Kuaiwen: I ran away after making the boss cry.

Xie Kecheng left the nursing home after making the phone call.

The next morning, he canceled the day's work and sat on the sofa in the villa, holding a cup of soothing tea on his slender fingers.

Opposite him sat a highly qualified psychiatrist.

Xie Kecheng had just taken a shower, his hair was wet, and his long legs were crossed.

The pair of cold-toned glasses is not used at home. At this time, Xie Kecheng only wore a silver monocle.

The lens was placed on Xie Kecheng's left eye, and the silver chain was moved behind his ear to fix it. The end just fell on the scar on his neck, making his sharp neck lines full of a sense of abstinence.

The reason why he canceled his work was because he had trouble sleeping again last night.

A night of nightmare torture made the hostility in his body very obvious, and his frowning eyebrows seemed to be brewing a storm, and the experienced servants did not dare to get too close.

Dr. Chen felt that he was in a bad mood today.

Fortunately, he had been following Xie Kecheng for a long time and became more courageous. He couldn't help but cough beside him: "If you are really feeling uncomfortable, why not call that kid over for a meal?"

Chen Pi is one of the few people who knows about Xie Kecheng's psychological trauma.

He carefully investigated what happened that year and found a child who had helped Xie Kecheng in the underground boxing ring.

The kid was the son of a bar owner.

The bar was right next to the boxing gym back then. When the kid saw Xie Kecheng covered in blood and being thrown into the basement to die, he felt compassion, helped him bandage his wounds, and paid for his surgery.

He brought the child into contact with Xie Kecheng as a means of healing psychological trauma.

Chen Pi asked the child to accompany Xie Kecheng to eat, talk, or sit quietly together and watch movies, and promised that this would be effective.

in fact.

No effect at all.

Xie Kecheng's obsession is deep-rooted and cannot be cured casually.

But Chen Pi couldn't cure Xie Kecheng no matter what, and he was visibly anxious. In order to keep this dedicated medical doctor from shaking his faith, Xie Kecheng kept lying to him that it was effective...

Hearing this proposal again, Xie Kecheng still didn't expose it.

He pinched his brows and said perfunctorily: "I'm much better, don't bother him."

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After Chen Pi left, Xie Kecheng raised his head and drank the tea in one gulp.

He took a few deep breaths, suppressed his irritability, and asked his men to dismantle all the paintings delivered this morning.

Those paintings were taken apart with knives by rough guys who didn't know how to protect them, and many of them were damaged. Finally, they were placed one by one on the floor of the living room.

According to the gallery owner, the first feeling a painting brings to the audience is a portrayal of the artist's innermost feelings.

Xie Kecheng looked at these colorful and lively paintings in front of him, and his feeling of depression became heavier and heavier. The manic and depressive colors in his eyes emerged again, and his fingers began to tremble uncontrollably.

and so.

Your heart is actually lively and cheerful, full of hope for life, right?

But do you know what I have been through?

Scenes that were too bloody for a young man kept appearing in his dreams.

As soon as he closed his eyes, his ears were filled with the deafening sound of gunshots and the shrill screams of countless women and children.

But you can sit in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, quietly adjust such bright colors, and then use a paintbrush to outline your dream last night!

Xie Kecheng's trembling fingers clenched into fists.

You better not lie to me.

If I find out that you are pretending to have amnesia, I will definitely make you pay an extremely painful price!

Xie Kecheng closed his eyes and coldly ordered: "Go to the nursing home and pick him up."

"Yes."