Chapter 47 Chapter46 Where does the little puppet live?

When Xin Dayi and Mary pulled the two apart, the child who was beaten was already frightened and stupid, and had no idea what happened. Ah Heng sighed, picked up the house number and put it in his hand, his nose was a little sore: "Don't take it, Yanxi, no one will take your home away." The young man looked at her ignorantly, then lowered his head, saw the house number on the palm of his left hand, and finally, he clenched it tightly and felt relieved. She apologized to the boy who was beaten. Although this man was not injured, he felt a little unhappy when he was attacked suddenly, so he grimaced and said to Ah Heng: "Yan Xi is stupid, I don't know him as well. But Wen Heng, with his appearance, In order not to hurt anyone, you should send it to a mental hospital as soon as possible!"

Xin Dayi became furious: "You are so fucking stupid, believe it or not, I will send you to a mental hospital right now!" The man took a look at Xin Dayi, knowing that he couldn't offend these high-ranking children, he snorted, and left embarrassingly. Mary wanted to say something to comfort Ah Heng, but Ah Heng looked at Yan Xi with a smile: "Our Yan Xi is not stupid, is it?" The young man lowered his head and looked at his "home" preciously, without any reaction. He used to call "our Ah Heng" in such a proud tone, "Our Ah Heng is beautiful, the cooking is delicious, and the conversation is interesting, do you know that?" I don't know, it doesn't matter, I will say "our Ah Heng" to let you all know that my truth is also your truth.

He is such a logic that he wants the whole world to know that his baby is good. So, Yanxi, we Yanxi, will it be too late for me to call you like this from now on? On Saturday, Ah Heng took Yanxi to the hospital for treatment.According to Siwan, for Yan Xi's illness, psychological treatment is needed at first, and if it cannot be well controlled, drug treatment will be used. That was the first time Ah Heng entered Tianwu General Hospital.Holding Yanxi's hand, she always felt that it was not a bad thing for him to fall into his own world and not take care of his surroundings. Tianwu is more like a nursing home than a hospital.A garden with singing birds and fragrant flowers, clean and tidy fitness equipment, and countless patients who are identified by numbers in uniform clothes.

01 to unknown, they have no names. The nurse scolded, like scolding an ignorant child: "0377, don't grab 0324's biscuits." But in fact, those were two young men in their prime of life.One of them grabbed something in the hands of another fatter young man with a bit of arrogance, but the fat young man picked his lips hard with his hands, his teeth were already bleeding, and there was a weird smile on his cheeks. The young and strong male nurse stepped forward to pull the patient, while the other patients gathered in a circle, clapping their hands, laughing and applauding like children.

Ah Heng took a step back, bumped into Yan Xi, and turned around in panic.But the boy's expression was unusually calm, without any expression, or so empty that he couldn't read anything, everything, nothing. Dr. Zheng is a man in his thirties. He wears a white coat and looks clean. He is a gentle person.He called his name: "Yanxi." Yan Xi only looked down at his "home" and ignored him. Dr. Zheng smiled and looked at Ah Heng: "You and Siwan?..." "Brothers and sisters." Dr. Zheng nodded: "No wonder, they look so similar. He used to bring Yanxi here, but today it's you. You must be very trusting and intimate with Yanxi."

She only heard the first half of the sentence.In the past, Siwan always brought Yan Xi, but what about Grandpa Yan and Guard Li?Why didn't they come here? Could it be that they were afraid of damaging the Yan family's reputation... Ah Heng felt a little cold. Doctor Zheng seemed to see through Ah Heng's mind, and explained somewhat unnaturally: "My husband is busy with work, but he will definitely call every time and ask carefully." Ah Heng smiled wryly, did he have time to call but no time to take Yanxi to see a doctor?No wonder, Yan Xi will be locked up at home for half a year...

For half a year, even the Xin family kept it a secret. She looked at Yanxi, but Yanxi only lowered her head, her black hair stuck to her forehead, which faintly covered her big bright eyes. Ah Heng held his hand, and unconsciously increased his strength, Yan Xi felt pain, raised his eyes, and pushed her away hard. Ah Heng was stunned. Could she also be... the one who hurt Yanxi? Doctor Zheng sighed, picked up the medical flashlight to check Yanxi's eyes, and then waved his fingers in front of his eyes. The boy's eyes could only follow slowly, not at all agile. Dr. Zheng frowned and asked Ah Heng: "Is he always like this these days, not paying attention to anything?"

Ah Heng nodded, and pointed to the thing that the young man was clutching in his left hand: "Except for this." "This should be the reason that induced Yanxi to fall ill again." Dr. Zheng thought for a while. Ah Heng stared: "What do you mean?" "Generally speaking, hysteria is when the patient is severely stimulated and unable to protect himself or dispel his sorrow, he keeps giving psychological hints to himself, and puts himself in a hypothetical safe state. Once a psychological stimulus appears, or He said that when what he thought was an unsafe situation, he would appear hysterical." Dr. Zheng paused, "Of course, there are also some patients who are caught in role-playing, because they can't let go of the grief in the past, and change their roles to themselves. cruel punishment."

