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The gray and heavy clouds in the sky piled up and crowded together for several days. The first spring rain that should have come was held back, and it was delayed. It seemed that it would have to wait for a few more days.

Lin Zhile has been working continuously in Fang's office building for two weeks, day and night.

Secretary Zhao Yuan didn't know how many cups of coffee she had poured. When she arrived at the president's office, she couldn't stand it anymore, "Mr. Lin, do you want to take a few days off? Go on, your body will not be able to bear it."

From Zhao Yuan's point of view, Lin Zhile is not considered a workaholic. He always looks deserted, as if nothing can cause his mood swings, and he has never seen him lose his temper. Only during this time, he can see His irritability.

Lin Zhile didn't take his eyes off the document in his hand, "This is the last document. A board meeting will be held for the "Forest Homeland" project tomorrow morning. In the next two weeks, I will rest. If the company has urgent matters, go directly to Fang total."

Mr. Fang is Fang Hua. Although Lin Zhile is already Fang Hua's director, Fang Hua is still the major shareholder. Important decisions of the company are still made by Fang Hua.

But Lin Zhile didn't care about this.

Zhao Yuan understood and nodded, "Alright Mr. Lin, it's time for you to take a good rest."

Zhao Yuan was the new secretary transferred half a year ago. If she had been following Lin Zhile before, she would know that every few months, Lin Zhile would ask for a few weeks of rest.

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On Friday, Anding Hospital.

Lin Zhile used to come here every once in a while, and the last time she came was before returning to Mina River.

The stereo in the consultation room is playing soothing piano music, the sound is not loud, but more gentle, the soothing incense is fresh and pleasant, and even the temperature in the room is just right.

Lin Zhile was lying on the treatment chair with her eyelids closed, but her expression was by no means relaxed. She clasped her hands tightly on her chest, "Dr. Liang, my insomnia has become more and more serious recently."

Liang Jie has been his attending doctor for two years, of course he noticed Lin Zhile's changes this time.

Lin Zhile's state seemed to be back to the way it was when she first came here, with gray despair all over her body.

"What about the frequency of insomnia?" Liang Jie was wearing a white coat, sitting beside Lin Zhile, holding a pen and paper in his hand, recording every word Lin Zhile said.

"Every day, every night," Lin Zhile repeated, "every day, every night."

He continued: "I now have another brief memory gap, it doesn't last long, but it's about five minutes."

Lin Zhile has installed surveillance cameras in every corner of his home so that he can observe his changes in real time. Apart from Fang Hua, the only person in the company who knows about his situation is his assistant Lao Zhang.

Lao Zhang was sent to him by Fang Hua, and he was basically by his side during the day, also for the emergencies he might have.

Liang Jie knew about his surveillance, "Would you mind giving me the video recorded on your surveillance?"

Liang Jie asked directly, not because his professional ability was weak, but because Lin Zhile was the most cooperative of all his patients.

The patients he met before either thought they were not sick, or tried their best to behave normal in front of him, fighting wits and courage with him, and constantly dealing with it.

Only Lin Zhile was different. Liang Jie still remembered that when Lin Zhile came for consultation for the first time, it was two years ago. The other patients were accompanied by their family members, but he came alone.

He said that he had changed several doctors in the past three years, and finally came to Liang Jie.

In the first conversation between the two, Lin Zhile did not hide anything, and spread out all his problems on the surface, just like a negotiation, he listed his problems one after another. Like Liang Jie, he also brought all his previous diagnosis and treatment records.

For the next two years, Lin Zhile would also record what happened to him every day, and bring it with him when he came here.

Lin Zhile's record book records his dreams, his work and rest time, and the number of times he suffers from insomnia. He can't tell whether it's real or not.

It was the first patient Liang Jie met who was as cooperative as Lin Zhile. In his opinion, Lin Zhile was extremely eager to be treated.But it was also this extreme desire that made him fall into a vicious circle. The more he wanted to be cured, the deeper he fell.

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"Of course I don't mind, you are my doctor, you know how much I long to be cured. The video is in the file bag I brought, as usual, and my own notebook." Lin Zhile said, desperate There is a star point of expectation in the tone.

Liang Jie took out a notebook and a black USB flash drive from the file bag, and he opened the notebook first.

