half blind

After finishing speaking, Zhang Qing realized that he had only called for ten minutes, and the greeting was even more embarrassing.

However, there was no expression on Zhou Nanchen's face, he just nodded, "Let's eat."

Zhang Qing froze for a moment, "What time is it?"

"It's seven o'clock." Zhou Nanchen said as he walked towards the restaurant, as if he was afraid that he would not be able to keep up, and his pace seemed to slow down on purpose.

It's good that Zhou Nanchen didn't mention it. Zhang Qing immediately felt that his stomach was growling with hunger.

"What's there to eat?" Zhang Qing rushed to Zhou Nanchen.

"Isn't your manager going to pick you up to see a psychiatrist at night? I ordered takeaway, so I can hurry up." Zhou Nanchen brought Zhang Qing a pair of chopsticks, "The hot and sour noodles nearby are quite delicious."

"Thank you." Zhang Qing took the chopsticks and sat down, opened the lunch box, the noodles inside were pretty good.

"How about it?"

"Yeah, delicious." Zhang Qing nodded while chewing.

Zhou Nanchen smiled, and then picked up the chopsticks by himself, "I ordered it because it's delicious. I remember you used to like hot and sour noodles."

Zhang Qing was stunned for a moment, then lowered his head, "I haven't eaten much now."

"Why?" Zhou Nanchen didn't respond.

"You can't eat anything that is spicy." Zhang Qing smiled, "I'm afraid my throat will be damaged."

Seeing the slight change in Zhou Nanchen's expression, Zhang Qing hurriedly added, "But it's okay to eat once in a while, and this isn't too spicy, it's pretty good."

"That's fine." Zhou Nanchen smiled.

Zhang Qing ate two mouthfuls sullenly, and couldn't help asking: "You...have been living alone?"

"Yeah." Zhou Nanchen took a bite of the powder.

"Oh." Zhang Qing breathed a sigh of relief.

"what happened?"

"No, it's just that you have two rooms, one living room and two quilts." Zhang Qing smiled.

"There are two rooms and one living room in this area, and there is no one who wants to find a room. I just bought the quilt yesterday."

Zhang Qing's eyes widened, "Damn it, you two discussed it yesterday?"

"Well, just wait for your consent."

Duanmu Rou, who killed a thousand swords, just decided for him without authorization!

Zhang Qing ate depressedly for a while, then raised his head again, "Then if I... live in your house like this, won't it delay your work?"

Zhou Nanchen shook his head, "I don't take private jobs very much. I met you that day because the person in charge of the advertising department of 'Xiangyou' is my friend. I went there to help my friend, and no money was collected."

"That's it." Zhang Qing was a little surprised, "Then... just relying on the crew's make-up income, is it enough?"

"Enough." Zhou Nanchen nodded, "I don't really need anything."

This is really quite Zhou Nanchen.

After eating half of the hot and sour noodles, Zhang Qing was startled when he saw a shadow jumping up to the table.

"Van Gogh!" Zhou Nanchen raised his voice, "Get down."

Van Gogh walked around the dining table with his tail up. Zhang Qing was frightened when he saw that the cat would go crazy and knock something over, but he was very dexterous and walked on tiptoe among a pile of plates, bowls and sundries. Walked, and finally came to Zhou Nanchen, and kept rubbing against his chest.

"Did you not feed him?" Zhang Qing laughed.

Zhou Nanchen sighed, "I just fed it. He is not happy to see me bringing a stranger home."

Zhang Qing gave a "tsk", "No wonder he bit me when he came up, he was quite jealous. How old is he?"

"I don't know either. When I picked him up, the people at the pet hospital said he should be one year old. I took the day I picked him up as his birthday, and it will be next month." Zhou Nanchen reached out and stroked Van Gogh's fur, Van Gogh purred happily and nudged him.

In other words, it is one month and two years old.

Looking at this scene, Zhang Qing felt a little sad, and really didn't know whether to envy the cat or Zhou Nanchen.

After eating the hot and sour noodles, the two of them didn't talk anymore, and neither of them mentioned the fire that Zhang Qing sent on the phone last night.

Not long after, Duanmurou called and said that she had parked the car downstairs.

"I'll take you down." Zhou Nanchen put down his chopsticks and stood up, and Van Gogh ran down from his arms.

"No, just go downstairs—"

"It's because I'm going downstairs that I want to send it off." Zhou Nanchen said with an unquestionable tone, so Zhang Qing had no choice but to agree.

When he reached the gate of the building, he felt that if Zhou Nanchen hadn't sent him off, he might not be able to go down this building.The stairs in the old building were very steep, and several railings were broken. Zhang Qing reckoned that even if his eyes were fine, he might step on the ground if he was not careful.

Why didn't you feel so dangerous when you went upstairs?

Zhang Qing lowered his head and just walked forward. Every two steps, his hands were empty, which made him stagger in fright.

