Lovers suffer from depression [Quick Transmigration]

When I heard the news of my mother's death, Meng Miandong was in class. Meng Miandong was studying English, and the subject was trade. This class was "Foreign Trade Practices".

He was supposed to study psychology and wanted to know himself better so he could make a positive change, but his brother changed his college choice to English without his knowledge.

The reason why my brother did this is because his family is engaged in foreign trade business. If he learns English instead, he will be able to join the job as soon as he graduates.

He knew very well that his brother did not plan for him, but wanted to make the best use of others.

At that time, he cautiously asked his brother why he hadn't asked his opinion, but his brother asked him with a straight face if he didn't want to work for the family company, and did he wish the company would go bankrupt sooner?

He opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.

The elder brother suddenly became angry, scolded him severely, and then ignored him.

He suddenly felt that he had done something wrong, and desperately apologized to his brother, which lasted for more than two hours before his brother forgave him reluctantly.

He's terrified of being angry with him, even if it's not his fault.

He hopes to live in harmony with everyone, so as to gain everyone's approval and value of existence, so he instinctively accommodates his father, brother, sister, classmates, anyone who needs him to accommodate, and Try to please them.

When he was in high school, he happened to read a psychology book that mentioned pandering personality disorder, and he thought he must have pandering personality disorder.

But he doesn't know how to change it.

If he doesn't accommodate others, others will be angry, and they will ignore him when they are angry, so what should he do?

The only one who doesn't need him to accommodate is his mother, who always touches his head and says to him: "Miandong, you should think more about yourself, those who ask you to obey their wishes all the time will never Sincerely treat you well, and you don't have to care about them."

The mother also quarreled several times with her father, elder brother, and younger sister because of this, which made her position in the family precarious for a time.

Less than 10 minutes into the class, the driver at home knocked on the door of the classroom and called him out of the classroom.

Although this driver has always been driven by his brother, sometimes his mother will ask the driver to deliver some homemade food, daily necessities, snacks, etc. to him.

He thought the driver was delivering something, and he walked up to the driver briskly, full of expectations. Unexpectedly, the driver said, "Ma'am is gone."

"Going away?" He asked instinctively, but he heard the driver explain bluntly: "Madam died in a car accident."

"Dead?" He was stunned for a while with a wooden face, and finally cried out after a long time.

"Let's go, Eldest Young Master asked me to take Second Young Master back to see my wife off for the last time." The driver walked forward after finishing speaking, he hurriedly followed the driver without thinking about asking for leave.

University A is about two hours away from home by car, but today due to heavy traffic jams, it took him three and a half hours to get home.

The hall of the house was set up as a mourning hall, and there was a table in the center, with the mother’s photos and full offerings on it. The table was facing an ice coffin, which was plugged in. When you approached, you could hear "rumbling" ", his mother was lying in the ice coffin, and his mother should have been sorted out by the mortician, she put on light makeup, and she looked as if she was asleep.

My mother was wearing her favorite dress, her favorite pearl necklace around her neck, and on her ring finger was the diamond ring her father gave her on the [-]th anniversary of her wedding.

He couldn't help crying while hugging his mother's ice coffin. In addition to his own crying, there was also the sound of a group of nuns chanting sutras, and the sounds of relatives and friends who came to mourn.

The ice coffin was very cold, and the cold air diffused into his limbs bit by bit, but he didn't want to be far away from the ice coffin.

This is his mother, and his mother is dead.

"Mom..." He whimpered, he didn't know if it was because of the vapor in the ice coffin, or because of his tears, he couldn't see his mother's face clearly.

He was crying so hard that he couldn't breathe, when something suddenly hit him, he turned his head subconsciously, but the corner of his lips hurt.

He looked up, and what caught his eyes was his angry brother, and what hit him was a book, the page cut a three centimeter long hole from the corner of his lips to his jaw.

The blood trickled down, he didn't feel any pain, he lowered his head and picked up the book.

This book is uneven, and it is covered with dark red blood stains. I think it should be soaked in blood before coming here, and it will be uneven after it dries, right?

This is a psychological book in English, which is extremely difficult to buy in China. He once mentioned to his mother that he wanted to buy this book.

So, is the blood on it Mother's?

So, did his mother get into a car accident just to help him buy books?

When he was in a state of confusion, his elder brother said condescendingly, "Meng Miandong, you killed my mother!"

"I..." Meng Miandong grabbed the book in his hand, and the pages immediately embedded in his palm.

The elder brother turned his head to the driver and said, "Drag him out, Mom won't want to see the murderer who killed her."

The driver was paid by his elder brother, so he obeyed his elder brother's instructions as a matter of course, grabbed his arm and dragged him out.

Not far away, his father was smoking a cigarette, his face was filled with smoke, and he didn't know what his father's expression was.

The younger sister beside the father is talking to the cousin.

The relatives he knew very well ignored him.

The nuns, on the other hand, recite scriptures by themselves.

It seems that he never existed in this mourning hall, he is superfluous.

