Don't Pick Up Boyfriends From the Trash Bin

That night, I don't know if it was because of Jinghong when we met again, Chi Xiaochi had another nightmare.

The dream is a battlefield of blood and fire. The white horse is lying down, and the scattered mane and hair are stained with fresh blood, which is blown by the wind and formed into large ochre-colored locks.

Shi Tingyun turned over the corpses one by one, Yan Yuanheng, Yan Yuanzhao, Li Yeshu, Shi Jinghong, the familiar bloody faces zoomed in and out in front of him one by one.

Chi Xiaochi opened his eyes amidst the strong smell of blood in his nostrils, subconsciously scratched the side with his fingers, and didn't realize that Shi Jinghong had arranged a separate room for Yu Fengmian until he was free.

He got up, suppressed the sweet smell in his mouth with herbal tea, changed into a light and heavy attire, and went out through the window, without waking up Li Yeshu who was taking a nap in the courtyard.

Shi Tingyun also visited the General's Mansion in Dingyuan City, so he went to the Martial Arts Field according to his memory.

The moon was hanging high, and the moonlight shone on the stones beside the martial arts field. Chi Xiaochi picked out a silver gun from it, and weighed it in his hand: "Take it."

There was no intention of moving in his body, and the hand holding the gun was still a little sweaty, as if the greasy blood from the dream was still attached to his palm.

Chi Xiaochi stretched his neck: "Sleep when you're tired. There's still work to do tomorrow."

The people in the body moved according to his orders.

At first, the gunshots were not stable and mistakes were made frequently, but with the immersion of the body's instincts, the mistakes were gradually corrected.

The man under the moon danced his spear silently and moved his body freely, like a young and vigorous silver dragon.

The gunfire ended with the sound of a sharp object piercing through the air.

The young man held the gun flat, the sweat on his neck glistened, and slowly slid down the curve of his neck as he panted.

Chi Xiaochi asked Shi Tingyun in his body: "Aren't you sleepy?"

After exercising, he didn't feel tired, but his mind became clearer and gave him the answer.

Chi Xiaochi stuck the gun in the same place: "It's fine if you're not sleepy. It's still half an hour before dawn, if you really fall asleep, it's not easy."

Shi Tingyun: "..."

Chi Xiaochi sat down on the steps of the corridor beside the martial arts arena.

Surrounded by dense darkness, the bright moon hangs high, shining like the sun.

Chi Xiaochi blocked the glaring moonlight with his hand, and said, "I've been with you for so long, and I haven't talked to you alone yet."

Shi Tingyun was silent, thinking about his own thoughts.

Chi Xiaochi: "You don't need to thank me. Accompanying you is what I should do."

Shi Tingyun: "...?"

Chi Xiaochi: "You hire me with your life, and I will use my life to fight with you. We exchange equal value, and we owe nothing to anyone."

Shi Tingyun: "..." Thank you.

Chi Xiaochi: "Oh, I've already said that no one owes anyone, and you are still being polite to me."

Shi Tingyun: "..."

He felt that he could not have a good chat with this person.

The cool breeze is like water, which makes people calm.

A thin cloud passed across the sky, covering some of the moonlight like a gauze, and Chi Xiaochi's eyes got used to it a bit, leaning on the steps behind him with his elbows, propped up on one leg, and lazily raised his head to look at the moon: "Be with yourself It's okay nightmare, it feels really weird."

Shi Tingyun: "..." Sorry.

Chi Xiaochi: "Don't say I'm sorry, this is not what you want. As I said, we exchanged at equal value, and I should bear everything about you. It doesn't make sense that I only enjoy the status of the major general, the only son of the general. Prosperity." Pain, struggle, hatred, and nightmares are all necessary elements to form Shi Tingyun's person.

This time they finally hit it off.

Chi Xiaochi moved his body: "...However, psychological treatment can be given away for free, or? At the beginning, Lucas bought several courses of treatment for me without telling me, and spent a lot of money."

