And I ran with my life in a long corridor, and behind me was a dead body.
Just as no nightmare has begun, I do not know why I am here. All I can do is run.
One side of the corridor was a closed door, the other side was a window, each covered by red curtains.
Through red curtains, the light dazzles the entire corridor into dark red.
One.
Turn around a corner and I run to the end of the hall.
I had to turn the doorknob in the room, but it didn’t open.
The dead screamed and approached, and the smell came.
I closed my eyes when I was desperate.
I didn’t feel the pain of being bit, but I heard a noise.
Open your eyes and I saw a dead body rotting in the head with a baseball bat.
“Come with me. I’m sorry.
He’s got a baseball bat in his right hand and my hand in his left hand.
I followed him forward with my beating heart and the horrible corpse.
Not far away, a door in front was slowly pushed and a hand reached out with blood.
He let go of my hand and turned the nearest doorknob.
Fortunately, the door was opened and red light covered the room.
We went in and locked the door.
Two.
He was carrying a baseball bat, checked every corner of the room and found no dead bodies.
I’m relieved to take a look at this room, it’s like a fancy hotel room.
A wooden dresser, a soft bed and a sofa, a clean one, the only window is covered with red curtains.
I sat on the couch and my hands and feet were shaking.
Are you okay? Are you hurt?
I shook my head and said, “How do you know my name? I’m sorry.
He said, “Don’t you know me? I’m Zhou Lin. I’m sorry.
I looked at him, in his twenties, almost as old as me. He’s tall and handsome, but he looks very strange.
I have some headaches, painfully holding the forehead, but I feel a drum bag.
“You’ve had a head injury, you must have hit it when you ran away. I’m sorry.
He said he’d double it in the house and found a medical box that would simply disinfect me.
He softly pulled my hair and made my face a little hot.
I said, “What is this place?” I’m sorry.
He said, “A full-blown outbreak of mortuary virus, a group of our survivors escaped into this castle-style hotel, and we both met during the asylum period. Soon after, someone in the castle was infected with the mortuary virus, the castle soon fell, and we were the last survivors. I’m sorry.
I frowned for half a day and still have no impression of what he said.
I’m dry and I reach out to get the red glasses on the table.
Don’t move! “He’s squeezing.
I got scared, pulled back, looked at him.
He had a mild face that suddenly became grotesque.
“Don’t touch anything red in the house. He says, “I’m not going to be able to do it.”
“Why?”
“Don’t ask why! I’m sorry.
“What about that? I’m sorry.
He stares straight at me and blinks. Red light shines on his face and looks like a ghost.
He moved his lips, slowly spit out a few words.
“You absolutely don’t want to know. I’m sorry.
He was sweating in my shirt and suddenly he was smiling.
And he took another green cup, and he carried a bucket full of mineral water, and handed it to me, and said, “Be good, drink with it.” I’m sorry.
Then he poured water into the red cup and took a sip.
I hold the green cup. I wonder why he can use it, but he dares not ask.
3
We searched the room and found a lot of cans, condensed cookies and bread, enough for a few days.
It’s getting darker through the red light of the curtains.
We were exhausted, and the grass ate something and laid down on the bed.
A slight snoring came soon, and my consciousness became blurred.
“Don’t sleep. A strong, magnetic voice from a woman.
I opened my eyes and looked at Zhou Lin, and he still fell asleep and seemed to hear nothing.
“Go to the basement and find a red door so you can escape. The sound is coming again.
I’ve identified the source of this sound, which seems to be right next to me.
I put my hand in the pocket and touched a red bear hanging.
“Don’t sleep. Find the red door. I’m sorry.
The sound is from the bear’s hanging.
I said, “But Zhou Lin won’t let me touch the red stuff.” I’m sorry.
“Don’t believe him! Otherwise you’ll never get out. If you don’t believe me, open the curtains and look out the window. I’m sorry.
I looked at the bear’s case in detail and found nothing special, but I felt familiar.
I put the bear back in my pocket, looked at the sleeping forest, and looked at the red curtains.
What’s outside the curtains?
And We went to the underground bed with my hands and feet, and reached out to the windows, and pulled the curtains.
His hand had not touched the curtains, but there was a man’s voice behind him.
Chen Moon, what are you doing?
I turned in a panic and stood behind me without knowing when.
In the dark, I can’t see his face, but I feel suffocating oppression.
I can’t help but cry back.
Zhou Lin choked my neck before his body hit the curtains and dumped me aside.
