He said he doesn't love me

Perhaps the soothing took effect, or perhaps those figures and voices were really driven away by Tang Yihe, Sun Yichu just felt that he slept very peacefully.

When he opened his eyes, it was already bright outside. Tang Yihe wrapped him tightly in a blanket, as if she was afraid that he would run around in a daze.

"elder brother……"

"Um……"

Tang Yihe responded to him in a dreamy voice, then raised her hand to pat his back and went back to sleep.

Sun Yichu sighed helplessly and could only close his eyes again. His brother had such heavy dark circles under his eyes, he must have not slept well for a long time, so he should let him sleep a little longer. At worst, he could just take another nap.

As he thought about this, he gradually fell asleep again.

But when he woke up again, Tang Yihe was no longer in the room. Sun Yichu got up and looked at the time, and found two things. One, his mother's phone call had not been hung up, and two, it was now 12:00 am on September 15th.

"...Help." He felt annoyed for a while, picked up his phone and ran back to his room to change clothes and wash up.

The intervention was scheduled for 3 o'clock, which meant he had three hours before the intervention to eat and rest. He quickly packed himself up and ran downstairs. Everyone was sitting and watching TV, apparently waiting for him.

"Young master is awake, let's have dinner." Aunt Rong smiled at him and got up to go to the kitchen to get busy.

Soon, the food was served, and everyone sat down to eat quietly. Tang Yihe was eating while looking at her phone, seemingly busy.

Sun Yichu took a glance and found that he couldn't understand it, so he silently withdrew his gaze and ate his meal quietly.

After dinner, he took medicine and rested as usual. The only difference was that there were a few more people at home.

At half past two, Qian Chenyan arrived with today's equipment. He first told Sun Yichu about today's process, and then went upstairs alone to prepare.

Sun Yichu chewed an apple, staring blankly at his departing figure, then tilted his head to look at Tang Yihe: "Brother, why do you always have to draw?"

Tang Yihe shrugged, saying that he didn't know either. "Maybe it's his little habit. He always paints first before he intervenes."

"Oh." Sun Yichu continued to eat the apple until Qian Chenyan came downstairs to call him. Then he followed Tang Yihe upstairs to the study.

In the study, the familiar desk is already filled with the tools needed for today: paintbrushes, drawing paper, and a box of building blocks.

"Sit down, today we are going to paint an imaginary world." Qian Chenyan smiled at him and handed him a brightly colored paintbrush: "This should not be difficult for you, right?"

"No." Sun Yichu pursed his lips, "Can I draw anything?"

Qian Chenyan grinned, "Of course, as long as you can think of it, it's all possible."

Sun Yichu nodded, took the paintbrush and prepared to start. Qian Chenyan looked at him and suddenly smiled, "Young Master, but we only have one hour. Half an hour for painting and half an hour for building blocks. Is this arrangement okay?"

"can."

"Okay, then Mr. Tang, please stay away so as not to affect him and affect my judgment." Qian Chenyan touched his chin and said, "It's the same. If you don't want to answer the question, you can press the bell to skip it. Okay, let's start."

Sun Yichu tilted his head and looked at him with a pen in hand. "Answer while you draw?"

"Yes." Qian Chenyan took out his glasses from his bag and put them on, saying mercilessly, "It's been a minute."

Sun Yichu had no choice but to suppress his impatience and picked up the brush to draw the first stroke.

"You met Shen Anran, right? Do you agree with what she said to you?"

Sun Yichu paused and turned to look at Tang Yihe, but his sight was suddenly blocked by a pair of hands, so he couldn't see Tang Yihe's expression at all.

"Answer or ring the bell. Young master, don't always look at him. If you do, I will kick him out." Qian Chenyan narrowed his eyes and waited for his answer.

After a long while, Sun Yichu nodded, "I agree."

Qian Chenyan looked at him in surprise, "Do you all agree?"

"Yes." Sun Yichu lowered his eyelids and whispered, "She's right. I'm a disaster star. I'll always be abandoned. When I was young, I longed for the love of my parents and my brother. When I grew up, I still didn't get them. But after changing my identity, all of these came back to me, but I no longer long for them."

Tang Yihe's pupils shrank. As soon as he found out about Shen Anran, he had someone beat her up. Naturally, he knew what they had said. Now that he heard that he agreed with everything, he couldn't help but feel a pain in his heart again.

Isn't he right?

Correct.

It was he who desired those things, not the him that they knew.

The one they knew was the A-bao that he had mentioned as sleeping. And now, he was still the Sun Ran who longed for love but could not get it.

Qian Chenyan blinked and continued, "It stands to reason that if you have dissociative disorder, it is impossible for you to know the existence of another person. Yichu, I understand that the Abao you mentioned is something you imagined?"

what?

Tang Yihe shuddered all over, and suddenly he seemed to understand something. Yes, yes! He had always ignored this question. If he had split personality, he would not have known the existence of this Abao!

Sun Yichu swallowed his saliva, and suddenly smiled, "You are very smart."

"So... because of Su Ran's death, you are no longer willing to face this world that has lost hope. So you imagined another person, you named him Abao, and tried to let him live for you. Am I right to think so?" Qian Chenyan picked up the pen and wrote something on the paper. Sun Yichu hummed and stopped talking.

"Why is he called Po? Can you tell me?"

