[Variety Drama] Serious Nonsense

Flora was standing in front of Rhett's apartment with a fast-food paper bag containing two apple pies.

Knowing that Rhett likes sweets, she wanted to bring him some, and finally thought of the two apple pies he ordered at the fast food restaurant that day.

She knocked on the door a few times, and brushed the broken hair from her face behind her ears with one hand.Ten seconds later, Reid opened the door. He was wearing a dark red knitted vest and slippers, holding a book in his hand, with his index finger tucked in the pages.

Reid's whole face was a bit haggard, obviously his mental state was not good these few days.He probably took her call yesterday as a joke, and stayed by the door in a daze, he opened his mouth but didn't make a sound.

"I came to see my good friend and brought you a pie." Flora smiled and held up the paper bag she was holding, and then said with some hesitation, "Can I go in?"

"Of course." Reid took the paper bag with one hand in a panic, and made way for Flora to let her in.

She and Rhett sat side by side on two sofa chairs, with a round table between them, and a few books were neatly stacked on the table.The window of the living room was intentionally covered with half of the curtains. The late autumn sun was not warm, and the temperature in the room seemed a bit cold.

After a while, Reid asked a little uncomfortable: "Lopez, what do you think you are drinking?"

"Lemon tea or lemonade, it's enough without a glass of water, thank you." In contrast, she behaved much more naturally.

She believed that Rhett must be thinking about the reason for her coming with his speed several times higher than that of ordinary people.

While Rhett was pouring the water, Flora casually flipped through the books on the round table, and found a copy of Oxford's "Handbook of Clinical Psychiatry" at the bottom.She felt a tug in her heart, and was about to pull it out, but was held down by a hand from the top, and then a coffee cup half filled with warm water came into sight, as well as the slender, beautiful hand holding the handle of the coffee cup.

She took it, smiled, Rhett and him looked at each other, then looked away, barely hooked their lips, and moved the dozen books on the round table aside without any trace.

"Spenser." Flora called him, and he was startled, not knowing what to do and standing there.

They know whether it is long or not, and whether it is short or not.His high IQ of 187 always keeps him talking, but it can also destroy her equations and mobile phones; he has comforted her in clumsy ways, praised her, and broke her door because of worry; To be able to stand in front of her at a dangerous moment and promise her to let her leave safely, and to point at her head and hit her leg at a critical moment...

She said in a calm and slow tone: "You said last time that you actually like me very much. Now I just want to let you know that I like you too." He looked at her with hesitant and tangled eyes, exactly the same as that night.

Flora's gaze never left the man standing straight in front of her, whose left index finger trembled unconsciously. She put down the cup, stood up and took a step towards him, sighing, pretending to be a little confused: "I don't understand , everything is fine, what exactly do you think we are not suitable for?"

She felt that if she was a little more at this time, she would be like a naughty shrew.

Reid shook his head. His dark circles seemed to spread, and there were faint marks on his eyelids. He lowered his head and said hoarsely: "Sorry, it's not your problem, it's me."

"If it's not my problem, then it's even better. I thought you knew something." She said this seriously, not as if she was joking.

"Know something... what?" Reid raised his eyes, the circles of his eyes were red, but he was also confused.

"That's right." Flora smiled wryly, "I thought you knew what I've been through, that's why it happened."

She felt that she was quite cunning at the moment, and she used some technological means to find out what Rhett was really worried about, and then she thought about it all night and decided to use her secret as a cover.But if she wasn't cunning and cruel to herself, maybe they would be "good" friends for life.

"The thing about your parents being killed by a serial killer? I know..."

"It's not just that." Flora interrupted him, shaking her head slightly, "I also witnessed the whole scene, and my memory is still fresh."

Rhett looked at her in surprise, his face full of disbelief, and he frowned and said, "This is impossible. It said that you happened to stay at your aunt's house that night, so you survived."

"Yes, that's what the file says, but do you remember who that murderer was?" Flora asked back.