My back hit on the dresser, it hurts.
“Why don’t you listen to me? Why do you have to touch something red? I’m sorry.
I stood up hard with the dresser, looking at the moment of Zhou Lin, and the blood in my body was almost secured by fear.
Zhou Lin’s eyes send out a dark red light, and the larger his mouth, his mouth is stretched to the back of his ear, and two rows of sharp teeth appear.
“Do you like seeing me like this? I’m sorry.
“No, no, no. “I can’t say anything with my voice shaking.
“Why did you touch the red stuff? * He yelled at me with a loud voice *
“Aah!”
I shouted, lost consciousness.
4
When I woke up, I found myself in bed, covered in covers.
Zhou Lin is sitting on the sofa, eating cans with spoons, as if nothing had happened.
He saw me waking up and said, “Get up and wash up and come and eat the chicken canned. I’m sorry.
I sat up with my head and doubted that last night’s horror was just a nightmare.
I’m a little thirsty and I walk to the table and I want a glass of water.
Suddenly, I felt a cold back, like someone was staring at me.
I turned my head and looked at Zhou Lin’s eyes.
“Why are you looking at me like that? I’m sorry.
“Let me see if you remember which cup to drink. I’m sorry.
I’ve got a cold sweat on my forehead and my fingers are shaking to pick up green glasses.
Zhou Lin showed a smile and bowed and continued to eat canned.
I walked into the bathroom and pulled up my clothes in the mirror, and I was told that last night was not a dream.
The next day, as long as I don’t get close to the red stuff, Zhou Lin will be fine.
As long as I get close to red things, be they cups, curtains or murals, be they heartless or deliberate, he will stare at me dead and faceless.
I sat on the sofa, so I couldn’t walk so easily, so I talked to him.
5
It’s been a long day, like a year, and the red light outside the window finally fades.
Zhou Lin felt a little hot and went into the bathroom to shower.
The water was ringing, and then I heard the woman coming out of her pocket.
“Go to the basement and find the red door. I’m sorry.
I’m a little hesitant to think of Zhou Lin’s anger to mutation.
“It’s too late. Do you want to be stuck here forever? I’m sorry.
That last sentence inspired me to rise from the bottom of my heart and soon dominated my actions.
I took the baseball bat and opened the door and ran out.
I just went out, and I had some regrets because the hallway was so creepy.
The dark red light, the darkness, the corpses that could be at any time, made me want to retreat.
“Go ahead, don’t look back. You can’t stay here forever. The women’s voice is ringing again.
I bit my teeth, closed the door, and went to the end of the hall.
Turn around a corner and I was stopped by a rotting zombie. It is covered in coagulated blood, and fat maggots in grey eyes are creeping.
I turned back in a panic and found Zhou Lin coming to me step by step, with red light coming out of my eyes.
Where do you want to go?
I didn’t have a choice. On its head, stinking blood splattered me.
I kept going, and I finally saw the stairwell going down.
I ran down, floor by floor.
I was panting and the stairs were like there was no end.
“Where are you going? Zhou Lin’s voice suddenly came from below the stairs.
I stopped and held the stairwells in fear.
Footsteps are coming down the stairs, echoing between the narrow stairs, each of which is like stepping on my broken heart.
I looked up at the endless stairs and biting my teeth and going down because I couldn’t stay here forever. I have to get out of here.
Turning around the corner of the stairs, I met Zhou Lin, almost with a dying heart, and threw a baseball bat at him.
He was much more vulnerable than I thought, and he rolled his head down in blood.
I daren’t stop, run down fast.
Three or four more floors. I finally saw the end of the stairs.
There is a small room, and there is a visible red door on the wall.
I did not hesitate to run over, hold on to the cold doorknob and press down.
Six.
Chen Yuk, finally found you. Didn’t you say to leave after school? Come with me. “The girl in the middle school uniform can’t help but hold my hand.
I found myself wearing a middle school uniform and carrying a school bag.
Looking back, it’s a familiar school building where the red door disappears.
The girl dragged me out of the school building and went to the garden near the back door of the school, where the light car followed the trail and went around behind the fake hill, surrounded by three girls.
Chan Moon, you’re finally here. One of the girls laughed at me.
They set aside a way for me, and I saw a girl crouching on a fake hill.
She was all wet, her face was buried on her knees and her hair was wet and covered.
A girl kicked on her feet, and she was all wet, and she turned up, and she laughed, and said to me, “It’s your turn. I’m sorry.
I hesitated to say, “This is not a good idea. I’m sorry.
