"Is your mother sick?" He looked at Lian Ye and asked in a low voice.
"Your mother is the only one who is sick, your whole family is sick!" He waited for Mu Shiqin all night, his eyes full of disgust.
Mu Shiqin frowned. He was messy and sharp-tongued. Who does this child's personality look like?
"When did she start having this problem?"
He leaned against the door all night, staring at the door panel unconsciously, with calm eyes: "I have been sick for a long time. When I was sick, I hugged my belly and said there was something dirty, and then started vomiting. The worst
Sometimes he would even vomit blood."
"Why is this happening? Why don't you go to the hospital for treatment?" Mu Shiqin looked at the door panel, his stern face became more gloomy, as if he could see the woman's painful expression through the door.
"This is not a disease that can be cured in the hospital. It is a mental illness and a psychological shadow that cannot be treated at all."
"When does it usually happen?"
“Rainy night!”
"Now..."
"If you don't know, don't ask blindly!" A cold voice interrupted Mu Shiqin, and turned around overnight.
Liancheng came over in a hurry. He didn't even have a coat on. It was obvious that he came in a hurry. The smile on his handsome face was gone, and his eyes were indescribably cold.
"Dad!" Xiaoye opened the door and whispered, "Mom has been inside for a long time."
Liancheng patted the door and said softly: "Ruoxi? I'm Liancheng, I'm here, open the door!"
...
The air was filled with the pungent smell of disinfection. Ruoxi looked at herself in the mirror in the bathroom.
Her eyeballs were covered with bloodshot eyes, her hair was as messy as a female ghost in a TV series, and her lips were chapped and stained with dried blood. Ruoxi touched her face in the mirror, was it really her? Is this crazy woman inside really her?
Yourself?
Since when did she become like this?
Squatting down, Ruoxi hugged herself, feeling that something was still stirring in her stomach, surging forward. Ruoxi touched her lower abdomen, and her tears fell clearly like heavy rain.
"Don't cry!"
She was crying and talking to herself.
What she couldn't tell was that it was a secret, a secret from four years ago.
If Ruoxi couldn't speak, she couldn't.
She huddled on the bathroom floor. The moisture on the floor made Ruoxi's clothes wet. The feeling was like an insect crawling over her, an indescribable numbness.
"Ruoxi? I'm Liancheng, I'm here!" The voice outside the door appeared. It was the man who walked with me on the rainy night. It was Liancheng's gentle voice.
Ruoxi stood up from the ground and opened the door. It turned out to be Liancheng.
The long hair blocked the man's eyes, and there was a bit of unhidden tiredness beside his originally deep eyes. There were wrinkles on his shirt, and the leather shoes were covered with a layer of gray. It was obvious that the man had not rested for a long time.
"Ruoxi..." The man's voice was as gentle as water, full of heartache.
"Liancheng, I feel so uncomfortable. There is something in my body and I can't spit it out. What should I do?" Ruoxi lay on Liancheng's body, like an injured child, feeling unspeakably aggrieved.
"Ruoxi, don't be afraid, I have everything." He hugged Ruoxi, ignoring the pungent smell and wet feeling on Ruoxi's body.
He shouted Ruoxi's name over and over again, using his body temperature to drive away the cold for Ruoxi.
I don't know since when, every night when Ruoxi was filled with nightmares, Liancheng would hold Ruoxi in his arms and gently comfort Ruoxi's irritability.