Chapter 323

I thought about it and said, "it's different from now."

He looked at me, hesitated for a moment and asked, "which one do you think looks better?"

I just wanted to answer, he suddenly disguised the same smile twice, said: "this question is a bit silly, must be the original more pleasing to the eye."

I didn't say anything. I thought the same.

However, I tried my best to give him face. After thinking about it, I want to go back to the topic just now: "in fact, there are few photos in my side. There should be more in uncle he's. when you are better, I'll show you."

"Oh, yes." He said.

Looking at his calm face, I suddenly feel that Cheng Xin is also very sad. One has to rely on other people's narration and photos to know what he is like.

This kind of feeling, ordinary people do not feel.

In my opinion, Cheng Xin is no different from normal people when he is awake, but once he falls asleep, the whole person begins to feel uneasy. When he wakes up again, he is pale and dark eyed, so he must not have slept well.

The long-term lack of sleep has made him a little neurasthenic. The doctor's examination result is this. He took off his mask and said to me, "there is no problem with the patient's physical fitness. The problem is mental. This can't be cured in the hospital. Would you like to go to a psychologist? "

He Zelin and I look at each other. Cheng Xin is extremely resistant to the psychiatrist. I'm afraid we can't persuade him to see a psychiatrist.

"Is there any other way?" I asked the doctor.

"If his family can cooperate, he can recall what happened before at the slowest speed. Amnesia is not uncommon. Most of it is selective amnesia. Patients will forget the most unacceptable facts and pretend that it never happened. But this is the body's own choice, so the cure is relatively simple, that is, to find a way to make them think that the thing they couldn't accept before was not as serious as they thought. This kind of general psychotherapy effect is quite good. Your family's illness is different from these. He does not choose to forget on his own, but when he chooses whether or not to forget that part, he is forced to erase part of the memory that he has not screened out. " The doctor tried to say to us in the simplest words, "I've never heard of this kind of medical record, and I've never been in touch with it. If possible, you can try it in America. At the academic seminar, I heard that in order to treat the psychological shadow of soldiers in the war, the United States has carried out a modified erasure plan for some memories, and the effect is quite good. But these technologies are still confidential. It depends on luck if we can find such experts. "

The doctor finished these, closed the medical record book and continued: "this is just my suggestion. You can find the specific treatment. For now, there is no point in keeping patients in hospital. He's in perfect health. "

Cheng Xin has always said that he is completely well and wants to leave hospital earlier. Although Yuan Zheng didn't like me, when he saw that things had come to this stage, he would occasionally reluctantly say a few words to me. His tone was not very good, but at least there was a sign of ice breaking in the frozen situation.

Today, since the doctor has made it so obvious, we can only comply with Cheng Xin's request to go through the discharge procedures. On Kuankuan Kuan's case of being tied up, there is a temporary impasse. The mastermind behind the case is like disappearing from the earth, and no clue can be found.

After Cheng Xin returned home, he quickly began to change his identity and take over the he family. He Zelin is half happy and half worried. He is glad that Cheng Xin finally has a little shadow of he Liancheng. At least he regards him as his father, and his name has been changed. It's just a little strange, but a lot of things are used to nature, and it's easy to say when you cry more; The worry is that his condition is not getting better at all, and his face is getting whiter and whiter.

Nearly a month later, as the Lunar New Year approached, the launch of the fund was almost done. Cheng Xin was obviously relieved and went home every day to smile at Kuankuan.

The 23rd of December is the lunar new year. It happens that snow begins to fall at 3 p.m. and by evening, the sky and the earth have become a vast expanse of white. Because there are three children at home, aunt Cao specially prepared some new year lanterns, small colored light bulbs, and all kinds of exquisite and beautiful window decorations.

Seeing that I was cleaning up at home in the afternoon, she took out those things and said to me, "let's paste everything except couplets to make our family happy."

"Good." I look at those red things, also feel full of joy, mouth should be down.

The three children have already had their winter vacation. They are running around the house. When they see that we are going to post these, they all come together to join in the fun.

So the big and small mobilized and began to decorate the house.

For a moment, this one broke grandfather's purple sand tea cup, for a moment, that one fell off the small bench, for a moment, who broke the window, pulled a huge and delicate snowflake into six parts, for a moment, who pasted the glue on his face.The children's laughter spread around the house, and the house was full of anger.

