He said he doesn't love me

I hummed the ballad all the way, and the breeze accompanied the rosy clouds.

The two returned to Nanyi accompanied by the sunset and the coolness of the approaching summer night.

"I'm going to the company tomorrow. Do you want to go with me?" Tang Yihe parked the car, turned to look at Sun Yichu, and said, "If you don't go, just stay at home with your parents. They will be back in two days."

Sun Yichu lowered his eyes and thought about it. He wanted to go out for a walk, but he was reluctant to spend time alone with his parents. He was in a dilemma. Neither choice was good, and neither choice was right.

Seeing that he was frowning, Tang Yihe thought of a best of both worlds solution for him: "How about this, you accompany your parents tomorrow, and when they go back, you can go to the company with me? When the filming of the drama starts, you won't be so bored."

Sun Yichu nodded and got out of the car first.

"Alas..." Tang Yihe sighed softly. That's what he said. But when the filming of the drama started, would his condition be better?

If you still can't speak, it will be very troublesome.

But no matter how anxious he was, it was useless. He could only pin his hopes on psychological intervention. If the intervention was useful, then recovery would be just around the corner. If the intervention was useless, he would have to find another way...

Tang Yihe calmed herself down before getting out of the car and entering the house.

Because his parents were at home, Sun Yichu happily lay at home like a waste. But before he could enjoy his parents' love enough, the time for separation came.

At eight o'clock in the morning on June 28th, Hongying and Fengxu left Nanyi.

When Sun Yichu got up, the house was exceptionally quiet. There was no sound of Hongying and Fengxu laughing, nor was there any sound of them chatting with Tang Yihe, so he knew that they were gone.

"Ring ring ring..."

On the balcony in the distance, the wind chimes outside the glass window moved in the wind, making crisp sounds. Sun Yichu raised his hand to stroke his hair, got up, went into the bathroom to wash up, and changed his clothes.

After leaving the bathroom, Sun Yichu glanced at his phone. It was already past nine o'clock. He couldn't help but slap his face in annoyance. Why did he like to sleep so much? Why couldn't he get up earlier and at least send his parents off? !

Why is it always like this? Even though I can’t do anything right, I’m still unwilling to try hard to help my brother and Li Cheng share some of the burden.

He put his phone in his pocket and planned to go to the company to find Tang Yihe.

Downstairs, Aunt Rong was cleaning the living room. Seeing him coming down, Aunt Rong hurriedly shouted to him, "Young Master, don't come down yet. The living room is slippery. Be careful not to fall. I'll come up and call you when I'm done cleaning, okay?"

Sun Yichu paused as he was going downstairs, and turned around and went back to his room. He thought it wouldn't take long for Aunt Rong to clean the living room, but when she came to call Sun Yichu, it was almost eleven o'clock.

He pursed his lips and stood at the door changing his shoes unhappily.

"Young Master, are you going out?" Aunt Rong saw his flustered movements and couldn't help wondering where he was going: "The eldest young master told you to wait for him at home. He will be back early for psychological intervention at one o'clock in the afternoon."

Psychological intervention?

Sun Yichu paused and turned to look at her. He was about to type a question when he heard the sound of conversation outside the door.

elder brother! !

It's my brother's voice!!

He didn't even care about his shoes which were not yet firmly planted, he opened the door and rushed out.

Outside the door, Tang Yihe was talking to Qian Chenyan with a smile in the corner of his eyes, but Qian Chenyan's expression was always indifferent, making it impossible to tell what his mood was.

"Ah!" Sun Yichu opened his arms and threw himself into Tang Yihe's arms, raising his face and grinning at him.

"Are you awake? Have you had breakfast?" Tang Yihe looked down at him and said, "Why did you come out without putting on your shoes? Go in and put them on." He frowned slightly, reached out his hand to ruffle Sun Yichu's messy hair, and smiled and said, "It looks like a bird's nest."

Upon hearing this, Sun Yichu glared at him, turned around and went back in.

Qian Chenyan looked at his back with a cold look in his eyes. He followed Tang Yihe into the house and sat on the sofa.

"This is Mr. Qian, someone you know. Let him do some psychological intervention for you after lunch, okay?"

Tang Yihe sat next to Sun Yichu, and seeing that he had been staring at Qian Chenyan, she had no choice but to ask him first and then report. In fact, Sun Yichu had to do it whether he agreed or not, but the effect was naturally different if he was voluntary or forced.

Qian Chenyan smiled at Sun Yichu and said, "Don't worry, just play a little game like last time."

"Brother, will you accompany me?" Sun Yichu pressed the cloud and shrank towards Tang Yihe in fear. Last time, Tang Yihe was not allowed to accompany him, and he didn't like it. He wanted his brother to accompany him, even if he was far away.

"This..." Tang Yihe was stunned. Most patients don't want other people in the room during treatment, but why is Sun Yuchu just the opposite?

He frowned and looked at Qian Chenyan, but saw that the other party was still smiling, but the smile was much fainter.

"Of course, but he can only stay away from you." Qian Chenyan looked into Sun Yichu's eyes and said, "I'll let my brother accompany you, so can you tell me the truth?"

Sun Yichu looked up at him after hearing this, then pursed his lips and slowly lowered his head to look at the tablet in his hand. This behavior made Qian Chenyan a little tricky. Patients who don't tell the truth are always tricky, no matter what time it is.

"Look, we're still doing the same thing today, painting." Qian Chenyan was not annoyed. Instead, he explained and took out the tools he needed for today from his bag.

It was a stack of white paper and a box of watercolor pens, which Sun Yichu had seen and used last time.

What’s different from last time is that there is an additional three-layer Rubik’s Cube today.

