Wen Qiao: "I've been having trouble controlling my emotions lately."
Wen Mo was at a loss for words. He wanted to help his sister, but he didn't know where to start: "Why... why is this happening?"
Wen Qiao pretended to be relaxed and said, "It may be similar to Wen Chi's, but my symptoms came later."
Wen Qiao said this deliberately because he didn't want to scare Xiao Mo.
Wen Mo felt a little distressed: "Then let the psychiatrist take a look, is it okay to take medicine?"
Wen Qiao patted his head and said, "Don't worry, I know what I'm doing. I'll be fine. Don't worry. Our family will only get better and better."
Wen Mo: "Sister, if you need my help, please tell me."
"That is, don't let me see blood. I lose control when I see blood."
Wen Mo: "This is like the kind of hero in martial arts dramas who has gone crazy and is possessed by demons."
Wen Qiao chuckled: "Really? Now that you put it that way, it does seem a bit similar."
"Everything will end well for the hero, and so will my sister."
The next day, the Wen family slaughtered a chicken early in the morning. Because Wen Mo won the competition, Ji Mingyuan bought an old hen from the market to make chicken soup.
When Wen Mo heard the clucking of chickens outside the window, he immediately turned over and jumped out of bed, bumping into the bed board.
Wen Chi, who was sleeping vaguely, cursed: "What are you doing, kid?"
He finally came back, but he is not even allowed to sleep well. This kid is getting more and more naughty.
Wen Mo didn't even have time to put on his slippers and rushed out barefoot.
"Uncle Ji."
Ji Mingyuan grabbed the hen's neck with one hand and held a kitchen knife with the other, and was stunned for a moment: "Xiao Mo, what's wrong?"
"Uncle Ji, don't kill the chicken at the door."
Su Yun came out of the kitchen and saw him wearing thin pajamas and bare feet. She was anxious: "It's so cold, why are you not wearing clothes or shoes?"
Wen Mo was anxious: "Uncle Ji, don't kill the chicken at the door. Take it to the vegetable market and let the stall owner handle it, okay?"
Su Yun took a pair of slippers and placed them at his feet: "What happened?"
Wen Mo: "Sister is afraid of blood."
Su Yun smiled: "Your sister is afraid of blood? How come I didn't know she has this problem?"
"Sister is really afraid of blood, Uncle Ji, please take it to the vegetable market."
Ji Mingyuan doubtfully grabbed the fluttering hen and walked out of the yard, "How come Qiao Qiao is afraid of blood?"
Su Yun patted his head and said, "Did you have a nightmare? You are talking nonsense so early in the morning."
"Mom, don't kill anything at home from now on. Not anything that bleeds, not even fish."
Su Yun glared at him and said, "You're getting more excited the more you talk. Your sister is fearless, but with her courage, how can she be afraid of blood?"
"I wasn't afraid before, but I am afraid now."
Su Yun saw that the child didn't seem to be talking nonsense: "Is it true?"
"Yes, really."
"Got it. I won't kill chickens or ducks at home anymore."
At the breakfast table, Su Yun couldn't help but ask a few more questions: "Qiao Qiao, are you afraid of blood now?"
Wen Qiao made up a lie: "I saw someone being beaten with blood all over his head, lying in a pool of blood, and then I became a little dizzy with blood."
"Are you okay?" Wen Chi picked up a pancake, rolled some green pepper and potato shreds in it, took a bite, and asked vaguely.
“It’s not a big problem.”
The family was a little worried. This was a minor mental problem, and Xiao Mo and Xiao Chi had both experienced similar symptoms, so they dared not take it lightly.
Wen Qiao smiled and said, "It's really not a big problem. I know my limits, don't worry."
(End of this chapter)