Such a coldness almost completely destroyed the last slightest fantasy in Feng Feng's heart. After a while, he nodded and whispered: "It's already past six o'clock. [26nbsp;]"
He stood up, still full of fatigue: "Xiaofeng, I'll take you back."
Feng Feng had never seen him look so depressed, so he had to nod his head silently.
It was late in winter, but it was clearly a sunny day. In the east sky, there was a rare morning glow. The streets began to be full of traffic, and the people in City C started a new day with the shouts of soy milk and fried dough sticks...
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The car stopped at the entrance of the community. Feng Feng looked at Ye Jia, a little worried: "You go back and have a good rest."
Ye Jia's attitude became more and more cold, and he didn't even answer her.
Feng Feng could no longer say anything. At this moment, she found that Ye Jia had become a stranger completely, and she had no idea what he was thinking, nor how she could please him or how to comfort her effectively.
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Before she could come back to her senses, Ye Jia had already started the car. He didn't even say goodbye. It seemed that in a blink of an eye, his car disappeared into the vast sea of people and cars.
Ye Jia's car drove very fast, just as fast as his heartbeat. There was a place under his left rib that kept a slight pain. It was a strange birthmark he was born with. He had read this carefully many times.
The strange birthmark seems to be a wound, and it is the shape of being shot by an arrow. I didn’t have anything when I was a child, but when I grew up, I often had a very strange dream. There is always a woman in the dream, but I can’t see her face clearly.
.Every time I wake up from my dream, this fetus
I remember that I would have a slight pain. On the night of the worst attack, he didn't sleep all night. The next day, I met a strange woman in the hospital. The woman hugged him and cried heartbrokenly...
It turns out that everything is fate.
He is a doctor who studies neuropathology, but now he is completely confused, and reality and absurdity are integrated. He thinks that when he talks about topics like "Nervous and Daydream", he no longer needs to look around.
A case, maybe I am the best case?
The more he thought about it, the more he became, the more absurd he became. It was completely contrary to the scientific spirit, and his brain was almost bursting.
The phone rang, and he didn't want to answer it. It rang several times. He grabbed it, and it was the assistant's voice, reminding him that there was an important meeting today. He was dizzy when he heard it. Before the assistant finished speaking, he grabbed the phone.
Throwing it behind, for the first time, he felt so disgusted with his favorite career...