"Fuck, why is the handrail of this staircase broken?" Zhang Qing was still in shock, looking at his hand.He stretched out his hand to grab an empty space, only to realize that a section of the handrail had disappeared. If he hadn't stopped his hand in time, he might have fallen.

"It's an old building, someone probably sawed it off and sold it." Zhou Nanchen grabbed Zhang Qing's arm, "Don't hold on to the handrail."

"Oh."

Zhang Qing's heart skipped a beat the moment his arm was pulled by Zhou Nanchen, but he remained expressionless.

Zhang Qing was wearing a short-sleeved T-shirt. He could feel the coolness of Zhou Nanchen's fingertips and the warmth of his palms.

"Xiao Qing, this way!"

Not long after going downstairs, I heard Duanmurou's shout, and Zhou Nanchen let go of his hand.Zhang Qing quickly walked towards the direction of the voice, "Hey!"

Duanmurou stepped out of the car and smiled at Zhou Nanchen, "I'm sorry to trouble you."

"No trouble, let's go."

Duanmurou pulled Zhang Qing's arm and opened the car door for him, "Go in, let's go."

"So rough." Zhang Qing complained, and got into the car.

"You've caused me so much trouble, I'm glad I didn't pack it for you and put it in the trunk. Take this."

Zhang Qing was taken aback, and subconsciously reached out to pick it up, but Duanmurou put the object on his lap.

"What." Zhang Qing picked up the thing and weighed it in his hand, "Mobile phone? You are moving too fast."

"It's just a few minutes to buy a mobile phone. This is the new model you've been thinking about before, so don't drop it again." Duanmurou started the car, "Fasten your seat belt."

"En." Zhang Qing responded, and after touching for a long time, finally caught the button, and buckled the seat belt in with a "click".

Duanmurou drove the car himself today, probably because he was thinking about not wanting unrelated people to know about his eyes.Sometimes Duanmurou's carefulness as a manager makes Zhang Qing suddenly feel a little moved.

But the next second she opened her mouth, she smashed this emotion into pieces.

"How is it?" Duanmurou asked jokingly, "Living together with your first love?"

"Kill me——" Zhang Qing dragged his voice and lay down on the cushion, "I think I will die from lack of oxygen in less than a week."

"As for what?" Duanmurou said with a smile.

"As for it! You don't know Zhou Nanchen, who can't beat a fart with three sticks!" Zhang Qing wailed, "If it weren't for his cat still barking, the hot and sour noodles in this room would be so embarrassingly frozen. .”

"Three sticks can't make a fart, so how did you fall in love with him in the first place?" Duanmurou asked amusedly.

"At the beginning..." Zhang Qing's voice was muffled, "It was the beginning."

"Tell me?" Duanmurou somehow got aroused by the gossip, "How did you two start this relationship?"

"There's nothing to say." Zhang Qing suddenly became irritable, "It's not always the same thing when high school students fall in love, they are very naive."

"But at that time, the feelings were very pure, unlike now, they were all in the big dye vat." Duanmurou said.

Zhang Qing raised his eyebrows and turned to look at her, "Hey, it sounds like sister Rou has a lot of experience?"

I couldn't tell if Duanmu Rou was blushing, but the speed paused inexplicably, "What are you talking about, you think everyone is like you and fell in love in high school?"

Zhang Qing snickered for a while, and knew from the reaction that Duanmurou must have a story.

"Has he changed a lot?" Duanmu said softly.

"It's quite big." Zhang Qing thought for a while and said, "He is tall and handsome."

Duanmu Rou said with a smile: "I haven't put it down yet after hearing it."

"Six or seven years have passed." Zhang Qing said unhappily.

"Yeah, it's been six or seven years. You went blind when you saw him. There must be a reason, right?"

Zhang Qing stopped talking.

"All right, all right, I won't ask anymore. Save your crap and talk to the psychiatrist. I don't care about your affairs, but it's not okay to affect your work. "

After driving for a short time, the speed slowed down.Zhang Qing's head was tilted to one side, almost falling asleep in a daze, but was woken up by Duanmurou's slap.

"Get up, here we are."

Zhang Qing yawned two or three times before slowly getting out of the car, and was dragged upstairs by Duanmurou.

So it didn't take long for Zhang Qing to sit in a chair that was so soft that his whole butt was sinking in, and he had to hold on to the armrest tightly while smiling politely.

The atmosphere in the counseling room made him feel nervous, and he couldn't even breathe faster.

Are all consulting rooms across the country carved out of the same mold?Zhang Qing complained in his heart.This scene brought back bad memories for him.

"When did this happen to you?" The female doctor sitting opposite him said.

"About a week ago." Zhang Qing said.

"After you first met your high school classmates, didn't you?"

Zhang Qing nodded.

"You can only see him and the scenery around him about half a meter away, everything else is blurry?"

Zhang Qing nodded again.

