the sound of physical impact.

Only then did he understand in a daze that Zhou Lai was doing something unspeakable with a man.

Zhou Luoluo was very scared because he knew that his father was betraying his mother, and if his mother knew about it, he would be beaten up again.

"Where's your son?" The man asked while panting, his tone full of ridicule and sarcasm: "Why didn't you see your precious son?"

"Get out!" Zhou Lai's voice sounded: "Don't fucking disgust me by mentioning that bastard at a time like this."

"Heh." The man sneered, "He is a bastard, so what are you? The bastard's father? Didn't you have sex with Cong Huiyue to give birth to this bastard?"

The man continued: "Aren't you gay? Don't you like being fucked by men? How can you cum inside a woman's body?"

"Do you want to do it once on your son's bed?"

"Get out!" Zhou Lai said with disgust in his voice, "Don't fucking disgust me."

Zhou Luoluo listened to their conversation in a daze, and gradually realized how much her father hated her.

Hearing the entangled and ambiguous sounds coming from the room, Zhou Luoluo felt more and more frightened and disgusted. He stretched out his hands to cover his ears, but it still had little effect.

Sadness, shock, nausea... Countless emotions were intertwined, making the young Zhou Luoluo feel hopeless and helpless. He wanted to scream loudly and escape from himself quickly.

Zhou Luoluo covered her ears and curled up, maintaining this position for an unknown amount of time.

Later, his feet started to go numb, dense tingling pains hit his legs, Zhou Luoluo bit his lip hard, he wanted to stretch his feet a little to relieve the pain, but he never wanted to kick the cardboard box aside, his little nest was even more so And collapsed.

"Who!" Zhou Lai's voice sounded.

Zhou Luoluo didn't dare to speak out even more. He covered his mouth with his hand, but he was panting quickly because he was too nervous.

The footsteps were getting closer.

Zhou Luoluo began to tremble uncontrollably.

"So you are here."

Zhou Lai appeared in front of Zhou Luoluo, and after saying this, he reached out to grab him out.

Zhou Luoluo trembled all over, and shrank back with both hands and feet, but there was a wall behind him, so there was nowhere to hide. Zhou Lai's slender arms were firmly held by Zhou Lai, and then he was roughly dragged out of the corner.

Zhou Lai's cheeks were flushed, the clothes on his body were only in a mess, and there was a tooth mark on his shoulder.

Everything is showing the absurdity and promiscuity he just had.

Zhou Luoluo lay on the ground, not daring to look up at him, trembling in fear.

"You're shaking." Zhou Lai laughed, "Are you so scared?"

He squatted down and reached out to grab Zhou Luoluo's hair: "So just now, you have been eavesdropping."

Zhou Luoluo felt severe pain in the top of his head. He stretched out his hand to break free from Zhou Lai's hand, but he didn't want Zhou Lai to force himself, and threw him hard against the wall.

Hitting the wall, Zhou Luoluo's head buzzed, the pain made him curl up, and he hugged himself with both hands, ignoring Zhou Lai's words.

But how could Zhou Lai let him go so easily.

He pulled Zhou Luoluo roughly, and pinched his face hard: "Since you are here, why don't you make a sound, don't you speak?"

Zhou Luoluo didn't dare to speak, he didn't know how to answer his father, and then he felt suffocated.

Zhou Luoluo couldn't breathe, and hurriedly opened her mouth wide to ask for help.

Zhou Lai found a knife from nowhere. He held the knife in one hand and grabbed Zhou Luoluo's neck with the other.

Seeing Zhou Luoluo open his mouth, Zhou Lai sneered: "Since you don't want to speak, then just be dumb for the rest of your life."

Saying that, the sharp point of the knife landed on Zhou Luoluo's tongue.

The smell of blood spread in his mouth, Zhou Luoluo couldn't feel the pain in his mouth, but felt the overwhelming fear, and began to scream and struggle crazily, trying to escape from Zhou Lai.

The man taking a bath in the bathroom ran out when he heard the movement, and seeing Zhou Lai's movements clearly, he quickly stepped forward to stop Zhou Lai's movements.

"Are you crazy?!" The man looked at Zhou Lai in disbelief.

The knife was thrown aside, and Zhou Luoluo knelt on the ground with his mouth still open.

Just from that day on.

But he couldn't say another word.

It also started from that day.

He never saw Zhou Lai again.