"Yanxi, that's it." Dr. Zheng looked down at Yanxi's medical records, "However, he is not a simple case, but two concurrent diseases. So, if you take away what he is holding in his left hand , will make him feel very uneasy, and even attack others, this thing has become an incentive for him to be emotionally unstable. And two years ago, his second personality appeared..." Ah Heng interrupted Dr. Zheng: "What is the second personality?" "The second personality is the role he plays." Dr. Zheng smiled, "Sometimes the patient's performance is more realistic than that of a drama actor. Two years ago, Yan Xi also insisted that she was Cinderella who lost her glass slipper. "

He stood up and smiled at A Heng: "Hypnotherapy requires absolute silence for patients. Now, please wait in the reception room." When I walked out of the hospital, the evening sun was beautiful, and the golden color like quicksand softened the shadows. Dr. Zheng came to a conclusion: this time, Yanxi's second personality is Pinocchio.He said that he did not dare to tell the truth, his nose would grow by one centimeter every day, and he could not return home without his family's understanding. Then, he was a little strange and asked her: "Who is Ah Heng? During the hypnosis, Yan Xi mentioned this person and cried."

The street where Tianwu General Hospital is located is a bit remote. She held Yanxi's hand and never saw a taxi.When I came here, I kept thinking about other things and forgot to remember the way. "Yanxi, stand here obediently, and I'll stop the car at the intersection." A Heng smiled and let go of his hand, "Don't run around, you know?" Yan Xi raised her head slowly, glanced at her, then lowered her head again. When she came back, there was no one there. In my mind, it was blank. "Yan..." He opened his mouth, but no matter what, he couldn't make a sound.She was like crazy, and despair hit her face. Turning around, there are only some small alleys around, criss-crossing, staggered, and silent.The quiet shadow under the setting sun also seemed to shake suddenly, fiercely, as if laughing at her, and rushed toward her head-on. With no goal and no end point, she kept running forward, against the light, as if every step she took was getting closer to the darkness, but she had no other choice. Very tired, very tired... even more tired than the two days and two nights when Yanxi disappeared the first time... She couldn't run anymore and stood under the blue tiles. Old alleys, dilapidated and decayed. In the distance, a melodious voice came faintly: "Rattle drum, little noodle man, Kunlun slave, buy it for the children..." At the intersection of the alley, there is a salesman carrying a load of goods, gently and slowly shaking a rattle made of calfskin.All kinds of rough masks hurt her eyes in the setting sun. That thin figure squatted in front of the cargo load, with a slightly innocent face, and in the sun, was the black hair that had been warmed and cooled again. She walked in front of him, and for a moment, she burst into tears. Suddenly, the heart on the left side felt a little numb. It was elated and felt that it was beating, but Ah Heng felt that it might be better if it was cut off and stopped beating. "Yanxi, I guess, you don't know how much pain I have." Even if there is an antidote, the pain cannot be recovered.She held him in her arms, her eyes were terribly red. She bent down, her figure covered his shadow, embraced, never wanting to let go. That child-like teenager, with light milky hair, was quiet in her arms, with a vague, single-word syllable. "Mask, home, also." He said to her, his voice was serious and laborious. Ah Heng trembled a little.He still remembers that there are masks they bought together at home. He gently pushed her away, narrowed his eyes, and pointed to Lin Lang's mask on the shoulder. Ah Heng stood up, but the businessman who was carrying the load smiled: "This kid followed me all the way, looking at the mask all the time." She smiled and wiped her tears: "Master, I will buy it." When she was taking out the money, the boy suddenly took her hand and started to run wildly. A Heng was startled, and followed beside him, being dragged stumblingly by him. "Yanxi, where are you going?" She asked him, the wind was in her ears, and her voice would go away. The boy didn't answer, and kept running. Overpasses, green trees, parks, streets...everywhere, far, near, far; blurred, clear, and blurred. The left hand is his "home"; the right hand is Yan Xi's A Heng. Her left hand, a piece of cool warmth.The knuckles were crooked and pressed tightly, without any gaps. It seemed that they were about to go to an uncertain place, with no destination and no end. When she stopped, there was a door in front of her. There is no house number. He raised his face slightly, and said softly, "Home, you." He knew that she didn't remember the way, but he didn't know why. Ah Heng smiled, unexpectedly Yan Xi would run back with her, she looked at him and corrected gently: "This is your home." Yan Xi shook her head, her big eyes were pure and clear: "Your." "how about yours?" This child, holding his head, burst into tears, his facial features almost squeezed together. "I'm bad, Ah Heng hates me, home, gone." Dr. Zheng told her that Yan Xi's illness was severe, and it was written, aphasia. He will slowly, completely isolate himself from the world.