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After that day, Sheng Changan let the little bear live in his apartment for a long time.

He told Shen Ze about this, and Shen Ze sounded very happy for him: "This is indeed good luck. So if you are in the same room with that bear now, how does it compare to how you felt before? "

Sheng Chang'an recalled it carefully: "Probably...the sense of anxiety has dropped. It seems that the deceptiveness of the plot of the novel allows me to accept it psychologically."

Shen Ze responded, and continued, "Then how is your daily life recently? Is it any better?"

"Recently," Sheng Changan thought for a while, "it seems that there has been some improvement. The quality of sleep has become more stable than before. In terms of diet, he still needs medication."

"Well," Shen Ze pondered for a moment, "Are there any similar plots in the future?"

"Yes." Sheng Changan seemed unwilling to describe it in detail, and his words were a little vague.

Shen Ze understood, and said with a smile: "If you want to try, you must tell me in advance, I will always pay attention to your calls that day. If there are any problems in the middle or later, you should also speak up in time."

Sheng Changan answered and hung up the phone.

He decided...to try it out in that villa by himself.

He asked Fang Zhiyi's assistant in advance, probably estimated the time, and drove to the house alone.

At night, there are beautiful night lights in the yard, emitting quiet light through the surrounding green lawn.

He took a deep breath and got out of the car.

The things in the living room were not much different from when he left. The smart lights turned on the moment he entered the house. He took a quick glance, walked up to the second floor, and walked in the direction of the bedroom.

Just this distance made him breathe a little faster.His mind seemed to be buzzing, and his eyes went dark, until he walked to the door of the bedroom, took out his mobile phone, hesitated for a moment on the names of Shen Ze and Fang Zhiyi, and dialed Fang Zhiyi. phone.

Fang Zhiyi picked it up quickly. He leaned against the wall of the corridor and took a few deep breaths, pressing his other hand on his temple: "Hello?"

Over there laughed: "What's the matter?"

Sheng Changan took a few breaths, stood up while leaning on the wall, and walked into the room.

His heartbeat was a little faster, and his breathing became more rapid.

Fang Zhiyi probably saw that he had been silent all this time, so he spoke again: "Why didn't you speak? Did something happen?"

He moved to the room, dragged himself to sit at the foot of the bed, looked at the warm decorations everywhere in the room, and thought of the things he had experienced. His heart was sore for a while, and his emotions were naturally pasted in the plot of the novel: "I can not sleep……"

There was some worry in the voice over there: "Why can't you sleep? Where is the baby now? Are you at home?"

"I..." Sheng Changan leaned against the bed, stabilized his emotions, stroked his chest again, and paused for a while: "I feel very uncomfortable in the bedroom."

The reply over there was quick: "Why do you feel uncomfortable? Are you uncomfortable sleeping?"

Sheng Changan glanced at the bed, gritted his teeth and sat on it: "Yes."

The person over there laughed softly: "I'll go back to accompany you in a while. Did you see the bear on the bed? If I'm not here, can you hug it and sleep first?"

Sheng Changan stretched out his hand towards the bear, then withdrew it, and sat on the bed slumped, as if his heart was gripped by a big hand, which made him a little out of breath, so he told the person on the phone about himself Feelings: "I feel uneasy here."

There was a pause over there, and he continued: "Why are you uneasy? Are you afraid alone?"

Sheng Changan immediately denied: "No." He paused again, "I feel like this shouldn't be mine."

The voice over there became more gentle: "How could it not be yours? These are the things I found and sent to you. If you catch them, they are yours."

Sheng Changan immediately recalled the soft little bear that he wanted to catch, but was crushed under him.

He couldn't help having a sore nose, and tears came out in big drops.He took a few deep breaths, and there was still some choking in his voice: "I caught it and it wasn't mine. What I brought back by myself couldn't be..."

There was another pause and asked: "Then what do you think, those things can be yours?"

Sheng Changan opened his mouth, but he didn't say anything.

And he...he didn't know either.

How can those things be your own?He secretly asked himself this way when he was young, thinking that when he grows up, he will be free to pursue what he likes instead of being locked in a frame forever.It wasn't until he was finally free that he realized that he seemed to have become the shape of a frame, and there was no chance to change back.