Qian Chenyan took the Rubik's Cube and tried to play with it, then he put the messy Rubik's Cube back to its original state and smiled at Sun Yichu: "Don't be nervous, we won't talk today, just follow my instructions, okay?"

Sun Yichu shook his head unwillingly. Seeing this, Tang Yihe frowned slightly and said, "Brother, can you come with me?"

"Where's mom?" Sun Yichu chose to change the subject and immediately typed to talk about something else.

Qian Chenyan had no choice but to put away the Rubik's Cube and drawing paper, "Then let's talk after dinner, okay?"

Sun Yichu ignored him and turned to look at Tang Yihe, "Mom left, why didn't you tell me?"

"You haven't woken up yet. Mom didn't call you because she was afraid of disturbing you." Seeing that he really had no interest in intervening, Tang Yihe had no choice but to go along with him and talk about something else.

"If he comes here, what about Ranbai?" Sun Yichu secretly wanted to drive Qian Chenyan out. He bit his lip and typed: "Can you let him go back? Ranbai needs him more. I'm fine. I'm not unhappy. Ranbai is not good and unhappy."

He did not move the clouds this time, so Qian Chenyan did not know what they were talking about. This was also Sun Yichu's purpose. After all, it was too rude to say bad things to someone's face.

Tang Yihe raised an eyebrow, took his tablet and replied, "Ran Bai's intervention is over, and he came here because of Ran Bai's intention. Don't you want to get better together? Hmm?"

Sun Yichu blinked and nodded slowly: "But I'm scared. I don't like him. He's so fierce."

"Brother is here, he doesn't dare to be mean to you. If you really don't like it, brother will change you, but there is no way today, so you should get used to it today, okay?" Tang Yihe tilted her head towards him and continued, "I promise, if you still don't like it after getting used to it today, brother will find a new one for you even if he searches the whole world, okay?"

Sun Yichu was stunned.

It's not that he dislikes the person, he just doesn't want to interfere.

Can……

That would make my brother very tired.

"Okay." He lowered his eyes and thought for a long time, then promised to cooperate, but asked Tang Yihe not to leave him alone in the room halfway.

Tang Yihe curved her eyebrows, raised her hand and made a pinky promise with him: "Okay, brother will accompany you."

Qian Chenyan raised his eyebrows when he heard this. It seemed that Sun Yichu had agreed to intervene.

It must be said that Tang Yihe did have a way to calm his emotions. This had a great impact on the subsequent treatment. After all, taking medicine was not good for the body, and it was better to be able to control it than not to be able to control it.

After lunch, Sun Yichu finished drinking the medicine under Tang Yihe's watchful eyes. At one o'clock, the three of them went upstairs to the study. The sunlight penetrated into the room through the window, making it bright and warm.

The curtains moved slightly, sometimes flying up and sometimes falling. Sun Yichu stood up and fixed the curtains, then sat down face to face with Qian Chenyan.

On the table in front of them were drawing paper and pens, as well as the Rubik's Cube and a black tablet.

Tang Yihe stood by the window, a few meters away from the two of them, accompanying Sun Yuchu at a distance.

"Don't be nervous. Let me tell you about our process later, okay?" Qian Chenyan supported his chin with both hands, spoke in a tone of a neighbor's brother, and looked at Sun Yichu with curved eyebrows and said, "I'm not a doctor. I'm just an amateur killing time. Remember?"

Sun Yichu raised his eyes slightly and glanced at him. The man in front of him was wearing an ordinary white shirt, beige suit pants and had a smiling face. He was indeed very different from his memory of the doctor.

Not a white coat, nor an indifferent look.

He pursed his lips and nodded, pushing the tablet towards Qian Chenyan. But Qian Chenyan smiled without even looking at it: "I said, I won't talk today. I'll ask you questions later, just nod or shake your head. If you don't want to answer, just knock on the table. Do you understand me like this?"

Sun Yichu nodded to show that he understood.

"Okay." Qian Chenyan opened his tablet and pulled out the simple picture he had prepared in advance. He turned his head to look at Tang Yihe and asked, "Does he have any comfort items? If so, bring them over."

Tang Yihe nodded, and went up to the balcony to get the blanket from the rattan chair. It was an off-white woolen blanket with four stars embroidered on the top four corners. It was embroidered by Hongying himself and sent over.

The blankets at home are basically like this, because we are afraid that Sun Yichu will accidentally dirty the blanket and have nothing to replace it.

"Are we going to start?" Tang Yihe folded the blanket and placed it in Sun Yichu's arms. "Do you need to get something else for him?"

After all, last time it was just painting, but this time there was an inquiry project, and he was not sure whether Sun Yichu would do anything.

Qian Chenyan frowned and thought for a moment, then said, "You can bring some of his usual food over, and prepare some water."

"Okay." Tang Yihe nodded, prepared everything and put them aside, then returned to the window.

Sun Yichu held a corner of the blanket, waiting for Qian Chenyan to start.

"Draw this first, follow the video." Qian Chenyan pointed to the cartoon picture on the tablet and said, "Don't make any mistakes. You have to follow the video for every step."

What's so hard about this?

Sun Yichu picked up the pen and prepared it. Qian Chenyan licked his back teeth and clicked on the video. As the background music sounded, a hand appeared on the screen.

A voice followed the movements and explained, and soon, a cute ice cream appeared on the paper. Qian Chenyan silently calculated the time to finish, but when he pressed the finish button, Sun Yichu had only finished half of the painting.

"It can be faster." Qian Chenyan frowned and clicked on the second one.

Sun Yichu couldn't help but hold the pen a little tighter, but he didn't have time to think about anything else because the video had already started playing.

His movements seemed fine, but every time he started to draw, Sun Yichu seemed to be in a psychological struggle. He needed to think for a long time about where to draw and where to stop.

Qian Chenyan looked at him quietly, twisting his fingers impatiently.