MTL - Don’t Pick Up Boyfriends From the Trash Bin-Chapter 199 Domineering Gentleman (18)

That night, I do n’t know if it was because of Jinghong when I saw you again, and I had a nightmare.

In the dream was the battlefield of blood and fire. The white horse was lying on his back, and his scattered mane was covered with fresh blood, which was blown by the wind, forming a large, large, ochre-colored maggot.

Shi Dingyun turned over his body, Yan Yuanheng, Yan Yuanzhao, Li Yishu, and Shi Jinghong. Each familiar face was enlarged in front of him, and then enlarged.

Chi Xiaochi opened his eyes in the thick **** smell of nasal cavity, and grabbed his fingers subconsciously aside, until he caught an empty space, and then remembered that Jinghong had arranged a separate room for Fengmian.

He got up, pressed the sweet and smelly smell in the mouth with herbal tea, changed into a light, strong outfit, turned out the window, and did not wake up Li Yanshu who was awake in the yard.

Dingyuan City ’s General Mansion also stopped at Yunyun, so he followed the memory and went to Yanwu Stadium.

The moon wheel hung high, and the moonlight shone brightly on the stone next to Yanwu Field. Ji Xiaochi picked a silver gun from it, and stunned it in his hand: "Hold it."

There was no intention to move in the body, and the hand holding the gun was a little sweaty, as if the smooth blood in the dream was still attached to his palm.

Chi Xiaochi moved his neck around: "If you are tired, go to bed. There is still work to do tomorrow."

The man in his body moved according to his orders.

At first, the gun path was unstable, and leaks frequently occurred, but with the instinct of the body, the error was gradually corrected.

Under the moon, people silently dance guns and move freely, like a young and healthy silver dragon.

The gunfire ended with the sound of a sharp object breaking through.

The juvenile held the gun flat, the beads of sweat on his neck shone, and he slowly slipped along the curve of his neck with the extent of his breathing.

Chi Xiaochi asked Shi Zheyun in his body: "Aren't you sleepy?"

After the exercise, he was not tired, but he became more and more clear-headed and answered.

Chi Xiaochi inserted his gun in the same place: "It won't be sleepy. It's half an hour before dawn. If you really want to sleep, it's not easy."

Stopping Clouds: "..."

Chi Xiaochi sat on the steps of the corridor next to Yanwu Stadium.

Surrounded by rich darkness, the bright moon hangs high, shining like the sun.

Chi Xiaochi reached out to block some dazzling moonlight, and said, "I have been with you for so long and haven't talked to you alone."

Shi Dingyun was silent, thinking about his own mind.

Chi Xiaochi: "Don't thank me. Being with you is what I should do."

Shi Shuyun: "...?"

Chi Xiaochi: "You hire me with your life, and I use my life to fight you on the battlefield. We are the equivalent exchange, and no one owes anyone."

Shiting Yun: "..." Thank you.

Chi Xiaochi: "Oh, I said that no one owes anyone, and you are still polite to me."

Shi Shuyun: "........."

He felt that he could not talk to this person well.

The cool breeze like water is blowing people's minds.

A thin cloud passed from the sky, covering the moonlight like a veil, and Chi Xiaochi's eyes adjusted a bit. She supported her steps with her elbows on her back, her legs raised, and she looked up at the moon lazily: "Be with yourself It's okay nightmares, it feels weird. "

Shi Dingyun: "..." Sorry.

Chi Xiaochi: "Don't say I'm sorry, this is not what you want. I said, we are an equivalent exchange, and everything you take for granted. No reason, I only enjoy the status of major general, the only son of the gatekeeper. Ronghua. "Pain, struggle, hatred, and nightmares are all necessary factors to stop them when they are formed.

This time they finally closed the shoot.

Chi Xiaochi moved his body: "... But psychotherapy can be given away for free, or? At first Lucas kept me from buying several treatments for me, and it cost a lot of money."

The patient in his body remained silent.

Even the most senior psychologist cannot treat a patient who has lost communication skills.

But Chi Xiaochi, the Mongolian doctor, was fearless.

He said, "I'm sick. It's about the same as yours. I've been sick for more than a decade. Senior pill jars. The sleeping pills can kill two cows. They are immersed in broken jars from the inside out. Energetic. Lucas always said that I was a widow for many years, and I was not afraid of it. Although I beat him for a while, I knew he was right. I always thought I would die. Yeah, not sick. It's sick to death. "

"I also like nightmares. But my dreams are not as **** as you are."

"I always dreamed that I was waiting for someone, sitting at home, or sitting in a restaurant or a playground, and waiting until I woke up. Sometimes I woke up and it took me a while to know that I woke up, no need to Wait again. "

"I have seen three or four psychiatrists. They all suggested that I go to the gym. A lot of exercise can ease my mood, and in the gym, it will inevitably produce physical contact, which will help desensitization treatment ... What is it? Desensitization? For example, if you do n’t like radish, the treatment method is to take you to visit the radish garden every day, change the pattern and add radish in your meal every day. "

"I don't. I pay people to exercise in front of me. I like to watch sports when they drink sports drinks."

"The doctor asked me what I was doing, and I said it would make me feel happy."

"They told me, Mr. Chi, that you treat the symptoms but not the root cause. I said that even the bodybuilder who was elected to be a protein must be a cure for the symptoms. It looks like everyone is like a monkey. It's disturbing. "

"They said," Mr. Chi, don't follow us. This kind of happiness is short-lived. If you want to heal, you must follow the doctor's order. All the mental illnesses are that there is something in your heart that is not smooth. Learn to look forward. Over time, clogged places will clear. "

Shi Dianyun in his body listened quietly, feeling the words of those healers reasonable.

