"I saw your mother picking up trash today. It was so dirty."
"Song Xiang, remember to apply for a tuition loan."
"For a family like yours, the school has taken good care of you."
…
Malice and care from childhood to adulthood, mixed with keywords in the materials in front of me, gradually reached my ears and filled my eyes.
My eardrums hurt so much, they felt like they were going to explode.
"Song Xiang!"
There was a bang! It hit my heart and shattered all the sounds.
She trembled all over, and when she woke up, she realized that she had already slid to the ground, covering her mouth.
Her palms were filled with tears and sweat. She was stunned for a moment and wiped her face in panic.
Although Yan Han was calling her, his voice was not urgent, as if he was giving her time to relax.
"Open the door." His tone was also very gentle.
Song Xiang put away the phone with trembling fingers, quickly ran into the bathroom, put her face under the faucet, and let the cold water ruthlessly wash away her tears and heat.
After washing her face and making sure her face looked good enough to be seen, she ran to the door.
After opening the door, I didn't dare to look directly at him, and subconsciously turned my face away.
Yan Han stood in front of the door and saw her red face immediately. He entered the door first without opening a word.
"Aren't you busy with something?"
"Nothing is more important than you."
There was a lump in Song Xiang's throat, and tears that had just been collected immediately burst out of her eyes.
Yan Han happened to have his back to her, and when he turned around, she suddenly stepped forward and hugged him from behind.
She pressed her forehead against his back and gritted her teeth to prevent her from crying.
Yan Han stood still, motionless, "Are you... tired?"
Song Xiang responded dully, "Let me hold you for a while."
"good……"
There was silence for a moment.
"The nearest snack street is two kilometers away from here. I drove there and bought you snail noodles."
"The taste is really weird. You'd better take a shower after eating it."
"Did you hear that?"
Song Xiang gritted his teeth, suppressed the turbulent emotions, and said intermittently: "Then did you buy me clothes? I took a...bath, and I have to change...change clothes."
"I'll buy it for you later."
"oh……"
After her heart calmed down a little, Song Xiang's hold on him weakened, and she gradually let go of him, taking half a step back.
With a tacit understanding, he opened the takeout bag for her, and she turned around and went to the bathroom to wash her face.
Sitting down at the table, he handed it to her and said with a normal expression: "The doctor has examined your mother urgently and may need to use electric shock therapy. He is waiting for your consent."
Song Xiang was shocked, "Electric shock?!"
Yan Han nodded, "The common clinical treatment methods for mental illness are not the same as the electric shock you think of."
Song Xiang opened his mouth, but his mind was empty.
Hearing such words could only remind her again that Xu Shuyan was really crazy.
"When will it start?" he asked numbly.
Yan Han: "If you agree, you can start at any time."
Song Xiang lowered his head and stuffed food into his mouth in big mouthfuls until the smell of food covered up the sourness in his nose.
"I agree. If you want to sign, you can do it now."
"No rush, there are still tests to be done." Yan Han took out a tissue and wiped the corners of her mouth.
Song Xiang couldn't bear to eat, so he pushed the bowl away, thought for a moment, and asked Yan Han.
"Have you asked the doctor? Will my mother be able to live like a normal person in the future?"
Yan Han nodded and said, "Of course, as long as you take the medicine on time, there won't be any problems."