The psychiatrist lowered his head and recorded something in the notebook, then raised his head after a while, and asked him a completely unexpected question, "Do you know about PTSD?"

"What?" Zhang Qing froze for a moment.

"It's a mental illness. The full name is post-traumatic stress disorder. After a person has suffered a severe trauma, seeing things related to the past trauma will trigger a very severe stress response, such as flashbacks, seizures, or depression. Leave."

Zhang Qing was stunned for a few seconds, and realized that he seemed to have heard of this term before, "You mean, do I have that kind of disease?"

"It's hard to say now. I just want to give you an example of this disease. Many mental illnesses are related to trauma." The psychiatrist should have smiled at him, even though Zhang Qing couldn't see it, "Everyone may experience trauma in life." Some traumas will be healed slowly with the passage of time, and some traumas will leave scars in people's hearts for a lifetime."

Zhang Qing nodded.

"If your brain has been working hard to heal this trauma in the past few years, but suddenly there is a huge stimulus related to this trauma, it may indeed lead to a very strong stress response." The psychiatrist paused and used more words. Explained in simple words, "I guess, the current condition of your eyes may be caused by the mental stimulation of seeing that person again after many years. He is likely to be the source of your trauma, or has a lot to do with trauma people."

Zhang Qing adjusted his sitting posture and suddenly felt a tightness in his chest, "Then... when will it get better?"

"It's hard to say." The psychiatrist smiled apologetically, "I haven't seen a situation like yours before. Most patients' stress reactions are severe and short-lived, such as panic attacks or physical disorders. The symptoms can be treated with medication. But your performance is not like stress, it is more like a chronic symptom, and I need time to understand your situation."

"Oh." Zhang Qing lowered his eyes.

"That high school classmate of yours..." The psychiatrist used very euphemistic words, "Is he someone very important to you?"

Zhang Qing was silent for a while, "Yes."

"I think there must be a big knot in your heart." The psychiatrist said gently, "Only when the knot between you and him is opened, can your eyes get better. But Don't be too anxious, emotional matters are very complicated, take your time, and believe that everything will be fine."

Zhang Qing felt like he had been seen through by the psychiatrist.

"My manager, she arranged for me to live with him. If not, it will affect my work and life." Zhang Qing sighed, "Will this...will make me more stimulated?"

The psychiatrist thought for a while and said softly, "You know what? Every 'mental disease' in us has a reason for its existence. It is our brain's self-protection mechanism to prevent us from being hurt again. The reason why you can’t see things is that your subconscious is conveying some inner appeals to you through this symptom. This knot is the knot between the two of you. Maybe not only you have a knot, but he does too.” She paused, "If you want to untie the knot, you have to actively communicate, guide and organize."

Zhang Qing understood the meaning of her words, and after making such a big circle, he actually advised him to communicate more with Zhou Nanchen.He sighed and nodded, "Okay, I see, thank you."

"Then, let's do this for today." The doctor's shadow flickered, "From now on, you should make time to come and have a look every week."

"it is good."

"Be careful when you go out."

"it's okay no problem."

As soon as Zhang Qing closed the door of the consulting room behind him, Duanmu Rou hurried over.

"How is it? What's the situation? What did the doctor say?"

"It's pretty good, better than what I've seen before. She speaks very gently, but she's a bit wordy. I feel like she's careful about every word she says, lest I be stimulated." Zhang Qing said with a smile.

"You met before?" Duanmurou asked suspiciously.

"Ah...it's nothing." Zhang Qing realized that she had slipped her tongue, and hurriedly brought the topic to the past, "She said that she should not be particularly nervous, it's not that serious. But she has never seen a case like mine before, so she still needs to spend time understanding it. .”

Zhang Qing lied a bit and omitted about 80.00% of the content.

Duanmurou breathed a sigh of relief, nodded, "That's good."

Zhang Qing laughed instead, "Don't worry, people won't die after a while."

Duanmurou immediately reached out and slapped him on the forehead, "What are you talking about, crow's mouth! Shut it up quickly."

Zhang Qing followed Duanmurou towards the car with a smile, and before Duanmurou opened the door for him, he groped for the door handle by himself, "What's the schedule tomorrow and the day after tomorrow?"

"Nothing, I pushed."

Zhang Qing was taken aback, "Push?"

"Oh, there's no good work at all. It's either interviews or marketing. It doesn't matter whether those things go or not." Duanmu Rou turned on the road, "The filming of a new movie will start in a week, so it's understandable to ask you to prepare? The script It should be coming down soon, and you just take the time to take a look, so don't get caught up when the filming starts."

Zhang Qing didn't speak, Duanmurou glanced at him, "Is it okay for me to take a vacation for myself? You keep running around to tell me that I'm going to die of exhaustion with your eyes like this."

Zhang Qing smiled, "OK."

After a while Zhang Qing said again, "Sister Rou, thank you."

"No, you're welcome." Duanmurou replied with an emphasis on syllables.