Four girls lost their smiles at the same time, staring at me in the dark, looking straight at me and reminding me of Zhou Lin.
“Are you going to repent? Do you still think we’re friends? I’m sorry.
An infamous panic surrounded me, and We made the devil walk towards the girl on the ground.
The girl suddenly looked up and showed a swollen face.
She looks like she’s been in the water for a long time, and the large skin of her face has fallen off, showing the swelling of white flowers.
One of her eyes is only blood-stained white, while the other is staring at me.
I took a breath, and I got scared back.
The red light came out of the eyes of the four girls at the same time, and they slowly approached me and said with anger:
“Why betray us? Aren’t we more important than a one-eyed snake? I’m sorry.
I was so scared I ran away and my feet were squeezing.
7
I ran through a little road, I walked around a flower jar, but I couldn’t get out of this little garden.
And We were exhausted, and we were not able to take heed of the sharp branches and the sharp thorns, and We entered the thick bushes.
The blood flowed through the scratched arm, and I gnawed my teeth off and drilled.
It was not until the thick branches completely blocked the light from the outside that I dared to stop and sit on the floor and breathe.
Chen Moon, where are you? As long as you come out, we will forgive you. I’m sorry.
And the footsteps and the shouts were drawn from a distance and from afar.
And I sat still, and it was not until the sunset, that I came out slowly, and it was clear that I would stand and get cold.
There was a small pond in front of me, and a wet girl was facing me on her back, sitting by the pond and combing her wet long hair with her finger.
I held my breath, slowly retreated, hoping to sneak back into the bush.
However, my body has a wet, hairy thing on it.
I turned my head slowly, but I found that the bush had turned into a continuous wet hair.
My hair’s wrapped in my hands and feet, my cheeks rubbing in my cheeks, and it’s fragranced into my nose.
The girl by the river turned around, smiled at me and showed her a white and rotten tooth.
My hair covered me and moved towards her and stopped in front of her.
And her one-eyed eyes were staring at me, and she said, “Let me comb my hair.” I’m sorry.
My hair, which is all around my limbs, is loose and my neck is chained by one.
I shivered, I found a comb in the bag, and I combed her hair.
Her hair is so messy, it can’t be combed.
My hand shakes and pulls a string of hair.
The smile disappeared from her face, and she said, “You should feel the suffocation like me. I’m sorry.
The hair of the neck was so tight that it threw me in the pool.
I went down into the pool and the water poured into my lungs.
8
I opened my eyes and found myself sitting on the sofa at home, and animated pictures were being shown on television.
Just a dream?
I raised my hand to rub my eyes, but I saw my hand so small that I looked down and found myself wearing a little school uniform and a red scarf.
In the kitchen, there was an argument between Mom and Grandma.
Mom said, “Summer’s hot, and it’s time for the green bean soup. I’m sorry.
Grandma said, “He’s been out there working hard for so long that he shouldn’t have eaten the cold and should have made rice. I’m sorry.
They were always arguing over a small matter, and they were talking more and more, and they were about to argue.
Grandma said, “Let’s ask the moon, what the moon wants, and what we do.” I’m sorry.
Mom and Grandma walked into the living room and stood in front of me and blocked the animation.
Mom asked, “Moon, do you want rice congee or green bean soup?” Looks like you’re sweaty or green bean soup. I’m sorry.
Grandma said, “The moon’s stomach is bad and the rice porridge warms. I’m sorry.
They looked at me, and their faces were filled with sweet smiles, but I saw from the depths of their eyes a bright red light.
“I… I can. I said, little hands hold the sofa arm.
Mom wrinkled and said, “What can we do now? I’m sorry.
Her eyes are getting red.
When the phone rings, Mom goes to the phone and I just relax a little.
“Hey, honey, where are we? I’m cooking with your mom. I made you a big chicken. You want rice congee or green bean soup? I’m sorry.
The closed memories flashed, and I remember, the day Dad died in a car accident.
I went over there, grabbed Mom’s arm, grabbed a cell phone from her hand and cried out, “Daddy, don’t take that cab!” Get down! Get down!
“Did the moon miss Dad?” Summer’s hot, you can…”
The sound of impact came, Dad’s voice stopped.
“How are you?” I cried with a cry.
The end of the phone was dead, and the phone slipped from my hand and fell on the ground.
9
There was a knock, Grandma knocked, and a policeman came in.
He waved his mother and whispered to them.
Grandma almost sat on the floor and was held by the police.