It was the same as last time, except that the recording frequency of insomnia was much higher.

On January 1th, I met brother Xun, late, insomnia.

January 1th, night, insomnia.

January 1th, night, insomnia.

The following dates are basically the same until March 3th is recorded.

On the night of March 3th, the memory was blank, the duration was about 5 minutes, and hallucinations appeared.I saw Brother Xun.

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After reading the notebook, Liang Jie connected the USB flash drive to the computer, opened the file, and pressed the play button.

The picture is in the bedroom. Lin Zhile should have just taken a shower, still wearing a bathrobe, and wiping her hair with a towel in one hand.

The camera was facing Lin Zhile, and Liang Jie pressed the pause button to zoom in on the screen.

That was the side of Lin Zhile that Liang Jie had never seen before. The smile on his face was jumping, lively and playful.

Despite his long-term judgment on Lin Zhile, Lin Zhile's own emotional resonance with the external environment is slow, and even for himself, he will not have too many mood swings. In fact, such a person is medically According to the probability judgment, even if there is a family hereditary mental disease, the incidence rate is still very low.

But if this source of emotion only comes from a certain point or person, then the probability of his getting sick is directly related to that point.

And the person who can make Lin Zhile feel the joys and sorrows of Yin and Qing, and the person who can make him smile so vividly, Liang Jie knows, is the name that appears in the record book——

Zhou Xun.

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Liang Jie continued to play, and the picture continued.

Lin Zhile quickly finished drying his hair, he was the only one in the room, but his eyes never left the bed.

His eyes and smile were locked in the middle of the bed, and the smile on his face deepened, "Brother Xun, stop playing, go take a shower soon, and have to get up early to go to work tomorrow morning."

Lin Zhile waited for a few seconds, walked to the end of the bed, stood on one leg by the bed, and knelt on the head of the bed with the other leg bent, shaking the corner of the quilt with her hand, "Brother Xun, let's go eat hot-boiled lamb this weekend , I haven’t eaten for a long time.”

Lin Zhile shook the quilt after a while, "Brother Xun, talk to me, don't ignore me..."

After Lin Zhile finished speaking, she ran to the side of the bed again, lying on her stomach with her upper body lying on her stomach, with her ears pressed against the bed.

"Brother Xun, I was wrong. In the old house of grandma's house, the reason you want to break up with me is not what I mean."

"How can I get tired? I will never feel enough for you."

"Brother Xun, no one else can do it except you, how can I have anyone else?"

"Brother Xun, Zhang Qi has been sent to prison by me. I will pick you up on time when it rains..."

After Lin Zhile finished speaking, she straightened up again, with her arms propped on the bed.

"Brother Xun, those words have already cost me half my life. I don't even dare to look at you. I can only be greedy like a dog, lying on your neck. I'm afraid to look into your eyes." I just couldn't say a word. I used to fantasize every day that I was healed, that I could come back to you, and I would say in your ear ten thousand times that I miss you and I love you."

"Brother Xun, do you know what I was thinking when I was lying on your neck? I was thinking... I can finally hug you again. At first I even thought I was dreaming. When I found out it was real At that time, I almost tore you apart and ate you in my stomach."

"I can't control myself, I can't control myself, I know you've been looking for me, I'm thinking, I've said so many bad things, I can push you away, you can stay away from me, because I can't stay away from you by myself, but I can't find you."

"But brother Xun, when you told me what we said when we were in Nancheng, I didn't want to let you go at that moment. I was afraid... I was afraid that you would regret it in the next second, I was afraid that you would run away and never I can't hug you anymore."

"Brother Xun, during the five years we've been apart, I miss you so much that I'm dying..."

After Lin Zhile finished saying this, her eyes were blank for a moment, her body was stiff and dull for about half a minute, and then her straight waist bent down completely, without the initial joy, leaving only a desolate and lonely body, then Tall people seem to be decapitated in the next second, and their corpses will be exposed in the wilderness.

"Brother Xun, I just...seem to see you again..."

Lin Zhile raised her head again, her face was covered with tears, and this was the first time Liang Jie saw him cry.

In the last second of the screen, the moles at the end of his eyes were still flowing under the tears.

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