Do you have a boyfriend

"Have you slept well recently?"

Zhao Qi asked while lowering his head to record.

Song Chuman sat across from him, relaxed on the soft sofa, and looked away from the green plants by the window.

He straightened up slightly, and said softly: "Not very good."

The weather has been bad these days, and it often rains at night. He never closes the window when he sleeps, and the howling cold wind and rain will wake him up in the middle of the night.

Zhao Qi paused his pen tip, and spoke in a more gentle tone: "If you can't fall asleep, you can flip through a book, or find a movie to watch."

Song Chuman nodded in response.

But doing these things will make him feel more lonely. He wants to talk to someone, but unfortunately there is no suitable partner, and everyone is sleeping soundly in the middle of the night.

"Would you like to tell me today, the story between you and your boyfriend?" Zhao Qi put the pen and paper aside, crossed his legs and assumed a listening posture.

The last time Song Chuman came, he told Zhao Qi that he had a boyfriend.

Zhao Qi was a little surprised that he hadn't revealed his sexual orientation before, but given Song Chuman's current situation, it was a good thing that someone could accompany and take care of him.

As long as this "boyfriend" is real.

Song Chuman suffers from mild schizophrenia, and sometimes confuses fantasy with reality. The last time he had an attack, he brought home a kitten that had died for several days and tried his best to "raise" it for a week.

In the cold winter, Song Chuman wrapped the kitten in several layers of old clothes and blankets, but still couldn't cover its stiff body. He thought the kitten was sick because it didn't eat or drink.

In the end, Song Chuman carried the kitten to the pet hospital. The doctor's eyes seemed to be looking at a psychopath, and he covered his nose and waved at him: "How many days has it been dead, take it away!"

Song Chu looked bewildered, hesitated for a long time on the side of the road, and went to find Zhao Qi with the cat in his arms.

Zhao Qi couldn't bear it very much. He didn't say it directly, but only told Song Chuman that the kitten was seriously ill, and there was a high probability that it could not be saved. If Song Chuman wanted to, he could give it to him. Contact the best pet hospital.

If it can be saved, send it back to Song Chuman. If it dies unfortunately, Song Chuman can consider raising another one.

A perfect set of rhetoric, which protected Song Chuman's fragile nerves and distorted cognition, and at the same time gave him a glimmer of hope.

Song Chuman looked at Zhao Qi for a while, then shook his head calmly: "No, thank you."

He saw a moment of surprise and pity in Zhao Qi's eyes.

He left alone with the kitten's body, and never mentioned raising a cat again.

Now, Song Chuman raised his clear eyes: "Do you have to say it?"

Zhao Qi asked this question last time, Song Chuman was very resistant, and Zhao Qi was worried about the authenticity of the "boyfriend" he said.

This is not the same as a dead kitten. If it is not stopped and guided, the condition will only get worse.

"You haven't been together for a long time, does he know about your situation?"

Since he didn't want to say more, Zhao Qi asked in another way.

"know."

Song Chuman hesitated for a moment, then lowered his head and took out his phone: "I have a photo."

No password is needed to unlock the phone. He tapped a few times on the screen, stretched his arm and showed it to Zhao Qi, revealing a white and slender wrist.

The photo seemed to be a distant view, and there was a blurry shadow on it. Zhao Qi got up subconsciously and wanted to take the phone to take a closer look, but Song Chuman suddenly withdrew his hand.

"See." Song Chuman put the phone away like a baby.

Zhao Qi coughed lightly and touched the tip of his nose: "You move too fast..."

He didn't even see whether the person in the photo was a person, let alone whether it was a man or a woman, "Xiao Song, you..."

"Doctor Zhao," Song Chuman turned his head to look at the clock on the wall, interrupting him, "It's getting late, let's talk about it next time."

Zhao Qi had no choice but to say, "Okay."

He and Song Chuman had been in contact for less than two months, neither long nor short.

At first, Song Chuman looked at him with indifference and guard, but now, although he is much better, at certain times he would still shrink into his shell and say nothing.

The cure of mental illness needs to be done step by step, and there is no rush, but this is probably the last time he talked with Song Chuman, and he will go abroad for further study in a few days.He couldn't hear the "next time" that Song Chu was talking about.

Zhao Qi had told Song Chuman about this long ago, Song Chuman looked slightly startled, then frowned slightly: "So suddenly?"

"It was a bit sudden," but the opportunity was rare, Zhao Qi smiled, "I also just received the news yesterday, and I expect to stay there for a long time."

"All the information I have here will be handed over to other doctors. I have been notifying patients one after another in the past two days. If you come here today, just tell me in person. Let me take a look..."

Zhao Qi flipped through his notebook, "A new doctor came here some time ago, and he will be in charge of you from now on."

He saw that Song Chuman was not very happy, and said a few good words for the new doctor: "The new doctor's surname is Lu. I have met him a few times. He has a very patient personality and is very gentle."

If Song Chuman is not satisfied in the future, he can change it at any time.

It's a pity that Lu Zhao is not here today, otherwise he can let the two of them meet and get to know each other formally.

Zhao Qi remembered something again: "You should have seen it? Dr. Lu mentioned you to me, and I have a good impression of you."

Song Chuman's face was cold and gloomy: "Really? I don't remember."

He and Zhao Qi can't be said to be close, but they have known each other for so long, and now they are suddenly replaced by a stranger who has never met.

Song Chuman didn't like this, he felt bored, and even had some resistance to the new doctor.