Maybe in a few days, he will really forget it.

Forget about the past, and face a new beginning ...

Whose pool Koike spoke sharply: "But why should I forget?"

Shi Shuyun: "...?"

"People always want to forget their silly and hazy past, and feel that forgetting and letting go is a courageous act in itself. I don't think so, forgetting is the simplest escape, who can escape far faster than anyone else. Count your courage to run fast. "

"I won't forget. I won't forget why I became like that and why I got sick. Because I couldn't do it at the time, I was too weak, I was stupid, I was cheated."

"How many people are unwilling to face that kind of person, so they choose to forget and look forward? I do n’t make judgments, I just do n’t allow myself to be like this. The person who hurt me wants me to forget and look forward. Well, I think about it, or I can't do it. Let the people who harm me go well, I'm not happy. "

"Later, the person who hurt me is gone, and I ’m so used to carrying it, I ca n’t let it go. I look back over and over and remind myself again and again, asking myself what to do next time when I encounter the same thing. Let yourself lose important people again. This is the year after year, but fortunately I haven't lost anything, and I haven't met any important people. "

"After the doctor heard that I was driving me, he told me, Mr. Chi, you may not need to see a doctor."

"I know they're not bragging about me. I'm sick and sick, it's become a part of my body and I can't cure it."

Chi Xiaochi spoke nothing frustrating, three-pointer laughed at himself, six-pointer was bland, and the remaining one-pointer was a bit of a joke.

"I live happily, and I don't hate myself like this. I think it is good to be a happy sick person .... The only thing I fear is that someone hates me like this, but it doesn't matter."

Chi Xiaochi said: "I can only help you in the first half of this time to get rid of the people who harm you; in the second half, I can't live for you."

"After I leave, you are willing to be a happy Mongolian doctor like me, willing to follow the doctor's advice, or be the one who lays down. It all depends on you."

During the conversation, Chi Xiaochi's voice brought real envy: "To be honest, you are much better than me. You have a father, a friend, and a family with money. Unlike me, I could only hold a wish to live ... ... and you are still young. "

Silent silence.

Some of the words in Chi Xiaochi's words were grotesque, but he could understand most of them even guessed.

The sweat was gone, and the night breeze slipped against the body, very comfortable.

After listening to his call, Shi Dingyun's mood calmed like never before: "..." Thank you.

Chi Xiaochi comfortably rested his arms: "Okay. I guess you must be scolding me in your heart now."

Shi Dingyun: "... ????"

Chi Xiaochi: "In terms of speaking, I haven't said anything useful. I still have a sleeping pill, and I can't give it to you ..."

The words didn't fall, he suddenly felt that his right hand suddenly moved to the side and grabbed something.

Shi Zingyun concentrated all her strength on her right hand, and finally gained a little bit of autonomy, catching a little butterfly who mistakenly used moonlight as a pond and stopped on the steps.

The ability to stop the cloud pushes a hundred thousand hands, because he wants to catch a small butterfly's wings, shaking slightly.

He sent the butterfly in front of Chi Xiaochi.

... to you.

This time, I really appreciate it.

After Chi Xiaochi took a nap, he took the butterfly with his left hand, put it in his palm, and chuckled, "You're welcome."

The small feet of the butterfly brushed over his palm, and Chi Xiaochi breathed in his palm and sent the butterfly away.

The frightened white butterfly disappeared quickly, and along the place where it disappeared, Chi Xiaochi saw that the sky appeared in the shape of a star.

Chi Xiaochi moved a little and jumped up: "It's going to be bright. Let's go ..."

When he turned around, he looked at Lou Ying, who was sitting in the shadow of the corner of the corridor.

Chi Xiaochi was startled: "... sir, when are you here?"

Pretending to be pulling clothes, Lou Ying took the night dew on her shoulder: "When I heard a sound, I got up."

Since entering this world, Chi Xiaochi always thought that the connection signal between Lou Ying and himself was not good. He should not hear himself after falling asleep.

He thought that the long speech that had just made Lou Ying sleep, and he couldn't help feeling a little distressed.

Chi Xiaochi stepped forward, held up his wheelchair, and said, "I push you to go to bed again."

Lou Ying murmured "um".

The two fell into silence again. For a time, only the noise of the wheelchair rolling on the cold stone slab continued to send them all the way to the house.

When Chi Xiaochi hugged Lou Ying to bed, he touched the quilt.

The quilt was cold, and its owner should have been away for a long time.

Iko Koike said nothing.

Counting time, it's time to refresh yourself.

He settled the quilt for Lou Ying, straightened his hair, and turned away.

When walking to the door, Lou Ying's voice came from behind.

"... I'm sorry." The voice was a little dumb, and the emotion in it was a real heartache that made the heart tremble, "... you worked hard."

Let you be alone for so many years. Sorry.

Chi Xiaochi turned his back to him, slightly bowing his head.

After a moment, he took a breath and turned his head. There was no sadness in his smile, and the bright young man was very angry: "Not hard."

When Ichikoike turned his head, a drop of tears quickly fell, without touching his face, and only getting a little wet.

The effort of a tear is enough for him to adjust his state.

He raised his hand and touched his face, confirming that his expression returned to normal, then wiped the light water marks on his eyelashes, and strode out.

But he didn't notice where the tears went.

Now, it is condensed in the palm of Lou Ying in the form of a drop of water.

After the tension data was rewritten, it looked like a soft, transparent ball rolling in his palm.

... his little patient.

Lou Ying bowed her head, and carefully touched the still tears with her lips.

Immediately, he took the tear into his body and wrote a simple program to store it in his left chest near the heart.