After taking this cold medicine, I felt that my whole body condition had recovered a lot, and I slowly fell asleep. I had many dreams in this dream. I dreamed that when I was young, I dreamed that my brothers and I were in the hospital with those happy people. Those days, those days seemed to come back to me. She suddenly dreamed that she saw the dean opening her face, and her face was smiling at me, as if she was laughing or crying or making trouble.
Everything seemed so real in the dream, I didn't even feel it was a dream, it was as if something really happened. I heard the dean tell me again.
"Why did you come to our orphanage? Why do you exist here? I don't like you. I don't want to see your face, because when I see your face, I think of your mother. Your mother looks like you. Exactly the same, why do you even have every outline like your mother, including your personality, your body, everything copied her. I have never liked you, and I never wanted to hold you when I was little, because you It makes me feel that you are a bad person. Why do you look at me like this? My child has never looked at me like this. Why do you look at me like an enemy? Do you know anything? Maybe you If you know something, tell me quickly, I hate you."
After I finished speaking, a burst of smoke appeared, and the white smoke prevented me from seeing for four weeks. I was suddenly in this white fog, alone, surrounded by darkness on all sides. I was shouting, I was calling.
"Is anyone coming to see me, Zhutou 3, Xiaoma 6, where are you? Get up and save me. I can't see the road ahead. Why is everything here white? Where have you been? Come on. help me."
Just as I kept shouting, suddenly the dean came out of the dark hut again. She had a candle in her hand and her face looked hideous.
She showed a sinister smile, and he also held a knife in his left hand, which was a sharp dagger. He approached me step by step, and I kept moving back, and I even pushed to the edge.
I looked back and saw, oh my god, isn't this the cliff on Niutoushan?
Many, many people have been buried on this cliff, and no one has ever been upset if they fell from here. I can even feel the ghostly atmosphere at the bottom of the valley, and I can even hear countless dead people crying below. They stretched out their hands and exposed their bones. They kept trying to climb to the edge of the cliff, crying with every step they took.
That sound sounds creepy.
In front of me was the dean holding a sharp dagger, approaching me step by step.
Behind me is a cliff.
There is no way to go, how should I choose? The first step is death, the next step is death.
I became anxious and cried and shouted: "Why are you doing this to me? Is it because you didn't like me when you were a child? I haven't given you too much trouble since you were a child. It's just because you hate me and you never give me food." You gave me food, and it was all smelly stuff. You never gave me meat. Is it because you were afraid that I would grow up? You always locked me in a small room. You felt that you never gave me any sunshine. You I even thought that it would be better if I died. Why did you kill me in the first place? Let me stay until today and let me see an imagination of today. What is your intention? Why do you still hurt me now? You Why do you hate me? Do you hate my whole family? What did I do to you that I’m sorry for!"
I roared like a madman because I felt that there was no way out for me at this time.
The dean was still approaching me step by step. His mouth showed blood, as if he were a ghost, and his fangs were exposed.
I screamed, and my body shivered uncontrollably, because I felt that the ghost skeleton under the cliff was climbing up step by step. That feeling seemed to have pushed me to the edge of life and death, and I had no choice.
There was no way out, and there was no room for me to make more choices and judgments. In this environment, I felt that I was almost dead. No matter what the situation, I had no chance of survival.
The dean said: "I really hate you, I really hate you, because you have the same eyes as your mother. Your eyes make me see fear. Your eyes make me see hatred. Your eyes make me see hatred."
I feel pain. Why? Why have you been staring at me with these eyes since childhood, making me hate you? I want to kill you, but I can’t delete it, but now I want to kill you!”
After saying that, she rushed towards me!
I let out a miserable scream: "Ah!"
…
I suddenly vomited and was out of breath. It turned out that I was dreaming.
Cold sweat broke out all over his body, and the next second Na Jintang pushed open my door, turned on the light, and quickly held me in his arms.
He held me tightly in his arms, as if I was temporarily safe. He patted me on the shoulder: "It's okay, I was having a nightmare. You took the medicine just now and there was a possibility of a nightmare. It gave me a chance to have a nightmare."
This is possible, otherwise nothing can hurt you if I come, you are just having a nightmare."
I looked around confusedly, after seeing all this, I seemed to still feel like I was in a dream. The look in my eyes now, my state has not completely returned to the state of real life. I am still immersed in the fear just now.
Inside, when I saw the scene in the Jintang, I suddenly burst into tears.
I hugged him tightly. I was scared, I was in pain, and it made me sad beyond compare. I haven’t had a nightmare like this for a long time. I really haven’t had a nightmare for a long, long time. Many of the nightmares I had before were about hunger.
It's not good to feel so intense, but the nightmare I had today was that I dreamed about the dean again and the painful past.
I kept crying like a child, and the person who cried was about to collapse. I didn’t know why I was crying. I only knew that I needed to cry to vent my inner fear. The scene just now was really terrifying. I haven’t seen it for a long, long time.
It was so scary, it was so terrifying from the bottom of my heart, goosebumps stood up all over my body.
Na Jintang didn't say a word, he just hugged me tightly and patted my back, making me feel a little bit of warmth. He hoped that through his strong arms, I could find a sense of security.
After about ten minutes, I gradually recovered from the panic, my breathing calmed down, and I gradually felt a kind of warmth in reality.
