One.
The rain is so heavy, as usual.
In the squares of the town fair, only the sign of the King of Sugar is still in the rain and it is wet.
Chen, with that worn-out black umbrella, walked on the dark street of the town and went to the stand of the three-wheeler under the band, where the twilight light was in the glass mask, with a lump of sugar and gold.
The old king is in the rain, and his head is covered by an umbrella, but he stands firmly in the rain, like an old, dry tree.
Chen saw the glass mask for a long time, and the King did not speak, and finally Jin broke the silence.
“Don’t stop! I’m sorry.
“It’s early. It’s early. My daughter’s not in school yet. I’m sorry.
“Do you see anyone else on this street besides me? * It’s as if the King’s eyes were pierced by Chen Jin, and he laughed twice.
The cracking old face opens a trail.
“My daughter is back! I’m sorry.
Chen turned back and saw a high school girl in a blue-and-white uniform.
A light red umbrella standing behind him silently.
The girl looked at Chen Jin, whose eyes were not very friendly, and struck a cold. Her.
I didn’t even hit her father, turned around and walked away.
“Hey Ciao…”
She won’t even look back.
Old Wang’s in a hurry. Leave the candy dumplings behind and run after him in the rain. He’s in the rain.
Run, the girl was two metres ahead of him and he couldn’t catch her anyway.
“Hey, hey, wait for Daddy.
It’s always the same.
Jin exclaimed and then struck a finger.
When the sky is clear and the sun shines in town square, the king’s daughter is gone.
Lost.
Wang Xiaobai jumped in the alley behind Chen Jin’s body and came in pink.
Light chases her shadow. “Dad, I’m out of school!” She smiles like a flower, and she says, “I’ll help my father collect it.”
“I’m not a kid anymore. I’m going home alone.
Wait for me…”
“Girls…” The old king’s emotions are a little excited and tears are pouring out of his eyes.
“Daddy misses you…”
Hsiao Cai put down his work, take out his handkerchief from his bag and wipe out his eyes.
Tears.
“Dad, what’s wrong with you…”
“It’s all my fault. I’m sorry.
“What is your fault? Don’t torture yourself, or I’ll find it hard.
“and receive…”
And the father and the daughter wept together.
Chen closes her eyes, closes her eyes and tears fall on her cheek.
Wang Xiao sent two toilet papers which appeared to have been torn from behind.
Chen picked up the toilet paper, wiped the tears off his face, and sat gently on the couch.
Get up. On the couch next to him, the King was choking, although the eyeball was right under his eyelid.
Quick, but still awake.
Once held in the hands of the king, the fan fell on the floor tiles. Chan Jin pick it up
Fan, put it back in his arms. There was a bulging out of the window, and the sun was like fire.
Chen Jin removes the transmitter from the king’s head, puts it in the bag, points to the door and does it.
A sign of good-bye. Wang Xiaociao followed him gently.
“When I’m gone, wake up my uncle. I’m sorry.
“I know, immediately help him remember his dreams. I’m sorry.
“Speak more comfort. I’m sorry.
“Hmm. * Wang Xiao has noded his head *
No exit.
Two men stood in embarrassment for three seconds and Chen shrugged his shoulder.
“I’m leaving. I’m sorry.
Jin Jin was not going back down the stairs and was depressed. Get out of the unit building.
The door, a hot puddle of air came and he was roasted on his cheek.
He breathed the heat out of his mouth, and suddenly he heard footsteps on the stairs.
Chen?
Chen turned back and saw Wang standing behind him.
“What’s wrong with you?” “Twelve years, you should be.
Put it down. “It’s a warmth inside Chen Jin.
“You… you are… forgive me? I’m sorry.
“Boy, it’s time to go…”
Wait.
Chen is looking at an old king who is honest, closes his eyes and asks himself in his own way.
Word: Am I dreaming?
Open your eyes again, and Wang Xiao will hand over two toilet papers and press on his throat:
Okay. I’m sorry.
Chen sits on the couch, picks up the tissues, wipes away the tears of his cheeks, his heart.
A loss.
If there is nothing else to say, it’s just an old father who looks at himself on the couch. Wang is here.
Sniffs. Although the eyeballs under the eyelid are shaking, they’re still awake.
The fan, it slipped on the floor tiles. Jin picked up the fan and put it back.
Wyrie.
There was a bulging out of the window, and the sun was like fire.
Chen took the transmitter off the king’s head, put it in the bag, pointed to the door, and…
I made a good-bye gesture, and Wang Xiao Chi followed him gently.
“When I’m gone, wake up your uncle. I’m sorry.
“I know. I’m sorry.
“Remember his dreams, when appropriate, as I told you,
Lead him to remember what your sister said to him. I’m sorry.
“I know. I’m sorry.
“Speak more comfort. I’m sorry.
“Hmm. I’m sorry.
If Wang Xiao came, Chen stood in embarrassment for three seconds: “I am leaving.” I’m sorry.
The sound of closing the door immediately behind you.
Chen went down to the door of the unit building, opened the door, and his heart was warmer.
Mouthy.
He was standing at the door for a few seconds, listening to the sound of the steps upstairs.
Shush.
It was not a dream that he walked into the sun and received the burning of the sun.
Go back to the “Physics Clinic” and the assistant bear says hello to him.
I’ll keep my face buried behind a bunch of books. The number of tissues in the trash basket from under her feet.
The phrase “Mr. Chen” with a bit of a sob voice.
I’m sure he’s been scolded again.
Where’s Mr. Yan?