"Because he's a treasure, I call him Abao." Sun Yichu looked at him as if it was a matter of course, then changed a pen and continued to draw, "He is different from me. He is what I want to be and what everyone likes, so I call him Abao."

"Is he more like you, or more like Su Ran?"

"Him." Sun Yichu painted a large black cloud in the sky and continued, "He is more like A'ran. His personality and hobbies are exactly the same as A'ran's. I don't like myself, so I don't want him to be like me. A'ran is better than me, more optimistic than me, kinder than me. In short, I can't compare to him in any way."

"But, in my eyes, you are all equally good." Qian Chenyan guided him in time, "You and Abao, and Su Ran, are all good."

Sun Yichu shook his head. "You don't have to comfort me. I know what kind of person I am. I'm not as good as you think. I once thought about killing all those people, but Abao said that I would be trapped forever, so I gave up. I waited and waited for them to get their retribution, but before the retribution came, A'ran died. I hated myself for a while, and I also hated Abao for trying to stop me..."

Qian Chenyan listened to him quietly, recording something from time to time.

"So I thought about killing Abao too." Sun Yichu sniffed and changed a green pen to dot the tree. "I cut my wrists, swallowed pills, and even jumped off the building, but strangely, he always survived." He looked at his wrist in confusion and said, "The wound is very deep, can you see it?"

Qian Chenyan nodded and responded, "I can see it's very deep."

It was so deep that even after so long, there is still a deep mark.

"Yeah, but he actually survived." Sun Yichu smiled indifferently. He looked out the window, not knowing what he was thinking. "Maybe... he wanted me to get over it, so he endured it and survived despite the pain."

"But I'm not satisfied. I feel unhappy, so I hurt myself wantonly. He always cries, and I spit on him and cry with him..." Sun Yichu retracted his gaze, and suddenly, like a deflated ball, he lowered his head slightly, "I don't know why he is crying, but I still can't help it. The more he cries, the more irritated I get, and the more irritated I get, the more I want to kill him, but I can't bear it... He has been with me for a long time, sir, he has really been with me for a long, long time, so long that sometimes I can't tell whether it's me or him, so long that my emotions are gradually infected by him, and slowly I begin to regret hurting myself..."

"Okay, next question. Is it you or Abao who doesn't want others to get close to Tang Yihe?"

"I can't tell the difference." Sun Yichu pursed his lips and thought for a while, then shook his head. "Brother is mine, and can only be mine! I finally accepted Tang An'an, and finally controlled myself to no longer resist him and brother getting close. I'm no longer angry when they're intimate, so why do I need another Tongtong?"

Tongtong?

Qian Chenyan raised his eyes slightly and looked at Tang Yihe, somewhat surprised when this person had a younger brother. Then he collected his thoughts and asked, "What was your first reaction when you saw Tongtong?"

"Kill him." Sun Yichu murmured, "My brother can only be mine. Who the hell is he? Why should he share my brother with me?"

"But my brother feels pity for him and has no other intentions."

"He is pitiful, he is pitiful? Am I not pitiful? Who pitied me in the first place? Why can he take away my things with just one word of pity, and why should the love that I have waited for so many years be shared with others just because of his pity?"

Tang Yihe was stunned when he heard that. He thought that if he said that, Sun Yichu would not be angry. But he was careless. Tongtong was pitiful, but what about Sun Yichu who was also locked up in a mental hospital?

Tongtong had his pity and the care of the dean, but what about his Yichu? Has he ever received even a little bit of care from others?

"He calls me brother only because Mr. Tang is older than him. There is no other meaning." Qian Chenyan glanced at Tang Yihe and explained for him.

"Ding!"

Sun Yichu pursed his lips and ended the topic decisively.

Qian Chenyan sighed and stopped what he was doing. "Okay, time's up. Can you explain your painting to me?"

Sun Yichu looked at him in silence, then pointed at the picture on the paper and said, "The black hole ate everyone."

"...Do you hope that this black hole will absorb all the pain?" Qian Chenyan looked at the painting carefully and found that the picture was occupied by a huge black hole. The only bright color was a big tree at the entrance of the black hole.

The big tree was growing wildly at the entrance of the black hole, with luxuriant branches and leaves, and a few small flowers blooming. But the flowers had no color, as if the color had been sucked away by the black hole.

"No, I just ate them all." Sun Yichu folded up the painting, reached out to take the building blocks and opened the box, "Is it over after I finish putting them together?"

"Yes." Qian Chenyan nodded and watched him build blocks quietly.

Half an hour later, Sun Yichu was taken downstairs by Li Cheng, and the remaining time was left for Qian Chenyan and Tang Yihe to communicate about the situation.

The door closed again. Tang Yihe sat down in the same position as Sun Yichu with a serious expression. She looked at the painting carefully and traced it with her hands. "Is the disease reversing?"

Qian Chenyan took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes tiredly, "There is good news and bad news, which one do you want to hear first?"

"Good news." Tang Yihe put down the painting and looked at him straight, "Hurry up, stop talking nonsense, I still have to tell my parents."

Qian Chenyan nodded and said, "The good news is that it's not a relapse of the disease."

"What about the bad news?"

"The bad news is...his dissociative disorder seems to be much more serious." Qian Chenyan looked at what he had just recorded and continued to explain: "We all know that most patients with dissociative disorder do not recognize each other's personalities."