Chapter 216

"You ask about the boyfriend of the patient. Aren't you interested in the patient?" He has known Chang Ming for many years. He knows exactly what his character is. He has a clear sense of public and private affairs. When he leaves the consulting room, the patient is a person who has nothing to do with it. This time, he actually asks the patient's boyfriend about it.

It's weird.

Chang Ming explained simply: "understand the situation and prescribe the right medicine."

Tang Yan doesn't believe it very much: "then you ask your patient, I have no material for you." He looked at each other meaningfully, but there was no clue. He said smilingly, "elder martial brother, you are a foul. The psychiatrists have signed the confidentiality agreement. I am a professional doctor."

Chang Ming doesn't ask.

"Dr. Chang," Chang Ming's assistant, came in and said, "Miss Jiang is here, waiting for you in the consulting room."

Chang Ming nodded, "come at once."

Tang Yan couldn't help asking, "which Miss Jiang? Shijin's girlfriend? "

Chang Ming didn't answer. He asked, "are you curious?"

Of course, Jiang Jiusheng is the cause of Shijin's paranoia. He has always wanted to meet this ox man who can make Shijin 'crazy' and 'change his mind'.

Tang Yan is serious: "no, why should I be curious?"

Chang Ming drinks all the tea on the table, gets up and leaves Tang Yan's office. Before his assistant is far away, he orders: "you go first, I'll call."

Assistant said yes.

Chang Ming goes to the stairway, dials the number, and a woman's voice comes from the other end of her cell phone: "hello."

The voice is quiet and pleasant.

Chang Ming takes off his eyes, pinches his eyebrows and looks up. His pupils are green. He says, "here comes Jiang Jiusheng."

The woman seemed to think about it, in a slow voice: "it's time for her to remember."

The tone of a woman's voice is correct and round, with less obvious broadcasting cavity.

Chang Mingying, hung up the phone, put on the glasses again, the lenses covered, and the green pupils turned black again.

It's night, full moon, surrounded by stars and rivers.

The window is not tight, the dark curtains are shaken back and forth by the leaked wind, and a white moonlight sprinkles on the head of the bed. According to the deep sleepers, the eyebrows are frowned, and the pillow towels are wet with sweat.

It's like a dream.

"Sheng Sheng."

"Sheng Sheng."

The man's voice came from a distance, gentle and doting. She surprised the little girl who was lying in front of the desk and doodling. She dropped her pen, jumped out of the chair, and the little pigtail tied in the back of her head waved happily.

"Dad!"

The little girl is four or five years old. Her eyes are curved when she smiles. She pours into the man's arms happily.

The man put on a police uniform, tall and straight, put the police cap on the cabinet of the porch, squatted down, and was as tall as the girl, and asked her with a smile, "what did my baby do at home today?"

The little girl smiled innocently: "draw."

"What did you draw?"

She was very proud of the tone, stood up straight, said: "painted father wearing police uniform."

The man smiled heartily and shaved the little girl's nose: "my Sheng Sheng is wonderful."

There was laughter in the living room.

At this time, a woman's voice came from the kitchen, warm and soft, like the murmuring water of a small town in the south of the Yangtze River: "have dinner." Women smile and sing, standing in the evening sunset, "Sheng Sheng, wash your hands quickly."

Four or five-year-old girl, disobedient and coquettish, leans on the sofa, shakes two little fat hands, and says softly and waxily, "Dad will hold me."

"Good."

At that time, Jiang Jiusheng was four years old and nine months old. Her father, Jiang MINCHANG, was a policeman.

The setting sun has not yet set, a dream turn, suddenly turned into a cloudy rainy day, heavy rain will fall, the air is wet, the girl has grown higher than the desk.

A smile disappeared from the gentle mother's face: "Sheng Sheng, will you live with your mother in the future?"

At that time, at the age of seven, the girl shook her head and asked, "where's dad?"

The mother just said, "Dad is going to other places."

She did not understand and asked, "when will he come back?"

My mother thought for a long time and told her, "Dad will have a new family in the future and will not come back."

The girl red eyes, lying on the desk crying for a long time.

Later, her mother took her to a smaller house, a shabby building. There were many neighbors upstairs and downstairs, but no father in police uniform.

And my father moved into a big, beautiful house. There was a daughter named wenshihao, who always wore a beautiful pink skirt.

Later, his father had a new wife and a beautiful boy, but he still loved her and told her that she had a younger brother.

It was a clear spring day.

The girl saw her brother for the first time.

