delicious life

Stepping forward, looking at the manic patient, it should not be physical pain... This state of anxiety is more like a mental illness.Hurry up and call the psychologist in the hospital to judge the diagnosis and treatment.

The wound on Mo Ci's body is easy to rupture, so the psychiatrist's diagnosis was changed to this single ward, and the rest of Mo Yan's people were isolated outside and could not hear any movement.

Through the large glass window, Mo Yan could only see the opening and closing of Mo Ci's lips after his emotions had stabilized.The dejected expression slowly changed shortly after the psychiatrist entered.

Frowning, Mo Yan made a phone call, told the board of directors to postpone today's meeting, leaned on the bench in the hospital, and waited quietly for the results from the doctor.

While recalling Mo Ci's distorted and painful expression, while thinking about the company's meeting, the time passed quickly, and the not-young psychiatrist came out with a form and nodded to Mo Yan who was outside.

"What's wrong with my brother...?" Mo Yan couldn't see the doctor's expression.

"Are you the patient's elder brother?" The psychiatrist took a look at Mo Yan, motioned him to sit on the chair, and slowed down his voice: "The preliminary result just now is this form." The doctor pulled out a form from his pocket, Spread it out in front of Mo Yan, "The patient is probably suffering from mild depression..."

"Depression?" Mo Yan grabbed the form and looked at the doctor nervously, "He is not an introvert, how could he suffer from depression?"

"Depression is a form of manic depression. It can be prevented and treated. After all, the patient is still mildly depressed. Don't worry..."

The psychiatrist narrated Mo Ci’s illness in a steady tone, nodding and shaking his head from time to time under Mo Yan’s questioning,

"I talked with the patient just now. I think the patient is resistant, as if he has some knots in his heart. Once he asks about the patient's family situation, the patient will be very excited... He seems to shut himself in the inner world and refuse to communicate with the patient. Talking to people, this situation is very bad.”

The doctor had gone far away, and the words were still echoing in Mo Yan's mind. Pushing open the door of the ward, Mo Yan walked to the front of the bed, looked at Mo Ci, who was already asleep, with his clenched fists hanging down on his sides, no words. Make a noise.

His dark eyes stared at Mo Ci's sleeping face, Mo Yan flattened his fist and gently placed it on Mo Ci's forehead.

Ah Ci, your knot...can't you tell me?

39、chapter38

It was an incoherent narrative.

Mo Ci will always remember his eldest brother's soft and tolerant expression under the light.

Narrate the memory of that past life in an unsteady tone, expose the darkness in my heart to my elder brother, don't deliberately pretend, and confide the bitterness in my heart one by one.

Those buried memories are replayed like a movie, the fragmentary images are pieced together, and the overlapping events are told to the eldest brother. With only one audience, Mo Ci can also feel the warmth spreading from the bottom of his heart.

Open the wound, lick the review, cut off the branches that hinder the progress, convince yourself with objective facts, enlighten yourself, alleviate the deep imprint on the soul, lower your eyes, fiddle with your fingers, and pour out the troubles that are bothering you.

Difficult and obscure memory is a long history of suffering.Without the company of family members, hiding alone in the narrow basement, let the cold damp penetrate into the bone marrow...

But that has passed... Under the relaxed expression of his elder brother, Mo Ci stopped pausing, as if he was telling someone else's story, telling his faults and the troubles he caused.

The soft light hit Mo Ci's hair, blurring Mo Ci's expression.Mo Yan stared at Brother Mo without moving his eyes, and used encouraging eyes to comfort the brother who was finally willing to confide in his heart.

"Brother...do you believe what I said?" Mo Ci finished his long narration, took the glass of warm water handed over by Mo Yan, sipped the water down his throat, and met the eyes of the silent elder brother from the beginning to the end. together.

"I know what I said is absurd...but, I really relived it with the memories of my previous life." Mo Yan touched the tip of his nose, frowned slightly, and hesitated, "Brother, do you believe me..."

"I believe." Mo Yan looked away and landed on Mo Ci's palm, his expression changed slightly.

"It turns out that your transformation was due to rebirth. Compared with the abstract scenes in movies, such a reason can indeed explain everything that happened." Mo Yan nodded, stood up suddenly, and tightly held the palm that Mo Ci had nowhere to put. held in warm hands.

"I believe, Ah Ci." Mo Yan held Mo Ci's palm and exerted a slight force, as if trying to persuade Mo Ci not to get entangled in it.

Mo Ci, who was trusted by his elder brother, mustered up his courage, and exposed the question he wanted to ask the most to the air, "Then... can father and you forgive me?" Wrapped in a separate space, the feeling of being separated from all relatives and living in one's own world... is extremely tormenting.

