Thousands suspect fake young master after rebirth

Su Qing took the sour cucumber-flavored medicine bottle and threw it up and down: "Don't forget it, I'll go find Lao Lu."

Old Lu in the distance sneezed.

Wen Heng didn't speak immediately, he took a piece of paper from the table and fanned it to dispel the smell, and then opened his mouth.

"Come on."

If it weren't for his high literacy, he might have said "get out of here". After all, not everyone can suffer from this smell, it is on the same level as black garlic.

Su Qing shrugged, and said to him and Song Xunnan: "Then you two stay alone, don't get lost, there will be a game later."

Turning the opening into a party, Su Qing has no one else.

After all, the clinic is special, so there must be no customers today.

Seeing the unrelated personnel leave, Song Xunnan licked his lips, and said to Wen Heng in a slightly hoarse voice, "You know?"

Wen Heng nodded, but did not hide anything.

Song Xunnan pondered for a moment, then asked him directly: "How much can you tell?"

Wen Heng glanced at the noisy crowd around him, and pursed his lower lip: "There are too many people here, come out and say it."

"Okay." Song Xunnan responded, followed him to the door, and the two found a clean cafe.

There are few people in the cafe, they are the only customers.

The two sat in the corner, which was extremely private. After serving the coffee, the clerk sat at the front desk, drowsy, and no one would disturb them.

Song Xunnan looked at Wen Heng who was sitting opposite him, stirring the coffee constantly with a spoon, not even paying attention to a drop or two of coffee liquid accidentally spilled: "I really don't understand, how did you know that I am Something is wrong, obviously there is no problem at all now, even Su Qing didn't notice it."

"He found out, when you first met." Wen Heng took a sip of his coffee and threw out a thunderstorm.

Song Xunnan was shocked by the bombing: "Did you find it?"

He frowned, his expression gradually turned cold: "Then is he testing me today?"

Wen Heng stared at him twice.

Song Xunnan was getting impatient, and pressed his tongue to his lower jaw, "tsk": "What do you think I am doing, isn't this your honesty session?"

"No, I was just thinking," Wen Heng thought about his words, "I thought you would be very angry with me too."

As a result, Song Xunnan really showed his anger only after mentioning that Su Qing also knew about it. Facing Wen Heng just now, he just had a tougher attitude.

When Song Xunnan was asked by him, he also found out. He was stunned, approached with anger and amused: "Doctor Wen, you are still thinking about these things, are you really trying to piss me off? You two are one by one. What do you mean, you don’t treat me as a friend? As a monkey?”

"Tell you, don't worry." Wen Heng's voice was naturally cold, and his tone was slow, which really had a soothing effect. At least Song Xunnan suppressed his temper.

"You just met before, and your body movements showed that you were familiar with Su Qing. He suspected that you had met, and it was a very close relationship, but he was sure that he had never seen you, so he recognized you as some of the people he had taken over. A patient who didn't want to show his true face. But later, he dismissed the idea because you looked healthy."

"...It just looks." Song Xunnan quickly grasped the point.

Wen Heng said "hmm": "After a person has been traumatized, it is inevitable that they will retain their subconscious habitual actions. They may not be aware of it, but it is a common phenomenon in psychology. For example, when you fall on a bike and your arm is scratched, you are taking a shower. Sometimes you will deliberately avoid the wound, and when the wound heals, you will do the same action next time you take a bath, and the habit will disappear after about one or two times. But if it is a wound that takes longer to heal, your inertial action will last longer Long."

"Then what about mine?" Song Xunnan didn't know what movements he liked to do.

"You like to laugh very much, but sometimes the meaning of the smile is different, and when you express negative emotions, you choose to use a smile to cover up, and you will show the same smile," Wen Heng's voice is too cool, "meaning, your The arc and angle of the smile are exactly the same, as if it was reproduced."

The air is quiet.

Song Xunnan felt a coolness behind his back, he squeezed the spoon in his hand, endured and endured, but couldn't hold back: "Are you telling me a ghost story?"

Damn himself is still that boss.

Wen Heng was amused by him, and after a few chuckles, he explained: "There is no such meaning. People will acquire habitual movements because they subconsciously think that this is a safe zone. It is safe to take a bath and avoid the water flow. It is also true for you to laugh when you are angry. Safe. In other words, you're wooing the person who made you angry."

Wen Heng lowered his voice the more he talked, and looked at the young man in front of him, even his voice softened, as if he was worried.

Song Xunnan froze in place.

He wants to say what nonsense you analyzed, how can I please others.

But a memory flashed in his mind, it was him facing the mirror, adjusting his smile over and over again.

Mingming's face was stiff with laughter, and his eyes were crying, but he still smiled again.

Maybe, that is the inertial movement Wen Heng mentioned.

Wen Heng saw that he fell silent, with a bad expression on his face, and said, "Have you remembered?"

Song Xunnan nodded, and stopped halfway through the nod: "So, you even know that my memory is not complete?"

"The first time you came to me because of Lin Sheng and recalled the previous events, your language expressions were very confusing," Wen Heng said, "It's nothing, your brain will automatically delete or downplay the memories that are not good for you, it's self-protection. "

Song Xunnan didn't expect that Wen Heng could see through the two of them less than a few times before, "You just said that Su Qing dispelled his doubts, so you couldn't have asked him to dispel his doubts, right?"

Wen Heng turned the watch on his wrist and nodded.

Of course he wanted to dispel Su Qing's thoughts, otherwise that person would have made many troubles to bother Song Xunnan.

Song Xunnan was silent for a moment, then broke the jar and said, "Okay, then let's open the skylight and speak honestly, and you can tell me directly, what is your conclusion about my illness now."

Before, many people thought that he was a lunatic or a psychopath. Perhaps Song Xunnan had done things too extreme and extreme before, but he still didn't want the term "psychopath" to come out of Wen Heng's mouth.

I can't say what it feels like, but it will make Song Xunnan feel that he is no different from Wen Heng's patients, and his care for him becomes a kind of pity.

He doesn't like this unequal relationship.

"No disease, you are healthy."