That night, I don't know if it was because of Jinghong's goodbye that Chi Xiaochi had another nightmare.
In the dream, it is a battlefield of blood and fire. The white horse is lying down, and the scattered mane is covered with fresh blood. When the wind blows, it forms a large piece of ochre-colored dreadlocks.
Shi Tingyun turned over the corpses one by one, Yan Yuanheng, Yan Yuanzhao, Li Yeshu, Shi Jinghong, the familiar blood faces magnified and magnified in front of him.
Chi Xiaochi opened his eyes in the strong smell of blood in his nostrils, and subconsciously grabbed his fingers to the side, until he was empty, he remembered that Shi Jinghong had arranged a separate room for Yu Fengmian.
He got up, used herbal tea to suppress the sweet and fishy smell in his mouth, changed into a light outfit, and turned over the window to go out, without awakening Li Yeshu, who was taking a nap in the courtyard.
Shi Tingyun, the general's mansion in Dingyuan City, also came here, so he went to the martial arts field according to his memory.
The moon wheel hangs high, and the moonlight shines on the stones on the side of the martial arts field. Chi Xiaochi picks up a silver spear and weighs it in his hand: "Hold it."
There was no intention to move in the body, and the hand holding the gun was still sweating a little, as if the smooth blood from the dream was still attached to his palm.
Chi Xiaochi moved his neck: "Go to 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 gun's path was not stable, and there were frequent mistakes, but with the immersion of the body's instinct, the mistakes were gradually corrected.
The people under the moon silently danced their spears and moved freely, like a young and vigorous silver dragon.
The gun force ended with the sound of a sharp object breaking through the air.
The boy held the gun flat, sweat on his neck glistening, slowly sliding down the curve of his neck as he panted.
Chi Xiaochi asked Shi Tingyun in his body, "Aren't you sleepy?"
After exercising, he was not tired, but his mind became more and more clear-headed.
Chi Xiaochi put the gun in the same place: "It's right if you're not sleepy. There's still half an hour before dawn. If you really fall asleep, it won't be easy."
Shi Tingyun: "… "
Chi Xiaochi sat down on the steps of the corridor beside the martial arts field.
Surrounded by thick darkness, the bright moon hangs high, shining like the sun.
Chi Xiaochi stretched out his hand to block the dazzling moonlight and said, "I've been with you for so long, I haven't talked to you alone."
Shi Tingyun was silent, thinking about his own thoughts.
Chi Xiaochi: "Don't 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 are in equal exchange, and no one owes anyone anything."
Shi Tingyun: "… "Thank you.
Chi Xiaochi: "Oh, I already said that no one owes anyone, you are still polite to me."
Shi Tingyun: "..."
He felt that there was no way he could have a good conversation with this person.
The cool breeze is like water, which makes people calm.
A thin cloud swept across the sky, obscuring some of the moonlight like a veil, Chi Xiaochi's eyes got used to it, he supported the steps behind him with his elbows, raised one leg, and looked up lazily at the moon: "Be with yourself. It's okay to have nightmares, it feels really weird."
Shi Tingyun: "… "Sorry.
Chi Xiaochi: "Don't say sorry, this is not what you want. As I said, we are an equal exchange, and everything you have is what I should bear. There is no reason for me to only enjoy the status of major general, the only son of the general. Glory." Pain, struggle, hatred, and nightmares are all necessary elements to stop the cloud from forming.
This time they finally got together.
Chi Xiaochi moved his body: "... However, psychotherapy can be given for free, or? Lucas bought several treatments for me without telling me, and spent a lot of money."
The patient in his body remained silent.
Even the most senior psychiatrist cannot treat a patient who has lost the ability to communicate.
But Chi Xiaochi, a Mongolian doctor, was fearless.
He said: "I'm sick, similar to yours. I've been sick for more than ten years. A senior medicine jar, the sleeping pills I've knocked on can kill two cows, and they're soaked in tattered jars from the inside out. Strong. Lucas always said that I was a widow for many years, and I was not afraid of anything. Although I beat him up, I knew he was right. I always thought I would be sick to death. Yes, not sick, Sick to death."
"I like to have nightmares too. But my dreams aren't as bloody as yours."
"I always dreamed that I was waiting for someone, sitting at home, or sitting in a restaurant or playground, and waited until I woke up. Sometimes I woke up, and it took a while before I knew I was awake, no need Just wait."
"I've seen three or four psychiatrists and they all advised me to go to the gym more, a lot of exercise can soothe my mood, and the inevitable physical contact in the gym helps with desensitization... What is desensitization? Min? For example, if you don’t like radishes, the treatment method is to take you to visit the radish garden every day, and add radishes to your meals every day, adding a little more every day, and as time goes by, the fear of radishes will be cured.”
"I don't. I pay people to exercise in front of me. I like to watch them push out while drinking a sports drink."
"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 causes. I said that even if I recommend a bodybuilding lady who is a must-have protein chapter in biology, it will treat the symptoms but not the root causes. Seeing everyone is like watching a monkey. Annoying."
