distorted delusion

32.

I was still dumbfounded when I opened my eyes.

My head was aching, and I touched the soft seat behind me, leaning on the armrests, trying to sit up straight.

"Are you awake?" Cheng Yue rang suddenly, "Are you still sleepy?"

"Not sleepy..." I replied subconsciously, and my memory gradually recovered.

I seem to have come to Cheng Yue after school, and then...

and then?

"Why are you in a daze?" Cheng Yue snorted my head, "Why did you come to me suddenly?"

"Huh?" I looked at her in bewilderment, "I don't know either."

"I'm really sleepy." Cheng Yue shook his head helplessly and said.

I pouted.

"Okay, I'll take you there after dinner."

I followed Cheng Yue out and glanced at the trash can in her office.

empty.

33.

The dinner with Cheng Yue was the same as always, romantic and gentle. I don’t want to think about the cold nanny’s food that may be on the table at home, or there may be nothing on the table——I told my mother a few days ago No need to hire someone to cook.

But it's hard to say whether my mother remembered it or not.

While Cheng Yue was going to the bathroom, I took out a note from my pocket.

The top is clean.

I casually held it in my hand and played with it, thinking that something was wrong with waking up in Cheng Yue's office.

From what I know about myself, I would never allow things to get out of my control.

When I woke up in Cheng Yue's office, my head hurt and swollen, and I didn't know why I was there.The explanation Cheng Yue gave was that she didn't know the reason, she was busy when I went to find her, so I fell asleep while waiting for her.

Sounds plausible, but it's definitely not the truth.

Although I don't know why I subconsciously carry sticky notes every day, it is obviously useful when I don't bring my mobile phone to school.

——Well, why do you carry sticky notes every day...I'm going to find Cheng Yue and this has something to do with it.

Now the notepad is clean, and the trash can in Cheng Yue's office is empty.

Two possibilities.

First, I wrote something on a sticky note in advance, but Cheng Yue found out, so he tore up my sticky note and took out the trash.

Being so careful, she really looks like Cheng Yue.

—But how is this possible!

Dr. Cheng is my dear wife, how could she lie to me, this one may be passed directly!

Then there is only one last possibility left.

Before I came to Cheng Yue, I had anticipated the current situation of "I may become unclear about everything".

Then there is nothing to think about.

I put the note pad back into my pocket, sat on the seat and waited for Cheng Yue to come back with a smile.

34.

After dinner, Cheng Yue and I took a walk on the street, heading towards my house.

In fact, my house is a bit far from this restaurant, and it took about an hour to walk there, but none of us cared.

"Doctor Cheng, do you want to go to the amusement park this weekend?" I blinked and looked at Cheng Yue pitifully.

"Why did you suddenly think of going to the amusement park?" she asked.

"I just want to." I curled my lips, "I haven't been to an amusement park a few times."

"Okay," Cheng Yue paused, covered my eyes with his hands, and sighed softly, "Don't look at me like that."

I felt the subtle touch of my eyelashes gliding across her palm, and asked, "Why?"

"If you look at me like that, no one can refuse you." Cheng Yue said in a low voice.

35.

I have always disliked other people touching my things, so I never let the nanny come into my room to clean things up.

But that doesn't mean I don't need to tidy my room - I always like to put things around, and every once in a while I face the problem of messing up my desk and not being able to find anything.

But in fact, for me, tidying up the room is still a very interesting thing.

This work is almost done now. I am in a good mood to paste the Polaroids I took when I went to the amusement park with Cheng Yue a few days ago on the wall. The photos are interspersed between the original dessert graffiti on the wall, which looks playful and cute. .

Um?what is this?

A small black unknown object on the wall attracted my attention, is it dirty?

I leaned in and looked carefully for a long time, and found that it seemed to be a sticker that hadn't been torn clean.

I stared at it in bewilderment, not remembering a time when I had put stickers on the wall.

Forget it, let's clean up first.

I took alcohol and a small shovel, scraped it off bit by bit, and carefully checked other parts of the wall.

...and then a few more traces were found.

According to this coverage area, I'm afraid it's not an ordinary sticker, but... wallpaper.

I frowned and cleaned them all up, and suddenly found that these traces seemed to be on the right half of the room, but the left half was clean.

Although there is only a little left, I can also tell that the background color of the wallpaper is black, which is not the style I usually use to decorate the room.

Not to mention I don't remember ever putting wallpaper in a room.

It can't be that my mother wanted to kick me out, changed the decoration style of the room, and then temporarily regretted it and tore off the wallpaper that was just pasted?

I was thinking in my heart like a joke, and suddenly I heard a "bang".

Startled, I followed the source of the sound, and it seemed to be my, uh, under the bed?

what's the situation?I knelt down and looked under the bed hesitantly, and saw the iron box on the ground.

What is this again? ?

I lay down on the ground and studied for a long time, and finally saw that the box was originally glued to the wooden board at the bottom of the bed, but for some reason—maybe the glue lost its stickiness after a long time—it suddenly fell off.