The bear pointed to the soundproofing panel door in the right back, which is the consultation room for the hymn. The air conditioner in the office shows a temperature of 24 degrees, but the room is still bored.
Hot. Chen’s sweats on his forehead made him realize a window was open.
Here.
His hand held the window handle and heard the bear say, “No…”
“Hmm? I’m sorry.
“She … won’t turn it off. I’m sorry.
And Chen went to the office of the bear, “You were scolded for closing the window?”
Bear didn’t say anything, he agreed.
“There’s an air conditioner, but no windows. The air conditioning’s all out.
The bear complained to Chen after a while.
You can’t cook, you have to buy your own food in the heat.
“I’m an intern, I’m an intern.
It’s not her slave. My parents didn’t call me that. I didn’t come to practice.
It’s not working for her…
The door of the counselling room opened a stitch and the bear immediately suffocated the words back.
I don’t see a person but I hear it. “Bear, pick up a guest at the subway.
He phoned you to tweet. I’m sorry.
The door closed again.
“Mr. Chen, look at this.
The car, the table, the floor and I had to wash her feet and make the bed! “Thank you very much. You’ll be calm. I’ll pick you up later. I’m sorry.
The bear complained: “I’ve done so much for her, I can’t even say thank you, I’m cold every day, like I owe her.” Today was a good day, because I wanted to be cool, and I closed the window, and she scolded me with her head and face for 10 minutes.”
“Hey, go, I’ll buy you ice cream. I’m sorry.
“Don’t worry about it. I’m sorry to complain to you. “Bear picks up the bag, takes the phone, you can’t advise her…”
The bear drew another five or six tissues before leaving, left her front foot and opened another suture in the consulting room.
“Brother, you come in. I’m sorry.
After calling for a six-month hymn called “Chang’s Stick” and returning to what he once called it, Chen noticed something different — and even more so, she volunteered to invite him to her treatment, knowing that she had always solved her own problems, in accordance with her strong character.
On the couch in the consultation room, a white-haired “old man”, Chen knew that he was not old, should have been 55 years old, but had not seen him for many years, and that he had become 70 or 80 years old.
His name is Yan Yong, he’s the father of Yangong and he’s the math teacher at Chen Jin High School.
“From the hospital himself. “I don’t know how he found me here. “What did he tell you?” I’m sorry.
“When I came in, I didn’t even know him.
Look at the joke. I’m sorry.
Outsiders? She means Bear, and he’s obviously not in the business of the outsider.
Columns.
“I took him to the counseling room, and he said he had something important to tell his daughter.
I was busy looking for my daughter, but I asked him what he wanted to convey and he couldn’t remember. I’m sorry.
Chen Noded: “This is a disease that is sober and confused.” I’m sorry.
“The hospital just called me and said it was serious, and I’m afraid I’ll lose my word.” Her.
Silence for a moment, “The hospital will be here in about half an hour, can you…?
She feels what she’s going to say next.
“Can you go into his dream and help me look. I’m sorry.
That’s true.
“Did I dream?” Chen closed her eyes.
“What? I’m sorry.
Open your eyes again and there is no change. Jin was relieved when he controlled his dreams.
Wait, he can easily guess what he wants to say, what he does.
Yeah. He just had his own vision of the hymn language, which made him delusional. “Nothing. Are you making me dream? Chen shakes his head, “You were on the same front as the 10 big BOSS in the ring yesterday, and you called me a popist and a scoundrel? I’m sorry.
“At least I’m not going to expel you from the psychology world like they are. “Don’t you need a chance to prove yourself?” I’ll give you a chance to ask him, come to me, tell me something. I’m sorry.
When I heard her talk, Jin wanted to laugh in her heart, she was a child.
I didn’t think that the hymn would continue to convince him, “Hey, repay me for what I have done for you, and help me.” I’m sorry.
Hostage? It is natural for Chen to accept him in her eyes.
“I thank Mr. Yan for giving me the opportunity to prove myself.” I’m sorry.
Two.
Dreaming is a prerequisite for dreaming and sleeping is a prerequisite for dreaming.
For a controlled dream two or three times a day, Jin Jin is used to taking a shot to help himself sleep. Normal people need only 10 milligrams, but he needs about 15 to 20 milligrams.
At the old king’s house, he did not rely on peace, but rather on a method called star projection to make himself dreamt, and fortunately had not been injected, otherwise the second controlled dream of that day would hardly wake up in a dream or perhaps even dream.
Even so, Chen Jin was in anxiety.
Twenty minutes later, he still did not go to sleep, or the shadow of a hymn and the writing on the paper prevented him from focusing. But if you don’t sleep at this time, the hymn will definitely crush him again.
“Does Master Dreams have insomnia?” “The tone of the hymn is a bit sarcastic, and she takes a look at the almost run-out of the sand.” I’m sorry.
Chen went up from the sofa and went up in front of the hymns and turned the sandglass over: “Someone comes in and stops me.” “Turn back and find himself lying on the couch.
Many people call it “the soul out of life” because many people see their sleeping bodies when they dream.
Actually, it’s just an in vitro vision, and it’s an illusion.
Although it was the same room, there must have been some differences between the dream counselling room and the real world, for example, when both the hymns and the nymphs disappeared, but in his ears he also heard the brushes of the hymns and the breath of the nymphs.
He cannot keep his attention in his ears, and the task at this time is to connect with the dream of courage. Chen relaxed and implied his next assignment and then went to the consulting room door.
The door was opened, but it came to a shop on the street, with people moving out of the window, with a few words on the window, two of which were “tooth pulling”. He’s pulling out his teeth, and a doctor’s turning his lips, looking for his mouth.
