Waiting for a long time, Captain

Chapter 1 Wedges
"Do you believe that there is a predestined fate somewhere?"

"I believe."

"Oh?" There are white cloths all around, and there is a soft piano concerto overflowing, a ray of sunlight bypassing the window sill, refracted to the face of the person on the recliner, white and beautiful.

The hypnotist was a little distracted, and someone coughed softly behind him. He turned his head and looked over, and couldn't help laughing: "It's really interesting. I have hypnotized many people, and I have never seen such a stubborn girl. No matter how I say it, I can't get it right." Come out, she made me plunge into professional academics without being able to display it." It was really helpless.

In a psychological research environment, when hypnotists are helpless, perhaps only a sympathetic person can untie the patient's heart knot and let him lower his guard.

The person behind him walked in slowly. He was holding a glass water cup, clasped his fingers on it, and his nails were neatly trimmed. Those who didn't know it thought he had a cleansing habit, but after thinking about it a little, he could only be regarded as a medical student.But in fact, he is just a person who holds the "steering wheel" all the year round.

"Why do you believe that something is destined?"

The girl's eyelashes trembled slightly, and her fingers trembled, as if a great sadness was entangled in her soul in the dream, and she couldn't restrain herself.

"If I didn't do well before, I'm doomed. No matter how hard I try, I won't get his love." She arched her body, her calves bent, her knees pressed against her belly, and large red marks appeared on her fair skin. She almost cried.Lu Zhao hurriedly comforted her, and patted her calf with the back of his hand.Then he looked up at the person who came, and signaled him with a suppressed voice: "It's very similar to your original symptoms."

grief disorder.The illness that kept him lying in bed for more than half a year.

Lu Zhao went on to say: "The mental state is very bad...she looks like a college student, what can she experience at this age? How can she know what feelings are, why should she be like this..." He stopped talking and did not continue, because the person in front of him Friends who have grown up together since childhood have never turned back in their youth.Going back to China this time is nominally to visit relatives, but actually... who knows.

Symptoms healed, but the heart did not heal.

"Could it only be him?" The man leaned over and put his hand on the girl's forehead, his voice was low and regretful.

The girl finally calmed down a little bit, but the tears couldn't stop: "There are flowers in spring, moon in autumn, cool wind in summer and snow in winter..." She wanted to reach out and grab something, but the closest thing was a man's hand, like grasping something. Clinging tightly as if holding on to a life-saving straw, the cold fingertips entangled like vines.

It won't be that simple, he should have experienced something, he told himself.

The girl murmured: "He doesn't love me. After ten years together, he still doesn't love me. It's not the flowers or the moon, nor the cool wind and snow, he just doesn't love me..."

The second half of that sentence is: If you have nothing to worry about, it is a good season in the world.

The "he" she likes should have rejected her in a romantic and decisive way, which is not very cruel, and it is really not too cruel compared to some ways of not mentioning and not taking it seriously.

For a long time, he rubbed the soft fingertips with his backhand, looked up at the thick pampas grass outside the window, his eyebrows and eyes deeply penetrated with sadness.I don't know how long it has passed, he pursed the corners of his mouth, and the slightly raised arc was elongated: "At that time, it was only ordinary. When you think back to today's things in the future, the more you can't extricate yourself, the more you will be sober and calm."

He turned and walked out, Lu Zhao was too shocked to speak, he saw the bloodstains on his wrists that were dug out by the girl's slender nails, so shocking.

He chased after him: "Ah Cen..."

"Lu Zhao, I have had this disease before, no one can empathize with me more than me, I know she said such words when she was hypnotized, how much that 'he' means to her, as you know and see That way, how messed up I was before. So, don’t ask, but please cure this girl.”

Lu Zhao hesitated to speak: "You know why I asked you to come here. If you are cured, what about your heart? You have been in Atlanta for so many years, you..."

At the end of the long aisle is a white light, which illuminates the man's face clearly, with gentle edges and corners.He suddenly looked at the wound on his wrist, recalled the girl's face just now, and smiled: "I will be back."

(End of this chapter)