[Fifth Personality] Together forever [Otome, Soul of Umbrella]

After a few months, it seems like a lifetime.Now with medication and their care, you're getting better, at least not planning suicide anymore.After all, you are also lucky in misfortune, because at least you have the support and company of people around you.

Feeling better should be good, right?You leaning on Fan Wujiu's chest think so.

The itchy touch of your upper eyelids wakes you up from memories.

"By the way, you once said that you wanted to hear me play the flute, and today I brought the flute."

Fan Wujiu lowered his head to look at your peaceful face leaning against his chest, gently stroking your butterfly-like soft eyelashes with his fingertips.The butterfly wings trembled slightly, and it took off lightly with its wings spread.You instinctively want to be interested in this, but you find that the emotion of interest does not listen to you, and has long since left you without looking back.But looking at his serious eyes, how could you bear to show your lack of interest, so you didn't refuse.

You supported your body and wanted to get up to give him room to display, but his arms hugged him back to his chest.

"Just lie down and don't need to get up."

Fan Wujiu took from Xie Bian's hands a brown and black purple bamboo flute with red tassels hanging from the tail, and placed it horizontally to his lips from the right side, played a few notes casually, adjusted it, and then played it seriously up.

He put his whole body and soul into the melody produced by the rhythm of his fingertips, and his handsome face faced the sun, creating a sense of detachment.The long flute sound poured out with Fan Wujiu's breath and his lightly jumping fingertips, the long and short notes intertwined in an orderly manner, containing a hazy and ethereal feeling, as if you were in a pavilion with mist in the morning.The mist flows, and the mist faintly reveals the joy of the gurgling water of the small bridge.The fascinating mystery in the vast mist leads you to follow the direction of the stream, and what appears in front of you is an exquisite garden.

The melodious sound of the flute became cheerful, and the peaceful and peaceful scenery suddenly came to life.Butterflies danced among the flowers, lotus swayed in the wind in the pond, and birds sang, presenting a flower scroll of "several early warblers vying for warm trees, whose new swallows peck at the spring mud".

The sound of the flute gradually weakens and returns to the tranquility, full of reluctance and unfinished thoughts, nostalgic for the previous scenery.

Fan Wujiu's song "Journey to Gusu" has a profound foundation and is fascinating, as if you are on the scene.But it's a pity that even if you can see the scenery and understand the emotion in its melody, you can't feel it.

"it is good."

You raised your head, looked at his sharp chin, and sighed sincerely.The voice is not loud, but it is extraordinarily sonorous. Although there is only one word, it does not mean to be perfunctory.

"That's fine."

Hearing the sound, Fan Wujiu lowered his head slightly, the sharp eyebrows that always terrified the ghosts were softened by the delicate outline of the sunlight shining through the screen window, staring at your slightly lifeless eyes, the eyes overflowed with tenderness.His fingertips touched your face lightly, tracing your outline back and forth, as if he was treating a fragile porcelain doll.

Hei Wuchang, who is known for being cold and inaccessible, is not a patient person, but he gave you all his tenderness.

"Wu Yu's skills have improved a lot.

Xie Bi'an praised with a smile. "

"After you said you wanted to hear him play the flute, you practiced for a while..."

"Brother An!"

Fan Wujiu's ears were slightly red, he stopped Xie Bi'an's words with a stern face, no matter how you looked at it, it was a bit of an attempt to hide it.

Fan Wujiu had learned to play the flute, but he was not proficient.After you asked to hear him play the flute, you privately found Xie Bi'an, who is proficient in temperament, to teach him.He is not good at the flute, and the fast-paced part made him confused for a while, but in the end he persisted with great perseverance, for the little wish you once made.

There seems to be a ripple in the waveless heart, and it returns to plain.You looked up at Fan Wujiu's reddened ears in a daze, and your eyes became blurred because of difficulty focusing, so his ears turned pink in your eyes, and you couldn't help but stare at him in a daze again. .

It was evening, and the golden sun in the sky turned crimson, like salted duck egg yolk.The snow-white marshmallows and cream are rendered red by the egg yolk, and even the blue sky is not spared.

The big stone stuck in your heart disappeared, making you feel relaxed.The day is heavy and the night is light, the mysterious influence of nature on human beings.So every evening and into the night, you can rejuvenate a little bit and not feel so bad.

