Give the slag and accept the end

Zhou Bei had nothing to do today, so he followed Su Ying to the company after the live broadcast.Su Ying had a lot of things to deal with, and he spent the whole afternoon without drinking a sip of water for two hours, and barely took a breath until it was almost time to get off work.

During this period, Zhou Bei had been sitting on the sofa in the lounge reading quietly. He was reading the financial magazines in Su Ying’s office. Apart from eating and sleeping, there is not even a common topic to chat with.

On the way home, Zhou Bei proposed to go to a nearby barber shop to have his hair cut.

"Are you going to have your hair cut?" Su Ying was a little surprised.

"Well, I want to cut it short."

"Why do you suddenly want to cut it short? Didn't you say you like long hair?" Most of the children who study art are more unusual, and many of them have long hair. He asked Zhou Bei why he had long hair before, and Zhou Bei replied that he didn't like cutting it Head, so he didn't ask any more questions.It is normal for a different kind of child to have different ideas, and he has always been very tolerant of this.

"Actually, I don't like long hair, I just..." He pursed his lips.

"Just what?"

Zhou Bei looked slightly embarrassed, and smiled sheepishly: "I'm just a little afraid of cutting my hair." After a pause, he continued; "When I was young, my mother...she always cut my hair, and she would cut it when she was unhappy. , Sometimes I accidentally pull it up, maybe it’s because I’m afraid.”

Hearing this, Su Ying, who was driving, turned his head and glanced at him, and found that there was no worrying expression on his face, then turned his head and continued to drive.

"You weren't five years old then, were you?"

"No, I was three or four years old. My mother sent me to my father when I was five years old."

After the woman sent him to Zhou Jianping's community, she gave him a small schoolbag to carry, and told him to let him live with his father in the future, and his father would treat him very well and buy him candy.As he spoke, he stuffed a photo into his hand and told him to give the photo to his father, who would take him home.

【don't want. 】

He never went to kindergarten since he was a child, and grew up to the age of five in the small ten-square-meter room rented by his mother.Because he hardly played with other children, his language skills were extremely poor, and he barely learned to speak until he was three years old.

Other children can sing, dance and tell tongue twisters when they are five years old, but he has just learned the ordinary words of expressing wishes.

【Mom, don't. 】

When his mother hugged him to threaten Zhou Jianping, he had seen this "father" a few times, and he was very fierce in his impression. His expression was the same as when his mother cut his hair with scissors, very scary.

【Mother. 】At that time, he was small, very dull, not very good at crying or laughing, and he couldn't even speak a long sentence. He only knew to pull the woman's skirt to tell her not to leave.

The woman ignored him and still brought him to the gate of Zhou Jianping's villa area.This time she didn't say anything about her father, she just said that she was going to buy candy and would be back in a while, and asked him to stand there and wait for her, not to wander around, otherwise she wouldn't give him candy.

He seldom saw that woman so gentle, and rarely ate sweet candies, so when he was young, he foolishly believed her words, forgot what happened before, and stood motionless waiting for her.

After waiting for a long time, it was so long that even he understood that his mother would not come back.

"She told me to stand still and wait for her, not to wander around." Zhou Bei looked out the window at a woman squatting on the ground teasing a child, "I didn't wander around, but I didn't wait for her either."

"That woman is not worthy to be your mother."

Having arrived at the barber shop, Su Ying found a parking space and parked the car carefully.Turn off the engine, unfasten the seat belt, turn on the lights, "Get out of the car."

Zhou Bei didn't get out of the car immediately, he still looked out of the car window at the mother and daughter leaving hand in hand, he didn't want to blink his eyes.Su Ying followed his gaze and immediately didn't know what to say.

It wasn't until the mother and daughter walked far away that they could no longer see their figures, Zhou Bei turned around and smiled at him.

"I know, but I only have one mother."

"You mean Zhou Bei doesn't cooperate with the treatment? Wasn't it good before?"

Since Zhou Bei's aphasia, he has been receiving psychotherapy, which is once a week until now.

"Yes, it was not bad before, although it was very slow, but at least it was cooperative."

"Then... is he not cooperating now?"

"Yes, he has learned to 'answer questions' now. He is a very smart kid, and he knows how to answer questions step by step. At the beginning, he didn't 'answer' the questions completely. Even I lied to him, thinking that his state has recovered. Quite a few, but in the next few times, he would improve every time he 'answered the questions', until the last time, he answered almost all the questions correctly."

Su Ying frowned: "You mean, he hasn't got all the 'right' answers yet?"

"Yes, I guess he may have read some psychology books and knew the direction and significance of each option, so he deliberately chose the correct answer. It's just that he is not a professional after all, and he doesn't know the diagnosis and treatment of each mental illness. The length of the healing process, or he really rejects psychological intervention and is eager to get rid of it, so the progress bar of the 'disease cure' has been accelerated."

If you don't hold your breath, you will succeed in revealing your secrets.

The doctor said: "If from the first obvious 'progress', it has failed four consecutive treatments, you know, if the patient does not cooperate, there is nothing we can do, is there something that recently happened to stimulate him thing?"

"Recently? Recently, I don't know. His condition has always been good. He talks and laughs. He occasionally tells me something in his heart and chats with me. He no longer holds back and doesn't say anything like before. It's just..."

"Just what?"

Su Ying thought of how Zhou Bei vomited and his face turned pale after the haircut when he took Zhou Bei to have his hair cut yesterday, and said, "He seems to be very afraid of getting his hair cut."

After a pause, he added, "To be precise, it was the fear of cutting his hair. He said that when he was young, before he was about five years old, her mother cut his hair when she was angry, which may have left a psychological shadow on him."

