Xiao Lang Jing

Yue Lan knew that what Zhao Meng said was true.

She owed Song Qiran a lot.That sentence doesn't make sense on many levels, but it's a truth after all.

She watched the family doctor of the Song family walk into the room where Song Qiran was resting. The follow-up adjuvant treatment would not end within a day or two. Dr. Li had given them vaccinations very early on.

In the first few days or even the first few weeks after Song Qiran just woke up, his personality will become very different from his original appearance. Counseling can always alleviate to a great extent the adverse effects that may be caused by personality differences before and after.

She could see that Zhao Meng had exerted the greatest restraint he could in his life and was waiting for the whole course of treatment to progress slowly.If there is one person in this world who is more anxious than Zhao Meng now, it may only be Song Qiran's second uncle Song Xincheng.

To be honest, Song Xincheng didn't send his special agents to tie her up the first time he came to the provincial capital, Yue Lan felt that it was a great tolerance.

After all, when she first showed Song Xincheng the last batch of keepsakes in her hands, Song Xincheng's old fox mask, which was always easy to handle, was completely cracked on the spot.

His anger was almost tangible.

Not only is it tangible, but it is also like a stormy sea, capable of burning and crushing people to death.Only then did Yue Lan understand that no one who could climb to such a position in the officialdom would be a simple person.The sense of oppression on Song Xincheng almost made her suspect that he would destroy the token on the spot.

Because that was indeed the biggest satire on Song Qiran, Song Xincheng, and even the entire Song family.

The thing told them plainly that what they all had thought for so many years was wrong.

They were all tricked by an unexpected little person——Yue Lan's pen pal in high school and Song Qiran's friend in the rehabilitation center, Liu Nengbin.

The moment Song Qiran heard that name again, his expression was loose.

It had been two full weeks since he first woke up from the memory.His expression will still be unnatural when he speaks. Even when facing Zhao Meng, he doesn't talk as much as before. It's like trying to get back some sense of security from that action.

Except for Zhao Meng, he was instinctively wary of anyone else, especially Yue Lan.

Until he got a letter from Yue Lan.

It was a letter that had been sealed for a long time. The letter paper was yellow and wrinkled. It was carefully preserved in a plastic envelope at first. Song Qiran saw that the names of Liu Nengbin and Yue Lan were written on the envelope. In those two columns, a white light flashed in his mind, and he remembered the strange line he had subconsciously said when he spoke to Yue Lan for the first time.

"You can't be Yue Lan, Yue Lan is a man."

Now he remembered why he thought so.

Liu Nengbin once told Song Qiran that the person he had a crush on was a senior who was two years above him at the same school. The two had been communicating by correspondence, and they had never met each other.At that time, Song Qiran knew that Liu Nengbin's pen pal was called Yue Lan, and at the same time, he firmly engraved the impression that Yue Lan was a boy.

He showed a slightly surprised expression.He took the letter, opened it, and read it.

Song Qiran read the first page at a glance, but the more he looked at the back, the slower he read. His expressions and eyes became very complicated, and he even squeezed the letter paper tightly, and couldn't help but lower his head and rub it for a few minutes. own temple.

When he looked up again, his eyes were a mixture of shock, annoyance, sadness, and confusion.He folded the letter paper in half, covered his forehead and gave a dry laugh twice.From the beginning to the end, Zhao Meng watched him with concern that he didn't dare to blink.

Song Qiran suddenly put the letter paper on the table.His throat was extremely dry, but he still said to Yue Lan:

"Okay, I see. You can explain it all at once, not just me, everyone in this room has the right to know the whole thing."

Of course, everyone he mentioned included Zhao Meng.He went through all those memories about the rehabilitation center with him, but Zhao Meng, who has been patient for him, has never asked a superfluous word so far.

Tears welled up in Yue Lan's red eyes.She had waited too long for this moment, too.

"Xiaobin and I, yes, we did meet by letter. But you should have noticed that there are no stamps on those envelopes. We... are students in the same school, but I am a resident student. He is not, and there is no intersection at all. The middle school I work in gathers the boarding students every day and organizes collective evening self-study in several adjacent classrooms on the same floor. There are teachers watching in the classrooms, and the seats in the same classroom are also fixed. Yes. The classroom we used for evening self-study happened to be the classroom where Xiaobin and his class had classes during the day. At that time, I was in the third year of high school, and I was a boarding student from other provinces. I was under a lot of psychological pressure. Friends, my mental state is really bad every day. I also happened to discover a terrible thing at that time. Suddenly, I realized that I was a girl...in fact, I was not happy at all..."

Yue Lan's confession stimulated the dusty memory in her mind for a long time.

She still remembers that after being exposed to collective dormitory life, she had more time to observe girls' bodies at close range, and she could feel the whole process of girls' gradual development from the age of fourteen to puberty.It's just that the change made her panic for a while.She hated her protruding breasts, the blood that smeared on the sheets with her monthly tide, everything that made her look more and more feminine.She found herself envious of boys suddenly.She even found herself wanting to be like a boy.

The sudden thought terrified her.She cut her hair, but she didn't dare to cut it too short. She kept a well-behaved curly cut and wore as few skirts as possible.But even that wasn't enough.

She didn't dare to tell anyone what she was thinking in her heart, and her anxiety made her have no intention of studying at all, so she could only distract herself by indulging in novels and comics crazily.