Fan Wujiu looked at your slightly shiny eyes with the small face still upturned in front of your chest, felt as cute as an ignorant young deer, couldn't help laughing.

"Am I good-looking? Doesn't your neck get tired when you keep looking at me like this?"

His arms half-circled your neck, and his fingers lightly pinched your chin down, allowing you to lower your head that had been upside down, and then kneaded the back of your neck with his thumbs to relieve the soreness in your neck.

You narrowed your eyes slightly in comfort, if you have a pair of animal ears on your head, they must hang down and stick to your head, similar to the big white cat raised by the grandma upstairs.

"If only I could be the same during the day as I am at night..." Just as relaxed as the night, without those horrible feelings, and without losing all my energy.

Looking at the gorgeous fire clouds outside the window, you murmured softly.

"Yes, you will definitely get better." Fan Wujiu said to you, his eyes full of determination.

Xie Bi'an looked at your profile, and said softly: "We will always be with you and will not leave."

Will that day really happen?

You don't have a bottom in your heart, you just feel that the future is surrounded by thick layers of fog, full of confused moisture.

Looking at the dazed thinness in your eyes, Fan Wujiu felt pain in his heart.The disease took away all the happiness and vitality of that smiling and agile girl, leaving you with endless pain and despair.He sighed out a foul breath, twisted a lock of your hair and sniffed the fragrance on it:

"We hate ourselves for being powerless, for not being able to fully understand your feelings, and for not being able to do so much..."

You panicked in your heart, widened your grape-like eyes in horror, grabbed his wrist with both hands, shook your head at him repeatedly, and behaved faintly with the intention of begging, not to let him continue to say such words .

You're terrified that they'll say things like that, and you never feel like they're doing very little, or that your sick feelings are easily understood.Because before your illness, you have never experienced these feelings, and you have never imagined them.Even you sometimes forget what the pain is like at night...It is absolutely impossible for a healthy body to feel the pain of the disease.Therefore, his self-blame makes your guilt feel more and more deepened.

Looking at your panicked appearance because of guilt, Xie Bi'an felt a pain in his heart, but he didn't show it on his face in order not to make you feel even more depressed, he just sat down by the window sill and gently bent down You embrace, forehead against yours:

"Don't want us to be sad? Speaking of it...we don't want you to feel guilty about us all the time...then let's try hard together, shall we?"

You paused slightly, and the tip of your nose happened to touch his, making you stunned for a moment.You hesitated to chew on his words, and finally nodded to him gently.

This small gesture of yours made joy well up in their hearts.You never lie, and this is the first time you've responded in the affirmative to them asking you to clear up your guilt, so it means you're determined to try.

Xie Bi'an lightly pecked your soft lips, clasped the ten fingers of your left hand with one hand, and then stared into your eyes, with a seriousness that rarely appeared on his face, but his tone was soft and unusual.He said literally:

"Maybe, you are shutting yourself in the room, the doors and windows are closed, and it is dark. But when you open the door, we will be there, and the light will flood in."

"We love you and will be with you forever."

Fan Wujiu intertwined the ten fingers of your right hand, and the sonorous and powerful oath carries the most sincere belief.

The gentle breeze brings a unique and fresh taste that is unique to the evening.Suddenly, you feel that something you have lost is mixed with it, and it is sent into your arms.

Maybe...well it should be great, right?

You looked down at the hands interlocking with them, and instinctively tightened your grip.

【Finish】

☆、Some words for readers

Words for some non-patients:

Thank you for persevering in reading this article!

Maybe you will be confused and feel that the "you" in the text is too much, because the two umbrellas have paid so much for you, but you have not even responded.Why don't you correct your hypocrisy and fragility?

However, this is the performance of the most real patients. It's not that they don't want to change, but they can't and they don't have the ability.

Does it sound absurd?But that's how it is...

It's like saying to an asthma patient, "Why don't you breathe well? Why don't you correct your choking problem?"

It's okay, it's great that you "know" and "understand".After all, it is impossible and unnecessary to understand, and I do not hope that you will understand one day.Because no one can fully understand except the patient.

"You" are actually brave and strong, aren't you, because "you" survived after suffering a lot.

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To the patient:

Follow the doctor's advice carefully, insist on taking medicine, and cooperate with psychotherapy, which varies from person to person.

(Language is pale, and here I can only give the most effective suggestions. I believe that you have heard a lot of words of encouragement and are tired of hearing them. You should know that you have no feeling for any language at that time.)