Chapter 1600： Hey, wake up, look at me...

Chapter 1600, wake up, look at me...

Chapter 1603, hey, wake up, look at me...

Well, anyway, I can go back to Area B after passing through Area C. I just walked a little more, and the greening in Area C is very good. There is a lot of green space and a garden. It is very beautiful. When it's a walk, it's good!

Wang Xiaowen said nothing, behind a group of people.

The cloud painting is like this, from the D area to the C area.

The management of Area C is not as strict as that of Area D. The mental patients here are relatively stable, and they are judged to be very aggressive and not dangerous.

Patients with very low aggression will not be restricted to a small room like a cage. The patients on the C side can move freely in the green space of the garden. They are free to Communicate together, you can line up to eat together and so on.

Everywhere in the C area, there are administrators, also for the convenience of care.

Cloud painting them, passing through the C area, will inevitably encounter patients in the C area.

To be honest, mental patients are far less arrogant than people think. In fact, most mental patients are immersed in their own small world, very quiet, and most people will not enter their world at all.

Cloud painting passes through Area C, just like passing through a plain park. There is even an old man wearing a white exercise suit practicing Tai Chi.

Smell the smell of grass and flowers, the head is covered with bright sunshine, sprinkled on the body, warm, cloud painting feels that his mood is also a little warmer.

She is adjusting herself quickly, and she can't let Rose and the old silver-haired old man have too much influence on her. She has to adjust her mood as soon as possible.

Those things that have lasted forever must be forgotten.

Now she is not her life.

In her life, she worked so hard, not to stay in the shadow of her life!

It’s over, it’s over.

Don't think so much.

What's more, if you can be detained in such a place, or if you are detained in District D, you are not a normal person at all.

Why does she have to care about a madman?

The silver-haired old man is a painter himself, painting oil paintings, and it is normal to like Van Gogh. The works of Linyi Van Gogh are also normal, just happening!

She really doesn't have to scare herself, it's too boring.

Cloud paintings continue to breathe deeply, constantly making psychological construction for themselves.

Looking at the mental patients around them who are quietly immersed in their small world, her mood has relaxed a little bit...

But when she walked along a cobbled road through a bamboo forest, she suddenly stopped after turning.

front……

In front is a sea of ​​irises.

A very large piece of iris, a large piece of blue, a deep blue, a blue blue...

At this moment, the cloud painting feels like I am back to the place where my life was!

I can't see the blue of the side, the blue that counts are innumerable, so how can I not forget how to forget the blue...

No, no!

Cloud painting couldn't help but shake her head, she couldn't help but take a step back.

"Drawing, what's wrong?" Zhou Shengbei Qian was behind her. She stepped back and almost hit him. He subconsciously reached out and held her down to prevent her from falling.

However, the stress response of cloud painting reappeared.

She slammed her hand and her voice was as cold as the ice scorpion. "Don't touch me!"

Zhou Shengbei Qian’s brow wrinkled very tightly.

Her voice was very cold, her eyes were very cold, her gas field was full at this moment, and her temperament was extraordinarily gloomy, just like a night...

But Zhou Sheng Bei Qian can feel that she is afraid.

Her indifference, stern appearance, and her fierce performance are all concealing her inner fear.

Zhou Shengbei Qian’s gaze fell to the blue flower sea in front of him.

It is the tail.

Again, the tail.

Zhou Shengbei Qian raised his eyes. Does the iris flower have any special meaning for her?

Her reaction to the iris is too much.

......

Cloud painting almost escaped from the S City Mental Health Institute.

Her mood is very unstable and she refuses to communicate too much with anyone.

After returning to the villa, she went to change clothes and went swimming.

In the water, she will feel happy.

I swam in for an hour and a half, exhausted after the cloud painting, went ashore, drank some water and went to sleep.

Nightmare.

The continuous nightmare almost devours her.

She returned to the mental hospital again, returned to the place that made her fear, and returned to the memory that she was the least afraid to face...

She knew she was having a nightmare, and she even knew she was caught in a nightmare.

No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't wake up, and she was pulled tightly by the nightmare, and she couldn't wake up at all.

She cried in her dreams and asked for help.

"A Qing saved me and saved me."

"A Qing, take me away, beg you, beg you..."

"Don't... don't..."

She cried and shouted, desperately trying to break through the barriers of nightmares. If she wanted to go back to reality, she would be completely useless. If she tried hard, she could not open her eyes.

"Drawing, painting..."

"Wake up, wake up, I am here, wake up..."

Just as her pain was desperate to the extreme, his voice sounded.

Like a god.

"Drawing, hey, don't be afraid, I am here, not afraid... wake up, look at me..."

Cloud painting opened his eyes with difficulty.

She saw him.

It's him.

Her true son, her faith, her salvation, everything about her!

She was sweaty, and she hugged him regardless of her, licking his neck and squeezing tightly. The whole person was buried in his chest, feeling his strong and strong chest and his powerful heartbeat.

噗通.

噗通!

His heartbeat is smooth and powerful, and his arms are solid and reliable.

His hand patted on her back, his lips constantly kissing her forehead, her eyebrows, her eyes, her nose, her lips...

His kiss is like his chest, solid and full of strength.

Her nervous and terrified mood was continually relieved.

Finally, her stiff body slowly relaxed, and the whole person hid in his arms and wept sobbing.

No way, she didn't want to cry.

but……

Really uncontrollable.

When the panic reached its utmost, she was desperate when she thought she could not wake up and was destined to be locked in that terrible memory.

When the original itself was in hell, her world was gray, she did not despair, because she never saw a glimmer of hope, and what despair?

She is alive and numb, looking forward to dying as soon as possible.

It can be different now.

She has seen heaven and saw her god. How can she endure the pain of returning to hell?

(End of this chapter)