Every night for self-study, she would go to the bookstore and secretly rent a novel, take it to the classroom, and hide the novel in a drawer to read.

One night, the teacher in charge of inspecting the boarding students passed by the window next to her seat and startled her. She shook her hand and threw the novel into the back of the drawer. When she left the classroom after self-study, Yue Lan forgot to put the novel Take that novel away.

The next day, when she went to that location to look for novels, she found a small handwritten note in the desk drawer.

"Your book was left on my seat. I read it. It's pretty good, but only the top. Can you lend me the bottom too?"

The note was unsigned and obviously belonged to the owner of the desk during the daytime class.Yue Lan didn't know at that time that the person who left her the note was Liu Nengbin.

From then on, the activity of passing small notes between them gradually became a kind of tacit understanding, and finally, it became a habit.

In addition to exchanging impressions after reading novels and comics, young people of similar ages have similar worries about schoolwork and the future, and there is always no need to worry about finding common topics.Their small notes got longer and longer, and they kept more and more. When the last note could no longer hold so many words, they began to write letters to each other.

There was a special blank on the envelope to indicate the source, and both young people honestly filled in their real names.

She knew that the classmate who had been chatting with her was named Liu Nengbin.

Liu Nengbin knew her name was Yue Lan.

Yue Lan has never been so thankful that her parents gave her such a neutral name like at that moment.All the impulses that she could not vent and comfort in real life were brought to the extreme in the letters where the sense of distance and security can be guaranteed.

She did a bold thing.She stopped being herself, she chose to be "Yue Lan". In the letter, she told Liu Nengbin that she was a boy just like him.

They wrote countless letters like snowflakes, and they never stopped every school day, writing and talking about everything.

Until one day, the letter in the desk disappeared, it didn't appear where it should appear, it was empty.Yue Lan will never forget the situation when she was buried between the tables and chairs and tried hard to find something that didn't exist between the empty pieces of wood. She worked hard for nearly 10 minutes, finally stood up, and was ready to go out Try your luck on the trash can in the corridor to see if it might have been accidentally thrown away by a classmate on duty.She was stopped less than five meters away from the door by a skinny boy who spoke timidly.

The boy smiled at her, and there were still a few cracked lines on his lips. He stopped her and asked in a low voice:

"Student, I want to find someone. Do you know a male student named Yue Lan in the classroom?"

Yue Lan was shocked.She subconsciously guessed the possibility of the matter.Because she was too guilty, she didn't even dare to take a good look at Liu Nengbin's appearance.She took a step toward the wall, stuttering nervously.She quickly glanced at the students who were quietly studying in the classroom, and swallowed down a mouthful of saliva.

She pointed to a senior she knew from a distance, a gentle and clean boy wearing glasses.He was concentrating on doing the math exercises in his hand.

Liu Nengbin poked half of his head in through the door along her fingers, the light leaking from the classroom hit his face, but it was not as bright as the flash that rose in the center of his pupils at that moment.

"He thought the senior was the one who kept writing to him." Yue Lan said to Zhao Meng and Song Qiran, the bitterness in her voice pierced through the still air in the room, as if she possessed an entity, even the tip of her tongue could taste it light taste,

"I was too young at that time. I didn't understand that people should be responsible for what they said. And I never thought that Xiaobin would like the supervisor because of it. He thought that the senior just didn't know that the mysterious pen pal was himself, but in fact the senior From the beginning to the end, I didn't even know that there was such a person as him. I never found a suitable opportunity to tell him, until... I never had a chance to explain to him."

Song Qiran remained silent with difficulty.The story Yue Lan told perfectly explained Liu Nengbin's confession in the letter.

All the timelines now line up.

Before Liu Nengbin was sent to the rehabilitation center for the third time and met Song Qiran, he did not rely on his own experience to survive.To be precise, he never survived.

But before he entered the rehabilitation center for the third time, he fell in love with the senior "Yue Lan" whom he mistakenly thought was "Yue Lan".

Liu Nengbin confessed in the letter that he had indeed escaped mental hypnosis in the rehabilitation center because he took medicine on an empty stomach, but he actually didn't understand the effect of that and the severity of the side effects.He lied to Song Qiran, and lightly ignored the risks involved, in order to let Song Qiran use it as a test subject to verify his conjecture.He really wants to leave all his feelings for the senior, he doesn't want to be erased from his mind like the previous two times, the real Liu Nengbin is not likable at all, he has grown up so big, it is the first time he met To the point where he is willing to confide in himself, and does not dislike his homosexuality.He even once thought that there was a possibility between the two of them.

He used Song Qiran to test the poison, but the only unplanned thing was that he underestimated Song Qiran's willpower.

The consequence of long-term drug withdrawal and electric shock treatment was that Song Qiran not only lost all his memories about Zhao Meng, but also the memories of the whole year before and after that, and the sequelae left to Song Qiran were much more serious than imagined.

Liu Nengbin was afraid, but it was too late when he realized that things were out of control.He watched Song Qiran being carried out as if his soul had been sucked out, and sent to the car to pick him up, but he didn't even have the courage to step up to take a look at his appearance when he left for the last time.

That was his real secret, and that secret was like a sealed jar, and all the chain reactions it produced implicated countless people in the chain, and the fate was twisted and knotted again and again, intertwined for a whole ten years.