The female supporting role is crazy about the male lead

The man's speech became faster and faster, and more and more frequent, as if he was possessed by a demon.

His condition is getting worse and worse.

Xia Ran wanted to take away the man's hands that were holding his head, but those hands were holding on tightly as if they were grabbing a life-saving straw.

She couldn't match his strength, so she could only pry it open as hard as she could, still trying to wake him up with her mouth, "An Shijing, wake up! I'm Xia Ran!"

The man turned a deaf ear. He was trapped in his own world and had no way out.

No, this is not a solution.

It was obvious that An Shijing was experiencing some psychological trauma, probably because some scene triggered him.

Xia Ran calmed down and looked around carefully.

Rain, wind, thunder and lightning.

Just as I was thinking about it, there was another loud bang outside the window.

The man on the bed shuddered violently and let out a long, suppressed groan from the depths of his throat. The volume increased and those Arabic words for help began to flow out continuously and in a disorderly manner.

It turned out to be thunder.

Then make it go away.

Xia Ran went back to her room and took out the speaker she used for yoga, brought it to An Shijing's room, and clicked it to play a high-pitched mountain folk song.

The inspiring music composed of gongs, drums, suona, flute and cymbals resounded throughout the room.

Covered up the rumbling sound outside.

With the physical exorcism going on, Xia Ran got on the bed and crawled next to the man.

Without the thunder, the man was much calmer than before. He still maintained his previous posture, but he stopped muttering to himself.

At this time, the woman gently pushed his hand away and he let it go.

An Shijing's handsome face was wet and covered with sweat, and his long hair was stuck to his face because of his previous actions, and it was still emitting heat.

She carefully brushed away the hair that was stuck to his face.

Feeling the woman's tenderness, An Shijing stared at her motionlessly.

Those eyes were like those of a newborn baby, ignorant, and filled with lingering fear and realization.

He probably just didn't come back to his senses.

Xia Ran breathed a sigh of relief and was about to speak.

An You rushed in.

"Brother, why are you playing the music so loud? I can hear it from the second floor. It's really poisoning my ears."

The man who was walking and talking didn't even look at the bed. He just walked over and turned off the stereo.

The room fell into silence for a moment, and coincidentally, there was another burst of thunder.

Those tormenting memories once again occupied An Shijing's entire mind.

"Shi Jing! Run! Run!"

"Bang." "Boom."

The man in front of him began to look unfocused again.

An You then turned around and looked at the bed. Besides his brother, there was actually another person.

"Ranran?" He opened his eyes wide and his voice broke with excitement.

Were they secretly in a relationship? Why was it so fast?

On An Shijing's side, he had already struggled to break free from the woman's hand, and his head started to hurt again.

Xia Ran couldn't control it no matter what.

Damn it, she was so annoyed that she yelled at the male lead: "Get out!"

An You was frightened by his sister's first angry moment. He subconsciously thought that he had really disturbed their good time and retreated awkwardly.

The situation on An Shijing's side was worse than the first time.

Not only did he isolate himself like he did just now, but he also kept others from getting close to him.

Xia Ran was just about to repeat her old trick and take his hand away, but he grabbed her and threw her hard as soon as she touched him, causing her to fall to the other side of the bed.

"Why are you the only one who survived?"

"An Shijing, why are you the only one who survived? Why is it you?"

"Why?"

Go away, go away, don’t touch me, the man kept shaking his head, trying to drive away the demon in his mind.

"An Shijing! An Shijing!" The woman shook him. The man was still struggling, his eyes full of pain.

Xia Ran lowered his head and kissed the mouth that was still cursing him.

She really had no other choice but to try this to see if it could calm the man down a little.

Fortunately, this trick was very effective, and the person under him gradually calmed down.

Those cloudy and complex eyes also regained some clarity.

The woman pulled away, stood up, wiped her lips, looked at the man and whispered, "Are you calm now?"

Calm down.

I don't know when the thunder outside stopped, only the sound of raindrops hitting the window glass, dripping.

The room was silent.

The woman had long since left the room.

An Shijing was still lying on the bed, looking at the white ceiling, thinking about the scene just before the woman left.

Xia Ran stood by the bed, straightening her wrinkled clothes and looking at him.

With a gloomy face and slightly furrowed brows, those exquisite eyes seemed to be able to penetrate through layers of barriers and see directly into the depths of his soul.

"If you are sick, treat it. Buddha will not save people like you who don't know how to save themselves."

She threw down these words and left.

A person who does not know how to save himself is a person who does not seek change or save himself when encountering difficulties, but only knows how to escape.

Isn't this talking about him?

But some mistakes have lost the chance to be changed forever.

An Shijing smiled self-deprecatingly and closed his eyes.

Xia Ran did not choose to go back to her room, but came to An You.

When An You opened the door for her, he still felt a little embarrassed and awkward. What happened in his second brother's room just now caused him to feel an inexplicable sense of shame whenever he saw Xia Ran.

"Ran Ran, I..." An You paused, really unable to say it, "I really didn't know what you were doing just now... I..."

Xia Ran raised his hand to interrupt the man's monologue, "I have something important to discuss with you. It's about An Shijing."

Study room on the second floor.

"You mean, my second brother probably saw a war scene in Afghanistan and then suffered from PTSD (post-traumatic stress disorder)?"

An You raised his voice in disbelief.

My second brother told them some time ago that he went to Afghanistan, but he said he was going there for a trip?

How come you got a ptsd?

An You still couldn't accept it.

The conversation between her and An You ended with An You saying that he would take An Shijing to the hospital.

She also asked Xiaobai about the mental illness of her target, and Xiaobai said that An Shijing's symptoms were not serious.

It can provide system-produced therapeutic drugs, but she owes it a "favor".

What the hell is this?

Xia Ran was speechless, "Is it because you are a robot that you said 'human feelings' as 'machine feelings'?"

Fat Cat nodded.

Xia Ran: fine.

So now her idea about An Shijing is to wait and see and wait for an opportunity.

I don’t know what kind of changes today’s incident will bring to both of them.

Early the next morning, Xia Ran was completing a Chinese painting with Baishan Temple as the main subject in his study.

The majestic and solemn temples, the sturdy and vigorous ginkgo trees, the people coming and going with different expressions, the incense burners with lingering smoke, and the compassionate and calm monks occasionally walking among them.

With just a few delicate and graceful brushstrokes, the quiet, solemn and popular Baishan Temple is outlined.

Is there a real Buddha? I don't know. Why do we worship Buddha? Just to find peace of mind.

On the way back to the bedroom from the study, she was taken away by Mother An again.

Mother An kept chattering along the way, and Xia Ran pieced together the key information from her fragmented sentences.

"We're going on vacation to the mountains together?"