Serious warning to next door Husky neighbors

Zhou Qingyan reached out and wiped the water stains on the cloth beside him, turned around to face Chen Nansong, and stretched out his hand obediently.The person on the opposite side didn't move for a long time, and after a while, he slowly reached out and touched it.

The thumb was lightly rubbed against the palm of the hand, and the calluses on the fingertips made Zhou Qingyan itchy.Chen Nansong's hands seemed to be on purpose, from fingertips to palms, and extended to wrists, wishing to apply some hand cream on his hands and give him a massage.

"Did you see anything?" Zhou Qingyan asked with a smile.

"The palmistry looks very good, the life line is very long and deep, it is not easy to get sick, the emotional line is deep and thin, he is a delicate person, the index point of the line is downward, and he pays attention to love in the spiritual world?" See how Zhou Qingyan reacts.

"Flesh|body also likes it." Zhou Qingyan smiled, turned his head and continued to wash the dishes, Chen Nansong next to him was stunned, "I'll go to the door to smoke a cigarette."

At night, the square on the opposite side was very lively, full of ballroom dancing grandpas and aunts, the music was playing fairly mildly, and the weather approaching October was still swelteringly hot, Chen Nansong found a vent to blow on, and lit the cigarette in his hand for a long time It wasn't lit either.

Finally, he leaned against a wall, slid down the body, squatted on the ground and took a breath, and looked up at the smoke ring above his head.Tomorrow is the weekend, time to call.

"Doctor Liang." Chen Nansong put his ear to the phone and took another puff of cigarette, "Are you free tomorrow morning?"

The phone paused for a few seconds, "Okay, I'll be there tomorrow." He hung up the phone slowly.

Chen Nansong is sick.

It's not an ordinary illness, he's mentally ill.Childhood temper tantrums are innate, other people's children cry when they are unhappy.

Only one of him is enough for the irritable mood, but three of them came to the family. The first ten years were spent in fighting. After fighting outside, they went home to fight. It was really not a three-person fight.

His sister, Fei Le's mother, Chen Xin.He moved out very early, and Chen Nansong stayed at home. After graduating from university, he ran away with a suitcase and worked as a programmer in the company for several years.

Sick.

Chen Nansong was afraid of hurting himself, but he was even more afraid of hurting others. Human psychology has always been a difficult course to understand. He locked himself in his room and ran back and forth between hospital rooms for several years. His condition has only improved in the past two years.

Emotional control will always be his Achilles' heel. Dr. Liang said, let him be more open-minded, thick-skinned, and focus on himself instead of others.

Chen Nansong has done a good job. In recent years, anyone who reads his evaluation is one word, heartless.

Still in love?What kind of love is it? After all, you want to be a heartless person all your life, so don't gossip about others.

The cigarette in Chen Nansong's hand was almost exhausted, and he threw the cigarette butt at his feet and crushed it vigorously until it was crushed into powder.

"It's easy to catch a cold when the wind blows, and it's the same in summer." Zhou Qingyan walked out of the room softly, and slowly squatted down against Chen Nansong.

"I want to pass you a cigarette, but if you don't smoke, why are you talking?" Chen Nansong looked at him and smiled.

This person looked so comfortable, as if his hand was in cotton, and he was reluctant to take it away after rubbing it twice.

He wanted to rub it again, but he didn't dare.

"By the way, I still have your key." Chen Nansong leaned over and pulled out a key from his trousers pocket.

"Take it." After Zhou Qingyan finished speaking, he turned his head and stood up, lowering his head with a smile, "I'll go back first, if you need to call, you can just knock on the door."

Chen Nansong squatted with sore feet, but he still stared blankly at Zhou Qingyan's disappearance. The key chain in his hand jingled, and there was a cartoon dinosaur hanging on it. Looking silly, he rubbed it between his fingers for a long time.

"He's not afraid that I'll rush in with a dizzy mind one day." Chen Nansong muttered to himself, there was another cigarette butt under his feet, and he returned to the room when the music on the square stopped.

Zhou Qingyan's house key and Chen Nansong's own key were hung together, the lights in the room were turned off, Chen Bei was already asleep, Chen Nansong was leaning against the bedside, listening to the sound with his ears against the wall.

"I haven't slept yet." He smiled, across the wall, although the sound of the movie playing on the opposite side was small, but he could still hear it clearly, he slid down and got under the quilt, it was rare that he didn't stay up all night.

Early in the morning, Chen Nansong kicked Chen Bei's ass, and the person next to him turned over while muttering, slipped off the bed, and hit the floor with a loud bang.

"Brother Song, you're sick again." Chen Bei squinted his eyes and got up from the ground, half lying on the edge of the bed and smacking his mouth.

"Yes, I'm going to see a doctor today, you little brat, watch out, don't mess around with me, do you hear me?" Chen Nansong stood aside to change clothes, swaying in front of the closet with his bare body.

"Tsk." Chen Bei lifted his head a few centimeters away and stared at Chen Nansong's body, "Good boy, just go to your teacher Zhou's house like this, and I promise you, my buddies, you will definitely be able to get him back."