He Zelin and Cheng Xin came back from the group together. As soon as they entered the room, they saw the new decoration of the new year.

Aunt Cao went to prepare dinner with a smile. The three children gathered around their grandfather and father.

After dinner, the children are tired, one by one lying on the sofa dozing, aunt Cao hugged one, I pulled two into the children's room.

After Kuankuan was discharged from hospital, I thought about it again and again. I moved the three children's room next to me. On the one hand, I could run fast if anything happened. On the other hand, I could live with all the three children. It's a good thing to live together.

After putting them all to sleep, I got up and went out. As soon as I opened the door, I saw Cheng Xin standing at the door.

I closed the door and asked, "what's the matter? What can I do for you

He nodded: "you work during the day, at night to get children, hard."

"Hey, what's this? Which woman is not like this after she gets married and has children? Besides, I have three in front of me. I can't save myself." I said go out.

"Well, I want to talk to you." He said.

His solemnity makes me a little strange. Recently, they have been busy with the business of the company. I run a small company myself, and finally find some vitality from the crack of others' pressure. I'm trying my best to turn the situation around.

"What's the matter?" I asked.

"That..." he hesitated, "last time, you said to help me find the original photos, can you do it?"

When I heard him say this, I suddenly remembered that I was too busy when I came back. I saw him go out early and come back late every day. After thinking about it for a while, I forgot about it.

I really thought that he was not sober at that time, so he made such a request. Unexpectedly, he mentioned it again today. It seems that he really wants to know.

"I'm ready. Go to the study and wait for me." I said, ready to go back to my room and turn out the old box with photos.

"Dad is in the study. I'll go and see with you." He said.

I saw that he was a little embarrassed in his expression. I could understand why he was acting so quietly. He was curious about his former self and didn't want to let he Zelin know this curiosity.

After thinking about it, there seemed to be no better place to go except to my room. I nodded and said, "come with me, in my room."

He followed me steadily and closely. I could feel that his breath was only a foot away from me. The familiar feeling suddenly came back in this warm night.

My room hasn't been cleaned up since I moved here.

There were too many things in the original room. When I moved into this room, there was no place to put many things. In my heart, I didn't really regard this room as my home, and it was not easy to put other places except the room. So I bought a lot of boxes and put them in a pile against the wall.

He went into the room, looked and asked, "is the room too small? Why is it so crowded? "

"It's not crowded. I used to have too many things." I said.

In fact, when you are alone, things are very few. It's only three or five boxes to move. But after having children, the number of things increases rapidly, from small toys to all kinds of models that they assemble by themselves. You can't throw any of them.

The child may think of that toy one day, and he can tell a little story from his heart. I didn't understand when I moved. I threw away a lot of Yuan Yuan's and Tong Tong's toys. Once, they couldn't find them. They cried and struggled for several days.

Since then, as long as it is carrying their memories, I have stayed.

I knelt on the ground, looking at the label on the box from bottom to top, and finally stopped on the middle box, which was a light blue box with the word "he" written on it.

This is a mark that I only understand. It's all about he Liancheng. Since his car accident, I have sealed everything about us. I don't want to see it or dare to.

Now I take it for granted.

He brought the chair, took off the top one by one, and finally turned out the blue box.

The room was well heated, warm as spring, and covered with a small woolen carpet. We both sat on the floor and slowly opened the box.

On the top was a gift box. He curiously took it out and asked, "can you have a look?"

I already know that he is he Liancheng, but I feel normal about his inquiry. I nodded and said, "yes, these are from you."

Things have been sealed for so long that I don't know what they are in this box.There was a thin layer of ash on the box. He stroked it gently and hesitantly, and then almost opened the box in slow motion.

Inside are four relatively large tickets. The couplets on them have been torn off, and the punches are also uneven, like dog teeth in the corner.

He took a look at the ticket and said, "like the world? What is this place? "

When I heard the name, my heart moved, and my nose said astringently: "a children's playground can imitate the adult world, in which there are role play, can be a little fireman or something."

As these ticket stubs were taken out, the time of that day, which was sealed in the memory, suddenly became vivid. It was an afternoon when he first stepped in as a man between me and the children and became a temporary father for a day. That day... Our first kiss