I looked at Na Jintang in horror and said: "Really, it was so scary just now. I dreamed about what I was like when I was in the orphanage. I dreamed that the dean kept coming to chase me with opponents. She also said...
I said something and she said that he hated me. She hated that I looked exactly like my mother. He hated me, so he hugged me since he was a child. He hated my eyes. He felt that I looked at him with eyes that were filled with tears.
Fear, I have never been like this. Although I hate her, it is not because of my mother. I just hate her. She never gave me food, never let me eat enough, and always let me
Staying in the cabin, she really didn't want me to grow up, she made me live in a wretched and wretched cabin, she even hoped that I would never grow up and live in an orphanage like a little dwarf
.Why? Why does he hate me so much? What have I done to him? Why does he hate my mother so much? Does my mother have a grudge against him? Tell me who my mother is?"
I muttered to myself, and I had entered a state of questioning and answering myself. I felt as if I was about to separate. Everything that happened just now was so weird that it really makes me feel creepy when I think about it. Really, why did this happen?
Painful things, why do I go back to the past.
We could only feel a vibration all over Na Jintang's body.
Maybe he was worried about what kind of mentality I would have, or worried that I would have some mental nonsense. His shock was probably because of his care and love for me.
I started crying again. I really thought that when I thought about this, I had never thought about my mother. Now during this time, everything including money and happiness seems to have a lot to do with my mother and my family.
, should there be many connections in this process? Otherwise, why are there some connections gradually becoming decorations, which makes me unable to face everything in the past, or I have to face my birth,
My parents and even my family.
I cried while talking, and Na Jintang went to hold me in his arms and brought me a glass of lemonade.
"Good boy, I'm sorry. It should be my fault. I shouldn't give you medicine tonight. The medicine I gave you today is cold medicine. Maybe you can relate to cold medicine because cold medicine has a hypnotic and soothing effect on you."
As soon as you enter a state of deep sleep, some people are not suitable for automatic quantification and will have a kind of nightmare. Nightmares may remind you of many things, so I really shouldn't give it to you tonight.
Take the medicine, I should let you have a good sleep and wait until Mr. John comes over tomorrow, or I can wipe your body with hot water."
I looked at him in horror.
I think maybe his reasons are absolutely sufficient, because he is a very knowledgeable expert in this field. He is a doctor who has returned from studying abroad. I have no reason not to believe him.
I nodded and asked in confusion: "Is it true that taking medicine will cause allergies and cause nightmares?"
He nodded and explained to me: "Sometimes these things occur because you have always been in good health and rarely take these Western medicines. More often, when you get sick occasionally, you will take some Chinese medicine. As for the ingredients of Chinese medicine, it
It will be more warming and tonic, and it will not make you have more of a quick thing like Yuquan, so your body can be properly exposed to Chinese medicine. You rarely take Western medicine, so these are the words
If the strength of the drug's effect is not well grasped, it may put a considerable burden on your body. Moreover, according to Western clinical medical tests, if some drugs exceed the burden on your body, you will be in trouble in your body.
The function of the drug will cause a kind of nervous breakdown. It may be that the drug makes you nervous and makes you feel insecure. Or it may make you feel very uncomfortable.
That's why you have nightmares. It was all my fault just now. Who is afraid that I will sleep with you tonight. Don't think about anything. If I come, I will kill whoever comes. If the ghost comes, I will kill the ghost, okay?"
After listening to his words, I felt a kind of relaxation at that time. It turned out that it was really the medicine, which affected me. Maybe when I was sleeping just now, I did feel that my head was groggy.
Maybe it’s really this that makes me have a lot of associations.
Na Jintang and I were already hugging each other on the sofa.
He hugged me tightly and touched my forehead.
"Your temperature has dropped and should be considered normal. There shouldn't be much of a problem now. Colds shouldn't exist anymore. It's already very late when you need to rest. I'll sleep with you tonight. You
Just in my arms and holding you, you don’t have to worry about anything, don’t think about anything. When we come together tomorrow, it will be a new day, and you will be a happy cat again. Jiujiu, follow me tomorrow
Let's go to the company together and nothing will happen again, okay? Trust me, promise me nothing will happen again, and I will be with you today."
I snuggled in his arms without thinking too much about an inappropriate friendship between a man and a woman. I felt that the two of us had already formed a tacit understanding after being together for so many years. Of course, I believed in his
A kind of self-control. Of course, I also believe that I will not have any extraordinary ideas.
I feel a sense of security with him, because a lot of my sense of security comes from him. If he hadn't been by my side, when everything happened just now, I feel that I might not be able to calm down even now.
There are too many things in the past that have piled up for me, forcing me to think about them.
But I don’t want to think about anything anymore because I’m very tired now. Maybe it’s the drug that makes my head feel heavier and heavier. Maybe the drug’s anesthesia hasn’t completely worn off yet.
Na Jintang sang a lullaby in my ears, he was really like an adult doting on his own child.
"Baby, go to sleep. Don't think about anything. I will be here with you today. You have a good sleep. I will sleep after you fall asleep. It's no big deal. Everything will be fine after the rain tomorrow.
It’s a beautiful day. I believe everything will disappear. When everything gets better, I will accompany you to see the great rivers and mountains in China and see the scenery. Then you will suddenly become enlightened. That’s all.”
My eyelids became sleepier and sleepier, and I finally fell asleep in his arms. I really didn't have any nightmares at night anymore, because I felt so safe.