The pink and tender child, only three or four years old, walked unsteadily and stumbled to her.The child looked up at her, with bright eyes like the black grapes under the rattan in the yard of the grand master downstairs: "my father said, I have a sister, her name is Jiang Jiusheng." He held her hand timidly. "Are you Jiang Jiusheng?"

She nodded and smiled, "well, I am."

The little boy was very happy to hear that. He held the kite he loved in his hand to the girl. He grinned and lacked a small baby tooth on the left: "sister, I am a little goldfish. This is my kite. Here it is for you."

A golden sunflower was painted on the kite. It was very ugly, but very bright. The girl led the child who grew up to her waist and ran on the lawn. The wind was very strong, and the girl's hair was blown disorderly. However, the kite never flew.

Two children, running and running, grow tall.

The girl grew into a pretty girl, and the young doll grew into a little boy carved with pink and jade.

Long time no see, the boy is not happy, angry: "sister, why don't you come to see me so long?" After a few seconds of anger, he was relieved. He reached for the girl's school uniform skirt and said softly, "I miss you so much."

The girl stooped and touched the boy's head: "my sister is moving, so far away, she can't come to see you often."

The boy was not happy for a moment. He pouted and turned his head for a while. Then he turned around. Don't twist and say, "then I'll find you."

The girl poked his baby's fat face with a smile: "goldfish, you are still young. You can't find your sister until you grow up a little bit."

He was very disappointed. After a while, he said, "I'll eat more. It's very tall."

Pat him on the head less: "that's lovely."

Six or seven year old children, especially easy to coax, immediately very clever, like a treasure to move out of their beloved toys, must give girls.

While frolicking, a girl in a pink skirt came down from the second floor, with a shawl and a shiny hairpin.

It's the little princess of the Wen family.

She had a good posture, stood upright and raised her chin: "are you Jin Yu's sister?" Not to be answered, she added, "I'm also Jinyu's elder sister. My name is Wen Shihao."

"Hello, this is Jiang Jiusheng."

Nothing to say, the little princess of the Wen family looked at her haughtily, brushed her skirt, turned and went upstairs.

"Sister, I don't like that sister." The little boy covered his mouth and whispered that he was too young to hide his anger and joy. He did not like to put it all on his face.

The girl asked him, "why?"

"She said I was a little wild." The little boy snorted and pouted angrily. "I hate her and don't want to play with her."

The dream is chaotic, the figure of the girl and the boy is blurred, and gradually dispersed by the wind.

In the distance, I don't know whose wind chime is jingling by the hot summer wind. The mirage in the dream is gradually clear. There are many dilapidated buildings.

Outside the old building, there is a big camphor tree. In the distance, the lane is full of dogs barking like cicadas in summer.

The girl stood under the tree, against the light, beautiful peach blossom eyes would laugh: "are you Shijin?"

The boy on the opposite side came from the setting sun to the shade of the tree and nodded.

It's a beautiful boy.

"My name is Jiang Jiusheng." The girl smiled in her eyes, like the ripples on the quiet lake in spring. She said, "I'm here to pick you up."

Young people do not seem to like to talk, do not like to laugh, just hook up the lip corners: "lead the way."

"Good."

The sun sets, the stars come out, the moon is half round.

Then the sun rose again, slowly, and then fell to the horizon, I don't know how many days and nights, camphor tree flowers opened and fell.

The dream turned into autumn.

Under the camphor tree, I don't know who abandoned the wooden bed, put it in the shade, convenient for the lazy girl, put the textbook aside, she was sleeping soundly.

The young man came out of the small building to look for the young girl to go home. Seeing her lying on the wooden bed in the shade of the tree, he suddenly lost his smile, walked over and squatted beside the bed: "Sheng Sheng."

"Sheng Sheng."

"Well?" When the girl woke up, she turned over, rubbed her eyes and opened them, looking at him vaguely.

The last sunset fell on the young man's face. His skin was white and his long eyelashes fell into shadow. He said, "don't sleep here."

She blinked, bleary eyes, narrowed up again, dreamily murmuring: "Shijin, I'm sleepy."

The boy asked, "how about I carry you to sleep?"

"No, I want to sleep under the tree." She turned over again, resting on her arm, and went on to sleep.

Just in autumn, there are cicadas on the camphor tree. They keep calling. The setting sun falls from east to west, one by one. The last touch of light leaks through the cracks of the tree. The golden mottle falls on the girl's face. It's a little dazzling. She frowns.

The boy sat at the head of the bed, blocking the twilight.

She slept soundly, and he watched her quietly, from the setting sun to the moon and the stars.In her sleep, the girl moved and mumbled, "Shijin, mosquito bites me."

