Overwinter

Wen Yan wrapped a bouquet of baby's breath dried flowers extremely delicately. The snow-white flowers were clustered together, like a bouquet of inexhaustible snow, sealed in an exquisite gift box at the moment of full bloom.

Song Zhuangtong pushed open the door of the ward and went in. Song Ruxuan was sitting on the bed, looking out the window quietly.

Song Zhuangtong's throat was slightly choked, and he took a few moments before making a sound: "Sister."

Song Ruxuan was stunned for a few seconds by the address she hadn't heard for many years, before she slowly turned her head and stared at the tall man at the door, her tense expression eased after she recognized Song Zhuangtong.She gently raised her hand towards Song Zhuangtong, showing a pale smile.Her lips were a little pale, and her hair was simply tied up on her back. Her slender body could no longer support her clothes. The loose neckline exposed her neck, and there were a few inconspicuous scratches on it, hidden in the shadows. among.

Song Ruxuan's mental state improved a lot. After receiving the gift box of dried flowers from Song Zhuangtong, she reached out to touch the flowers through the box, with inexplicable emotions brewing in her deep eyes.Although she didn't speak, but with a serious expression, she could see that she had listened to what Song Zhuangtong said.The usually taciturn man also opened up his chatterbox at this moment, telling Song Ruxuan all the big and small things in the family, and occasionally getting a response with a smile on his lips, Song Zhuangtong talked even more vigorously.

Inevitably mentioning Song Jing's recent situation, Song Zhuangtong also tried to describe his life in a better direction. Song Ruxuan heard a familiar name, and there was a lot of tenderness in her eyes. She stared at Song Zhuangtong, but she couldn't hide her smile. Her sadness and fatigue made her look haggard.

"He has grown so fast that he is no longer the front of the queue in the class.

"Now I have a lot of troubles in my personality. I used to just stand obediently and be scolded, but now I still stare at me unconvinced, very fierce.

"Sister, don't worry, Song Jing is growing up healthily."

Although Song Ruxuan didn't get an answer, her serious and gentle expression gave Song Zhuangtong a lot of encouragement. He talked nonsense for more than two hours, and all the water poured for Song Ruxuan went into his throat.

The visiting time came to an end, and Song Zhuangtong was a little upset when he was interrupted. He glanced around the simple ward and asked, "Can you usually go out for a walk?"

Song Ruxuan's eyes froze for a moment, then she slowly shook her head.

This small ward has been her only range of activities in the past few years. A room with a lot of blank space can easily cause stagnation of thoughts. Fortunately, there is a rotating clock in the ward, which reminds her of the time in an inconspicuous way. elapsed.The life that was almost the same as the previous day made it easy for her to recall the previous days, repeatedly recalling the details of being hurt in a self-abuse, retching and crying are common, she is like a woman who has been drained of all emotions The doll, now it is only holding on with its last breath.

Seeing that Song Zhuangtong's eyes were slightly red, Song Ruxuan took a deep breath, reached out to cover his hand on the side of the hospital bed, and softly said the first sentence of the day: "Does Song Jing know who his parents are?"

Song Zhuangtong shook his head with red eyes.

Song Ruxuan who got a satisfactory answer gave him a slight smile, her eyes that had been shining since she was a child were now dimmed, and Song Zhuangtong's mature face was reflected in her dull eyes, she seemed to have returned to the unscrupulous resistance of those envious younger brothers in a daze. home days.Being imprisoned in the framework of a good girl for too long, she has never tasted the taste of freedom.

After coming out of Song Ruxuan's ward, Song Zhuangtong went directly to her psychiatrist.

"Why lock her up in the ward? I didn't ask you to imprison her."

The menacing man pushed open the door of the office. The psychiatrist was startled by him. After putting down the pen in his hand, he got up and closed the door of the office. After one incident, we never took Miss Song out again."

Song Zhuangtong frowned: "What's the matter?"

"When the nurse was not paying attention, she picked up a branch on the ground and stuck it in her throat. Although she didn't succeed, it also shocked us a lot. Now our psychological analysis of Ms. Song is not completely effective. Her psychological defense mechanism is better than ours. Much stronger than expected."

"There's a good chance she's pretending to be back to normal, and let's let our guard down and take action to do what she wants to do."

Song Zhuangtong listened with a serious expression on his face. He tightly held a stack of papers handed by the doctor. On it was a picture of Song Ruxuan picking up a branch in the grass and trying to stick it in her throat. The ferocious expression and chaotic scene made Song Zhuangtong's heart sink suddenly— —Several nurses grabbed Song Ruxuan's hand tightly, and a bony hand grabbed one end of the branch that fell on him. Song Zhuangtong was greatly shocked by Song Ruxuan's desperation to die.

