Lying in Li Xingchen's psychological counseling room, I swallowed two tablets of Snooze and managed to calm down.
Li Xingchen still washed his hands habitually and asked, "What happened?"
I hugged my knees. Scientifically, this is the warmest position for me. I buried my face and said feebly, "I met Li Lu, and she told me who the arsonist was."
boom! It was the sound of the hand sanitizer on the sink being knocked over. I looked up suddenly, Li Xingchen's expression was even more shocked than I heard the news, he squatted down and picked it up after a while: "She... said?"
"Well," I simply leaned back on the reclining chair, "she said it was Qin Lang."
I don't dare to close my eyes anymore. In the past, when I closed my eyes, I often recalled the scene of being locked in the toilet, but now, in addition to that scene, I can even vividly depict the scene of Qin Lang setting the fire himself.
"If the fire was bigger, if the firefighters hadn't arrived in time, I might have died long ago. I actually thought of it long ago, but she told me so bluntly that I felt that I didn't even have a chance to deceive myself. ... Am I very attractive? Xing Chen, how about you, do you actually hate me too? I always don't know it... "
There was another sound of water, Li Xingchen was washing his hands again, I turned my head to look, under the faucet, the skin of his fingertips was so thin that it seemed as if the blood would dry out if poked with the tip of a needle, he washed it over and over again, It wasn't until I almost couldn't help shouting stop that I finally dried my hands and sat across from me.
"Xian, don't think too much. Now your mental state is very good, and there is no such thing as auditory hallucinations or hallucinations, so I think it's just Qin Lang's sudden appearance that makes you a little confused, and slowly get used to it. problematic."
Li Xingchen opened two boxes of Seroquel 1: "This is a new medicine for you, take it with Sinuosi before going to bed."
I looked at the instructions: "Indicating... schizophrenia?"
Li Xingchen smiled: "Don't think too much, it's true that schizophrenia requires 400-800 mg." He sat down and said, "The dose I told you to take is just an adjuvant therapy as a mood stabilizer, and most of the clinics do sedation. Drugs are also used, you can only take 50 mg at a time.”
Putting down the pillbox, I felt drowsiness roll in.
I looked at the ceiling and murmured, "Xingchen, I'm really scared..."
Li Xingchen's hand covered my eyes, and his voice sounded like a hypnotic: "Since you're afraid, don't bother with him anymore, just break it, it's fine."
Stop it, it's fine. Before I fell into a deep sleep, I only remembered this sentence.
…
From that day on, I never took Qin Lang's phone call, and even tried to avoid him.
Desperately picking up business trips or going out to negotiate business, avoiding his attack at work, and then working overtime in the company and staying up late until the early morning before returning.
The only thing that proves that he is still invading my personal sphere is that every time I come home, I always see a bowl of packed rice noodles hanging on the door.
I didn't take it off once, I didn't even open the package, and left it as it was, but the next day, the old bowl was replaced and the new one was put back.
Really persistent, Qin Lang is so obsessed with what he insists on is scary.
Do I have to accept his love before he will disappear from my life with peace of mind
This morning, I just woke up from a long night of work, wiped my face and prepared to go to sleep, but who knew that I received a call from Xiao Tao, he opened his mouth and said, "Xiao Linzi, Xiaoci is a little uncomfortable. excellent."
I hurriedly threw the towel into the water and walked out of the bathroom: "What's wrong?"
"During this period of time, he has been locking himself at home to write books, you know, he is always serious when he writes," Xiao Tao said in a serious tone when he was rarely serious, "I don't know what he is writing, but He's been getting thinner and thinner recently, and he's talking a lot less, looking at me lazy, kind of...a bit like he used to be in school."
I know about Fu Xiaoci writing the book. Although he is a freelance writer, he has mostly been writing some prose and essays in recent years. I heard him say he came up with an autobiographical novel a few years ago, but I have never heard of him writing. It actually started.
I thought about it and said, "I guess he is probably constantly recalling some bad things, and his mood is not right."
Xiao Tao was silent for a while on the other end of the phone, his breathing became heavier, and then he gritted his teeth and said, "Then I will tear up his book and fold his pen. Should I write such a story to torture myself?!"
