Drowsy, I had several dreams one after another:
First, I saw Qin Ruyu turned into the squalid monster that attacked me, frantically flapping two wings that covered the sky and the sun, chasing me.
I ran helplessly and desperately, but she bit my head off.
Then, the picture turned around and appeared in my room in the city.
Wen Fang was wearing a three-point erotic underwear, sitting with her enchanting legs upright, Hu Mei beckoned to me: "Yan Zhi...Come on! People have been waiting for you for a long time, come on!"
With red eyes, I rushed towards her.
After that, when I was about to take the last step, Wen Fang gave a wicked smile underneath him. I looked down and she turned out to be that old lady.
I was so scared that I yelled, "No, no!"
Then, as if being poured down by a basin of cold water, he woke up in a cold sweat.
After opening my eyes, I looked around with lingering fear.
The familiar scene made me surprised to find that I actually returned home.
Also, there is a thick plaster cast on my left arm.
There was still a strong smell of potion in the room at this time.
I was taken aback, what is going on
Didn't I faint when I was hit by Qin Ruyu in the cave
Who sent me home? What's wrong with my arm
Could it be... Am I still in a dream
I moved my left arm, and a tingling sensation that penetrated my bone marrow instantly made me scream out in pain.
I muttered blankly: I'm not dreaming! I really went home...
Damn, can anyone tell me what happened
Where is Wenfang? Where is she
In an instant, my heart was upset and at a loss.
Suddenly, something'bell-ring' by the pillow rang.
I opened the pillow and looked at it. It was my mobile phone. The name displayed on it was a colleague from the company who had a good relationship with me—Brother Mao.
As soon as I answered, his voice came from the phone: "Xiaoyan, how do you feel in the past two days? Is your health better? Your boy fell so bad that I didn’t have anyone to talk to for several days. !"
I heard him finish.
Right now, as if he had encountered a savior, he hurriedly asked: "Brother Mao, do you know that I was injured? Tell me, who sent me home from Yunnan? Wenfang and the others?"
There was a moment of silence on the phone.
After a while, Brother Mao seemed to mutter in a low voice: "It's broken, Dr. Li really said it. Xiaoyan has a late-onset hypothesis, I have to call Dr. Li and the others as soon as possible!"
What later hypothesis? Is Brother Mao talking about me
I was about to ask, Big Mao hurriedly said again,'You stay at home, I'll come over right away! 'He hung up the phone.
While waiting, I tried to calm myself down.
I checked the calendar on my phone and was shocked to find that it has been four days since Wenfang and I arrived in Yunnan today.
Later, on the bedside table, I found a hospital bill scrawled in handwriting.
I picked it up and saw that the patient's name above was me.
The date I settled down was actually the night I met Qin Ruyu a week ago.
When I looked at the analysis of the condition again, there were only four words-a serious car accident.
I was dumbfounded on the spot, I had a car accident? It just happened to be that night
Why don't I remember
About ten minutes later, after a tumult of messy footsteps, Brother Mao, with three white coats, broke into my room.
He greeted me in a hurry, and the three white coats walked over, completely ignoring my feelings, squeezing and poking me.
After busying for a long time, they gave Brother Mao a wink.
Immediately, the four people left the room.
I heard that Brother Mao and them murmured outside for a long time, seeming to be discussing my condition.
It was a long time later that Brother Mao came back alone.
I was completely trapped, and I grabbed Brother Mao and asked, "Brother Mao, can you tell me what the hell is going on? I clearly remember that I was in Yunnan..."
Brother Mao sighed and slowly said, "Xiaoyan, there is no Yunnan, Wenfang, or Qin Ruyu at all. All of this is your imagination."
"A week ago, when you rear-ended a sports car at night, you were seriously injured and fainted on the spot. Fortunately, someone sent you to the hospital in time and you got a life back."
"You stayed in the hospital for five full days. Yesterday afternoon, the hospital received a notice that we should pick you up and leave the hospital."
"At that time, Dr. Li who was in charge of you told me. When you were in a coma for a few days, you would often call out "Wenfang" Qin Ruyu. It may be that you were mentally traumatized in a car accident, and there is a certain probability that you will suffer from the aftermath Hypothesis. If you become ill, let me contact him immediately."
Brother Mao was very precise and looked at my eyes all the way.
I couldn't help but whispered in my heart: I rely on, is it possible that I really have a mental illness
But if Wenfang and Qin Ruyu are really just figures I imagined, then Lao Tzu's imagination is too powerful! How can they be so real
By the way, there is the worm that attacked us! How can I imagine this kind of thing
While speaking with me, Brother Mao, as if to make me accept the reality, used his mobile phone to contact several colleagues in the company face to face, including my stingy boss.
Without exception.
As if they had negotiated, the first sentence was very concerned about my situation.
What surprised me the most was that the boss, who had always been black-hearted, seemed to have changed himself. He was on the other end of the phone, and he was quite bold to let me recover even though I was injured, and he covered all my medical expenses.
Moreover, he sent me a red envelope of RMB 20,000 on WeChat on the spot.
Before I left, Brother Mao asked me to heal my wounds so that I would not get out of bed easily, nor would I be able to move the plaster.
Where can I hear him? I just feel like I'm going crazy by fantasy and reality.
Seeing him go, he immediately jumped off the **.
I first rummaged through the boxes and tried to find out some evidence that Wenfang and the others existed.
But whether it was the two cards Qin Ruyu gave me or the money I took out, they all disappeared.
I opened the call log on the phone and found that the most recent call was with Brother Mao, during the day when I met Qin Ruyu.
I remember very clearly that it was Brother Mao who asked me to eat at that time.
Could it be that... all this is really an illusion after my car accident
I sat in a daze, staring at the ceiling in a daze.
Suddenly, he rushed to the computer frantically, quickly opened the web page, and searched for the words'Yuan Keliang'.
The search results made me desperate. They were all about Yuan Keliang's various romantic affairs, and there was no information about his death at all.
I gave up completely and accepted the reality that Brother Mao said. Lying on ** looking at the ceiling numbly.
In the next few days, I was on the verge of a nervous breakdown.
When the meal arrives every day, Brother Mao will deliver the meal on time and chat with me for a while.
I seriously suspect that Brother Mao has already treated me as a mentally ill person. Every time I have to preach to me with heartfelt words, so that I forget Qin Ruyu and Wenfang, and Yunnan.
Otherwise, if you continue like this, you will have to go to a mental hospital sooner or later!
This morning, I just ate the breakfast that Brother Mao sent me. I habitually wanted to smoke a cigarette, but found that the cigarette case was empty.
I wanted to go out to buy a pack of cigarettes, but after standing at the door, I found that I had unknowingly got used to a person meditating in the room, those memories that I didn't know whether they were real or illusory!
Looking at the street where the cars go, there is an inexplicable sense of timidity.
I stood in a dilemma behind the door, struggling for a long time, then took a deep breath, put my phone in my trouser pocket, and went out to buy a pack of cigarettes.
Walking down the street like a corpse, I slowly discovered a very strange phenomenon, as if there were always a few people following me. At first, I thought it was a coincidence.
Gradually, I discovered that this is not the case.
I seem to be being followed... (End of this chapter)