"That's also what happened in the previous life. What happened in the past has not happened yet. As you said, time went back 14 years, and you came back again."

"The same blood is flowing, how could my father and I refuse to forgive..." Mo Yan patted Mo Ci on the head, and pushed him onto the hospital bed, making him lie down stably so as not to disturb the wound.

"...Do you think I'm a useless person? In my two lifetimes, I'm older than my father..." Mo Ci moved his lips and grabbed the corner of his elder brother's clothes with a slightly dejected expression.The previous self would only stir up trouble, causing father and elder brother to shake their heads and sigh.Mo Ci, who has lived for two lifetimes and still achieved nothing... even loathes himself.

He has no self-confidence, and he is afraid that the word "no" as hard as iron will spread in the air.With such a mind, I am afraid that the wound will be opened, and I will taste the taste of blood.

Summer nights are not quiet.From the woods behind the window came the tireless chirping of cicadas.The singing of the cicadas became tighter, and Mo Ci's breathing became more and more short.

"Before this, my father and I thought so... But now, it's different. You've started to know what responsibility is, and you've started to take responsibility, haven't you?" Mo Yan asked back, pulling Mo Ci out of a state of high tension. Rescued, "Older than your father? I think, no matter how old you are, you are still a child who doesn't understand anything...it's better...better." Mo Yan made a rare teasing, and rubbed Mo Ci's head vigorously.

Bearing responsibility... The thing that he has been ignoring all this time has unknowingly climbed onto his shoulders, making him feel the heavy weight, and he dare not relax.

If hatred is a big rock in the heart, then this responsibility is the thin thread connecting the big rock.Hanging stones, tell him to lengthen or tighten this thin thread appropriately.

The cause of hatred is also this responsibility.Repentance after learning from the pain, began to move forward in the eyes of others' expectations.

Now this hatred no longer exists, but the responsibility in the bottom of my heart is still there, and I start to draw a circle around my family and form a specific range.

The anxiety that woke up yesterday has been diluted by the content of these words.He is Mo Ci in this world, only being himself, drawing lessons from what happened before, and charting a different path for himself.

The gloomy color on Mo Ci's face gradually faded after he untied his heart knot, facing the half moon covered by branches outside the window, the eyebrows that were knit together were stretched out, not as tightly wrinkled as before.

"Then I'm going back, Ah Ci. I'll come see you tomorrow." Mo Yan patted Mo Ci on the shoulder, stood up from the chair, and moved his limbs that were stiff after sitting for a long time.Before leaving, he took another look at Mo Ci, and then gently closed the door.

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The sky on the second day was exceptionally clear, and he had a good night's sleep. When Mo Ci woke up early in the morning, he just looked at the scenery through the half-open window.

The location of this separate ward is very good, the windows are large, and you can see the large greenery in the green belt of the hospital.There are many early-rising patients walking on the lawn pushing wheelchairs under the care of nurses.The blue and white hospital clothes were intertwined, and Mo Ci shook his head, looking intently at the old man practicing Tai Chi on the lawn.

"Young Master?" A familiar accent came into my ears, and then the door of the ward was gently pushed open. A simple-looking woman with a kind smile put a food insulated box on the head of the bed.

"Sister-in-law Da." Mo Ci nodded at her, with a smile in his eyes.Thinking that this is Mrs. Da, whom she hadn't seen for several days after being in a coma, Mo Ci couldn't help but look serious, with a nervous look on her brows, "Sister-in-law Da, are you okay that day?"

"Hehe, young master, I'm a vulgar person, the little injury that day didn't get in the way. It's just that I didn't pay attention... and made young master suffer." Mrs. Da rolled up her sleeves and spread out the food box in front of the hospital bed On the table, there was a little apology on the smiling face.

"I can't blame Mrs. Da, as long as you are fine, Mrs. Da. I was worried that you were injured too..." Mo Ci patted his forehead and changed the topic to another topic.

"Today is millet porridge?"

"Yeah, the master said that young master, you have a bad spleen and stomach these days, and you need to eat something easy to digest." Putting the bowls and chopsticks together, Mrs. Da helped Mo Ci, who was injured on the back, and put a A big soft pillow for Mo Ci to eat.

"Thank you Mrs. Da." Taking the chopsticks, Mo Ci looked at the delicate breakfast on the small table and thanked him repeatedly.

"By the way, young master, after the kidnapping that day, your mobile phone fell to the ground, and I brought it with me after I woke up. Last night, a friend of yours called to ask about your injuries. I said that young master is still recuperating in the hospital. , listening to his worried tone, I