"Xiao Tao!" I hurriedly stopped him, "Xiao Ci is willing to write to show that he has come out, but if you stop him, you will harm him. You listen to me, stay with him, and use the way you are best at dealing with him. , When the writing is over, he will be completely healed. I'll go see him later."
Xiao Tao muttered a few words in his mouth, but he agreed and hung up.
I felt uneasy, and after a little tidying up, I put on clean clothes and pushed the door to go out. However, when I opened the door, I didn't think there was a person standing at the door. All stunned in surprise.
Snapped! The only accident was that the rice noodle in the hand of the person outside the door fell to the ground because the door handle was not hung, and the soup flowed all over the floor.
"I'm sorry," I immediately crouched down to clean up, "Are you all right?"
Qin Lang also squatted down and took my hand: "Be careful of the hot!" However, he said this a little too slowly. I foolishly touched the noodles with my hand, and was so hot that I shrank back.
"Well!"
"Come with me!" Qin Lang hurriedly held my hand and led me all the way to the kitchen, turned on the faucet, and poured cold water on it.
The first aid was very timely, and the noodle soup was not hot right out of the pot. After washing it for a while, Qin Lang saw that my wound was not red or swollen, so he let go, and took out a few tissues to wipe it for me: "You are not at home these few days. ?"
"Huh?" I was stunned for a while, then thought that I hadn't taken down those rice noodles, and he probably thought I hadn't come back. You will still feel embarrassed when a real person is standing in front of you, so I followed the words and said, "Well... on a business trip."
"I miss you so much," he said naturally.
It was as if I had been scalded by boiling water again, this time on my face. I shook and pulled my hand back. Qin Lang glanced at me, picked up the mop and trash can by the door, and cleaned up the debris at the door.
I stayed where I was, first I felt that my heart wouldn't beat, then I felt that there was a deer inside, then I clenched my fist and pounded my heart gently and forcefully, and muttered to myself, "It's fake, fake, Fake... don't think about it anymore, don't think about it anymore..."
After meditating for a few words, I reluctantly turned around and walked out of the kitchen. At this time, Qin Lang had already cleaned up.
"Excuse me," I said. "In the future, you don't need to send anything. I don't need anything. Even if there is a shortage, I will buy it myself."
Qin Lang picked up the handkerchief and wiped his hands. He paused when he heard my words. He clenched the handkerchief and put it back in his pocket. Then he looked directly at me, and his eyes seemed to have some waves in his eyes: "I'm so stingy. Let me be nice to you, but you won't give it?"
I lowered my head to avoid his heart-burning gaze, and said softly, "To be honest, I'm not used to you being nice to me."
He stepped forward, a tall figure shrouded in front of me, the shadow cast on me, I looked up, his jaw was very beautiful, I don't know if it was because he was too close, his eyes looked a little hurt, low alcohol The voice sounded: "I will let you get used to it."
I think this sentence is hotter than that bowl of noodles.
He speaks nicely.
Many, many years ago I asked him, "Did anyone say you have a nice voice?"
At that time he thought about it: "No, do you think it's good?"
Then I blushed, nodded first, then shook my head: "A little bit better than others."
He put on an expression more wanton than a dunked smile on the basketball court, deliberately approached me and said in a very attractive voice, "Oh? Is it really only a little bit?"
I think this is a natural cheating device given to him by God. As long as his ears are rubbed by such a voice, his heart will follow.
I fell into the trap five years ago, and of course I will be invincible five years later.
I believe that in his eyes at this time, my expression should be a little stupid, a little confused, and a little uneasy. In the end, I pushed him away slowly and firmly, and for some reason, I had the urge to cry.
Endured, although Qin Lang did not move at all like a stone statue, the meaning of my refusal was obvious.
But Qin Lang held my hand very hard, approaching me, forcing me to look up at him, eyes full of emotion: "Lin Xian, you won't forget that tomorrow is my birthday, right?!"
I didn't say it was right, I didn't say it was wrong, I let him go on.
"Tomorrow night, I'm waiting for you "however", you must come! "
Note: [1] Seroquel: Quetiapine fumarate tablets, suitable for the treatment of schizophrenia and the treatment of manic episodes of bipolar disorder. (Use in low doses as an adjunct to sedatives.) LC