Teeth.
No need to look. His teeth are black.
The teeth, the lights, the teeth burst and black objects appeared from the inside…
However, dentists are slow to examine Yan Yong, if they are not seen. ♪ And the courage is closed ♪
Eyes, heavy breathing.
“You’re a bad tooth, you’ve been pulling it all your life. I’m sorry.
“Being fast, upset!”
“Shall I seal your mouth?”
I don’t know.
Jin-jin shot his finger, and he became the dentist who pulled his teeth.
The guy who shot the face with his eyes closed.
“Mrs. Yan, remember me? I’m Chen Jin. I’m sorry.
“What’s wrong?” I’m sorry.
It’s a rapidly changing scenario, standing on the podium, and it’s about 40 years old.
Teacher. The classroom was almost filled with people and Chen Jin sat in the second row of the penultimate row.
On the blackboard: “Phen Jin, answer the question! Chen stood up from the back, went to the front, and sat in the first row of the classroom.
Empty position.
“Mr. Yan, where are these people?”
“Don’t interrupt. Come on up. I’m sorry.
“Where are the people sitting here and your class representatives?” I’m sorry.
“Student representative”?
“Why didn’t Wang Xiaobai come?”
Wang Xiaobai…
The walls of the classroom suddenly began to shake. Chen knows, these three
It’s a powerful word. It’s a big psychological swing.
“Think about it. Where did Wang Xiaobai go? Why didn’t he come to class? I’m sorry.
He wrinkled his head and tried to think about Chen Jin’s problems, and suddenly he held his head and fell in the dark.
groan under the board. A number of students turned their heads.
Wang Xiaoyi died! I’m sorry.
“Yeah, didn’t he jump off? I’m sorry.
“Sensei Yan is a disgrace!”
… Chen Jin’s finger was stunned, and the dream was still, and the only way to get down was to be brave and scared. Under the blackboard, the name is repeated: “Wing Xiaobai, Wang Xiaobai…”
“Sensei Yan, wake up. Chen Zheng pointed a finger in his ear. The scenery was changed to a riverside, a tower across the river. He and Yan Yong were sitting in a bench by the side of the river, and their right front was a row of stone lions, and a 16-year-old girl was touching the lions while staring at a tower far away.
This is not a dream of courage, but a dream created by Chen Jin.
He calmed down and looked right and left, and finally his eyes fell on Chen Jin’s face.
“Why am I here, I shouldn’t be in the hospital? I’m sorry.
“You ran out of the hospital yourself. I’m sorry.
“Yes, I came out and I thought I wanted to go and find a song!” I’m going to go find her, and I have to tell her… “What am I going to tell her?” I’m sorry.
His memory is not good in dreams. Chen suddenly heard noises which he was afraid to concentrate on, but he knew that they came from the hymn studio.
Is it the doctor?
And then he took up his head and started trying to remember, “How come I forgot that I had something very important to say to her…” When Chen knew that time was running out, he rushed to ask, “Remember, when did you come up with the idea of seeing a hymn?” I’m sorry.
The scene was turned to the hospital ward, where they were standing by the bed, and the other one was lying on the bed, “Yes, this is it. I’m sorry.
He seemed asleep, and two doctors were discussing his condition on the bedside.
“It’s near old-age dementia and it’s about to lose its basic ability to live.” I’m sorry.
“Let’s contact the family.” I’m sorry.
“I’ll call right away. I’m sorry.
After the doctor left, he opened his eyes. “What do you remember? I’m sorry.
“If I am demented, then it will be brought into the coffin, and I have done so much wrong in my life, and I must tell Goo.” I’m sorry.
“Wrong? And the noise in the ear became clearer, as if Chen heard an adornment, saying, “Wait a little longer. I’m sorry.
“The patient is in danger, you’re his daughter, please don’t disturb us…”
Jin Jin was more anxious, while the walls of the hospital began to collapse and the roof was fractured.
Yan Yong is waking up. Apparently, the doctor’s words in the clinic not only affected Chen, but also…
It affects the subconscious in control of the body while sleeping with courage.
“What’s wrong? You want to tell Yanko what’s wrong? I’m sorry.
The room collapsed, and there was an insinuation between the bed and Chen Jin.
The abyss.
“Don’t concentrate on the abyss.”
Dreams, and don’t be afraid of the changes around you. You’re going to tell Yangosh.
What? You have to remember, you said you had to know! I’m sorry.
“Songs must know…” he murmurs and says, “But his eyes are still tearing apart.”
And when he turned over, he fell into it.
Chen Jin also jumped into the abyss and fell together.
“Tell me this may be your last chance…”
“You can’t wake up, so you have to remember, or you can’t sing anymore.”
No chance to know. I’m sorry.
The valor falls, and the eyes rise from fear.
“Believe…” with a sad and happy face, “Believe…”
He shouted, and then disappeared in endless empty air.
Letter.
He knows? Sitting on the couch rubbing on the temple, Chen Jin’s heart.
So, do you know that?
No way, she can’t know.
The doctor was taken away by Yanko, and the sound of her criticism of the bear was heard outside.
“It’s empty. You won’t ask me anything? I’m sorry.
“I sent you…”
“I didn’t see it. Can’t you call me? So stubborn! Number of pauses
The second, the tone went back to cool, “Did you finish last week’s workweek?” I’m sorry.
A rush of footsteps returned to the counselling room. Watch her close the door, Chan.
He said, “Don’t bully the kids. I’m sorry.
“I’m treating her. I’m sorry.
“Whether it’s a cure or a cure? I’m sorry.
