distorted delusion

1.

the weather is nice today.

I opened the curtains and stretched out to the rare sunshine in the autumn mist.

The time shown on the alarm clock is the weekend, and I usually sleep in bed until I wake up naturally, but... today is a special situation, I have an appointment.

Thinking of the person I'm going to see later, I can't help but bend my lips.I raised my hand and pulled a sticky note, quickly wrote two lines on it, explained the itinerary to my sister, added a love letter, folded the sticky note in two, put it in my pocket, and rushed down the stairs.

"Mom, I'm going to see Dr. Cheng!" I yelled into the living room, and went out without waiting for a reply.Out of the corner of my eye, my mother's face seemed to froze, but I didn't care. After all, every time I went to see Dr. Cheng, she always had this hesitant expression.

There is no way, my mother has been stubbornly thinking that I am sick, and even found me Cheng Yue, who is known as the most powerful psychiatrist in the city.

But I don't blame her, she loves me very much, I know it, so it's normal to be so worried.And with the efforts of Dr. Cheng and me, my mother will soon understand that I am not sick, right?

2.

"Ding dong—" I stood at the door of Dr. Cheng's house on time and rang the doorbell.

Soon, the door was pulled open.It was a young woman who opened the door. Her long chestnut hair was pulled back low. She wore a pair of rimless glasses on the bridge of her nose. The makeup on her face was delicate and elegant, which made her look very comfortable.She was wearing light purple home clothes, and a pair of fluffy off-white slippers on her feet. She was gentle and leisurely, and she had a "ladylike" temperament.

This style - I sighed in my heart, and joked: "Doctor Cheng, you also put on makeup at home, so delicate?"

"Isn't there a kid coming as a guest? You have to prepare well." Cheng Yue replied with a smile.

"I'm not a child anymore!" I protested dissatisfied, and followed Cheng Yue into her house.

Her house is still as deserted as ever, with a light-colored and simple decoration style. The furniture and decorations are neatly and appropriately placed. It is almost rigid. It doesn't look like a place where people live. At most, it is a decorated sample. house.

It's obviously a fresh and warm house layout, why do I feel that Cheng Yue is the only living person in the whole room with a bit of smoke and fire.

Just as I was thinking about it, I heard a soft "boom", and a glass half full of water was placed on the table.

I looked up and saw that Cheng Yue was sitting on the sofa diagonally opposite me, and smiled at me: "Why are you in a daze, are you ready to see your sister today?"

3.

In fact, the so-called "psychological counseling" was not carried out at Cheng Yue's home at first.

During that time, the relationship between my mother and me was very stiff. She kept emphasizing to me that I was mentally ill, and asked me to see a doctor again and again. Although I could understand her worry and anxiety, I was also disturbed by her out of nothing. The doctor she called chose to avoid seeing her.

As for Cheng Yue, it was the result of the two of us taking a step back in the end.

I promised my mother to see this "best doctor in the city", and my mother promised me that I would not seek another doctor in the future.

So Cheng Yue came to my house, and entered my bedroom openly after my protest was invalid.

"Beautiful style." Those were the first words she said when she opened my bedroom door.

It was precisely because of this sentence that I reluctantly accepted this uninvited guest—after all, she praised me and my sister's vision, and for my sister's sake, it's okay to let her come and sit in my room.

But at that time, I really didn't expect that the doctor my mother hired to treat me would be the only one who shared my secret with me.

It seems that this "all is the best" is quite worthy of the name, at least she can see that I am not sick at all, I just have a sister and lover.

4.

The girl on the stage was wearing a white gauze dress, sitting in front of the dark piano, and the beautiful music was flowing from her fingertips, which made people intoxicated.

"I don't think she plays as well as you." Qian Jiale whispered in my ear.

"Huh?" I didn't hear clearly, so I leaned my head over and made a single questioning sound.

"I said, why didn't you sign up for this cultural performance? I think you play much better than her."

It turned out to be this.I couldn't laugh or cry, although she praised me very much, but I think it is necessary to explain: "I don't know how to play the piano."

"Ah?" Qian Jiale's eyes widened, and she scolded angrily in a low voice, "Sheng Qianyao, you are too Versailles! If you can't play the piano, then I am not worthy of lying on the bottom of the piano." !"

"Uh..." I was speechless for a moment, and after thinking about it, I changed the way she could accept it, "My sister taught me the piano."

"You still have a sister? You can play the piano like this, so how good is your sister's piano? It's amazing! Is it your own? Why haven't you heard of it before?"

I was quiet for two seconds, digesting Qian Jiale's barrage of words, first affirming her compliments on my sister, then nodded and said, "It's my own, three years older than me."

"Three years old? Then she's a sophomore this year... What's her name? Where does she go to school now?"

I selectively ignored the latter question, took out a pen and a note pad from my pocket, and wrote three characters on it one stroke at a time—"Sheng, Qian, and Sui".

"Her name is Sheng Qianying."

5.

On the way back to the classroom from the auditorium, Qian Jiale kept asking me about my sister, and I was also happy to tell her about my sister and I's daily life. This can be regarded as my greatest hobby!It's a pity that I could only talk to Cheng Yue in the past, but now I finally have an audience, so I have to show off my love secretly.

"By the way, having said that, why do you always carry a pen and paper with you? We have been classmates for almost three years. Sometimes you even forget to bring your homework, but you have never forgotten this."

"Oh, this," I took out the pad in my pocket, "just for the convenience of contact."

"Contact? Who do you need to use this way to contact?"

"Of course it's my sister."

"Ah?" Qian Jiale looked at me blankly, "Your sister isn't always by your side, what's the use of that?"

I laughed, and winked at her slyly: "Guess."

Who told you... my sister wasn't always by my side?

6.

The house was as quiet as ever.

I looked at the cold food on the table and sighed lightly.

My mother doesn't like strangers to stay in our house for too long, so the nanny usually leaves after cooking, just like a part-time worker, which leads to me being the only one in our house most of the time.

I went upstairs to put down my schoolbag, picked up my mobile phone and called my mother's secretary.

"Hey, Miss Ophelia, it's me, Sheng Qianyao."

"It's Miss Sheng, what can I do for you?"

"I want to ask if my mother is on a business trip again?"

"Uh... yes, Mr. Sheng just finished a meeting and is now catching an evening flight." Ophelia's voice sounded a bit embarrassed.

"... I see, thank you." I couldn't help but sighed again, and hung up the phone.

Really, my mother, I thought helplessly in my heart, how can I be so careless when I am so old, I can forget to leave even a message.

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Quiet Mimi opened a hole|ω)