The patient in his body remained silent throughout.

Even the most experienced psychiatrist cannot treat a patient who has lost the ability to communicate.

But Chi Xiaochi, a Mongolian doctor, is fearless.

He said: "I'm sick, similar to yours. I've been sick for about ten years. I'm a senior medicine tanker. The sleeping pills I've taken can kill two cows. I'm soaked in broken pots from the inside to the outside. Vigorous. Lucas always said that I was a widow for many years and fearless. Although I beat him up, I knew he was right. I always felt that I would die of illness. Yes, not of illness, sick to death."

"I love nightmares too. But my dreams aren't bloody like yours."

"I always dream that I am waiting for someone, sitting at home, or sitting in a restaurant or playground, and I just wait until I wake up. Sometimes I wake up, and it takes a long time before I know that I am awake. Wait any longer."

"I've seen three or four psychiatrists, and they all suggested that I go to the gym more. A lot of exercise can relieve the mood, and there will inevitably be physical contact in the gym, which will help desensitization therapy... What is Desensitization? For example, if you don’t like radishes, the treatment method is to take you to visit the radish garden every day, add radishes in different patterns every day in your meal, add a little every day, and over time, the phobia of radishes will be cured. "

"I don't. I pay people to work out in front of me. I like to drink sports drinks and watch them push."

"The doctor asked me what it was for and I said it would make me feel happy too."

"They told me, Mr. Chi, you are treating the symptoms but not the root cause like this. I said that even the lady bodybuilder who I recommended to become the chapter of Biological Compulsory Protein is treating the symptoms and not the root cause. Looking at everyone is like watching a monkey. Looking at myself is still I'm upset."

"They said, Mr. Chi, don't argue with us. This kind of happiness is very short-lived. If you want to treat a disease, you must follow the doctor's advice. All mental illnesses are caused by a place in your heart that is not smooth. You have to learn to forget. Learn to look forward. Over time, the blocked places will be unblocked."

Shi Tingyun in his body listened quietly, feeling that the words of those doctors were reasonable.

Maybe after some time, he will really forget it.

Forget about the unbearable things in the past, and face a brand new beginning...

Unexpectedly, Chi Xiaochi changed the subject: "But why should I forget?"

Shi Tingyun: "...?"

"People always want to forget the stupid self in the past, and feel that forgetting and letting go is an act full of courage. I don't think so. Forgetting is the easiest way to escape. It is faster and farther than anyone else. How fast is your running speed, what kind of courage is it?"

"I will not forget. I will not forget why I became like that, why I got sick. Because I was not good at that time, I was too weak, I was stupid, I was deceived."

"How many people choose to forget and look forward because they don't want to face themselves like that? I don't make judgments, I just don't allow myself to become like this. The people who hurt me want me to forget and look forward Well. I thought about it, and I decided not to. Let the person who harmed me have his way, I am very unhappy."

"Later, the person who hurt me was gone, and I got used to the burden, so I couldn't let it go. I looked back over and over again, reminded myself over and over again, and asked myself what I should do next time I encountered the same thing. Let yourself lose important people again. Year after year, it’s over, but fortunately, I didn’t lose anything, and I didn’t meet any important people.”

"After listening to my nagging, the doctor told me, Mr. Chi, maybe you don't need to see a doctor."

"I know they're not praising me. I'm terminally ill. The disease has become a part of my body. It can't be cured."

Chi Xiaochi's speech was not cadenced, three points were self-deprecating, six points were flat, and the remaining one point was a bit of a generous smile.

"I live a happy life, and I don't hate myself like this. I think it's good to be a happy patient. The only thing I'm afraid of is that someone hates me like this, but it doesn't matter anymore."

Chi Xiaochi said: "This time I'm here, I can only help you with the first half of the journey and get rid of those who hurt you; for the second half, I can't live for you."

"After I leave, whether you want to be a happy Mongolian doctor like me, follow the doctor's orders, or be a person who let go, it's all up to you."

