Extraordinary relationship

The fog receded, and the sky saw a gray and blue side. This time the dream returned to the mid-90s.

Han Su patted the dead leaves that fell off his body. After he came to Liangcheng, he hated autumn very much. It was too hot to wear, and too cold to wear. The leaves are falling, and the view is sad and sad.

As meal time approached, the dilapidated market gradually became more crowded, but it didn't seem to have anything to do with Han Su. He didn't open this morning. To be precise, he didn't sell a single painting this week.

He moved the Luban stool under his buttocks forward, because half of the pressed glass plate was broken, so he had to use plastic sheets to make up for it. , and stepped on one corner with his foot.

"Hey!" Xiao Zhao, who just moved here to sell foreign rags, handed over a steamed stuffed bun, "In a few days, my family will run some errands, let your brother Dong write a pair?"

Han Su put a slap-sized copy of "The Sloppy King" in the crook of his knee, wrapped it in a woolen coat, and looked up along the outstretched hand. Two big bags under the eyes.

Han Su took the bun and took a bite. It was delicious with beef filling, and the skin was fluffy and steaming. He hadn't eaten meat for several days, and while he was chewing, body fluid was still dripping from the base of his tongue.After taking a bite of the steamed stuffed bun, he felt warmth rushing through his body in an instant, and joked: "Write it, just write it if you give it money."

"Tsk!" Xiao Zhao leaned towards him, "I've eaten all the buns, what can I do if I write a pair?"

Han Su was overjoyed. He stuffed the buns into his mouth and chewed them. Then he spread his hands and muttered, "Who saw me eating your buns? Is there any proof?"

"Fuck, you bitch!" Xiao Zhao stretched out his leg and kicked him.

Han suddenly dodged to the side, just avoiding his broken leather shoes, swallowed the steamed buns and joked, "You want my brother to write a pair for you and still scold people? Chairman Mao is wearing a white badge, show yourself!"

Xiao Zhao had a laugh, moved a small bench and squeezed in front of him, "Hey, what year are you from? What should I call you?"

"It's in 1976, two months away." Han Su poured out a cigarette from the box and handed it to Xiao Zhao. Xiao Zhao waved his hand not to smoke, so he put the cigarette in his mouth and said with a vague smile while touching the fire. : "I don't think you are old, just call me uncle."

"Fuck! Taking advantage is not enough!" Xiao Zhao cursed, and then said, "I'm 78, so I'll call you Brother, Brother Dog."

"Brother Hou'er." Han suddenly raised his chin at him.

Xiao Zhao took the "Sloppy King" from his lap, and flipped through it in his hand, "By the way, I heard that your home is in City C, why are you here?"

Han Su took a couple of puffs of cigarettes, squinted his eyes and thought about signing his brother's painting shop, thinking that if the painting shop was a man, he would have settled the money with them earlier, or allowed them to sell paintings by themselves, he would not have run to In this unfamiliar grain city, it hides in the dilapidated market and seeks life secretly.

He put out the half of the cigarette he had smoked on the ground, put it back into the cigarette box and continued to smoke it next time when he was hungry, sighed and lied to the passers-by, "Isn't this the provincial capital? It’s a big place, and the paintings can be sold easily. Who knows where this broken painting can’t be sold!” He said “Hey”, “It’s not good if I didn’t go to school. How rich are the teachers in the school, how can I suffer from this crime."

"What are you studying? Aren't you studying?" Xiao Zhao threw "The Sloppy King" onto Han Su's lap, just as someone was going to Xiao Zhao's stall to look at clothes, so he moved the bench back, "Now Those who are teachers have gone to sea to do business, and those who haven’t also envied our freedom, you still want to go to school, only fools want to go to school!”

"They're envious of them. Anyway, I want to be a teacher." Han Su let out a sigh, flipped through the little book, and continued reading where he left off.

From autumn to winter, few of Han Su's paintings were sold. Thanks to a sum of money from the painting shop, the whole family did not starve to death.Later, Han Ju also got some groceries such as rubber bands and clips, and sold them together with the paintings. The business was really good that year, and the life of Han Ju and his brother renting a house in City C gradually improved.