Mom said with her voice, “Moon and Moon, you stay at home and we’ll go out.” I’m sorry.
And as soon as the door was closed, I heard a sad cry.
I lost all my strength, sat on the floor, staring at my shoes. Their eyes are dry, but they cannot shed a tear.
I don’t know how long it took that magnetic woman to break my stagnating state.
“Go to your room, open the bottom drawer of the closet. I’m sorry.
I stood up hard, moved into my room, and the clean single bed was a yellow closet.
I’ve got my finger in the bottom drawer, and an incomprehensible sense of pain spreads from the bottom of my heart.
My fingers started shaking, and it was too late to pull the drawer.
The gloom of mourning came suddenly from the bedroom door.
I walked out of my room, and the living room had been set up as a temple and a coffin was parked in the centre.
There were leftovers on the table and black gauze on both sides.
My mother and my grandmother sat on the couch and wept, and came to me with my aunt, who was sitting next to me, and gave me a white turban, saying, “Take it on, and relatives will come to mourn.” I’m sorry.
I was in a familiar nightmare, sitting next to my mother and grandmother, watching a wave of relatives come to mourn, crying and singing.
“Go to your room, open the bottom drawer of the closet. The women’s voice is again ringing.
I sat still because I didn’t want to run away or find out the truth.
I just want to stay with Dad and look back at his voice.
“There’s your unique farewell in the drawer. I’m sorry.
And it touched my secret heart, and two lines of tears came out of my dry eyes.
I stood up, but for the next second, everyone stopped the offerings and the tears, turned their heads at me, and the red light went on.
I was angry with the fear that engulfed me.
Why am I so scared when I see this weird red light?
“I’ll go to the bathroom.” I’m sorry.
I walked into the bathroom, closed the door, and my room was close to the toilet.
I took a deep breath, opened the door and ran to my room.
Everyone came to me, but I ran into the bedroom before them and locked the door.
I went to the closet, and the door was ringing.
I no longer hesitated to pull out of the bottom drawer and show a red dress with a red bear hanging on its waist.
10
I opened not just a drawer, but a painful memory.
My grandfather left early, and Grandma didn’t make much money and raised his father on her own. So, her feelings for her dad were so deep, she almost looked at him as a caregiver.
After the parents were married, the in-laws were very difficult and they were always fighting for their father in various ways.
Dad was in a difficult position to respond with increasingly frequent travel and overtime.
So, the struggle has turned into a struggle for control over me, as if it was better to me than to try who.
Such a family environment makes me depressed, and sometimes I want to be closer to a more loving and generous father, but it makes my mother angry. Because she’s the one who took care of me, and Dad’s like a handshake.
In the spring when I was eight, my dad was on a two-month trip, which would have him miss my upcoming birthday.
He went to the mall with his mother to pick my birthday present in advance. Mom looked at a guacamole, and Dad thought a red dress was very pretty and convinced her to buy it.
I’m surprised by the beauty of my little princess’s dreams with a beautiful bouquet, a lovely little bear with a big dress.
Dad was happy to say, “When I get back on a business trip, I’ll see the moon in a red dress.” I’m sorry.
As Dad came home closer and closer, I took off my uniform every night, put on a red dress and rotated in front of the mirror.
Because this is my favorite birthday present from my dad.
However, Dad was in a car accident on his way home, and Grandma and Mom cried to faint, and aunt stayed at my house to help with the situation.
I looked at everything, and I just felt it wasn’t true, but it was a nightmare that would wake up.
Just as I was never a child to cry or to express my affection to my father, my emotional expression was prevented from coming out of tears.
On the last day of the funeral, I suddenly realized that Dad’s body was about to be removed and that he would never see me in a red dress again.
So that morning I went out of the bedroom in a red dress.
“Do you have a conscience?” Dad’s dead and you’re wearing a red dress! I’m sorry.
My mother covered the heart and said, “Are you trying to kill me for being an orphan?” I’m sorry.
Grandma said, “Grandma’s old, are you trying to piss me off? Get changed! I’m sorry.
I was scared to rush into the bedroom and shivering in the bed.
On several occasions, I heard my aunt say to other relatives, “This child has no conscience, his father died, his tears were not dropped, and this morning she wore a red dress, a natural cold-blooded animal. I’m sorry.
I was an eight-year-old kid who didn’t understand the ritual of a funeral. I just wanted to show my dad my red dress.
Since then, the red dress has been lying in the bottom drawer of the closet and has never been worn.