While speaking, Chi Xiaochi's voice was full of envy: "To be honest, you are much better than me. You have a father, you have friends, and you have money at home. Unlike me, I could only live with a dream... ...and you're still young."

Time stopped and the cloud was silent.

Some of Chi Xiaochi's words were very strange, but he could understand most of them even if he just guessed.

The hot sweat had disappeared, and the night breeze slid against the body, which was very comfortable.

After listening to his call, Shi Tingyun's mood became calmer than ever before: "..." Thank you.

Chi Xiaochi pillowed his arm comfortably: "Okay. I guess you must be scolding me in your heart now."

Shi Tingyun: "...???"

Chi Xiaochi: "After all, I didn't say anything useful. At least I still have a sleeping pill that I can take, and I can't give it to you..."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly felt his right hand move sideways and grab something.

Shi Tingyun concentrated all his strength on his right hand, finally won a little autonomy, and caught a small butterfly that mistook the moonlight for a pond and landed on the steps.

Shi Tingyun was able to push Bai Qianjun's hand, trembling slightly because he wanted to catch the wings of a small butterfly.

He sent the butterfly to Chi Xiaochi's eyes.

...for you.

This time, thank you very much.

After Chi Xiaochi was slightly stunned, he took the butterfly with his left hand, held it in his palm, and said with a light smile, "You're welcome."

The tiny legs of the butterfly brushed against his palm, Chi Xiaochi blew into his palm, and sent the butterfly away.

The frightened white butterfly quickly disappeared, and following the place where it disappeared, Chi Xiaochi saw that the shape of a morning star appeared in the sky.

Chi Xiaochi moved a bit and jumped up: "It's almost dawn. Let's go..."

As soon as he turned around, he met Lou Ying who was sitting in the shadow of the corner of the corridor.

Chi Xiaochi was surprised: "...Sir, when did you come here?"

Lou Ying pretended to be pulling clothes, and brushed Yelu off her shoulders: "I got up when I heard the sound."

Since entering this world, Chi Xiaochi has always thought that the connection signal between Lou Ying and himself is not good, and he should not be able to hear himself after falling asleep.

He thought that the long speech just now probably caused Lou Ying to sleep, and he couldn't help but feel a little distressed.

Chi Xiaochi stepped forward quickly, helped him onto his wheelchair, and said, "I'll push you to sleep for a while."

Lou Ying gave a low "hmm".

The two fell into silence again, and for a while, there was only the sound of the wheelchair rolling against the cold stone slab, sending the two of them all the way to the house.

When Chi Xiaochi carried Lou Ying to bed, he touched the quilt casually.

The quilt was already cold, and its owner must have been away for a long time.

Chi Xiaochi didn't say anything.

After calculating the time, it's time for me to wash up.

He tucked the quilt up for Lou Ying, fixed his hair, and turned to leave.

When he walked to the door, Lou Ying's voice came from behind him.

"...I'm sorry." The voice was a little hoarse, and the emotions contained in it were heart-shattering and genuinely distressed, "...Thank you for your hard work."

To leave you alone and sick for so many years.sorry.

Chi Xiaochi turned his back to him and lowered his head slightly.

After a while, he took a breath and turned his head. There was no sadness in his smile, and his bright and youthful air was very charming: "It's not hard."

And when Chi Xiaochi turned his head, a tear fell quickly, did not touch his face, and only wet his eyelashes a little.

A single tear was enough for him to adjust his state.

He raised his hand to touch his face, confirmed that his expression had returned to normal, then wiped off the faint water stains on his eyelashes, and strode out.

But he didn't pay attention to the whereabouts of that tear.

Now, it is condensed in Lou Ying's palm in the form of a drop of water.

After the tension data was rewritten, it rolled back and forth in his palm like a soft transparent ball.

...his little patient.

Lou Ying lowered her head and carefully touched the still warm tear with her lips.

Immediately, he took the tear into his body, wrote a simple program, and stored it in his left chest near his heart.