"However, the situation has improved a lot now. Ms. Song seems to have let go of her guard and is willing to respond to our treatment. That's why I told you that her condition has improved a lot." Speaking of this, the psychiatrist's expression He relaxed a lot, he squeezed the space between his eyebrows, the condition he was trying to overcome finally loosened, and he was also sincerely happy.

But Song Zhuangtong couldn't be happy at all, seeing those photos made his heart heavy. To Song Ruxuan, the treatment he thought was like a prison from which he could not escape, and if he got a little space, he would end his treatment so cruelly. life……

Xu Shi Song Zhuangtong's expression was too heavy, the doctor couldn't help but comforted him and said, "You don't have to worry too much, psychological treatment is a very long process."

Song Zhuangtong covered his face, breathing heavily, he rubbed his face hard twice, and when he raised his head again, his eyes were already full of red.

Unexpectedly, this visit ended with a heavy heart, Song Zhuangtong left and went to the ward to take another look at Song Ruxuan.

"When can she be transferred back to China for treatment?"

"Are you urgent? The domestic treatment environment may not be better than here."

Song Ruxuan was fiddling with the bouquet of dried flowers in her bosom. She carefully unwrapped the gift box and put it aside. When she lowered her head, her hair covered all her emotions, making it difficult to see her expression clearly.

Song Zhuangtong said in a low voice: "There is someone I really want her to meet."

"Then why don't you bring him here?"

Song Zhuangtong pursed his lips and did not answer, his heart was already filled with turbulent emotions.

Song Zhuangtong didn't have the courage to gamble with two ships that could explode at any time.

After the plane landed, Wen Yan came to pick him up in person. Song Zhuangtong's solemn expression made Wen Yan frowned slightly, and he endured the whole journey without asking any more questions. When he got downstairs, Wen Yan turned off the car, and asked softly: " Are there any problems?"

Song Zhuangtong embraced him wordlessly, the familiar temperature made Song Zhuangtong regain a sense of security, Wen Yan hugged him back silently, and only then did his heavy heart find a moment of peace.

Wen Yan patted Song Zhuangtong's shoulder lightly. The rare Song Zhuangtong who showed weakness made him feel a little distressed. The soft kiss fell on the side of Song Zhuangtong's neck. A hug can bring a lot of silent warmth.Realizing that the arms holding him were getting tighter and tighter, Wen Yan had difficulty breathing. He raised his head, wrapped around Song Zhuangtong's waist, and rubbed his cheeks against Song Zhuangtong's neck, breathing softly and rapidly.

"Is the hoop uncomfortable?" Song Zhuangtong asked after relaxing a little.

Wen Yan gasped and laughed softly, "It's because the smell of cigarettes on your body is too strong."

Song Zhuangtong hugged him silently for a while, then Wen Yan said again: "I won't scold you this time, I must be careful next time."

Song Zhuangtong's muffled laughter came from his ears, and then he said, "Got it, Mr. Wen."

On the opening day of Wen Yan’s store, both Yu Yi and Changyu were there. The ribbon-cutting ceremony was very simple. After the opening, the business was not very good. If you have time, stay on the second floor to find a book and take a serious look.

Wen Yan still felt a little disappointed about this matter: "It feels like the second floor is designed for nothing, and there are no customers going upstairs."

"Everyone has to go to work on weekdays, and there is no time to read and rest." Zhang Yu said with relief, "It will be fine until the weekend."

"Oh, by the way, Liang Yi said that he can come to work as a summer job during the summer vacation. Go and help him see if there is a cheaper house to rent."

Zhang Yu waved his hand and said, "It's fine to just live in my house. Why rent a house? How much money can he earn for a summer vacation? It's all spent on renting a house."

Wen Yan nodded in satisfaction and said, "Okay, I'll just wait for you to say this."

"Why don't you let him live in your house?"

Wen Yan said, "My house is not very convenient."

Zhang Yu: "?"

"No, it's just that Liang Yi is a little afraid of Song Zhuangtong, he must be very uncomfortable living in my house."

Zhang Yu couldn't help laughing at these words: "Why is that guy Song Zhuangtong hated by everyone? Oh, by the way, what about others?"

"I don't know, weren't you still here just now?"

Wen Yan scanned around the store, just as Song Zhuangtong came down from the second floor after making a phone call, his expression froze instantly after seeing Song Zhuangtong's solemn and sinister expression.

There is bad news.

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I'm not a professional, so all the mental illnesses in this article are designed privately as a plot service. I hope everyone will forgive me.