“I found out during my interview that she had no love, no love at all, long
In the past, either alone or married would not be happy. I do.
Help her. “There’s no customer at all.
Just trying to keep her away and stimulate her. I’m sorry.
“You’re tough. “She felt the cruelty of life in my place, and helped her to think from someone else’s perspective.
– Actually, I didn’t think she was capable.
I want to treat her. You see, the doctor pays the patient.
Okay. I’m sorry.
Chen shakes his head, and the kindness of the hymn is not acceptable to very few.
“Does it work?” she asks if she has anything to say.
“I can’t see it working. All I know is the kid’s going down. I’m sorry.
“I’m asking, does dream control work?” She looked up at Jin Jin from behind the table.
What are you doing here? I’m sorry.
“He probably wants to say something important to you. I’m sorry.
“What is it?”
“He didn’t make it clear, but in his dream he mentioned it was a mistake. I’m sorry.
“You’re wasting my time. “It’s a mistake.”
You’re gonna help me with that? You know, you know, just pull a guy in the street and ask him.
There’s someone who knows. I’m sorry.
“But–“
Mental illness became a psychologist, “He mentioned the letter. I’m sorry.
The letter? I’m sorry.
“You don’t know? “Looking at Chen’s face, he relaxed, and she didn’t know about it.
“I think Mr. Yan may have written a letter, all of what he wanted to say to you. I’m sorry.
It’s not interesting to hear it, but to hear it, it’s still writing. Jin packed the syringes and transmitters on the table and swayed to the door.
Their father and daughter had a worse relationship than Chen had imagined.
“Your father’s condition is getting worse, and I’m afraid he won’t wake up. He’s a test reminder.
“Hmm. When Chen closed the door, she added, “I know. I’m sorry.
The case is then kept on the waiting list.
A person ‘ s personality is shaped by his or her adolescent development experience and living environment.
The one who used to have the warmest smile of a young girl, Chen remembers the one who jumped and jumped on the campus and was behind Mr. Yan’s body, except that at that time, they didn’t recognize Chen.
Their official conversation took place in the year of Chen Jin-san, who, as a representative of the faculty, went to the train station to welcome the freshman, and then he saw a man with a hat bag walking by himself.
Chen Jin-sung? I’m sorry.
“I’m a pig song. “I know your name in the high school bulletin board, you’re the first big-timer in our school, and I’m the second.” I’m sorry.
And Chen held her hand, and heard her say, “Your achievements have encouraged me for three years, so I chose a department like yours.” I’m sorry.
Chen was greeted, but his heart was like, “Some things will never be avoided.”
3
He was carrying half a can of snowflake beer, walking alone by the river.
According to his past experience, he is bound to be insomnia tonight, and the side effects of dream management on his body are evident, and he spends many nights in bed trying to sleep until 5:00 a.m. In order to overcome insomnia, he had to choose to increase his evening exercise until he was unable to walk, then to call back, and, fortunately, lay in bed and fall asleep immediately.
He came back for a month and spent about 20 days hypnosis.
High school is not far from the river, but he has never had the courage to go back. He’s got a picture and a name, and he’s still on the poster board for good alumni.
How ironic and embarrassing.
If Wang Xiaobai is still alive, how can she be left behind in this column?
Chen caressed a stone railing on the river, where there was a stone lion, but then repaired the riverside park and was demolished.
But the location, he’s not mistaken. across the river is the most famous tower in the province.
Wang Xiaobai likes to stand in this position, far above the tower, sometimes for half an hour.
Until Chen found the secret in the stone lion’s mouth.
Unfortunately, his feet took him to the high school gate. The gate of the fence was sewn open and a line of street lights seemed to guide him.
In more than a decade, the size of schools has increased considerably, with new buildings built, and the number of students and teachers has tripled since 10 years ago.
The lights of the school building were all out, and it was Saturday, and all the students went home on vacation.
Jin Jin followed the familiar path and walked under the huge shekels of the school, where there were too many memories, but he was afraid to remember. For years, three years of high school, he had sealed it deep inside. After high school, he was not involved at all, and he was misconstrued by his peers to be “deserving” and gradually no one contacted him.
Sometimes it is useless to avoid it, and it is only in recent years that Chen Jin has understood it.
So why did he come back? Subconscious doesn’t cheat himself. It takes him back to where he’s been running away.
Under the willow tree outside the store, the roof of the six-storey complex can be seen.
There’s a girl sitting there in a blue and white school uniform with long hair in her cape.
The wind is slow and the dance is slow.
Another dream!
Chen suddenly realized that he already knew what was going to happen.
There’s a man passing by, and people running in the same direction.
So familiar. His eyes pierced through the twigs and timidly stared at the roof.
The thin figure under the blue and white uniforms.
With a whirlwind, Wang Xiaobai jumped off the roof.
Wake up!
He opened his eyes, and Wang Xiaobai fell on him.
Their eyes to their eyes, their nose to their noses, black blood on both sides of her cheek.
It’s earthworm-like.
She’s hanging in the air, as usual. It’s dark around, suffocating. Jin’s moving.
No, it’s just spitting, closing your eyes, banging your fingers, opening your eyes, dreaming.
It’s gone.
He turned on the light, sat up from the bed and breathed heavily. For many years, he has been unable to escape this nightmare, even though he has learned to control it and has only reduced the psychological time of fear, but has not been able to remove it completely.
He can hide it from everyone but his subconscious.
It’s punishment.
The phone rings suddenly, and the name of the song appears on the screen, and he looks at the time on the phone: 2:25.
When Chen hung up on the phone, he asked himself: “Did I dream?