Unexpectedly, the good times did not last long. In 97, a wave of laid-offs broke out one after another. The workers who could not receive wages and were laid off could only look for new ways out, such as the dilapidated market. There were fewer people buying things, but more selling things. So, Han Su's business was brought back to pre-liberation overnight.

"Brother Dog, I'll give you this dress." Xiao Zhao put a gray Japanese suit in a plastic bag and put it in front of Han Su.Today is the last time he will set up a stall here, and he will go to the south to make a living in the spring.

Han Su took the second-hand suit, opened the bag and looked inside, raised his eyebrows at him, "Thank you."

"Thank you!" Xiao Zhao stared at the painting under his glass plate, and patted him on the back, "You can't sell this kind of thing in this kind of place, so I told you to go to the Wenwan Market near the Academy of Fine Arts to set up a stall You don't do it either, it really doesn't work... you should withdraw too!"

Han Su smiled, took out a small painting from under the glass plate with a cigarette in his mouth, rolled it up and wrapped it in a newspaper and gave it to him, "Dude, it's nothing valuable, you keep this painting, and it will be a family heirloom when you get old. "

"Fuck!" Xiao Zhao smiled and put the scroll under his arm, waved to him, and left the junk market with a cart of foreign junk, "See you, Brother Gou!"

"See you, Brother Hou'er." Han suddenly watched his back, which gradually became smaller and disappeared in the vast white snow, feeling the corners of his eyes being hurt by the north wind.

A week later, a man came to the tattered market. The man was wearing a khaki jacket-style down jacket, and his eyes were sharp. He looked old, about 27 to 35. Anyway, he couldn't tell the exact age. He looked for it in front of various stalls. He walked hurriedly as if he was looking for something, and finally stopped in front of Han Ju.

"Young man, how do you sell this painting?" The man looked at him condescendingly and asked.

Han suddenly sniffed, sat on a low bench, folded his arms and looked up at him, "Let's see which one you want to buy."

"Do you want all of them?" The man smiled and squatted down, stretching out a hand, "My humble servant Xu Guangmao, I am the one who owns the biggest painting store on Hecheng Street. If you are free, I would like to invite you to my shop." Sit down and have a meal."

Han Su stared at him, stretched out his hand and shook him for a long time, "Wait for me to pack my things."

Han Su sent the things on the stall to the musical instrument store behind for storage. The eldest brother in the store is face-blind with a very poor memory. He barely remembered his face after recognizing him for a month. He said hello to the uncle and followed Xu Guangmao out.

Xu Guangmao drove a black Santana 2000 that looked like a matchbox, and Han Su sat in the passenger seat and looked around.Xu Guangmao threw him an orange and said, "You like it?"

"Well, I like it." Han suddenly peeled the orange, not hiding his liking.

"You can buy it if you like it." Xu Guangmao turned the car out of the shabby market area, "It won't take two years, let alone this, you can also buy a Mercedes-Benz."

"Heh!" Han Su felt that this person was really crazy, but for some reason he had an inexplicable trust in him, and asked, "How do you know that I sell paintings here?"

"I don't know, I saw you while strolling casually." Xu Guangmao threw him a box of Zhonghua cigarettes.

"Pull it down." Han Su lit his cigarette, recalled the scene of this man looking for someone in the market, and said teasingly: "This is not sincere at all, so you should send me back."

Xu Guangmao laughed happily, raised his eyelids and looked at him and said, "It's pretty good!"

Xu Guangmao had something to do today, but happened to encounter a roadblock on the way, so he had to turn around and take another necessary road. While driving, a painting flew out from the moving car in front of him, and it happened to be blown onto Xu Guangmao's glass by the wind.

Xu Guangmao has been making art for several years following the rise of the trend. It can be said that he has a unique eye. The painting is not vulgar at first glance. He immediately overtook the car in front and asked the owner of the moving car for the reason.

The one who moved was actually Xiao Zhao, and what Xu Guangmao saw was also the painting Han Ju gave him.Xiao Zhao didn't know what Xu Guangmao was going to do, because he was in a hurry to get out of the city, so he didn't want to talk to him at first, but when he heard that this person was willing to spend 1 yuan for this painting, he pointed him to the broken market without saying a word.