"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 obey the doctor's orders. All mental illnesses are caused by a block in your heart. You have to learn to forget, to Learn to look forward. Over time, the blockage will clear up.”
Shi Tingyun in his body listened quietly, feeling that what the doctors said was reasonable.
Maybe after a while, he will really forget it.
Forget the bad things of the past and face a new beginning...
Who would have expected Chi Xiaochi to change the subject: "But why should I forget."
Shi Tingyun: "...?"
"People always want to forget the foolish self in the past, and feel that forgetting and letting go is a kind of courageous behavior in itself. I don't think so, forgetting is the easiest way to escape, and whoever escapes faster is farther away. What kind of courage is your running speed."
"I won't forget. I won't forget why I became like that, why I got sick. Because I was not good at the time, I was too weak, I was a fool, 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 judge, I just don't allow myself to be like this. The people who harmed me want me to forget and look forward. Well. I thought about it, but I still can't. Let the people who harmed me go well, I'm not happy. "
"Later, the person who hurt me was gone, and I was used to that 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 to do next time I encounter the same thing, absolutely not. Let yourself lose important people again. After so many years, I have come here, but fortunately I didn't lose anything, and I didn't meet any important people. "
"After the doctor listened to my ramblings, he told me, Mr. Chi, you probably don't need to see a doctor."
"I know they're not complimenting me. I'm terminally ill. It's become a part of my body and can't be cured."
Chi Xiaochi didn't speak in rhythm or rhythm. Three points made fun of himself, six points were flat, and the remaining one point was a bit of a sly smile.
"I live a very 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, "I'm here this time, I can only help you in the first half of the journey and get rid of the people who harmed you; in the second half, I can't live for you."
"After I leave, whether you are willing to be a happy Mongolian doctor like me, willing to follow the doctor's orders, or be the one who let go, it's all up to you."
While speaking, Chi Xiaochi's voice was filled with genuine envy: "To be honest, you are much better than me, you have a father, friends, and money at home. Unlike me, I could only live with my thoughts... Also, you're still young."
Time stopped and remained silent.
Some of Chi Xiaochi's words were very strange, but he could understand most of them even if he guessed.
The hot sweat has dissipated, and Ye Feng slid past his body, very comfortable.
After listening to his call, Shi Tingyun's mind became calmer than ever before: "... "Thank you.
Chi Xiaochi rested his arm comfortably: "Okay. I guess you must be scolding me in your heart now."
Shi Tingyun: "...???"
Chi Xiaochi: "I'm going to talk about it, but I didn't say anything useful. I still have a sleeping pill that I can take, but I can't give it to you... "
Before he finished speaking, he suddenly felt that his right hand suddenly moved to the side, grabbing something.
Shi Tingyun concentrated all his strength on his right hand, and finally gained a little bit of autonomy, catching a little butterfly that had mistaken the moonlight for a pond and was parked on the steps.
Shi Tingyun's ability to push Bai Qianjun's hand trembled slightly because he wanted to catch a small butterfly's wings.
He sent the butterfly to Chi Xiaochi.
… to you.
This time, thank you very much.
After Chi Xiaochi was slightly startled, he took the butterfly with his left hand, put it in the palm of his hand, and said with a light smile, "You're welcome."
Butterfly's tiny feet brushed against his palm, Chi Xiaochi breathed 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 about to dawn. Let's go..."
As soon as he turned around, he met Lou Ying who was sitting in the shadow at the corner of the corridor.
Chi Xiaochi was startled: "...Sir, when did you come?"
Lou Ying pretended to be pulling her clothes, and brushed Yelu off her shoulders: "I got up when I heard a 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 feeling a little distressed.
Chi Xiaochi stepped forward quickly, put on his wheelchair, and said, "I'll push you to sleep for a while."
Lou Ying gave a low "um".
The two fell into silence again, and for a while, only the sound of the wheelchair rolling on the cold stone slab continued, sending the two all the way to the house.
When Chi Xiaochi put Lou Ying on the bed, he touched the quilt.
The quilt is already cold, and its owner should have been away for a long time.
Chi Xiaochi didn't say anything.
After a while, it's time to wash up.
He tucked the quilt for Lou Ying, trimmed his hair, and turned to leave.
When walking to the door, Lou Ying's voice came from behind.
"... I'm sorry." The voice was a little hoarse, and the emotion in it was heart-pounding and truly distressed, "... Thank you for your hard work."
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. The bright young man was very energetic: "It's not hard."
When Chi Xiaochi turned his head, a tear quickly fell down, without touching his face, only a little bit of eyelashes were wet.
A drop of tears is enough for him to adjust his state.
He raised his hand and touched his face, confirming that his demeanor had returned to normal, then he wiped off the faint traces of water on his eyelashes and strode out.
But he didn't pay attention to where that tear went.
Now, it is condensed in Lou Ying's palm in the form of a drop of water.
After the tension data was rewritten, it was like a soft, transparent ball, rolling back and forth in his palm.
... his little patient.
Lou Ying lowered her head and carefully touched the still warm tears with her lips.
Immediately, he put the tear into his body, wrote a simple program, and stored it in his left chest near his heart.