Dreams are far from life cruel.
He jumped on the roof of the hospital at 1:30 a.m. and jumped and died when Yangong arrived. Without any last words, or even video calls via closed-circuit television, no one can be sure whether the courage was sober or confused.
Chen helped manage the affair, and for three days at the funeral home he found with surprise that the hymn had not shed a tear for his father. And when he was buried, the king and Wang Zhilai were among the people, and they gnawed their teeth and shouted hysteria at those who were sending him: “O Retribution, it is too late! I’m sorry.
In the face of insults and fingerpoints, the hymns do nothing.
All was taken care of and Chen went home with a hymn, where she lived alone in a small section not far from the studio. “The call from the hospital. I picked it up for you. Mr. Yan has some leftovers.
Go get it. I’m sorry.
“Hold it. I’m sorry.
The sky began to rain, Chen opened the shaving, “I wish I could give you this.
Hypnosis. I’m sorry.
And he laughed, “What do you want to do? Give me a cure?”
“I want to know what you’re thinking. I’m sorry.
“Are you expressing my deepness?” Or is it a mystery?”
Neither. “Your father is gone.
Love, you can put it down. Let’s turn around. This way is better. I’m sorry.
“You don’t have to teach me. I’m on the same level as you. I’m sorry.
“Yes, who knows, but…”
“You don’t know anything, you don’t know.” I’m sorry.
After that, two men kept quiet until the entrance to the district, Chen reminded her of her home.
She just woke up in a dream and got out in a hurry.
Chen saw her walk into the neighborhood and her heart was restless, but according to the sex of the hymn,
I’m sure you’re not going to do anything stupid.
One day in the future, it would certainly be a big problem for her life. It’s all strong, rational and kind. It’s the square that hides the light.
Drop. That’s the way it is, as is Jin Jin. He started the car.
He’s in a traffic jam.
But it didn’t open three kilometers. The phone rings.
“Big brother…” is choking, “I’m scared.” I’m sorry.
The hymns shivering on the couch, Chen moved to cover her. In the living room.
Both windows were open, and the cold wind and the tide came in, with bedrooms and books.
The windows of the room form a convection.
Don’t turn it off! When Chen went to the window, she shouted,
Chen can only close the bedroom and the study so the wind will stop, but the temperature remains.
Not high.
“The winter is open?”
“Open. I’m sorry.
“Why?”
“Customary. I’m sorry.
Chen Jin went into the kitchen and the kitchen was clean.
Which drawer is the red sugar? We’ve found all the material, the knife and the case sheet.
These things are still locked and the keys are thrown to the top of the oil smoker.
When Ginger was cut and red sugar was ready for the pot, Chen suddenly discovered that the gas stove in the kitchen was a setup, that the total gas switch was closed and that there were locks on the outside.
He had to make two bowls of ginger soup with electric rice. When the appliances are finished, they must also be re-locked.
Big Brother… has had two ginger soups and has had red cheeks, “Will you please not leave tonight?” I’m sorry.
Jin Jin was a bit shocked, but he had never thought to answer that question. A girl who volunteered to invite a man to stay at home, and the wrong answer would affect the future relationship between her and her. He only sees the hymn as a friend, and this is a friend he has deliberately resisted, but only in the last month or two did he approach.
Was it his initiative that made her think too much?
“Don’t think too much. I wouldn’t do that if I wanted to. “I’m just a little scared.” I’m sorry.
“Afraid of what?”
“Feared…” She had a panic in her eyes, “suicide.” I’m sorry.
“Don’t scare me. He laughed, “You’re a second-degree counselor who committed suicide, so why don’t our psychology department stand up to public opinion again? Don’t be ridiculous for the sake of the industry. I’m sorry.
“You know why I learned psychology? “I’m trying to cure myself.” “I thought you were worshipping me. I’m sorry.
“It’s on the one hand — after all, your proud list tells me that the university could learn psychology. I’m sorry.
“What happened to you? Depression? I’m sorry.
He didn’t answer the question, he just dried up a bowl of hot soup and said, “If I kill myself tonight, you must save me.” She’s covered in covers, she’s all over the couch, she’s only got half her hair out there, “Well, it’s usually two or three days, and it’s okay.” I’m sorry.
In the conventional view, the reasons for suicide seem to be so simple that they are either ill-health or infirm, suffering from a financial crisis, or being humiliated and exposed. In practice, however, suicide is an extremely complex act.
Suicide originates from the “wielding to kill”, and the suicide bomber does not want to kill himself, but rather an outsider or something, but because the outside is too powerful, for example, because the other side is strong, such as the law. Thus, a psychological self-defense mechanism has been set in motion — internal input, that is, people project external pressure, injury, attack diversion into “self” — and the body of others, especially their loved ones.
When people fail to kill each other, they commit suicide by throwing their inner body into their own bodies, abusing themselves with their own lives in order to kill each other in their bodies and to meet the impossible aspirations of reality. The words of the hymn scared Chen to sleep. Take advantage of this night, he’s stepping up.
Analysis of the technical and case feasibility of co-dream hypnosis and completion of one of his papers
Mostly.
He struck a line on the computer: according to statistics, most suicides occurred.
Born at 4:48 in the morning…
He took a glance: 4:30 a.m.
The hymns don’t move. Chan Jin is relieved. This night is coming.
How could she have killed herself when she didn’t even wake up?
He goes on to write that it’s the easiest thing to do at this moment when people are mentally disturbed.
Suicide…
The sound of the hymns and the hymns rose from the couch. Chen thinks she wants it.
To the bathroom, but she went straight into the kitchen.
