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On the third day after Song Heng came here, the sky was still in this mood.

He is standing under the eaves of a bookstore, the sweater is navy blue, the trousers and watch are black, the sleeves are rolled up to the elbows, and the exposed wrist bones are thin.With the mobile phone attached to his ear, Song Heng lowered his eyes and stepped on the stones on the ground.

There was a sigh from the other end, and Shen You said: "I thought the first deep hypnosis wouldn't make him think of too many things, but I was too arrogant. Now he is particularly resistant to hypnosis, and the resistance is very strong, insisting on telling me 'this This kind of thing is a waste of time and money', and said what he saw was only a hallucination, and there was no need to proceed."

He smiled bitterly: "I don't know how to persuade."

Song Heng kicked the stone aside lightly, looked up to see that the rain had subsided, and said, "Let it be, don't force it."

"And the scenes he mentioned during hypnosis. I guess it was in the correction center. He mentioned 'Li Yuan', which should be his friend in it? If you have time, you can find someone to look it up, Xin Wan said. He saw that person jump off the building," Shen You said again, "and said he saw him writing on the bed, but he didn't know what he was writing."

Song Heng paused, "And then?"

"I've written down a lot of details in my notebook, and I'll discuss them in detail when you come back. Song Heng, I have something to tell you."

The person who came to pick Song Heng back to the hotel hadn't arrived yet, so he didn't want to wait any longer, so he walked into the rain, "What?"

"Do you know the reason why Xin Wan came to perform deep hypnosis?" Shen You didn't make a fool of himself, "It's you."

"He seems to have a strong sense of dependence and trust in you. I guess the reason why he doesn't want to go to the next step of hypnosis is probably because he is afraid that you think he is not a normal person."

Song Heng said calmly: "After all, I am still his relative."

Xin Wan has a sense of dependence on him, which Song Heng can perceive and understand. In an environment full of strangeness and almost no support, he will have more sense of identity with the identity of "cousin".

"It's not for this reason," Shen You couldn't describe the feeling, "You have experienced it yourself! By the way, since you haven't been home recently, hasn't he contacted you?"

The rain stopped.

It was 10 minutes after Song Heng arrived at the hotel. The staff in charge kept apologizing to him. He was probably a novice. His face turned red and he was embarrassed, "I'm really sorry, Mr. Song, There was a temporary problem with our car, and we were so busy that we couldn't contact you in time, and I'm really sorry for keeping you waiting for so long."

Song Heng didn't want to talk much, so he said "um" perfunctorily, and got on the elevator.

Song Heng's family's business is about publishing books, covering a wide range, including economy, entertainment, natural history, etc., and doing everything well, so the person in charge here is very flattering.

It was a light rain, and the clothes were wet, sticking to the body and uncomfortable.Song Heng went to take a shower, and when he wiped off the water, he saw the white scar on his knee, which was caused by a bicycle fall earlier.

It was dusk when I came out, and the sky was very pale, as thin as white water mixed with blood.

Almost as soon as she sat on the bed, the phone rang a text message.Water was dripping from the ends of her hair, and when the phone screen was turned on, the water dripped onto the screen, blurring the words on the text message page.

A text message from Xin Wan: Brother, my aunt made tomato beef brisket tonight, which is not as delicious as yours.

There are still a few short messages ahead, which are also such trivial matters. Song Heng glanced at them, but there was no reply, and the phone was thrown aside.

There was a dinner in the evening, and Song Heng had to be on stage. There was a big table, crowded with people, drinking and drinking, pushing and changing glasses, as if drinking a glass of strong wine, the empty wine bottle can be filled with renminbi out of thin air.

Song Heng had said in advance that he would not drink alcohol. He could drink very poorly, and besides Mao Nian, there was no one he was familiar with, so it was not safe to get drunk.But couldn't bear the toast from the person opposite, Song Heng drank a glass of white, and then he was willing to give up, and said with a big smile: "Mr. Xiao Song also has the courage of his father back then, and he will definitely be able to manage the company well and prosper day by day! "

It was ten o'clock in the evening when the drinking party ended, and Mao Nian sent him to the door of his room, and told him about tomorrow's procedure in advance, "Just rest well tonight, call me if you have something to do, and I'll come over right away."

Song Heng's head was dizzy, so he wouldn't fall down. He had a slight obsession with cleanliness, and he forced himself to change clothes and take a simple shower. His eyelids were heavy when his body touched the bed.

Suddenly the phone rang, Song Heng turned over, saw "Xin Wan" on the screen, swiped it away, turned on the hands-free, and said hoarsely: "Hello."

"Brother, it's me."

Song Heng closed his eyes: "Yes, I know."

"Are you going to sleep?"

"I haven't slept yet," Song Heng said, "What's wrong?"

"I just want to talk to you for a while."

Perhaps driven by a small amount of alcohol, Song Heng didn't hang up the phone, "It's so late, aren't you sleepy?"

"I'm not very sleepy. I just finished my homework. I was sleepy when I was writing, but I'm not sleepy when I make a phone call," Xin Wan said in a pleasant voice.Clear and clean, just like him, Song Heng's irritability was inexplicably less.It was the same many years ago, Xin Wan could always calm him down easily.

"And..." Xin Wan said again, "I have nightmares when I fall asleep. If I hear my brother's voice, it will not be so easy to have nightmares."

Hearing "nightmare", Song Heng frowned slightly: "Did you take your medicine on time?"

"Yes, it's actually not scary, and I can't remember clearly when I wake up." Xin Wan turned over and said in a relaxed tone, "Why don't you take me to watch a horror movie later, just practice your courage!" He lowered his voice, softly, "If you're here, I might not be afraid."

Xin Wan was indeed too dependent on him, Shen You was right.It's hard to tell whether it's good or bad, Song Heng said "Yes", and Quan Dang agreed.

The drowsiness caused by the alcohol quickly overwhelmed Song Heng, and Xin Wan was still telling him about those little things, about their school holding an illustration competition, and he really wanted to participate.It doesn't matter if no one talks, they don't need to be connected by words all the time.

Xin Wan heard the long breathing on the other end, and tried to call out twice, "Brother?"

When there was no response, he was sure that Song Heng had fallen asleep.

Xin Wan lowered her eyes, her voice pressed against the screen, as if it was against the person's ear, her tone was confused, and her voice was very soft: "What should I do, brother."

He was lying on Song Heng's bed, surrounded by piles of his clothes, forming a narrow space. He sank deep into it, surrounding himself like a nest, hoping to gain a temporary sense of security.

Xin Wan's throat was astringent, and her eyelashes were trembling: "I miss you so much."

When the words came out, he was relieved.

The moonlight was silvery white, falling like cold water, but Xin Wan felt his heart was boiling hot, and became pulsating and shining because of his fantasy, and it almost exhausted his courage to say those words.As expected, he didn't hear Song Heng's answer.

But Xin Wan calmed down, listening to her breathing, she also closed her eyes.

He guessed he wouldn't have nightmares tonight.