Pandora's Box

I turned the key lightly and silently opened the apartment door.

It was already late at night, but the lights in the living room were still on.

My heart tightened.I knew that Cheng Yichen was waiting for me.

I used to feel warm and moved by this scene——for a lonely night-timer like me who has always been waiting for no one, how grateful it is to have a light for me.But now, there are only goosebumps quietly on the back.

Is he spying on me quietly?

Cheng Yichen and I met each other's eyes, and his expression was not very good-looking.

He looked at me and said with obvious annoyance: "Why didn't you reply to the message? There was no explanation, and the phone didn't answer. Do you know how worried we are about you?"

What are you worried about, my safety?Still worried about what I remembered?

Thinking sarcastically in my heart, I still said: "Sorry, the bar is too noisy, I didn't hear you."

His expression slowed down: "You are so old, I don't want to control you. But as long as I can explain it, the family doesn't have to worry about you. You know, after that incident, our nerves are more tense... ..."

I lowered my head and took off my shoes, and said "hmm".

Cheng Yichen said again: "Everyone has gone looking for you. I'll tell them to come back."

He started calling, and I slowly changed my shoes in the hallway, and walked quietly to the bedroom door.

When he was about to open the door and enter the house, he stopped me: "Are you hungry? I'll make you some supper."

The feeling of nausea came again, and I quickly took the trash can with my eyesight, and vomited out all the wine mixed with bile that I drank on an empty stomach that night.

Cheng Yichen seemed to be stunned, seeing me hugging the stinking trash can, he hesitated and said, "You...how much did you drink?"

I didn't make a sound, he came over and patted me on the back gently, as if trying to help me.This made me couldn't help but vomit again, and even stained his trousers.

Cheng Yichen silently handed over the tissue and said, "Go and wash first, I'll make you some hangover soup."

"No need," I immediately refused, "I'll just sleep on it."

In order not to make him suspicious, I tried my best to smile and said weakly: "I drank too much, I have a headache."

My weakness is very real.He seemed to sigh, and then said in a low voice: "Then hurry up and rest, your complexion is very bad. Next time, drink less."

After a simple wash, I quickly went back to the room, closed the door, and isolated myself from this man.

I lay on the bed for a long time, although my head was dizzy, but I didn't feel sleepy at all, my mind was full of calculations and deduction.

After an unknown amount of time, there was a faint commotion outside, and I heard someone asking, "Where is Lin Jingren?"

Cheng Yichen replied: "I asked Xiao Jing to go to rest first. Hey, look at you, wait until I get you a towel to wipe it off."

Someone said again: "Is Xiao Jing okay?"

This is Lu Feng and Zhuo Wenyang who are back.

Cheng Yichen asked: "Do you know what happened to Xiao Jing? He suddenly went to a bar to drink heavily. It wasn't like this before."

The volume of their conversation was lowered, but I could still hear it in the dead of night.

After a moment of silence, Zhuo Wenyang said: "Yesterday we went to see a psychiatrist, and Xiao actually felt that the effect was very good, and he happily told me that he would definitely be able to sleep well at night. It turns out that I still had a nightmare last night. "

"Do you still dream about the car accident? Hey, it's been so long."

"It should be. This must have hit Xiao Jing very hard. The nightmare has lasted for too long, and it is a great psychological and physical burden."

Cheng Yichen was sighing: "I don't know when the sequelae of the car accident will be cured."

Zhuo Wenyang said: "There is no rush. The doctor said that Xiao Jing is very cooperative, but psychological treatment is not something that can be effective overnight. Let's take it slowly."

After a while, Cheng Yichen said: "It's very painful to be troubled by depression. I can't sleep every day. After a long time, no one can bear it. If Xiao Jing is in a bad mood and loses his temper, you all have to bear it. "

"Um……"

I listened quietly, with no waves in my heart, and even wanted to laugh a little.

I lay flat on this cold bed, with my hands behind my head, looking at the ceiling.

The crescent-shaped ceiling light above, in this blue-toned room, is like a crescent moon rising from the sea, bright and bright.

However false.

I actually fell asleep peacefully that night.The recurring dreams that had plagued me for months completely disappeared that night.

Probably the self who refused to let go and was unwilling to be forgotten, finally gained peace because he got the response he wanted.

After getting up, I waited for a while, listening to the movement outside, and made sure that I was the only one in the apartment again, and then opened the door and went out.

I brushed my teeth calmly and looked at myself in the mirror.The face looked pale, weak, and world-weary, but my mood was light.

Breakfast was reserved for me on the dining table in the living room. It was a plate of Hong Kong-style West Toast that I used to like very much, and a cup of Ovaltine.I dumped them into a garbage bag, then took them out the door and threw them away, and bought myself a pancake fruit along the way.

