Winner

Dr. Lin didn't expect her patient surnamed You to make an appointment for the next treatment so soon. She held the medical booklet and looked at You Ye in front of her. She observed that this man's mental state was even worse than before. She didn't move her face. frowned.

You Ye held a stress ball in his hand, and unconsciously exerted force on it. His eyes were not focused, and his movements were a little nervous. The blue and black under his eyes told Dr. Lin that he was in a poor sleep state.

Logically speaking, a patient like You Ye who cooperated with the treatment, coupled with the previous diagnosis and treatment, should not have such a rapid decline in the condition in a short period of time.

If You Ye was just an ice cup filled with hot water before, and those memories kept wearing away his body, then the ice cup has cracks now.The fiery fusion is not to cancel each other out, but to go in a more extreme direction, and one day it will fall apart. This situation is very bad.

Dr. Lin stepped out of her desk. She didn't wear a doctor's white coat, but an apricot sweater.She didn't take the medical manual either, but just like an ordinary friend, she pulled a chair, sat gently in front of You Ye and said softly, "Are you still having nightmares these days?"

You Ye stopped pinching the ball, he looked up at Dr. Lin in a daze, and nodded.

Dr. Lin wanted to ask again, but You Ye said hoarsely, "The cabin...is gone."

Dr. Lin's heart tightened: "Is it the one you told me before?"

Every time You Ye had a nightmare, because he was too afraid and wanted to be redeemed, he subconsciously established a protection mechanism, which was the cabin in his dream.Dr. Lin also led him to think that every nightmare is a re-experience of trauma, at least in the dream there is a place to hide, so he doesn't have to worry about being hurt again.

What went wrong to make this protection mechanism disappear?

She put her hand on the back of You Ye's unnaturally trembling hand: "Did something happen?"

You Ye raised his eyes suddenly, and a tear fell on the back of their hands.

Two hours later, Dr. Lin sent him out. After thinking about it, she handed her personal business card to You Ye: "If you need anything, you can contact me at this number."

You Ye took the business card and left in silence.Dr. Lin put his hands in his pockets, raised his head and sighed.

The little nurse came over holding the recording board, looked at You Ye's back and asked, "Didn't this patient come next Monday? Why did he come this Friday?"

Dr. Lin took off his glasses and wiped them tiredly: "Oh, his condition is getting worse, and it's a bit complicated. It would be good if he is accompanied by his family or friends, but he is always alone every time."

The little nurse hesitated: "I heard that he has a lover, maybe..."

Dr. Lin stared at her sharply: "Who did you listen to, didn't I always tell you not to pry into the privacy of customers without authorization?"

The little nurse shrank her head and let out a small oh.

Dr. Lin put the glasses on his face, and couldn't help but wonder, if the Mr. Ji mentioned by the patient was still by his side, would things go in a good direction? After all, he was his subconscious protector , although Mr. You is unwilling to admit it.

But on the one hand, this Mr. Ji is closely related to the memory of the trauma. The patient will have a persistent avoidance of the stimulation associated with the trauma. If the stimulation persists, the situation may be worse.

This situation is really contradictory and tricky, Dr. Lin shook his head and sighed.

The subject of Dr. Lin's sigh was sitting in a taxi, with earphones plugged into his ears, playing music slowly.

He stared at the screen of his mobile phone, his mind was always distracted, in fact, he didn't even know what he was thinking.Time seemed to snap of the fingers, and when the taxi stopped, You Ye realized that it had arrived.

He took off the earphones on one side, checked out and got out of the car. The same music was always in the earphones, humming repeatedly, the voice was extremely low, and a vicissitudes of life could be vaguely heard as a male voice.

You Ye entered the elevator, and the elevator door slowly closed. He looked at the elongated and deformed self reflected in the metal in front of him, ugly and useless, feeling sorry for himself.

His stomach is very sour. He went out after taking the medicine in the morning, and his stomach is still empty and painful.

He pressed his stomach, held the key and thought a little tiredly whether he should order a takeaway or porridge later.

So tired, physically and mentally exhausted.Even though I slept long enough, I was still exhausted.

You Ye's footsteps were heavy, until he walked to the door of the house and saw the person standing there, the one he hadn't seen for a long time.

That person used to come here often, but counting the days, he hadn't been here for a while, and he thought he had given up.

Now seeing the real person in a trance, You Ye's mind is in chaos, just like a dream.You Ye also suspects that he is dreaming. He has recently been in poor spirits due to drugs.

Could it be that he was really dreaming now? With this in mind, he walked up to this person step by step, keeping his eyes on this person.

He raised his hand and touched it lightly. His fingertips first touched the person's face. It was cold, unlike the touch in his memory, which was always so warm.

You Ye breathed a sigh of relief, his brows and eyes drooped relaxedly: "It really is a dream."

You Ye looked at him greedily again, and he always heard the voice of this person in his dreams, but he often couldn't see his appearance completely.

He pushed the combination lock and entered the six-digit combination.The people behind him were asking him, "Why these six figures?"

You Ye often gets along with this voice in the cabin, but since the cabin disappeared, he can only struggle exhaustedly in the nightmare alone.Hearing this voice again now, he replied naturally and even kindly: "I don't know, I want to use it subconsciously."

After finishing speaking, he seemed to think it was a little funny, hehe said: "Others must not think of it, all my passwords are it."

He went in, and subconsciously wanted to close the door with his backhand, but the door was blocked by someone, and that person squeezed in.

You Ye looked at him with some doubts: "Why did you come in?"

The man's expression seemed to be hurt, he was very sad, and asked him cautiously: "Am I not allowed to enter?"

You Ye shook his head: "Don't you often appear in my dreams suddenly, there is no door to stop you, just a whistling..."

After finishing speaking, he smiled sweetly: "It's often when I really want you to come, you will appear."

He faltered for a moment, his eyebrows drooped a little sluggishly: "But you never show your face, if you only have voice, it's useless."

The man's voice was tense, and he asked him, "You Ye, look at me."

You Ye looked back at him in a daze, and blinked a little dullly: "Why did you appear in my dream for so long today, it's so strange."

The man seemed to realize something, he stepped forward and stared at You Ye closely.He grabbed his hand and pressed it to his face.

Ji Qinsheng's tears fell into You Ye's palm, hot and hot, he heard the dream in front of him say to him: "I am real, You Ye, look at me."