A Heartwarming Decade

When Sindayi and Mary pulled the two apart, the child who was beaten was so frightened that he had no idea what happened.

A Heng sighed, picked up the house number and placed it in his hand, his nose was a little sour: "Don't grab it, Yanxi, no one will take your home."

The boy looked at her ignorantly, lowered his head, and saw the house number on the heart of his left hand. After all, he clenched tightly and felt relieved.

She apologized to the boy who was beaten.

Although this person did not suffer any injuries, he was suddenly attacked. He felt a little unhappy in his heart. He sank his face and said to Ah Heng: "Yanxi is stupid, I don’t know him. But Wen Heng, he looks like this In order not to hurt people, let's go to a mental hospital as soon as possible!"

Sindayi went on fire: "You're so **** stupid, believe it or not, I will send you to a mental hospital now!"

The man glanced at Sindayi, knowing that he could not provoke these high-ranking cadres' children, snorted, and left in a daze.

Mary wanted to say something to comfort Aheng, but Aheng looked at Yanxi with a smile: "We are not stupid by Yanxi, are we?"

The boy lowered his head and looked at his "home" babyfully, without any reaction.

He used to call "we Aheng" in such a proud tone, "Our Aheng is beautiful, cooking is delicious, and talking is fun, do you know?" Got it, it's normal, because this is a lack of words The truth of the truth; I don’t know, it’s okay, this young master is chanting "We Aheng" to let you all know that my truth is also your truth.

He has such a logic, he wants the world to know his baby well.

So, Yan Xi, we Yan Xi, will it be too late if I call you like this from now on?

On Saturday, Aheng took Yanxi to the hospital for treatment. Listening to Siwan means that for Yanxi's illness, psychotherapy is still necessary at first, and if it can't be well controlled, then medication will be used.

That was the first time Ah Heng entered Tianwu General Hospital. She took Yanxi's hand and felt that it was not a bad thing that he fell into his own world and didn't care about his surroundings.

Tianwu is more like a nursing home than a hospital. A garden with birds and flowers, clean and tidy fitness equipment, and countless patients who use numbers to identify uniform clothes.

01 to unknown, they have no names.

The nurse scolded, as if scolding the ignorant child: "0377, don't grab 0324 cookies."

But in fact, they were two young men who were in their prime. One of them arbitrarily grabbed something in the hands of another chubby young man, but the fat young man squeezed his lips with his hands, his teeth were bleeding out, and his cheeks were a strange smile.

The young and strong male nurse stepped forward to pull the person, while the other patients gathered in a circle and clapped their hands, smiling and applauding like a child.

A Heng took a step back, bumped into Yanxi, turned around, panicked. But the young man looked very calm, without any expression, or so empty that he couldn't read anything, there was everything, nothing.

Dr. Zheng is a man who has been standing for a few years, wearing a white coat, looks very clean, and is a gentle man. He called his name: "Yanxi."

Yanxi only looked down at his "home" and ignored it.

Doctor Zheng smiled and looked at Ah Heng: "You and Si Wan?..."

"Brother and sister."

Dr. Zheng nodded: "No wonder it looks like this. He used to bring Yanxi to him, but if you changed you today, I must be very close to Yanxi."

She only heard the first half sentence. In the past, it was Si Wan who brought words to Xi. What about Grandpa Yan and Guard Li? Why haven't they been here? Is it because they are afraid of harming the voice of the speaker...

A Heng's heart is a little cold.

Dr. Zheng seemed to see through Ah Heng's thoughts, and somewhat unnaturally explained: "Yes, my husband is busy with his duties, but every time he calls, he asks carefully."

A Heng smiled bitterly. Do you have time to call but no time to bring Yanxi to the doctor? No wonder, Yanxi will be kept at home for half a year...

For half a year, even the Xin family kept it secret.

She looked at Yanxi, but Yanxi only hung her head, her black hair attached to her forehead, faintly covering her big bright eyes.

Aheng held his hand and unconsciously increased his strength, Yanxi felt pain, raised her eyes, and pushed her away.

Aheng is shocked, can she also be... someone who hurt Yanxi?

Dr. Zheng sighed, took the medical flashlight and checked Yanxi's eyes, and then shook his fingers in front of him. The young boy's eyes only followed slowly, not agile at all.

Doctor Zheng frowned and asked Ah Heng: "Is he like this these days? He doesn't pay attention to anything?"

A Heng nodded and pointed to the thing that the young man's left hand was holding in his heart: "Except for this."

"This should be the cause that induced Yanxi to fall ill again." Doctor Zheng thought slightly.

A Heng concentrated his eyes: "What do you mean?"

"Generally speaking, hysteria is when a patient is severely irritated and unable to protect himself or relieve himself of grief, and he constantly makes psychological hints to himself and plunges himself into an imaginary safe state. Once there are psychological stimuli, or Said that when what he thinks is insecure, it will show hysterics.” Dr. Cheng paused, “Of course, there are also some patients who fall into role-playing because they can’t get rid of the grief in the past, so they change their roles to themselves. Punishment for abuse."