He suddenly realized that he shouldn't be discussing this with his hired partner.Glancing at the call interface, he hung up the phone with his hand and called Shen Ze.

Shen Ze quickly picked it up, and said in a gentle voice, "What's wrong?"

Sheng Changan took a few breaths, gave his address, and asked Shen Ze to pick him up.Shen Ze quickly told him not to worry, think of something else to divert his attention, and then drove over.

Sheng Changan only felt dizzy, and lost consciousness not long after he hung up the phone.

When he woke up again, he was in Shen Ze's clinic. Shen Ze was sitting in the armchair beside the bed, as if he was reading some book. His eyes moved up and saw the hanging bottle by the bed.

Seeing him wake up, Shen Ze sighed, put down the book and walked over to ask: "Is there anything uncomfortable about you now?"

Sheng Changan closed his eyes, then opened them again: "I have a headache, and my throat is not feeling well."

Shen Ze's tone was still gentle, but with some blame: "Don't be too hasty, can't you take it step by step?"

Sheng Changan looked down at the hanging needle in his hand: "I... I'm sorry." He just felt that the feeling of being close was so good that he desperately wanted to cross the long river between himself and the future.

Shen Ze shook his head: "You have nothing to be sorry for me. Do you know that if you forcibly desensitize yourself like this, it will even cause harm to your body?"

Sheng Changan was silent for a long time, then said, "I know."

"Okay." Shen Ze sat on the side of the bed, "Don't do this again. Next time there is a plot of this level, you can't hide it. Is there anything you want to say this time?"

Sheng Changan rubbed the bed sheet with the hand that did not insert the needle, and said, "I... I accidentally told him my true feelings."

Shen Ze walked to the table and opened the folder: "What does the specific process look like?"

Sheng Changan was silent for a while: "At the beginning, when I walked into the bedroom, I was already feeling very uncomfortable. When I was on the phone, I tried my best to bring myself into the state of mind of the characters in the novel, and it did feel better. But Then I got a little out of control and said what I wanted to say to him."

"Specifically?" Shen Ze looked up at him after finishing writing.

"Probably," Sheng Changan recalled, "I told him that I felt uneasy staying there."

"what about others?"

"Also..." Sheng Changan grabbed the bed sheet again, "I told him... I feel that it shouldn't be mine."

"no yet?"

Sheng Changan shook his head: "Not anymore."

The pen in Shen Ze's hand shook, and he asked, "Then how do you feel after talking to him? Is there no change or do you feel more comfortable?"

Sheng Changan had a troubled expression on his face: "It's hard to describe... I was very uncomfortable at the time, and I felt that it would be great if he was really a character like the one in the novel. On the one hand, I knew him very well. It’s just that the person I’ve found to accompany me feels... very wronged. It’s probably this kind of mood.”

Shen Ze said "Well", "So have you ever thought about developing a real relationship with him?"

Sheng Chang'an lowered his head to think for a moment, then shook his head honestly: "No. I will have emotions now, but it is just a fictional character in the air, he is just a player, not the person I want. What's more, we have a contract relationship from the beginning , each takes what he needs.”

"You are transparent." Shen Ze closed the folder, "I was afraid that you would deliberately suppress your feelings, but now it seems that you don't need to worry too much about it."

Sheng Changan laughed: "I can still distinguish these things."

The water in the hanging bottle had almost bottomed out, so Shen Ze came over and carefully pulled it out for him.

"You take a break today for the morning, your current state is not suitable for work."

Sheng Chang'an nodded: "I guessed that there is such a possibility. I almost finished the job at hand yesterday."

Shen Ze took the empty bottle and threw it into the trash can: "I should have guessed that you would do this. I ordered porridge, and it will be delivered soon. It is not suitable for you to eat other strong flavors now, so just drink a little Porridge."

Sheng Changan nodded his thanks, Shen Ze stood up and went out.

Sure enough, it still doesn't work.

Sheng Changan looked down at the pinhole in his hand and smiled wryly.

Actually, I shouldn't be in such a hurry—it's much better now than before.