When Dad died, Mom and Grandma completely moved the fight to me.
I tried to be good, to learn and to be as satisfied as possible.
The worst thing to fear about a child dying in early years is losing.
Mom’s heart is bad, Grandma’s old, and I’ll kill them if I don’t, which is my worst nightmare, and they always ask me to listen.
Eleven.
I touched the red dress and cried.
The door knock stopped. I opened the door. There was no one in the living room.
I put on a red dress and now I can say goodbye to Dad in my own way.
Through the glass casket, I saw my father lying in peace, as if he was asleep and could open his eyes at any time and call me Moon with my hair.
“Dad, I’m not born cold. I just want you to see my red dress. You bought it for me. It’s my favorite birthday present. * I’m down on the coffin and I’m whispering *
And the tears fell down, and We went from weeping to weeping.
I bid farewell not only to my father, but also to the oppressive and painful childhood. I don’t want to worry about Mom and Dad who’s right or who’s wrong. I just want to say goodbye to the past.
I didn’t know how long I cried, and when I was drying my eyes and raised my head, I saw a water door next to the couch. It’s shaped like a square in which the water waves go with the sun.
“You’ve finished your farewell, and now it’s time to move on. “The woman’s voice still comes from a bear hanging between her waist.
I didn’t have to rush her this time.
12
From childhood to adolescence, I was always afraid of Mom and Grandma getting angry. As long as they have signs of anger, even if they just stare at me, I’m afraid.
Worse still, I brought this fear and submissiveness to other relationships.
In secondary school, I had four good friends, and five of us formed a small group.
One of the girls was called Liu Jing, and she was so big, I always listened to her.
There was a girl named Qiu Yuan in the class whose left eye was pierced by a thorn in an accident. She was isolated from her class because of her ugly left eye, her hair and her low self.
After one shift, Qiu and Qiu shared the table and found that she was gentle and kind and was getting closer.
My hair is also a roll, and I’ve been fighting with my hair for years, and I’m very good at it.
I helped her comb her hair, taught her how to do her hair and gave her a hairdresser.
I am increasingly close to Qiu Qiu, who are extremely unhappy with Liu Jing.
“You know why we hate her, why we’re friends with her, and she’s not as important as the four of us? I’m sorry.
“If you don’t cut her off, you lose all our trust! I’m sorry.
“If you don’t stay away from her, wait for her to be isolated!” I’m sorry.
Faced with their anger and accusations, I was caught in great panic and suffering.
Fear of anger and fear of losing is my biggest weakness.
I can’t help but be angry with Qiu and want to go back to my life before I met her.
After another transfer, Qiu and Qiu were no longer at the same table, and gradually cut off from her.
But Liu Jing felt it wasn’t enough.
She said, “Although you have made up for your mistakes, there is a crack in our trust, and you must prove to us your resolve. I’m sorry.
They pushed Qiu to the back of the fake hill, punched and kicked her and asked me to do the same.
I hesitated, I struggled, but I was more afraid of them being angry.
In my subconscious, as long as people get angry, something really bad happens.
It’s like when they look red, they turn into monsters that destroy me.
So I did something that made me regret forever.
The next day, Qiu Yuan committed suicide in the pond and would have drowned if found later.
After she got out of the hospital, she was transferred, and I never saw her again.
Liu Jing did not feel guilty, but said that Qiu was a poor person and had poor psychological capacity.
I was caught in a deep sense of blame and guilt, thinking that I had killed an innocent girl.
Thereafter, I used to maim myself and cut a wound on my arm with a blade, and watched the blood flowing so that I felt that my sins had been reduced by one point.
13
In my middle school uniform, I appeared in the school garden, with my hand in my pocket, and I touched a familiar bear hanging.
When I picked up a thick branch and went to the fake mountain, Liu Jing was punching Qiu and kicking and tearing her hair.
I went over there and I hit the hand holding Qiu’s hair.
Liu Jing cried out, staring at me with anger, with the red light of anger in his eyes, and saying, “How dare you do this, Chen Moon?” You still think of me as your friend? I’m sorry.
I looked at the red light in her eyes and felt nothing but deep boredness, laughing: “I have no friend like you.” I’m sorry.
Saying, We waved out the sticks again, and the four of them retreated in panic and exchanged their eyes, and ran away.
And We lifted up the top of the earth, and she looked down, and her fingers kept scratching and scratching and humid hair.
I took out a comb from the bag and carefully brushed her hair.
Soon, black hair leans on the shoulder.