The boy took the textbook she put on the wooden bed, squatted beside the bed, fanned the wind with the book, and drove away the mosquitoes for her.

Under the moon, the wind blows gently, and the young man bends down slowly

"Sheng Sheng."

"Shijin."

"Mother shouted upstairs," have dinner. "

The young girl woke up and sat up reluctantly. She was dazed for a while. She stared at the young man sitting next to her. "Why are you so red?"

He looked down. "Hot."

Not only blushed, but also the neck and ears.

The girl did not understand: "it's cool under the tree. It's not hot at all."

The boy didn't speak. Pack up her textbook.

She said, "Shijin, I want to eat yellow peach ice cream."

He put her bag in her arms: "wait for me here, I'll buy it."

Before the boy came back, his dream turned suddenly. In the heavy rain, he carried her on his back and walked on the path outside the campus, accumulating a lot of water. She held her umbrella and lay on his back.

"Let's go to the cinema tomorrow evening." The boy unconsciously slowed down his pace.

Under the big black umbrella, the girl tilted her head: "why do you want to see a movie all of a sudden?"

"I have something to tell you."

She nodded, "OK."

He raised his lips and smiled: "after dusk, I will wait for you under the camphor tree downstairs."

"Good." She moved her umbrella a little towards him.

But the next day, she lost her appointment. Her mother took her to Wen's house.

The little goldfish took her to play on the lawn of the garden. He was naughty. He climbed to the tree and picked up a kite. He sat on the thin branches and waved to her: "sister, catch it. I'll throw the kite to you."

The little goldfish loosed his hand, the wind was very strong, the kite was blown to flutter, for a long time did not land, but he fell from the tree.

"Little goldfish!" The girl was so worried that she asked him if it hurt.

He was stunned, reached out and pointed to the flower house not far away: "sister, in the flower house There's a lot of blood. "

In the flower house, there are her father and mother.

She was stunned for a while, then turned around and ran to the flower house. Behind her, the little goldfish cried for her.

"Sister."

"Sister."

"Sister..."

The girl stumbled into the flower house, knocked down a small Hibiscus at the door, and shocked the people in the flower house. It was her father, Jiang MINCHANG, who knelt on the ground, holding a knife in both hands.

And the mother, lying next to him, had blood all over her stomach, all over the floor.

She was stupefied, her body swayed and fell on the ground: "you, you kill, kill..." She shivered and couldn't speak at all,

her father stood up, and with the hand holding the knife, he beckoned at her, like coaxing: "Sheng Sheng, come here."

In his eyes, there was a cruel decision that made her strange.

She sat on the ground, subconsciously backing away.

But his father walked over and approached her. Step by step, step by step, he got closer and closer: "I killed her." He looked at the frightened girl on the ground, but he seemed to say to himself, "what should I do now? You saw it. "

He suddenly laughed and tightened his knife.

"No, don't come here." She kept retreating to the corner.

But he did not give up, step by step, holding the knife, dripping blood.

At the moment when he raised his hand, she didn't know where the strength came from. She suddenly jumped up and grabbed his bloody hand.

The knife landed in a hurry.

She was stunned and picked up the knife immediately.

His father red eyes: "give me the knife."

The young girl looked at the mother in the pool of blood and threw herself forward: "you are going to die."

She stabbed the bloody knife into his father's abdomen. He fell down and pointed at her with bloody fingers: "you --"

she pulled out the knife suddenly, retreated, fell heavily and sat on the ground, looked at the knife in hand and the blood in hand.

She killed

Jiang MINCHANG fell down, closed his eyes, and blood flowed from his body to the ground, winding the ground.

She killed her father

She cried and cried in a broken voice, but she dared not make a sound. She shivered and shrank in the corner. Holding her knees, she buried her head and kept wiping the blood on her hands on the skirt of the school uniform.

"Sheng Sheng."

"Sheng Sheng."

She heard someone calling for him. The familiar voice was Qingyue's juvenile voice.

It's Shijin. It's Shijin.

She raised her head, saw a hand, white and slender, it was a very beautiful hand, extended to her: "come here, come to me."

She stared at him stupidly, like being bewitched, she reached out and held the beautiful hand.He said, "no, I'll clean your skirt for you."

He squatted in front of her, wiped the blood on her skirt with his sleeve, and then dyed the blood on his sleeve.

"Sheng Sheng is good." The boy said softly, "give me the knife."

She stupidly handed the knife to him, and then he held her shoulder and turned around.

"Don't turn around."

