, but it is enough to change a person's character and perception of society.
Ling Chennan asked: "When you first came here, as Shen Yinchuan, you said that you wanted to blind your eyes and break your legs. All these... he told you personally?"
The other nodded with slumped shoulders.
Ling Chennan pointed to the empty chair beside him and said, "If Shen Yinchuan is here now, what would you like to say to him?"
Bai Sheng looked in the direction he was pointing in some surprise, blinked, and took a deep breath.
His eyebrows twitched, and his breathing became short of breath, as if he wanted to cry a little bit, but also as if he couldn't bear it. She swallowed several times, opening her lips tremblingly each time, and finally closing them tightly again.
Ling Chennan knew that he wasn't ready yet, so he said instead: "So, if sitting here were your good friends, your ex-girlfriend, or your family, what would you tell them?"
Bai Sheng's beautiful eyebrows were frowned into a heartbroken shape, and he looked at the empty seat full of sadness.
Finally, he finally said: "I, I miss you very much, but none of you came to save me, none of you came."
For a moment, Ling Chennan was a little speechless. He only thought that it was difficult for Bai Sheng to integrate into his past life because of obstacles in interpersonal communication. Unexpectedly, besides blaming himself, he also blamed the people around him. .
After all, I have been imprisoned and tortured alone and helpless for so long. I don’t know how many times I have fantasized about a day when the Raiders of Heaven will rescue him from the fire pit, but I wake up day after day in the dark basement.
Until you find yourself waking up in a horrific pit, as a walking dead.
He feels abandoned.
Ling Chennan looked at him and said softly: "They're not here, but I apologize to you on their behalf. It would be great if we could help you earlier."
[Sixth Week Night]
This consultation went very smoothly, it can be said that it was the smoothest since Bai Sheng appeared in his clinic. After the consultation time was over, Bai Sheng stood up and waited at the door to silently watch him pack up his things and tidy up the documents on his desk, then he grabbed the beat in the corner and walked over excitedly.
Seeing him not moving, Ling Chennan asked, "What's wrong?"
Bai Cheng pointed behind him, Ling Chennan looked back and saw that his coat and bag were still hanging on the hangers, and he wanted to rush outside into the snow with only a shirt on.
Ling Chennan laughed a couple of times indifferently, grabbed his coat, and stuffed the racket into Bai Sheng's arms. While unfolding the coat and putting it on his body, he walked outside the house, walking with wind, like a slow motion of some action movie.
The colleague at the front desk showed his eyes from above the table: "It's off work, doctor, it's so early this time."
Ling Chennan said with a smile: "It's the weekend, run faster this time, I'm nervous about locking that door."
Miss Zheng looked at Bai Sheng who was following behind him holding two beaters, and raised her eyebrows: "Doctor, this is not good, shouldn't you solve the troubles of the guests?"
Ling Chennan glared at her angrily: "Nonsense, playing with me is very relaxing." Then he turned to Bai Sheng: "Don't listen to her, they just don't like me."
Bai Sheng knew he was joking, but he was still a little at a loss. He nodded hurriedly at Miss Zheng, and caught up with Ling Chennan who was striding forward.
Ling Chennan drove, and the two came to a sports stadium. There were a lot of people. Fortunately, they had reserved the venue two hours earlier.
Ling Chennan was eager to try, and Bai Sheng whispered "Doctor, Doctor" behind him, but he didn't hear the buzz of people in the stadium.
Bai Sheng had no choice but to reach out and grab his sleeve.
Ling Chennan turned around: "Huh? What's the matter?"
Bai Sheng said, "You didn't warm up."
Ling Chennan then warmed up with him, Bai Sheng has long arms and legs, and looks very good when moving, every posture is like a landscape. Ling Chennan imitated his movements, but found that he tried to bend down but was still far away from his toes.
He said bitterly, "I look like an old man."
Bai Sheng turned to look at him, and said, "Just stretch it more."
Bai Sheng served first.
With his feet forward and backward, his knees slightly bent, he held up the ball and the brand across his chest——Ling Chennan noticed that he was left-handed, and when he exerted strength with his left wrist, the badminton flew over with a pleasant sound.
Ling Chennan swung his racket, but there was a crisp sound of "snap" - the ball hit the shaft of his racket, flew out at 90 degrees and fell into the next court.
Ling Chennan: "..."
He ran up to pick up the ball in two steps, then raised his arm and drove the ball back from his side.
The ball flew high and far, Bai Sheng raised his head and stared at the ball, retreated to the sideline in two steps, set his posture within half a second, waited for the ball to drop a little before swinging the racket quickly.
A white shadow split the air, and before Ling Chennan could raise his arm, the ball flew past his face and hit half a meter inside the sideline.
Ling Chennan: "..."
Bai Sheng stood on the spot and waved twice, then shook his head.
Ling Chennan thought to himself, why are you shaking your head! What are you dissatisfied with!