The doctor said: "This may also be the reason for his current mental state, but what you said was yesterday, and he has not cooperated with the treatment for a month."

Su Ying's face was solemn: "I know, I will talk to him when I go back."

When he got home, he told Zhou Bei about it at the dinner table.

Zhou Bei listened to him carefully while eating, without denying it.After waiting for him to finish speaking, he said: "It's not that I don't want to cooperate with the treatment, it's just that my aphasia has recovered, and I don't think it's necessary to continue."

"The doctor said that your previous aphasia was caused by excessive mental stimulation, and it was just an introduction to the concentrated outbreak of various psychological problems. Aphasia is only a superficial phenomenon, and what is more important is your mental state."

"I don't think I have a problem." Zhou Bei denied.

"How do you know there isn't one?"

"I just know, I know my own psychology, I don't have a big problem, and it's not as serious as what he said." He spoke so firmly that Su Ying couldn't help frowning.

Zhou Bei seldom talked back to him like this, it can be said that he almost never did, and suddenly he was not used to it, and also a little unhappy.He held back his breath: "Continue."

"He always asked me about my childhood, my father, my mother, and I said I didn't want to mention it, so he asked me to draw a house, my imagined home." Zhou Bei's emotions suddenly became agitated, "What house, I don't have a home, where did I get a home!"

While speaking, he stood up suddenly, took two deep breaths, said "I'm sorry", and then hurriedly picked up the dishes and went to the kitchen to wash them.

Su Ying was frightened by him and was stunned for a long time.It was the second time he saw Zhou Bei showing such excitement, the first time was in Zhou Bei's dormitory, when he coerced him to move out to live with him.

He looked at the kitchen with complicated eyes, always feeling that something was wrong with Zhou Bei.

After a while, when Zhou Bei came out after washing the dishes, he had recovered his calm.He was watching the news in the living room, and when he saw someone coming out, he waved to Zhou Bei: "Come and watch TV together."

Zhou Bei walked over and sat next to him. He held him in his arms and watched TV quietly without saying a word.After watching for a while, Zhou Bei suddenly opened his mouth.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to yell at you like that."

Su Ying said, "It's okay, I don't care about that."

"I just don't want to mention my father and mother to outsiders. I think they will laugh at me. If it were you, I wouldn't react like this."

"Then do you answer everything I ask you?" Su Ying asked.

"Ah."

Su Ying turned off the TV and put down the remote control panel, and sat down face to face with him: "Then let me ask you, why do you say you don't have a home? Isn't this your home? Or do you still think of me as your home? "

Hearing his question, Zhou Bei blushed for a moment, but recovered soon.

"It was my slip of the tongue. I didn't think this was my home. I just said that I didn't have my parents' home."

"is it?"

"Yes."

Su Ying hugged him, and whispered in his ear: "Yes, just remember, your home is where I am."

That night, he fell asleep.In the dream, he saw his elder brother Zhou Jiang whom he hadn't remembered for a long time. Zhou Jiang was very angry and yelled at him while pushing him out of the door.

"This is my dad, not your dad!"

"This is my home, not yours!"

After he was kicked out of the house, he cried heart-rendingly, ran and ran, and suddenly bumped into someone's arms.Looking up, it was Su Ying.

He suddenly seemed to have grasped a life-saving straw, and hugged Zhu Ying tightly.

"Brother, brother, take me home, please take me home!"

Su Ying hugged him as he wished, he thought, in this world, only Su Ying loves him, only Su Ying, and no one else.

As soon as the scene changed, he returned to his and his uncle's home, where there was a white puppy named Chanchan, dozing on the ground; there was also a brand new piano placed in the corner of the living room.

The soft light from the window came in, warming the room.Even his heart became warm, and an atmosphere of peace and happiness surrounded the surroundings.

"We're home!" He cried and laughed happily, tiptoeing to kiss his uncle, but was suddenly pushed away by a pair of arms.

He was pushed back several steps and fell to the ground.

"Brother?" He raised his head blankly, and looked at the person who pushed him away with some doubts.

I saw Su Ying's face was indifferent, looking down at him condescendingly: "This is not your home."

He stopped breathing all of a sudden, and forced a smile: "Brother, what are you talking about? Didn't you say that the place where you are is my home?"

"Really?" Su Ying tilted her head, as if she couldn't remember.

"Yes." He crawled forward, wanting to get closer to Su Ying, but Su Ying also took a step back abruptly, and this retreat changed the scene.

In a blink of an eye, he came outside the door, while Su Ying stood inside the door, smiled at him politely and strangely, and pressed his hand on the doorknob to close the door.

"No, no, brother, brother, don't close the door!" He rushed over to hold the door, almost going crazy, "No, brother, this is my home, you said this is my home, you can't do this, Brother! Let me in, please let me in!"

Su Ying's hand closing the door paused: "Your home?"

While weeping, he showed a flattering expression: "Yes, brother, you said it, this is my home, you said it, have you forgotten?"

Su Ying thought for a while: "I haven't forgotten."

His heart suddenly flew up: "Brother..."

Su Ying looked at him and suddenly laughed.

"But, what I said...are all deceiving you."

His tears fell all of a sudden, and he watched the man in the door wailing, crying until he couldn't speak.

And the person inside the door just leaned against the door and watched him cry, with a mocking smile hanging from the corner of his mouth, as if he was watching a well-performed clown in a leisurely manner.

Finally, he had seen enough.

"Excuse me, can I close the door now?"

He couldn't say no.So the door was closed.