The time was almost up, Song Chuman got up and said goodbye, Zhao Qi packed up his things and patted him on the shoulder: "If you have any situation in the future, you can also contact me."

Song Chuman stopped talking and said calmly, "Goodbye."

**

On the way back, Song Chuman received a text message from Zhao Qi, which was the personal information of his new doctor.

Lu Zhao, male, 26 years old.There were some simple qualification introductions later, Song Chuman was not interested, so he deleted the text message casually.

It had been raining for several days, and at this moment some thin sunlight finally appeared. As usual, Song Chuman didn't go to the flower shop in the afternoon, but just passed by from a distance.

There were no customers at this time, and the clerk Xiao Deng was sweeping the dust with a feather duster.

Song Chuman stood on the other side of the road and looked at it for a moment, then turned and left, while sending a message to Xiao Deng.

[An]: The iris by the door is skewed.

Xiao Deng replied quickly, and attached a picture that had been rearranged.

[Xiao Deng]: Good boss! [picture]

After leaving the flower shop, Song Chuman walked to a supermarket.

He didn't have much to buy, so he carried a small basket and walked slowly along the corridor.

There was instant coffee on the shelf at the end. Song Chuman picked up a bag, and the phone in his pocket rang.

He took it out and saw that it was a message from Tong Yihang.

[Do not disturb in retreat]: Full of cubs! !I see the light of day again! !

Song Chuman put down the basket and replied him.

[An]: Congratulations.

Tong Yihang is a friend he met by chance two years ago, and the only friend he has been in contact with all the time. Now he is abroad, and he said a month ago that he has a very important plan to do, and he should be done by now.

He picked up the basket and walked forward. As he walked through the shelves, he caught a glimpse of a black figure on the other side of the shelf out of the corner of his eye.

The lights in the supermarket were brightly lit, various products were piled up layer by layer, and there were few people walking around, so the black shadow was particularly eye-catching.

When Song Chuman looked up, the figure had disappeared.

He didn't care, and the phone rang a few more times.

[Do Not Disturb in Retreat]: Don't be fooled, I stayed up for three whole nights!There is no Party A in this world that I, Tong Yihang, can't handle!

[An]: Are you sleepy?

[Do Not Disturb in Retirement]: To be honest, I think I can still go to Glory Canyon for [-] rounds.

[Do Not Disturb in Retreat]: By the way, Manzai!How are you doing?

Song Chuman took a handful of cabbages and put them in the basket.

[An]: Same old.

He is usually introverted and indifferent. Although Tong Yihang is far away abroad, he is the only person he can confide in.

Song Chuman typed a few words, wanting to tell Tong Yihang that he had changed to a psychiatrist, and seeing "three overnights" in the message box above, he silently deleted all the words.

[An]: You go to rest first, we will talk again when you are free.

He had chosen something and was about to go to the cashier to check out, when the phone rang several times in a row.

[Do Not Disturb in Retreat]: No hurry, no hurry, I'll order a takeaway first, and then I'll take a shower later.

[Do Not Disturb in Retreat]: I think I'm about to stink!

[Do Not Disturb in Retirement]: After I finish the mess here, I will find time to go back to China, and then I will come to play duck with you!

"A total of 98.5 yuan." The cashier's cheeks were slightly red, and he quickly packed the things and handed them to Song Chuman.

[well.

The house he rented was nearby. It was a long-established community without an elevator, but it was green and quiet.

A few elderly residents at the gate of the community sat chatting and playing chess, Song Chuman walked around them and turned a corner.

The more you walked in, the quieter the surrounding area became. Song Chuman seemed to have sensed it, and slowed down to take a look back.

There was no one behind, only the shadows of a few branches reflected on the ground.

The sound of children playing suddenly came from a distance, Song Chuman turned his head and continued to move forward, but the speed was obviously much faster.

He turned another corner, and his figure disappeared beside the tree trunk. After a while, he suddenly took two steps back, squatting down as if picking up something on the ground.

Song Chuman looked up, and sure enough, he saw a figure quickly avoiding his sight, hiding behind the dense green plants.

The figure was dressed in black, and seemed to be wearing a peaked cap. It was not clear from a distance, but he was tall, very similar to the shadow Song Chuman had glimpsed when he was in the supermarket.

Song Chuman pretended to pick up something that didn't exist on the ground, stood up calmly, walked lightly while keeping an eye on his back, his right hand tightly clutching the phone.

He lives on the third floor, where the stairs are narrow, the iron railings are stained with rust, the walls are worn out, and there is a faint smell of decay. The sound of breathing and the subtle sounds of rubbing plastic bags seem to be amplified several times.

After making sure that no one else was walking in the stairwell, Song Chuman took out the key, and after entering the room, he gently closed the door and locked it.

He leaned against the cabinet by the door and exhaled heavily, only to realize that his palms were sweating a little.

After putting away his things, Song Chuman went to wash his hands, and quietly opened the curtains of the living room to look out, but he didn't see anyone suspicious.

Maybe he was thinking too much.

He took out his mobile phone, and the chat record with Tong Yihang still stayed on the word "good" he replied, Tong Yihang should be resting now.

Song Chuman had very few contacts on WeChat, and Zhao Qi sent him a text message that seemed to contain his new doctor's contact information and WeChat, but he had already deleted it.

He took a sip of water, struggled for a long time, and still sent a message to Tong Yihang.

[An]: I changed to a psychiatrist.

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