"Wake up and go for a run or two, don't mess around early in the morning." Chen Nansong threw the clothes in Chen Bei's face.

The breakfast shop at the door was about to close, Chen Nansong rushed in, took a can of millet porridge, put it on his mouth and sucked it, went out to take a taxi, walked for nearly 10 minutes, and the car stopped next to a beauty salon in a desolate area.

The fried head boy looked at Chen Nansong and kept saying hello, "Cut your hair? Perm? Come in and have a look, is there a discount?"

Chen Nansong took a step to the left, walked around the social youth at the door, and pushed open the psychological clinic in the corner with his palm.

Dr. Liang's mental health consultation, there is a red font on the huge green signboard, which exudes a local atmosphere all the time.

"Doctor Liang, if you don't change your location, I'm really going to change someone." Chen Nansong walked into the door and raised his chin towards the middle-aged man at the back.

"Xiaosong, I think so too. The key point is that you know the house price. If I can afford it, can I still use it here?" The doctor was wearing black-rimmed glasses and spinning a pen in his hand, "Besides, don't you It’s also because my treatment effect is good that I came here.”

"That's because the frequency of small advertisements has been sent too infrequently recently, and no suitable ones have been found." Chen Nansong sat down on the chair, "I followed the small advertisements to find you, didn't I?"

"It's not important, it's not important." Dr. Liang waved his hands a few times, "I'll move next month." He chuckled twice.

"Back to the topic." Dr. Liang knocked on the table and called up the medical record on the computer. The first line of the above read in large characters: Severe emotional instability, strong self-abuse tendency, March 2007, "How do you feel recently? Sample?"

"It's relatively stable, no, it's very stable." Chen Nansong leaned back on the chair and turned around, "Do you think I'm completely healed?"

Dr. Liang put his arms on the table and stared at him for a long time, "In general, you have performed well in the past year. Keep at it. It stands to reason that there is no problem." His fingers tapped on the keyboard, "Yes Now, parents, what do you think now? How are you feeling?"

Chen Nansong's chair stopped suddenly, and he looked up at the light above his head, "It's been a long time since I saw you, I don't know what emotion it is."

"That's right, I don't advocate escaping, but if you can pass that level, it will definitely get better." Dr. Liang looked up at him, "You understand where the root cause is, you need enough time to prepare, and then face it." it."

"Would you still be anxious and angry when you think about them?" Dr. Liang continued to ask him.

Chen Nansong took a deep breath, closed his eyes and immersed himself for a while, "Yes." His fingers were clenched into fists, he kept taking deep breaths, and the sweat in his palms leaked out uncontrollably.

"There are sandbags next door, please calm down." Dr. Liang was calm, probably seen many times when Cichen Nansong suddenly became irritable.There is a potted cactus in the corner of the room, but the thorns on it are gone, and the flower pot is broken.

A few years ago, Chen Nansong was quite irritable, and he could control it with all his strength outside. When he came to him, he didn't pretend at all. Once he got angry and smashed his flowerpot, and threw his fist at the cactus.

The thorns and blood on his hands were mixed together. This person seemed to have no pain nerves, and he had to vent his anger before he could feel the pain.

Dr. Liang looked down at the document, saw that the person in front of him was not moving, and raised his head curiously, "The control is very good now, what are you thinking?"

Chen Nansong closed his eyes and took a breath, "I miss you."

"Who?" Dr. Liang was simply curious.

"A lemon tree." Chen Nansong opened his eyes and stared blankly at the landscape painting in front of him.

"Uncle what?" Dr. Liang raised his tone, probably confused, and even picked out his ears twice.

"Doctor." Chen Nansong turned around and stared at him, "Do you think I will hurt others? Like before."

Dr. Liang paused for a long time. He was very clear about what Chen Nansong said before. In 08, Chen Nansong’s condition was not stable. He recruited a little assistant in the consulting room. There was a wave of fierceness, and this little assistant was not afraid, so he came forward and confessed.

Dr. Liang himself blamed himself for this matter. At that time, he told Chen Nansong that falling in love and being in contact with people would help his condition. Chen Nansong believed it, but he was not interested in the child, so he went with him while laughing. Had a meal.

As a result, Dr. Liang answered the phone in the middle of the night, saying that his little assistant was sent to the hospital because he was beaten, and the person who beat him was Chen Nansong.

Afterwards, Dr. Liang asked why he beat him, and Chen Nansong said, "He wanted to kiss me, but I wanted to hide, but I couldn't control it, so I pushed him."

One sentence scares Dr. Liang from talking nonsense, let alone the word "falling in love".

Putting it on others is romantic, putting Chen Nansong on it is a bomb, he is also afraid, he has been single for many years.

"You asked me about that the day before yesterday. What's the matter? Do you have an idea?" Dr. Liang looked up at him, and the frame of his glasses almost slipped under his nose.

"Yes..." Chen Nansong breathed out again slowly, "It's so thoughtful, I'm almost bewildered."