“Hank”?
There was no response in the kitchen and Chen went to the kitchen door as soon as he could. Mask
He’s staring at the empty kitchen table, and then he’s turning up and looking at the smoker.
Top position, toe up, and find the hidden key.
“Hank”?
He doesn’t care about Jin Jin. He’s got his face on his side. She doesn’t even know him.
There it is, looking at the key.
Sleepwalking. Chen looked at the pigmentation and opened a doorboard with the key from which he found the pot and the cooking material. She turned on the gas, and the blue twilight was moving. She put the pan on the fire and poured half the pot. At the same time, she mixed the eggs into the bowl; she cut onions, ginger and other materials; and when the water opened, she hung her face down and put it in the pot, and put it in order.
Twenty minutes later, the fragrance of egg noodles came out of the kitchen.
Chen’s mouth is spitting, and it’s nice to think about this sleepwalking habit, to make breakfast when he’s asleep, to wake up and eat — but how does such a wonderful sleepwalking habit work?
It shuts off the gas, throws a bowl of soup noodles, brings them to the dining table in the living room, prepares a chopstick, then goes to the door of the bedroom, gently pushes the door open and looks inside, like someone in the bedroom bed.
Goo leaves the bedroom, closes the living room and the kitchen windows one by one, then goes back to the living room and picks up his purse and walks towards the door.
Going out?
When Chen was hesitating to follow her or stop her, the hymns stopped and then turned and ran into the kitchen.
She kept the gas switch on and off for about two minutes, and she began to punch the window window again. One, two, three … Chen seems to be in pain and finally stopped her sleepwalking. In her ear, he held on to the hymn, suggesting that she continued to sleep, that it had lasted about half a minute, that the hymns had come down, and that Chen took her back to the couch.
4
Chen made a clean noodle, and put the pot and pot, etc., back in place and locked. When he woke up, he pretended that nothing had happened but continued to suggest that she had a high sleep quality. After listening, it became clear that he was in a good mood and was taking Chen for breakfast.
“Then I’m even more curious. Why did you say you would kill yourself? Zheng Chen asked about breakfast.
“There may be suicide genes in my family. “Look at my dad, he jumped off the building. I’m sorry.
“Are you worried about you and your dad? I’m sorry.
“Well, I may have multiple personalities, sometimes doing things I don’t even know myself. I’m sorry.
Chen pretended to know nothing and asked: “What, for example?” I’m sorry.
She hesitated for a few seconds to say, “It’s nothing, maybe I’m just thinking about it — the trouble is that my brother’s suicide, mainly his father’s suicide, provoked me, and I’m afraid he’ll do the same. I’m sorry.
During lunch, Chen bought egg noodles and got them in front of the pigments. She was shocked for several seconds and then walked away and packed her lunch box and stuffed it into a garbage can.
In the evening, it appeared that the two men had reached some sort of understanding of quiet communication — leaving behind and behind at work, and no one was greeted, but each said goodbye to the bear.
They then took two different paths and met in the parking lot.
In the car, it was easier for two people on the way to talk about the fun of college and then went to a French restaurant for a candlelight dinner, and the pigmentation was for Chen Jin to wash the dust.
A month late for wind cleaning.
Having eaten, two people parked in the restaurant, walking side by side of the river for more than an hour, walking five kilometres and returning to the house of Yangong.
Both men were a little obstinate and had permission to sleep in her bed, while she insisted on sleeping in the living room.
When he was half asleep, the door of his sleep was sewn down, and then he looked at the hymn and went to the side of the bed, lying down.
Chen Jin was so nervous: sleepwalking again? It’s just sleeping…
However, it was not sleepwalking, as the pigmentation had not been lying down for a few seconds, and it got into his covers and climbed on his body. Jin-jin closed his eyes and pretended to be drunk and nothing happened. He seemed to be aware of the heat in his face, but had not taken much action, perhaps at this point in his life.
Gradually, Jin sensed his body getting lighter and he seemed to have left. He opened his eyes,
The familiar face was in his face, with his eyes to his eyes, his nose to his nose.
Pointy, the black blood on both sides of her cheek moved slowly, like earthworms.
Wang Xiaobai, another nightmare.
Chen closed his eyes, forced himself to ring his finger and then opened it up.
He’s awake, sitting in the car’s co-pilot seat, and the hymns are driving next to him.
“What’s wrong? I’m sorry.
He realized that he was on his way to work, and that he was not going to be able to find out.
He’s asleep.
“Look how scared you are, having nightmares? * Look at him in the face *
And comfort you, and eat a great meal, and bring you dust. I’m sorry.
They went into a French restaurant and ordered the same cattle as they dreamed.
It’s like Chen’s dream to talk at the table. But…
It’s the details of the dream, but it doesn’t remember.
After dinner, two people wandered on the river, and walked five kilometers back.
Go home.
“What’s wrong, don’t come in? I’m sorry.
Yang stood at the door and called him, and Chen went in. It’s all like a dream. “Did I dream?” He asked himself.
“Ah-oh” smiled and fell on the couch, “and it’s not the first time I’ve been in a room with a beautiful woman.” I’m sorry.
It’s not a dream, but why did you dream about it? Is it a dream premonition?
He tried to sleep on the sofa, but he couldn’t stop singing.
“Hey, if you fight with me again, I’ll doubt your intentions and want to sleep with me!” I’m sorry.
She even said that, and Chen couldn’t be subjugated, so she took her bedroom bed. He was afraid to sleep because he was worried about the scene.
In the middle of a dream, the door was sewn again.