"Don't look."

She was on her back, squatting on the ground, shaking all over.

he carried her on his back and wiped the fingerprints on the handle of the knife. He repeatedly said: "Sheng Sheng, don't look at it."

"Shijin, is he dead?"

He didn't answer her, she cried in a low voice.

"Shijin."

"Shijin, I'm afraid."

"I'm not afraid." Her hand was held by a hand, a little cold, wiping the blood on her hand. Behind her, there was the voice of the young Qingyue, "don't admit it, you didn't kill it."

No, she did.

She squatted on the ground and cried out his name.

"I'm here."

"I'm not afraid."

"Sheng Sheng."

"I'm not afraid. Shall I take you away?"

He took her by the hand, took her out of the flower house, looked up, and saw the man outside the flower house. The man was dyed with yellow hair and had a lot of tattoos on his neck. He was staring at them with a bag on his back. After a short look at each other, he turned around and ran away.

That man, Chen Jie, is her scapegoat

Jiang Jiusheng suddenly opened his eyes and sat up.

When Jin pillow almost at the same time, also woke up: "Sheng Sheng."

She lost her eyes and did not respond at all.

"Sheng Sheng," Shijin turns on the bedside lamp, holds her in her arms, wipes the cold sweat on her forehead, "is it a dream?"

She was shocked for a long time, and looked up: "Shijin, I remember, all things, all remember."

When Jin eyes raised to settle.

She looked him in the eyes and murmured, "I smoked the rest of your cigarettes, drank the brandy in your glass, the yellow peach I love, you bought it for me, the knife in your hand, I handed it to you."

It turns out that she learned from him to smoke and drink. She doesn't like yellow peach, but a teenager who likes to buy her yellow peach ice cream.

She is not a hand control, just like his hands, the hands holding her out of the nightmare.

She smiled, eyes obsessed, looking at Shijin: "originally, I used to like you so much."

Shi Jin nodded, "well, you really like me."

She snuggled up in his arms, her eyes quiet, as if to say to herself, "and my mother, who is beautiful and soft to speak."

When she mentioned her mother, she smiled at the corner of her mouth.

Then, her smile converged: "Jiang MINCHANG used to love me very much. I don't know when it began to change." She looked down at her hand. "I killed him myself."

When Jin hold her, tight hand strength way.

She was silent for a long time and looked up. "But," she murmured, "Shijin, he wants to kill me..."

No mistake, the eyes, the eyes of her father when he was holding the knife, when he looked at her, they were cruel and murderous.

But want to shut down?

She thought about it carefully, recalled all the details of the scene, and breathed more and more quickly.

When Jin in her ear, told her: "Jiang MINCHANG is a survivor, Sheng Sheng, no blame you, it's not your fault, it's all his bad."

She didn't seem to hear it. She lowered her head, her eyelashes trembled, and she lost her soul for a long time. Then she put her hand on the quilt, wiped it subconsciously, and looked at the palm of her hand: "it can't be wiped off. There is a lot of blood."

At present, it's all shocking red. I don't know whether it's a dream or a wake-up call, or whether it's true or not.

When Jin holds her shoulder: "Sheng Sheng."

"Sheng Sheng."

She didn't respond at all. She stared at her hand and lost her soul.

When Jin holds her hand and wipes it for her: "no blood, no more, I'll wipe it off for you."

"It's all wiped out."

"There is no blood."

She began to hallucinate.

In mid July, Jiang Jiusheng was diagnosed with mild depression. She couldn't sleep, was in a trance, had hallucinations and auditory hallucinations. In addition to the filming of plan 3, she suspended all other activities. There is not much work left for shooting. She has coordinated with the crew and finished shooting in a week.

When Jin pushed all the work and kept her.

When she didn't shoot, she didn't go anywhere. She stayed at home. If Shijin didn't come to talk to her, she would not say a word all day. No matter how happy Jiang Bomei was, she just touched her head. She didn't talk to her as before.

When Jin has not been to the hospital for five days, Xiao Yi called many times, when Jin will send at the beginning, and then directly hung up.Jiang Jiusheng received a call saying that there was an emergency patient, but before Xiao Yi finished, Jin pressed the phone.

"When the doctor," she said, serious tone, "you go to the hospital, I am good, do not accompany."

When Jin shakes her head, her attitude is not a bit loose. She sits in the basket chair. When Jin holds her two hands, squats and kisses the back of her hand. He says to her, "even if the hospital doesn't have me, there are many other doctors, but you're not the same," he looks up and reaches out his hand to brush her side face. "You only have me."

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