"Yanxi, that's it." Dr. Zheng looked down at Yanxi's medical records. "However, he is not a simple situation, but two concurrent illnesses. So, if you take away what he is holding in his left hand , It will make him feel very upset, and even attack others, this thing has become an inducement for his emotional instability. And two years ago, he appeared the second personality..."

Ah Heng interrupted Dr. Zheng's words: "What is the second personality?"

"The second personality is the role he plays." Doctor Zheng smiled, "Sometimes the patient's performance is more realistic than that of the drama actor. Two years ago, Yanxi also insisted that he was the Cinderella who lost the crystal shoe. "

He stood up and smiled at Ah Heng: "Hypnotherapy for the patient requires absolute silence. Now, please wait in the reception room."

When I walked out of the hospital, the evening sun was beautiful, golden quicksand, softening the shadow.

Dr. Zheng concluded: This time, Yanxi’s second personality is Pinocchio. He said he didn't dare to tell the truth, his nose would grow one centimeter every day, and he couldn't get home without his family's understanding.

Then, he was a little strange, and asked her: "Who is Aheng? During the hypnosis, Yanxi mentioned this person and cried."

The street where Tianwu General Hospital was located was a bit remote. She was holding Yanxi's hand and never saw a taxi. When I came, I kept thinking about other things and forgot to remember the way.

"Yanxi, stand here obediently, I'll stop the car at the intersection." Aheng smiled and let go of his hand, "Don't run around, you know?"

Yan Xi slowly raised her head, glanced at her, and then lowered her head.

When she came back, no one was seen.

There is nothing in my mind.

"Yes..." opened his mouth, but no matter what, he couldn't make a sound. She was crazy, desperate.

Turning around, there are only a few small alleys all around, crisscrossing, staggered, and silent. The quiet shadow in the setting sun also seemed to sway suddenly, sternly, as if laughing at her, and rushing toward her.

With no goal, no end, she ran forward, against the light, as if every step she ran was closer to the darkness, but she had no other choice.

Very tired, very tired... even more tired than the first two days and nights when Yanxi disappeared...

She couldn't run anymore and stood under the cyan wall tiles.

The old alley, the taste of run-down and decadence.

In the distance, a melodious voice faintly came: "Rattle, little face man, Kunlun slave, buy it for the child..."

At the cross alley of the hutong, there is a salesman carrying a load of goods, gently shaking the rattle stitched with calfskin. Various masks with rough workmanship stinged her eyes in the sunset.

The thin figure, squatting in front of the cargo load, had a slightly innocent face. In the sun, it was black hair that was warm and cold.

She walked in front of him, and for a moment, tears continued to flow.

Suddenly, the heart on the left was a little numb. It was proud and felt that it was beating, but Aheng felt that it might be better if it was cut off and not beating.

"Yanxi, I guess, you don't know how painful I am at all." Even if there is an antidote, the pain cannot be recovered. She circled him in her arms, her eyes horribly red.

She bent over, covered his shadow, hugged, and never wanted to let go.

The child-like teenager, with a light milky fragrance in her hair, was quiet in her arms, her voice was vague, single-word syllables.

"Mask, home, too." He said to her, his voice very serious and laborious.

A Heng was trembling. He still remembered that there was a mask they bought together at home.

He gently pushed her away, squinted, and pointed at the cargo carrying Linlang's mask.

A Heng stood up, but the businessman carrying the cargo load smiled: "This kid, following me all the way, has been looking at the mask."

She laughed and wiped her tears: "Master, I will buy it."

While paying for the money, the young man suddenly took her hand and ran wildly.

A Heng was taken aback, and followed him, but he stumbled.

"Yanxi, where are you going?" She asked him, the wind was in her ears, and the voice was going away.

The boy did not answer, and kept running.

Sky bridges, green trees, parks, streets...everywhere, far, near, far; blurred, clear, and blurred.

The left hand is his "home"; the right hand is Yanxi's Aheng.

Her left hand was filled with cool warmth. The knuckles were twisted, pressed tightly, there was no gap, it seemed that they were going to an uncertain place, there was no other side, no end.

When she stopped, there was a door in front of her.

There is no house number.

He raised his face slightly and said softly: "Home, you."

He knew she didn't remember the way, but he didn't know why.

Aheng smiled, never expecting Yanxi would take her back. She looked at him and gently corrected: "This is your home."

Yanxi shook her head, her big eyes pure and clear: "Yours."

"how about yours?"

The child, holding his head, cried bitterly, his facial features almost crowded together.

"I'm bad, Aheng hates me, home, no more."

Dr. Zheng told her that Yanxi was seriously ill, and he wrote that he was aphasia.

He will slowly, completely isolate himself from the world.