Sing’s body slowly approached, crawled into bed and lay on Chen’s side. Chen Jin did not close his eyes, and he looked at the shadow and lay down, but it was only when her head touched the pillow that he realized that she was not a hymn.
Wang Xiao Chong turned his head and looked at Chen Jin with his body. He was bored, closed his eyes and opened them.
Nose to nose…
Wang Xiaobai is on his body and he’s on his nose.
While he was playing his finger, his cell phone clock vibrated. Chen woke up again and was covered in black, and he turned on a light before he found himself in the bedroom where he was still singing.
He’s breathing so hard that he knows exactly what this waking up is. It’s true — and he’s not very confident, at least biting his arm, and there’s no other change after that.
The alarm clock was set at 4:30 a.m.
He finally knew why the two dreams were almost identical, because the content of the two dreams, which he and Yanko shared last night — except for the part where she climbed into his bed.
A moment of fear has risen from Chen’s heart, and frequent dream control seems to have allowed him to blur the boundaries between dreams and reality.
The sound of the tweezers in the living room, when Chen found the pigmentation, was changing the key above the smoker. He put the transmitter on her head.
In order to sleep quickly, Chen Jin injected himself with 30 milligrams of Valium, a dose that was almost equivalent to anaesthesia, but it was worthwhile to take the risk in order to help with the aroma. The consciousness was quickly confused and he sat up at the moment of sleep. When he saw the body lying on the bed, he was relieved and went to the bedroom door.
A whirlwind, it’s summer noon.
In the living room of an old house, there was a 2005 calendar on the wall. Seeing this time, Chen Jin’s heart is so tight, it looks like the knot of a hymn, just like he thought. In the kitchen she was busy, and by the time Chen passed, she had taken eggs to the table.
She’s a third-year-old girl in her dream, and she’s the one who jumps and laughs in Chen’s memory.
Put on a pair of chopsticks, and Yanko comes to the door of the bedroom and opens a stitch. In the cracks, a middle-aged woman lies in her bed with integrity.
“Mom, lunch time. I’m sorry.
Mother closes her eyes, “I’ll eat it myself. Go to school, don’t be late. I’m sorry.
“Mama, why haven’t you taken your morning medicine?” I’m sorry.
“I forgot. I’ll eat later. Mother open her eyes and smile, “Go to school, don’t be late! I’m sorry.
He then left the bedroom, cleaned up the next two croissants in the mirror, went out, saw the living room window open and closed it before running, and saw the kitchen window open and the kitchen window closed.
“Mom, I’m leaving…”
Chen left home with Yang, but after she closed the door, she remained in her living room — from noon to afternoon. It was only at this point that the floor was disorganized in the living room, with a shoe mark on the floor and her father sitting on the sofa in a daring and distraught manner.
“Where’s my mom?”
“You’re cooking at noon?” I’m sorry.
“Aah?”
It hurts even more, and the next thing I said,
“Where’s my mom? “They say my mother is dead.
Tell me it’s not true! I’m sorry.
The tears of the face were wiped out.
“Gas poisoning…”
He ran into the kitchen and looked down at the gas tank, and then looked at him.
Put it on that window she closed.
“Sing, don’t blame yourself. I don’t want to tell you.”
The stool on the floor with a hymn and the window glass.
“Sing…”
I’m sorry.
“That’s what I fear most, don’t blame yourself…”
“Why should I blame myself? You killed my mother!” “I didn’t… I didn’t drive the gas…”
“Will my mother be sick if you don’t do the embarrassing thing? “Sweety face! I’m sorry.
“I didn’t, I didn’t why don’t you believe me? I’m sorry.
“The whole school knows. Everyone’s poking my spine! If it wasn’t for you, my mom would still be working today! I’m sorry.
“I don’t have a song, you have to believe me! I’m sorry.
“You’re a liar, you’re a murderer! I’m sorry.
And he kneeled on his knees and said, “Stop scolding me. They… their deaths have nothing to do with me! I’m sorry.
Chen was so confused that his own mistake had led to the indirect death of the mother of Yangong. I feel sorry for you.
In the middle of the night, the dream of hymn began to collapse, and even she sensed it. Then, between the broken walls and the dust of the sky, she beholdeth Chen.
Brother!
Chen was in a state of panic, he was so busy with his fingers and his dream was changed to the river. However, the hymns were still next to him.
“Brother, you… you in my dream? Chen Jin is shocked: “Are you awake? I’m sorry.
“When I saw you, I realized it was a dream. “It’s not about you, it’s about you.” Chen saw the scene and could have changed it, kept the secret buried, but he knew something could not be avoided, and faced it.
Wang Xiao Cai caressed the stone lion, while Chen Jin, a young man, hid not far behind her. When Wang Xiaobing turned away, he went forward and touched the lion she had touched. Then he discovered her secret.
There’s a love letter in the black hole of the lion’s mouth.
A love letter written by Wang Xiaocai to the math teacher, Chen Jin saw her shivers, and her own crushing girl wrote a love letter to the math teacher. He shoved his love letter back into the lion’s mouth and remained in hiding and waiting. Two hours later, he arrived, counted the number of lions and reached out to the lion’s mouth.
He took the love letter, he looked at it a few times, then quickly collected it and left.
The scene changed, Chen wrote an anonymous report and sent it to the head of the school in the name of a student ‘ s parent. In mathematics classes, Gyung was absent and replaced by another teacher, but no one knew why he was absent. Chen Jin felt relieved and saw Wang Xiaoyi, who clearly lost everything.
“You wrote the anonymous letter? I’m sorry.