“Sorry. I choked, “I should have done it. I’m sorry.
Qiu Ying raised his head and looked at me, with tears in his one-eyed eyes.
She pulled my hand, went through the garden, headed for the school building.
A red door appeared on the wall of the school building.
She pulled the door open and waved at me.
I also waved at her and walked firmly into the door.
Bye, Qiu Won.
14
After Qiu’s transfer, I became extremely depressed and isolated, and became increasingly alienated from Liu Jing, with only one school in the second.
When I was in college, I was isolated by my roommates because of my sexual isolation and completely disappointed with my humanity, as if the people around me were ready to hurt my corpse.
In the meantime, I talked to a good boyfriend.
But his tenderness and kindness, which did not satisfy me, contributed to my anxiety and we broke up very quickly.
Then I met Zhou Lin and fell in love with him and moved out of the dorm to live with him.
Zhou Lin’s mood is unstable, he’s nice to me when he’s happy, he punches and kicks me when he’s angry.
He told me that it was because I was so angry that everyone wanted to deceive me and only he really loved me.
But I think of this unhealthy relationship as love, trapped in it.
Because in my past experience, love feels controlled.
And because I feel too guilty about Qiu Yuan and believe that I am guilty, the punching on my body will give me a moment of peace of conscience.
15
I stood in the basement and looked deep at the red door, where there was a past I did not want to face, and it was time to get out of it.
I followed the stairs all the way up to the dark corridor.
A group of zombies approached me, and the front was Zhou Lin.
And he saw a red light of anger in his eyes, and said: “Sun Moon, be punished for what you have done. I’m sorry.
And We did not turn away from him, looking in his eyes, and went to him step by step, saying, “I know that I have done something wrong, but this is not a reason for you to control me.” I’m sorry.
And he paused and said, “How dare you speak to me like this?” I’m sorry.
And I went on and said: “Why do you demonize this world and force me to believe only in you?” I’m sorry.
The red light in his eyes disappeared, and his face retreated in a panic.
And I stretched out my hand to draw the curtains, and said, “I have the right to choose because this is my life.” I’m sorry.
“Don’t touch red things! * He’s screaming *
I lifted the red curtains and the sun was bright outside.
The warm sun lighted the corridors and dispersed the dark red. Both the dead and Zhou Lin screamed into red smoke and disappeared.
16
I opened my eyes on the bed of the university dormitory and I had tears on my face.
I close my eyes and I want to go back to my dreams and look at Dad and Qiu.
Such an effort is doomed to futility and the past cannot be pursued, and it is time to move forward.
I opened my eyes again and looked at the time on the phone at 7:00 in the morning.
Today is the first day after my psychological consultations.
A week ago, Zhou Lin and I broke up and moved back to school.
In second grade, I switched dormitories, and now I’m in peace with my roommates.
I woke up to wash, and my roommate said to me, “Moon, help me see which dress is better for the post-school science interview.” I’m sorry.
We pick clothes and laugh.
After choosing our clothes, we went to the cafeteria to have breakfast and set foot in the morning sun and breeze.
Such a simple university life was once a dream I could never dream of, because in the past I was afraid even to speak to people and panicfully avoid all eye contact.
During the school year of physical education, Zhang Zhang Zhang Zhang, a girl from the Institute of Psychology, accidentally found wounds on my body, some from beatings by Zhou Lin, and some from self-inflicted injuries.
After hearing about me, she did not feel like I was suffering from myself, as others did, but convinced me to see a psychologist.
After three months of psychotherapy, I knew that I could do what I thought, without fear of anger.
The better way of atonement was to treat those around you well, rather than to sentence themselves to life imprisonment, with constant self-abuse.
So I was able to choose the future, to continue crying in my own cage, or to accept the big steps of the past, in between my thoughts…
Zhang Zhang became my first best friend in college and then roommate Su.
Gradually, I opened closed windows and started loving college life.
I remember the first time I opened my heart and told a psychologist about the young pain and sin I cried like a child.
The counselor, a younger than 30-year-old sister, said with her own magnetic voice: “I would like to give you a word from Adler: the lucky man is cured in childhood, and the unfortunate man in childhood. I’m sorry.
“That’s too sad. I’m crying.
“Because you’re mistaken for that. She said, “What Adler really wanted to say was that if you were happy as a child, then you were lucky. If your childhood is unhappy, it doesn’t matter, because you have a lifetime, enough to heal all the wounds. “Call number: YX 1100P7Ay1
I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