He retrieved the ball and was about to serve it, Bai Sheng suddenly said: "Wait a minute, when you serve the ball, you have to turn your waist and use the strength of your waist to carry it, otherwise the ball will be smashed by me if it is too slow."
Then you can't help smashing me! As soon as Ling Chennan came into contact with ball games, his IQ and EQ both plummeted. He held the ball and felt it for a long time, but he didn't realize how to turn his waist. He felt that he was twisting his butt all the time.
Bai Sheng said, "Look at me." Then he demonstrated it twice in slow motion.
Ling Chennan noticed that several pairs of players around him were looking at him, but the other party seemed to pay no attention at all, looking at him seriously.
Ling Chennan withdrew his gaze, rubbed his shoes on the ground, and sent the ball hard.
After playing for more than 40 minutes, the two took a break for the first time. They sat side by side on a blue plastic stool to drink water. Ling Chennan has always been a veteran cadre who brings his own water cup, and he specially bought sealed bottled water and energy-replenishing bananas for Bai Sheng.
After Bai Sheng sat down, he even analyzed with him where he had improved and where he needed to pay attention. For a while, Ling Chennan felt that if he continued to guide him like this, he would definitely be able to bloodbath the golfers in the office who looked down on him in three months and take revenge.
After resting for a while, Ling Chennan stood up, shook the cup and said, "I'll pick up some more to dry." Bai Sheng nodded obediently with his face up.
As a result, when he came back from receiving the water, Ling Chennan saw two girls around him—his eyes were slightly wide open, his mouth was pursed in a daze, his dull and introverted appearance was completely different from when he was with him just now, his back was straight, it was him who Nervous performance.
Ling Chennan walked over and greeted each other: "Hello, everyone."
Hearing his voice, Bai Sheng moved his ears. As if he had been pardoned, he quickly stood up and came to his side. The girl who was talking paused and said, "Oh, I saw him playing pretty well just now, ask him if he would like to join us .”
Following the direction she pointed, there was another boy on the court over there, probably one person short of mixed doubles, Ling Chennan put on a professional smile and said, "That's not okay, this is my little teacher, you should also see How badly did I play, can I have the heart to snatch him away?"
The two girls were happy and said, "Okay, okay, I have nothing to say."
Putting the water glass aside, Ling Chennan asked: "Continue?"
Bai Sheng nodded.
Afterwards, they rested again, and by the end of eight o'clock they were so hungry that their chests were pressed against their backs. After packing up their things, they went to the dressing room. Ling Chennan saw that he was about to put on his coat, and quickly stopped him: "Your clothes are all wet inside. It's cold outside."
Bai Sheng thought for a while and said, "It's okay, I'll go home and change."
Ling Chennan asked: "Go home? Don't eat? I'm going to faint from hunger."
Bai Sheng looked inside hesitantly, bit his lower lip, and realized that the other party might not want to take a shower outside.
"Rush quickly?" Ling Chennan said: "There are few people now, and I have a spare T-shirt, if you don't mind it."
For a moment, Bai Sheng seemed to want to laugh, but the expression was fleeting again.
Ling Chennan looked at people professionally, and immediately woke up and said: "What's the matter? Why are you laughing?"
"No," Bai Sheng said, and after thinking for a long time, he said, "I just think... you have all the equipment, clothes, beaters, shoes, etc., although..."
Ling Chennan understood, and was laughing at himself.
"Although the level is not very good." He said himself.
Bai Sheng quickly added: "But the progress is very fast!"
"Don't explain," Ling Chennan was naturally not angry, but he still said with a straight face, "Do you still want to wear clothes?"
But Bai Sheng is not afraid of him now, and he is not afraid of him with a straight face, and honestly said: "I have to wear it."
Ling Chennan handed him the shampoo, locked the cabinet door and followed him into the shower room. He deliberately didn't look at Bai Sheng, but he still caught sight of his white and thin body from the corner of his eye. The spine and back were curved in his body. A little bit of bone can be faintly revealed when the skin is exposed, and there seem to be many light-colored marks on the skin. I don't know if it is an illusion under the transpiration of water mist, or the scars from the past.
It's like he never said that...
Feeling a bit too dazzling, Ling Chennan closed his eyes and stood under the water column.
There is still a long way to go, he thought, before Shen Yinchuan was released from prison, he had two years to heal him.
[The seventh week]
Ling Chennan played for two hours, but his arm hurt for three days. He kept thinking about the way the ball was played, how to catch this ball and how to return it. He even watched the badminton matches on TV with great interest. After sharpening his knife, he waited until Friday, when the colleagues in the clinic saw him playing the beat again, and surrounded him as a joke.
The doctor colleague said while throwing sugar in the coffee: "Doctor Ling doesn't go on appointments on weekends, so he has to spend more private time working."
Ling Chennan laughed and said, "You guys made a mistake.