Reid lowered his head and recalled: "The murderer is a typical mental suppressor who is jealous of those happy families because of the living environment and the crowding out of the people around him. He usually uses his children to threaten the mother and tie up the father, and then kills him in front of family members. Kill the child first, and then kill the mother, so that the strongest father will feel powerless..." He suddenly realized something and raised his head, "So it is impossible for him to commit murder when the child is not present, you go to your aunt's house to escape It doesn't make any sense!" After speaking, Reid was even more surprised, and even opened his mouth.

Flora shrugged and said, "Yes, because I was underage at the time, the FBI that handled the case sealed up this part of the file to protect me, and finally made up a lie that I wasn't there that night."

She didn't wait for Rhett to speak, she raised her face as if recalling the scene at that time, and continued on her own: "At that time, Mary from the neighbor's house came to play with me, my mother was cleaning the dishes, and my father was watching a football game. I was with Mary at the time. I was playing hide-and-seek, and I happened to hide in the cupboard. I don’t know when the man came in. I was laughing in the crack of the cupboard door when Mary was looking around, and suddenly I saw the man covering Mary’s mouth from behind, stuffing it. Then the room fell into darkness, I heard my parents calling my name, I wanted to climb out, but when I was about to open the cupboard door, my mother’s voice suddenly stopped... I was really very , I was very scared, so I stood there motionless, and then I saw that man dragged the unconscious mother in and tied him up... When my father entered the door, he probably saw the lunatic holding a knife in each hand against Mary and me. The scene on my mother, my mother quickly woke up, she just turned her head and accidentally found the corner of my clothes caught outside by the closet, shook her head at me vigorously while the murderer was focusing on my father, and then went crazy Shouting my name to Mary, telling that person not to do anything to "me"..." Flora stopped here, and she summed up those scenes that she will never forget in one sentence: "Next, I will fight with you in front of me." It’s the same way of saying it.”

Reid no longer knows what expression to use to face all this. He has encountered many such things and memorized all kinds of data. Naturally, he knows the scene of a nine-year-old child witnessing his parents being brutally murdered by a psychopath What a huge impact it will have on her growth.

She finally breathed a sigh of relief, as if she had just told someone else's story, and asked Rhett naively: "Dear doctor, what happened to those children who had similar things in their childhood, do you have any data?"

"Lopez..." He called her name, but couldn't say the rest, even though his brain had already pushed the data to the language area of ​​the cerebral cortex before her voice fell.

"My aunt took me for consultation later, and I still remember the few words the doctor said—ptsd." Flora glanced at Rhett when she mentioned the four letters.Normally, he would talk non-stop when he heard this professional abbreviation, but now he is just quietly like a child, looking at her with pain on his face, listening to her tell all about it.

"I think you know better than me what these letters mean." She untied the scars of the past, wanting him to forget hers for a while.

"Post-traumatic stress disorder..." he finally said, his tone thick with deep emotion, "An individual who experiences, witnesses, or encounters one or more actual deaths involving himself or others, or is threatened with death, or seriously Injury or physical integrity is threatened, resulting in delayed emergence and persistent mental disorders, while women..." He paused here, and looked away a little bit unbearably, "It is easier to develop than men for ptsd."

Flora nodded, and said naturally: "When I was a teenager, I was forced to see a psychiatrist every other month. They treated me as a high-risk group for ptsd. If it wasn't for my aunt, I would I'm afraid they'll use drugs to make me stupid." She laughed a few times when she said this, "But it's true, I used to suffer from insomnia for a long time, and I was extremely nervous in the middle of the night, and those images would emerge when I closed my eyes In front of me. By the way, I also Googled it specifically, and they said that severe ptsd patients may even develop depression and even aggressive behavior, that is, I may be sent to a mental hospital at any time."

Flora continued to observe Rhett's expression, and she could see the shock, sympathy and other things in Rhett's eyes without knowing the profile.

But what she wants is not sympathy, but something else.