Yes, he who killed his mother was indeed redundant.

Thinking of this, he stopped struggling and let the driver drag him out of the gate.

He was outside the gate, holding a book, and knelt down in the direction of his mother.

It is past eleven o'clock in the morning in mid-December. Because it is cloudy, the ice on the ground has not completely melted, and the liquid that has melted and has not evaporated immediately seeps through the long down jacket he is wearing outside, and has not entered. Inside the jeans, the knees were wet quickly.

But it was far from cold when holding the ice coffin.

——Why is he still feeling cold at this moment?

He obviously killed his mother.

He is a murderer!

While weeping, he kowtowed to his mother.

There was some blood splattered on the ground, and his forehead seemed to have been smashed.

But what about a broken forehead?

Suddenly, he heard footsteps, and after a while, a pair of black high-heeled shoes came into his eyes, and then, he was kicked over by the pair of high-heeled shoes, and fell to the ground on his back.

The owner of this pair of black high heels is his mother's sister, his aunt.

My aunt looks five or six points like his mother, and he was once bullied by his aunt's daughter—his cousin—who was talking to his own sister.

One summer vacation in his first year of high school, his cousin cried and accused him of breaking her cousin's piano.

He didn't have time to touch the piano at all, but because his aunt asked him to teach his cousin to play the piano, and there were only him and his cousin in the piano room, he couldn't argue with it.

At that time, the family's capital chain was tight, and he didn't dare to ask for an extra dollar from the family. In order to pay his cousin a new piano, he worked for a whole summer vacation and slept only five hours a day at most.

However, when he collected enough money to buy a piano from the piano store and sent it to his cousin's house, the cousin cried and accused him of buying such a cheap piano because he deliberately made her unable to practice the piano.

Later, it was my aunt who persuaded my cousin, so the piano stayed in my cousin's piano room.

He was very grateful to his aunt, he did not know how many times he said thank you.

Now my aunt kicked him to the ground, wiped her tears and said, "Do you know that your mother was knocked into the air for more than ten meters, her intestines flowed out, and not a single bone in her body was intact?"

My aunt calmed down, pointed at him, and said coldly: "Murderer, you will definitely die badly."

Yes, he is a murderer.

My aunt went back to the mourning hall, and then many people came to pay her respects, and everyone who passed by would point to him.

At this time, he was helped up by someone. Due to the backlight, he couldn't see the person's appearance clearly, but he was sure that this person must be very good-looking.

This person's voice is also very gentle: "Are you Miandong? Hello, I'm Wenran."

Smell burning?Who Wen Ran is, he has never heard of it.

Wen Ran gently patted the dust off his body, and took a tissue to wipe the blood from the corners of his lips, chin and forehead.

Then, he heard Wen Ran say: "The wound is a bit deep, may I take you to the hospital?"

"No, thank you." His voice was a little hoarse, he took a step back and said, "I want to be with my mother."

When Wen Ran saw the living Meng Miandong again, he couldn't hide his excitement, and he tried his best to endure so that he didn't embrace such a embarrassed Miandong in his arms.

He restrained his emotions, but the black suit, white shirt, and the heart under a layer of flesh were beating like a drum in disobedience.

All the information about Meng Miandong in this world has been input into his mind so far, so he naturally understands why Meng Miandong in front of him is in such a mess.

The wound from the corner of Meng Miandong's lip to the jaw was a bit deep, and he couldn't stop it for a while. Since Meng Miandong didn't want to go to the hospital, he could only order his assistant to invite his family doctor, and then buy some medicine for Meng Miandong. A new suit.

Meng Miandong's father in this world runs a foreign trade company, which looks good on the surface, but its foundation is rotten.

And the self in this world is the supplier of the Meng family's foreign trade company. It is said that it is a supplier, but in fact, the purchase volume of the Meng family is less than one percent of the total output, and it is the Meng family who begs him to supply.

He stared at Meng Miandong, pretending to be puzzled and asked: "Miandong, why don't you go in?"

Just as Meng Miandong was about to say that his mother was killed by him, his brother forbade him to go in, but Wen Ran was the first to say, "Let's go in."

we?

Why did Wen Ran talk about us?

Meng Miandong's left wrist was seized by Wen Ran, and then he was dragged to the mourning hall by Wen Ran.

No one stopped.

The elder brother even flattered and said: "Why is Mr. Wen coming here when he is free?"

Wen Ran solemnly said: "I'm here to pay tribute to the funeral, please mourn."

Meng Miandong didn't care about guessing Wen Ran's identity, and ran straight to the ice coffin, knelt down, and hugged the ice coffin.

In the ice coffin lay his favorite mother, who would never talk to him again, never cook for him, never touch his head, and asked him to think more about himself.

His beloved mother was killed by him...

The author has something to say: For the convenience of reading, all the worlds of Smell and Sleep will not be renamed

Catering personality disorder is a pleasing personality. Patients with catering personality disorder sacrifice themselves and constantly compromise to gain the other party's approval, and suffer from not being recognized by the other party.