Hello, my Mr. Shangguan

wherever you go,

should remember,
The past is all fake,

Memories are an endless road,
All previous springs are gone,

Even the most gritty and frenzied love is in the end a fleeting reality,

Only loneliness is eternal.

————Marquez "One Hundred Years of Solitude"


A person's life is composed of countless time fragments connected together to form pictures and weave them into memories deep in the mind.

Once, from somewhere in the memory, what will happen to the rest of your life?

In Mu Zixiao's current 27 years of life, it seems that such a situation has occurred. In her originally smooth memory, at a certain memory node, it was suddenly interrupted, and thus, six years of turmoil appeared in her life. blank.

The original picture in my mind was shattered into countless pieces of limbs, and then dissipated in my memory little by little...

There is no memory... It's like a stroke left on the paper, someone erased it with an eraser, and what is left for her is a seemingly complete but incomplete part of the memory.

……

Hypnosis, psychological coercive intervention, this feeling is not at all uncomfortable.

Feeling suffocated like drowning...

Vaguely, she seemed to hear someone calling her name incessantly, and there were figures in front of her eyes. They were all walking back and forth, as if they were shouting something anxiously, but her eyes were completely confused, and there was no I can't see the appearance of those people clearly, I can only see the overlapping figures one by one.

I don't know what those things are on the ground, flashing...

Cracked lines... It seems that something is broken on the ground. Is it glass or crystal?It was densely shattered on the ground, and when the sun shines, the ground is reflected brightly...

The picture in front of her was suddenly shrouded in light and became dazzling. Zhuo Lie fell into complete darkness for a moment. Her breathing became more and more rapid and difficult. She was like a drowning person. Doing the last struggle before sinking to the bottom of the sea.

His body was covered in cold sweat, and he opened his eyes suddenly.

"Miss Mu, how do you feel now?"

There was buzzing in the ear, but this time the sound sounded a lot more, and even the breathing gradually became smoother.

"Miss Mu, can you hear my voice?"

The originally light body gradually became heavy, and a strong pressure hit her, forcing her to see the real world clearly.

The blurry figure gradually focused in front of her, and the outline gradually became clear, and then clear again, her eyes slowly converged, and finally regained their brilliance.

Slowly inhaling a breath, smelling a strange fragrance, trembling eyelashes, looking at the ceiling above her head, it took her a long time to recover.

A hand with strong knuckles was stretched out in front of her, and a tissue was passed to her, and a pleasant male voice came to her ears, "Miss Mu, you can rest first and wipe off your sweat."

Breathing slowly and evenly, there was a glass of boiled water at the right temperature in front of her. She felt her mouth was dry, so she took a few sips from the glass.

This feeling is not comfortable, as if being pulled back from the border of death, the feeling of tearing is very real, but it is really disgusting.

After each treatment, she would drink some warm water to relieve her agitation.

The person in front of her is her psychiatrist, Nie Chen, a famous and authoritative psychiatrist in Pingchuan City.

When her mood stabilized a bit, Nie Chen sat opposite her. The backlight made him look a little unreal, but he couldn't hide the nobility that emanated from him. He held the bridge of his nose Eyes on the eyes, asked aloud, "Miss Mu, your mood fluctuated a lot this time, did you see any pictures?"

Shaking her head annoyed, until now her hand holding the cup was trembling, her face was as pale as a sick person, she leaned back in the chair, her fingers pinched between her brows, "It's all blurry pictures, I'm not sure myself, whether those are my own memories from the past, or my own dreams."