Chen Noded his head and hit his finger. Wang Xiao Cai stood at the corner of the roof of the complex, and there was a boom, and both the teachers and the students shouted at her, reminding her not to do anything stupid, but she made a beautiful shadow and fell from the sky.
Dreams turn to blood.
Chen wakes up and walks into the living room, and the hymns are staring in the direction of the bedroom.
“You wrote the anonymous letter? She repeats what she said in her dream, and she wants to hear no, but Jin noded.
“It was my jealousy that killed Wang Xiaobai, Mr Yan and your mother. I’m sorry.
“I can’t believe I’m with a murderer I can’t believe…” She took off the transmitter and fell on the floor, “Get out of here! I’m sorry.
Jin didn’t move but approached her.
“I’ve been avoiding you because I feel guilty. Chen went across from her, “But I came back to face the past, and I was in pain, and I couldn’t forgive myself. I’m sorry.
I can’t tell you what I’m trying to say, but I can’t tell you.
“How … how are you…” she cried, “I thought that you were the closest person in the world why you woke me up so early” but Chen wanted to hug her, obviously not at this time.
“Even if it’s a dream, let me have more. * She’s wearing tears on her cheeks and suddenly *
“Why aren’t you out of here?” I’m sorry.
Stand up and push Jin outside.
Everyone can’t avoid the mistakes they’ve made.
He walked down the river from night to dawn, and once upon a time.
The place of the stone lion, sitting on the bench, kept watching the sun rise from the heart of the river.
Come on.
A water red.
After this storm, Chen was satisfied. It’s just that he and
I’m afraid it will never come back.
He wanted her forgiveness. That’s why he came back, but obviously, it’s broken.
Okay. As a result, he’s thought about it a million times, and he’s measured it before.
What should we do?
The conclusion is that he is not worthy of the trust and love of the glories.
An old man sat next to him.
“My daughter used to like to stand in that position. “The old man’s cane points to Chen.
“There was a row of stone lions there a decade ago. Now, what?
It’s gone. It’s changed. It’s just this river. I’m sorry.
Chen’s head down, tears fall from his nose.
Wang put his left arm on Chen Jin’s shoulder and said, “Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.
Over…”
“You know me?”
“A month ago, when you came to my stand to buy sugar cucumbers, I knew you were.
Who. * Old Wang, hey, smile *
Well, you’re still in class. I’m sorry.
Jin Jin was silent, and the silence turned between the two.
Wang went on to say, “I had a dream last night. She was happy, pretty, and she bought it.
A light red dress…”
Jin still said nothing and he was waiting for another storm.
“Thank you! “Let yourself go.” I’m sorry.
Chen shakes his head and wipes his eyebrow. Thank you.
And surprises.
“You can’t blame yourself for this. You’re young, too.
Gossip. I’m sorry.
“But I did not set up any gossip about greeting.” I’m sorry.
“Oh? “Not even the anonymous letter I wrote to the school, not even the name of Xiaobai.” How could I?
May… hurt her!”
He suddenly sat up straight and asked, “What are you saying? I’m sorry.
“I didn’t write his name! I’m sorry.
“But I’ve read another anonymous letter, which clearly says that Wang Xiao Cai was the one who took the picture.
Yong! I’m sorry.
Jin Jin’s mind is silent.
“This anonymous message came to the name of Xiaobai, but the school was also kept secret.
I don’t know who leaked it…
5
Two months later, at dusk, the door of Chen Jin ‘ s studio was pushed away.
“I’m sorry, Miss, Miss Chan’s appointment is full, if
You…”
“I’m a little sick. I’m sorry.
But…
Chen ran out of the office, looked at the woman in front of the door and went to the assistant.
When you wave, put it in. The hymns placed their suitcases at the front desk and entered the office with Chen Jin. She sat in the sand.
I don’t know if it’s the language of the organization, or if it’s Jin Jin.
Apologize.
As Chen pretends to be on his own, he says, “What, on business? I’m sorry.
“I thought you said you’d come for a cure. I’m sorry.
“Don’t joke with me. I’m sorry.
“When did I joke? “Song on the face, as usual.
“You sleepwalking seriously?” I’m sorry.
A tan song shakes its head and pulls an old brown envelope out of the bag with it.
The letter. She reminds me, “It’s the last time my father came to see me, and he wanted to bring me this.
West, lucky to have gone to the hospital and found it from those things. I’m sorry.
Chen picked up the letter and cleaned it from top to bottom.
The suicide note.
The letter stated that she had no courage to live and had chosen to commit suicide with gas.
She wrote about the cause of suicide…
“I didn’t think it would end so badly that the girl took the extreme.
In response to my revenge on her, it made me repent.
I tried to discredit her with an anonymous letter, but my impulse killed one.
A life like yours has killed someone else’s daughter… ..everyone is responsible for their own mistakes, so forgive my mother.
He said, “I’ve always dreamed that my mother would ignore me in my dreams, and for more than a decade, I’ve always repented the day, and I wouldn’t have died if I hadn’t closed the window.
Who knows, Mom was suicide. I’m sorry.
“This letter was kept by your father?”
“Absolutely hiding…” in an aphrodisiac saying, “I think he was on the verge of collapse at that time, so he saw this letter and hid it, and thought it was my fault that killed Mom, and he couldn’t bear more blame. I’m sorry.
Chen reloaded the letter in the envelope and handed it back to Goo.
She just wanted to send a letter?
Then again, the awkward silence.
“I…” two people at the same time said that when the eyes were in contact, it was awkward again.
“Ms first. I’m sorry.
“Can I borrow your living room couch for a night?” I’m sorry.
Brother Xiaomei