"So, if you feel sorry for me or even reject me because I may turn into a lunatic who cuts people on the road due to extreme nervousness at any time, I completely understand." Flora's words were very serious.After everything she wanted to say was over, she picked up the coffee cup on the round table, drank the water that had started to cool, then picked up the bag from the chair, took a napkin from the round table, and blew silently. She sniffed her nose, ready to leave.

"Lopez, I won't," Rhett yelled at her before she could take a step, "I mean, I don't pity or sympathize with you, I'm just a little bit sad...and I wouldn't because of what happened to you Just give up such a good you, I..."

"Then tell me Rhett, what other reasons do you have?" Turning around, his shadow was reflected in the blue-gray eyes as calm as a sea of ​​water.

They looked at each other and confronted each other.

Spencer, don't keep the torture to yourself.How much Flora wanted to say this.

In the end, he habitually pursed his lips upwards, and said, "I told you that my mother is a paranoid schizophrenic, and you must know that this disease is hereditary, and it is very easy to suffer from it at my age. Seizure." He sniffed at this.

"Have you seen a doctor?" Flora's tone softened, she put her hands on his shoulders, and looked at his red eye circles.

"They say I'm fine, but I've got the psychiatry book in my head, and knowing that schizophrenia is genetic is like finding a needle in a haystack."

"so?"

"Did you know? He lowered his head slightly. I've been suffering from severe headaches lately. I can't sleep at night and can't concentrate on the case..." He raised his head with a stern expression, "I only read five books this week."

Flora's hand originally wanted to caress his face in distress, and then asked softly, "Why didn't you tell me this earlier", all of which were choked by Rhett's last sentence within a second come back =. =

"So?" she asked again.

"So I can't let you be with someone who might..."

"Aren't I too?" Flora found herself interrupting the stupid thoughts that were popping up in Rhett's head from time to time today.

"Since you don't care that I may go crazy because of ptsd at any time, why do you think I will give up on you because of the chance of finding a needle in a haystack, Spencer? At worst, let's go to the street and dance the bunny dance together." She The first half of the sentence was aggravated, and she had to let the doctor in front of her, whose EQ was astonishingly low at the moment, use his IQ to understand this sentence.

Gradually, she watched Rhett's eyes turn calm from pain and then slowly heat up.It seems that the surrounding temperature is slowly rising because of this change.

— Her words worked.

"So?" Flora blinked this time and changed her tone.

Reid's face was slightly red, and he asked cautiously: "So I have chased you?"

"Have you ever chased him?" Flora asked in confusion.

He was a little anxious, stretched out a finger and counted impatiently: "I clearly remember the time Stanford University hugged you, gave you your mobile phone to invite you to watch a movie, and invited you to dinner..."

Only halfway through Rhett's words, he was pulled straight down by a force, and the words he hadn't spoken were blocked by a kiss.Flora held her head high and stood on tiptoe with great difficulty, insisting on pressing Rhett's shoulder and pressing him down.

She could deeply feel the process from being active to being passive, and Rhett's emotions became more and more urgent and hot with this kiss, his hand inserted | into her hair, and cushioned the back of her head, even though Clumsy, the tongue coating is also clinging to her upper tongue cavity, stirring passionately and slowly, hands clasped, the other tightly encircling each other.

The coolness of lemon tea was in her mouth, and the faint fragrance unique to women exuded from her hair, which made him indulge in this unparalleled shock that was not outside of books.

This kiss was different from the last one, deeply, lingering and charmingly attracted to each other.

She fell into it, and the one under her foot couldn't stand firmly, leading him to fall on the sofa chair behind her.

The moment her body touched, she could feel the turbulent heartbeat, which belonged to him as well as her own.

After the fall, there was silence for a few seconds. Reid held the handle at a loss and stood up awkwardly. His face was flushed and he didn't dare to look at her. It is so difficult to find a sentence in the brain: "Um, Flora, what's the matter with the rabbit dance in front of you?"

Seeing Rhett's embarrassing situation, Flora couldn't help laughing: "I'll just say it casually, but it's quite effective. It seems that both of us are sick earlier."