After exposing the vest, she became a god overnight

You Wenze raised his head, his jade-like eyes filled with a gentle smile after seeing Song Jing.

"Xiao Jing, you're here." You Wenze closed the book in his hand, smiled lightly and elegantly, and looked at Song Jing with a little starlight in his eyes.

"How are you doing recently?" Song Jing stepped forward, put the backpack on his lap, naturally grasped the handle of the wheelchair, pushed it around and walked back, looking at his legs covered with blankets, "Change Are your legs still hurting?"

"It doesn't hurt anymore." You Wenze smiled slightly, "Why did you come here suddenly and didn't tell me in advance."

"I'm here to deal with some things in the capital, so I'll come to see you." Song Jing also smiled, "What's the matter? Are you unhappy that I'm here?"

"Of course I'm glad you came."

Neither of them were talking, but the atmosphere was harmonious and relaxed.

Song Jing pushed You Wenze back to the small courtyard where he lived, "The vegetables grown in your yard grow better than the flowers."

"Compared with taking care of these flowers, I really prefer to take care of these vegetables." You Wenze smiled, "Get some to fry in the small kitchen for you at night? Are you leaving tonight?"

"Don't go." Song Jing pushed him under the eaves, and sat down on the recliner next to him.

"In the past, when you were asked to cook vegetarian dishes, you had to protest, but you agreed today. Are you in a bad mood?"

Song Jing's eyelids trembled again, and he looked up at him, "Obviously?"

"It's not too obvious. People who are not familiar with you will definitely not be able to see it." You Wenze smiled at the corner of his mouth, and looked at her worriedly, "But what's wrong?"

"It's a difficult matter, but it's been dealt with." Song Jing went to the recliner, "Let me sleep, and call me when you finish the meal. Don't just give me vegetarian dishes, get me some too." Meat. Every time you come to your place, you want to give me enough vitamins for a year."

Seeing that she didn't want to mention it, You Wenze didn't ask any more, and casually took the small basket above the bamboo stool next to him, "Got it. I'll prepare you a piece of soy pork, a kiln chicken, and a steamed fish. Is that enough?" "

"Enough." Song Jing closed his eyes and twitched the corners of his mouth, "I want you to make the sauce yourself. I don't like other people's sauce."

"Okay." You Wenze also smiled, and first called the nurse center to ask them to help prepare the ingredients that were not available in the courtyard, and then took the scissors to cut the vegetables he grew himself.

Song Jing slept until night fell, and You Wenze woke up after telling her to eat.

She was covered with the quilt taken by You Wenze, and her eyes were rarely confused when she woke up.

"How long has it been since you slept well?" You Wenze sighed helplessly, "Don't use up your body like this unrestrainedly just because you are young now. If you stay up late now, you will have to pay off your debts when you get old. of."

"Let's talk about it when we live to be old." Song Jing got up and stretched, "Eat."

You Wenze knew that Song Jing sometimes did very dangerous things, but if Song Jing didn't say anything, he didn't ask more questions. This was a tacit understanding between the two of them.

A round table was filled with delicious meat and vegetable dishes. Song Jing wanted to sit on the elbow, but You Wenze stretched out his hand, "Sit over there."

"This side is full of vegetarian dishes." Song Jing frowned and protested, but finally sat down.

For a meal, the two of them ate intently, chatting casually occasionally.

After the meal, You Wenze had to do daily psychological counseling, while Song Jing went to the doctor to ask about his recent recovery.

You Wenze seemed to have no problems except that his legs could no longer stand up.

But Song Jing knew that You Wenze just hid his emotions in a corner that no one could touch.

The doctor sighed, "Miss Song, Mr. You seems to be very cooperative with our psychotherapy on the surface, but in fact all the answers seem to be prepared by him in advance, and the answers are perfect. This is the treatment record and screen recording , take a look."

You Wenze is a mild-tempered person with a good temper. When faced with the questions asked by the psychiatrist, he answered them seriously and sincerely. But if you look closely, you will find that the answers he gave are the answers that a mentally healthy person would give. , but not his real psychological state now.

"Mr. You is too smart and very vigilant. I have treated him for three years, and now I don't even know what his favorite food is." The psychiatrist smiled wryly, "Miss Song, I'm afraid you have to change Mr. You's food again." A psychiatrist."

"I'll think about it. I've troubled you for three years."

"Where, I didn't help. I should say I'm sorry." The doctor smiled, "I don't know if Ms. Song has heard of Dr. Gu Shaoyuan? He has excellent achievements in psychotherapy. If he can If you invite him to treat Mr. You, you may have greater hope."

"Okay, I'll try. Thank you." Song Jing thanked and left the doctor's office.

After thinking about it, I still called.

Gu Shaoyuan was chatting with a patient who was undergoing psychological counseling when the phone in his pocket vibrated. He was about to hang up the phone, but when he saw the caller ID, his hands froze again, "Excuse me, Ms. Xu, I'll answer the call Important call."

Gu Shaoyuan went to the rest area next to him, "Boss, did the sun set from the east today? You actually called me."

"Please do me a favor and help a person with psychological counseling for me."

Gu Shaoyuan's originally joking expression suddenly became serious, "Boss, don't you do it yourself?"

"I'm too close to him, it will bring personal emotions, and it's not convenient to do it myself. I will settle the fee for you according to your normal charging price."

"Boss, talking about money with me will hurt your feelings." Gu Shaoyuan said, "Where is he? If it's not convenient to come to my studio, I can go find him."

"His sanatorium in the imperial capital still needs other treatment here, and he can't leave. I have to trouble you to make a trip every time."

"No problem, I'll be there tomorrow."

"Well, I'll give him your contact information later, and you guys will get in touch. Old Gu, thank you."

"Boss, don't be so polite to me, I'm not used to it." Gu Shaoyuan smiled, "I'm still used to you occasionally hitting me up."

Song Jing laughed and hung up the phone.

When she returned to the small courtyard, You Wenze had already returned from the treatment, warmed a cup of milk and put it on the wooden stool, "After sleeping for so long in the afternoon, can you still sleep at night?"

"What I lack the most is sleep. I can fall asleep anytime." Song Jing drank the milk and said casually, "Wen Ze, the doctor who treats you needs to study recently. I'll find you a new one." I found a new psychiatrist, this is his phone number, you call him tomorrow to make an appointment for treatment."

"Okay." You Wenze took the phone number with a gentle smile, nodded very talkatively, "I'll call the doctor tomorrow. When will you leave tomorrow morning, and I'll make you breakfast?"

"No. It's very cold in the morning. You should lie down on the bed to avoid leg pain. I'll go straight away."

"Okay. Eat well, have a balanced nutrition, don't just eat meat, people are getting thinner. Then I'll go to bed first, good night."

"Good night."

Not only You Wenze couldn't let go of what made You Wenze become what he is now, but Song Jing couldn't let it go either.

It was a deep and bloody wound buried in both of them, festering and festering, and it might never heal.

Early the next morning, Song Jing got up, washed up, changed into a set of clothes that were left here, took his bag and left the courtyard.

You Wenze sat by the window and watched her quietly close the courtyard door and leave, raised her hand to lift up the long sleeves of the cotton and linen shirt, her white arms were covered with horrible wounds one after another.

These wounds were drawn by himself when he couldn't bear it anymore, just to remind himself that he must endure it.

If even he was gone, Song Jing might really never cherish herself again.

After Song Jing got out of the nursing home, he took a taxi and received the message as soon as he got in the car.

【Mr. Song, have you left for the company yet? 】

[On the way, arrive in 10 minutes. 】