When Ke Luo saw me in the company, he was obviously surprised.

"Are you going to come back to work?"

"Yes."

He looked me up and down: "Are you okay? Everyone was still worried about you yesterday. Don't you want to rest for a few more days?"

"No," I said with a smile, "I've been staying at home, and I feel like my condition has gotten worse. Going out to do some activities and get in touch with more people might make it better."

"That's right, you need to change the environment," he nodded, "but you don't have to start working. Simple tasks, if you are interested, just do some casually. The main thing is to adjust and relax."

"Ah."

He patted me on the shoulder: "I have two very good coffees in my cupboard, which were just given by a friend. You can take them if you want to drink them later."

"it is good."

"I'll go to work first. Sit down for a while and get used to it," he said with a smile, "you can fish and play games if you want."

I looked at Ke Luo's back and felt a little sad in my heart.

He's the only one who doesn't know—those people don't tell him the dirty things they've done.

He's also the only one who has always been pure and genuine with me.

When it was time to get off work, my colleagues clocked in and left one after another, but I sat in front of the computer and continued typing on the keyboard, unmoved.After all, when I think of eating at the same table with that family, I feel that it will test my acting skills too much.

Ke Luo asked me: "Aren't you leaving? Shall I drive you back, or do you want to wait for Zhuo Wenyang?"

I shook my head: "I have to work overtime."

"???" Ke Luo said, "If you work so hard, I won't give you a raise."

"It's okay, there is no need for another price."

"Then why don't you leave? You are not active after get off work, and you have a problem with your head."

"..." I laughed, "Is this what a boss should say?"

"Speak from your heart."

"I want to get things done, otherwise I can't justify it," I said, "I've been on sick leave for too long, and I don't go to work when I recover. Everyone will see it and have some opinions."

Ke Luo thought for a while: "Otherwise, I'll accompany you and finish it soon."

"No, you have an appointment with LEE," I said with a smile, "you hurry up, I don't want to be scolded by him."

After Ke Luo left, I continued to work, and then slowly sorted out the files.

As a newcomer, the content of my work is actually not in touch with the core things of the company.

But Ke Luo wasn't wary of me, and I knew his computer habits too well.

While I was busy, I received a message from Zhuo Wenyang.

"Ke Luo said you worked overtime?"

"Well, I won't go back for dinner tonight. The company canteen is pretty good."

"Will it be late? I'll go pick you up."

"No," I replied solemnly, "I want to focus more on my work, so that I can distract myself and help adjust my mental state."

"Well..." Zhuo Wenyang quickly returned, "I have an appointment with the doctor for a follow-up visit on Sunday, can you do it at this time?"

I sent a smiley face: "OK."

"It will get better gradually, it will take more time, don't be too stressed."

"Ah."

I clicked back and messaged the other guy back.

Back at the apartment that night, even though it was as late as possible, Cheng Yichen was still waiting patiently for me.

It made me both bored and disgusted.

He seemed to look at me a little sadly: "Why is it so late. Going back to work on the first day, you don't have to work so hard, it's okay if you don't finish it."

"It's okay, I'm not tired."

"I cooked some wontons for you..."

I immediately said: "No, I ate at the company."

He said again: "Well, it's good to drink some soup, I'll make a bowl first, you can try it..."

"I don't want to drink."

He stopped talking, and the room fell silent for a moment.

His expression was a little lonely.I realized that he had sensed my estrangement from him—mood changes cannot be hidden from those who have been with them day and night.

So I called him: "Uncle Chen."

He was taken aback for a moment: "Huh?"

"Sorry, I haven't been in a good mood recently."

He hurriedly said, "Why do you apologize? You didn't do anything wrong. It's normal to be in a bad mood and not want to eat. I just cooked a little casually. Don't take it to heart."

"Well," I said, "if only I could go to the beach."

He opened his eyes wide: "Now?"

I shook my head: "It's too late now, and the sea is far away."

"Then, tomorrow? The weather seems to be good tomorrow. Go to the beach to relax, the air is good, and the mood is good."

I was silent for a while, then asked again: "Can you go with me? I don't want to be alone."

He showed a happy expression: "Okay!" Then he asked: "Do you want Wen Yang to go with you?"

"No," I said, "Wen Yang has work arrangements. I don't want to bother him all the time. He will accompany me to my follow-up visit on Sunday."

"Yeah, let's go then." Cheng Yichen looked very happy, "Do you want to eat something? I'll make some and take it with you tomorrow morning. We can have a picnic by the sea."

I smiled at him.