Just like that, Xiao Zhao happily became a millionaire household before leaving the city.

Listening to Xu Guangmao's talk, Han Su had a relaxed expression on his face, but it was Dr. Song who felt flustered.

It stands to reason that when a DID patient is hypnotized, the master personality will automatically erase false memories, which means that the past that Han Su is telling is all the truth.

But how is it possible!

The two memories recounted by Han Su were born in 1976 and 1989 respectively. How is this possible?How can a person be born twice!So one of these two memories must be false, or both of them are false.

Moreover, he really didn't understand that according to what Han Ju had expressed before, these two memories should have some kind of connection or commonality, but after listening to them all, he realized that they were completely two independent stories, and they were extremely ordinary and boring. , there is no connection at all.

Dr. Song felt a little depressed, and typed on the tablet: The hypnosis probably failed, and Mr. Han is still telling stories in his fabricated memory

Jin Shuan stared at the square characters on the screen for a while, and typed: In the first story, my husband didn’t say his birth date. He said it when he was awake in 1989, and I told you

Doctor Song didn't know why, so what could it mean?Does it mean that Han Su did not lie during hypnosis?He was born in 1976?Isn't there something wrong with this!Han Su looks like he is 24 or 30 years old. It is possible to say that he is 40 years old, but it is a bit too much to say that he is more than [-] years old. No matter how well-maintained a star is, it is impossible to completely lose the traces of age after removing the filter.

Is it...

Dr. Song's eyes widened suddenly, a thought popped into his head, his heart was pounding, and he was about to type, but the tablet was taken by Jinshuan first.

Jin Shuan: Can I ask him a question?

Dr. Song hesitated, trying to express his thoughts quickly, but in the end he held back, wanting to see his exact thoughts: You can ask.

Jin Shu'an threw the cigarette in his hand aside, because he was nervous listening to the story just now, the cigarette had been twisted out of shape, and the tobacco fragments fell in a small circle at his feet.

Jinshu An Ning said: "Han Su, what is the connection between these two stories?"

"Contact..." Han Su closed his eyes and wandered in his own mist. He saw that the mist gradually turned red, and then became scorching.

Jin Shuan heard him say: "I don't remember any connection, but someone may remember."

"Who?" Jin Shu'an raised it in one breath.

"Xiaoyu." Han Su said, "She likes to watch the excitement and has a good memory. She knows many things that I don't know."

"Xiaoyu?" Jin Shu'an's thoughts were spinning rapidly, and he really remembered that Han Ju had indeed mentioned this Xiaoyu once. This person seemed to be his neighbor, and occasionally helped his mother water the flowers.But because of his bad temper and impatientness, he often kills all the flowers.Jin Shuan's scalp was numb, and he tentatively asked, "Who is Xiaoyu?"

"Xiaoyu..." Han suddenly frowned, and the black dream butterfly flew into the heat|wave and melted away, and then the mist was baked and evaporated, and he was in a sea of ​​flames. Desperate, the voice gradually became sharp and terrifying.Several fireballs hovered in front of his eyes, and the people in the fireballs also wailed.The burning fly ash rushed into his eyes, burning his eyes sorely, tears blurred, and he saw a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl standing under the opposite low wall.

"It's the appearance of a memory-type personality!" Dr. Song subconsciously stood up and stopped Jinshu An, who seemed to be unable to stand the stimulation and was about to get up.

Many patients with split personality will split into a bearable personality that remembers everything because they don’t want to bear painful memories. Over time, all unwanted memories and bad memories of the main personality and even the sub-personality will be thrown to this personality to bear , so this personality may have a relatively strong hostility, and generally show extreme paranoia, mood swings, and often accompanied by a strong possessive desire or hatred for feelings.

But Han Su was still under hypnosis. He couldn't talk nonsense at this time. Fortunately, Dr. Song's voice was not loud, and the people on the bed should not be able to hear him.But in the next second, he felt the back of his head feel cold and crisp, and the hairs on his entire back stood up.

He looked into Jin Shu'an's eyes, but Jin Shu'an looked behind him.

He heard a voice in his ear and said darkly, "What are you doing?"