Outrageous... Why don't I remember that I have hidden such a thing? According to this level of concealment, is it some kind of shameful girl's diary?

Feeling quite inexplicable, I swept the box out and found a combination lock hanging on the box.

...Is the level of secrecy so high?

I tried both my birthday and my mother's birthday, it doesn't work.

What else could it be... I racked my brains for a long time and tried all the anniversaries I could think of, but none of them were right.

God, is this my thing? Hey!

I stared at this half-new iron box in disbelief, and casually entered the date 1105 when Cheng Yue and I went out for the first time.

opened.

I finally frowned fiercely, looked at the opened combination lock in disbelief, and realized the seriousness of the matter.

Taking a deep breath, I lifted the lid of the iron box with a solemn expression.

The first thing that caught my eye was a hospital certificate.

The moment I saw this old paper, my head suddenly ached.

Although it looks well preserved, it must be at least ten years old.

I endured a headache and read the contents of the paper carefully.

Here's a... miscarriage certificate.

The date was November 20, [-] years ago, and the patient's name was my mother.

It was an accidental abortion, and the fetus was a girl.

My head hurts more, and it seems that something is about to break through in my mind.

With trembling hands I put the proof aside and took out the last thing left in the box—a notebook.

The book is very thick, and there are countless post-it notes inside.

The pain in my head was intensifying, mixed with unbearable dizziness, and I could hardly see everything in front of me.

Sheng Qianyao, hold back.I gritted my teeth and said to myself, and opened this book.

This is my diary.

36.

To say it was a diary is actually not quite accurate.

Because the users of this book are two people.

37.

I went shopping with Lele today and bought a lot of things for my sister. I don’t know if my sister will like it~

like very much.I like everything A Yao sent.

Dr. Cheng told me not to always mention you in front of my mother, but to slowly let her accept you.Really, obviously you are also her daughter, so there is nothing you can't accept.

After all, I don't have my own body, and it's normal for her to find it hard to accept.

elder sister!Do you like me~ You know what I mean, anyway, we will never be separated, do you want to be together forever?

good.I love you.

……

And sticky notes.

Some of the sticky notes explained my itinerary, and some simply expressed my feelings, but they were all written to the same person.

...and what the man wrote to me.

The first half of the book is basically my handwriting alone, while the second half of the book obviously has another kind of handwriting, which is completely different from mine, with sharp handwriting.

At the same time, a name that had never appeared before began to appear frequently in the diary.

——Doctor Cheng.

38.

I remembered.

All in all, all remembered.

39.

I calmly put the diary and the hospital certificate back into the box and locked them, took the key and went out.

Restoring my memory didn't ease my headaches, but I've always been good at enduring them.

The picture in front of me is distorting, it seems that a steel needle is stuck in my mind and it is stirring, and the sound of "buzzing" is constantly ringing in my ears. I can hardly distinguish what I see and hear now. Is it hallucination.

Can't handle that much anymore.

I stopped a taxi and gave Cheng Yue's address.

As soon as I got in the car, I curled up uncomfortable, and vaguely heard the driver's voice, as if asking me something.

I really didn't have the strength to say anything more, so I waved my hands indiscriminately, barely counting it as a response.

Severe pain and dizziness disrupted my perception, I tried my best to maintain a sliver of sanity, got out of the car and went straight to Cheng Yue's house.

I stood at the door of her house panting heavily, blowing the cold wind for a long time, and finally felt a little better.

Cheng Yue should be in the clinic at this time.I took out the spare key Cheng Yue gave me, and opened the door of her house without any hesitation.

Sure enough, no one.

I breathed a sigh of relief, closed the door, and went straight to the study.

I have been to her house several times, and the study is the only room I haven't been in much.

My movements are so big that I can almost call them rummaging through boxes and boxes-maybe it also has something to do with my inability to control my body movements well now.

Fortunately, Cheng Yue didn't have the habit of locking the cabinet, so I dug out a lot of things.

Various things that belonged to my "sister".

It turned out that my mother didn't throw them all away, but gave them to Cheng Yue.

I wanted to laugh a little, and I was also curious about what Cheng Yue had said to my mother.

The picture in front of me was no longer shaken and distorted. I stood up with the help of the table, and felt that the dizziness was much better, but the sharp tingling was still annoying.

Wait, what is this?

I looked around the room unconsciously, and my eyes froze when I saw the medicine bottles in the glass cabinet.

A bad premonition came to my mind, I took out my mobile phone and entered the English words on the medicine bottle into the search box letter by letter.

The progress bar at the top of the interface was loaded to the end, and I quickly saw the answer I wanted.

...can cause memory disturbance, intermittent short-term amnesia, dizziness, headache, and drowsiness in patients. It is mostly used to treat mental diseases such as schizophrenia and bipolar disorder...

I trembled uncontrollably, the buzzing in my ears stopped suddenly at this moment, and I clearly heard the sound of the door lock opening.

I turned around abruptly—

Cheng Yue leaned against the door frame, her lips curled up, her eyes behind the lenses were full of joy.

"Hey, it was discovered."

"My dear 'sister-sister--'"

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