Yu Chu looked at the teacher with distressed eyes and wanted to say something for her, but couldn't.
Because from Fu Xizhou's side, he is the real victim.
"Go in first." Yu Chu silently tightened his grip and supported the teacher's wrist.
Bai Hui, on the other hand, had nothing to defend. He just walked forward expressionlessly and said lightly: "I will do what I should do."
Gu Beisheng withdrew his gaze coldly, her words were enough.
The three of them entered the house together, and Gu Beisheng fulfilled her duties as a hostess and brought them two cups of hot tea to relieve the cold air outside.
upstairs.
Gu Beisheng had given Fu Xizhou some Chinese medicine to recuperate his body and mind before last night. At this moment, Qin Huaichuan was holding a retro pocket watch with only simple engravings on it.
"Look at the watch intently and silently recite the countdown to the five digits."
Fu Xizhou lowered his dark eyes and began to count down. The pocket watch swinging in front of his eyes suddenly became distorted.
The surroundings darkened, and the overwhelming sense of oppression was suffocating.
But for Fu Xizhou, it was a common thing. It seemed that ever since he could remember, all the darkness was without any light, and darkness followed him like a shadow.
In the darkness where he couldn't see his fingers, his heart was blank. Qin Huaichuan's low voice came to his ears, like a wisp of breeze blowing in the darkness, constantly reminding him to move forward.
As he took a step forward, his body became smaller, and gradually, along with his memory, began to decline.
Qin Huaichuan watched him slowly lower his head, put his hands on his knees, and gradually lost his strength, then slumped down on the sofa.
Qin Huaichuan looked at him intently with deep eyes. Because Fu Xizhou was more defensive, he couldn't compare with ordinary people. He needed to confirm again and again before he would stop.
"Second Young Master Fu?" He called softly, testing the patient's reaction.
Fu Xizhou, who was sitting on the sofa, was motionless.
Qin Huaichuan frowned slightly. Could it be that Fu Xizhou had completely let down his guard against him, so he succeeded in hypnosis so quickly?
He called out his full name again: "Fu Xizhou?"
Fu Xizhou was sitting back on the sofa, his eyes widened in his dark eyes, and his cold and sharp handsome face revealed unprecedented confusion and hesitation.
Qin Huaichuan can understand this, because for Fu Xizhou.
Today was just the morning when he woke up one day when he was in third grade.
And when he woke up, he was in a strange environment and heard a man he had never seen before calling his name.
Soon, Fu Xizhou turned his head, and his lacquered eyes flashed with a cold, alert light, as if he was asking, who are you.
Qin Huaichuan's heart skipped a beat, because the look in his eyes at this moment made it difficult to tell whether Fu Xizhou was an adult or a minor.
"Who are you?"
It wasn't until he heard that Fu Xizhou said that he really didn't know Qin Huaichuan that he breathed a sigh of relief.
Qin Huaichuan crossed his legs, his posture was elegant, his half-rolled cuffs revealed a strong wrist, and his whole person exuded an indescribable sense of elitism. Bayi Chinese website
There was a medical record-like document on his lap, his index finger pressed heavily on the slit in the middle, and he raised his eyes with an almost indifferent look.
"I am your psychiatrist. You can call me Dr. Qin. There was a storm in your school yesterday. You and all the teachers and students were stuck in the classroom all day. You fell asleep after returning home."
He deliberately took Fu Xizhou through his memories and set the time more accurately.
Sure enough, Fu Xizhou slowly sat up straight, his eyes gradually became clearer, and a light response escaped from the tip of his nose: "Yes."
Because Bai Hui often takes him to see various doctors, in order to ensure that he is healthy, this is the first time he took him to see a psychiatrist.
He didn't know much about what the psychiatrist was examining, so he just looked at Qin Huaichuan blankly.
Qin Huaichuan looked at his eyes carefully. Eyes are the windows to the soul. Most people can tell their mental state from his eyes.
At this time, Fu Xizhou's eyes were filled with an empty wilderness, with a desolation that did not match his age.
After a while, Qin Huaichuan stopped looking into his eyes, quickly pressed the pen cap with his thumb, and after a sound, he began to write something on the paper.
"Do you know why your mother sent you to see a psychiatrist?" Like a real psychiatrist, he started routine examinations to better understand his mental state.
Fu Xizhou shook his head, his expression was childlike: "I don't know."
Qin Huaichuan glanced at him quickly and asked: "When there was a storm in school yesterday, all the classmates in your class cried. Do you want to cry?"
"No." He answered quickly.
"Why?" Qin Huaichuan also asked quickly, asking questions and answering quickly, which was one of the ways to hide the patient's true thoughts: "Aren't you afraid of danger? Did you want to see your mother at that time?"
He still replied instantly: "I'm not afraid, and I don't want to either."
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Qin Huaichuan quickly pressed the pen cap again, making a sound like a timer.
The speed of asking will slow down: "Why?"
Fu Xizhou's dark eyes were as calm as ever, his thin lips parted slightly, and he responded fluently: "No reason."
Difficult to do.
These two words only came to Qin Huaichuan's mind.
I thought that it would be relatively easy for Fu Xizhou if he was persuaded by his junior sister to cooperate in hypnotherapy.
Unexpectedly, when Fu Xizhou was three years old, he was already a very troubled boy at such a young age.
You couldn't tell whether it was true or false from his mouth.
Qin Huaichuan sighed secretly, decided not to ask useless questions, put the pen in the middle of the notebook, picked it up, and put it aside.
"I heard your teacher say that when you take exams, you always finish the answer sheet in less than half an hour. So, usually there are still 60 minutes left, and you will draw on the scratch paper, and you will draw well.
good."
When he said these words, he always paid attention to Fu Xizhou's expression to see if he resisted.
Fortunately, Fu Xizhou didn't react at all.
So, he then took out a piece of white drawing paper from the drawer and handed it to Fu Xizhou's hand: "Can you please draw me a picture?"
Fu Xizhou just lowered his eyes and looked at the drawing paper, but remained motionless and had no intention of taking it.
He painted to kill boredom and did not want to paint for anyone.
Qin Huaichuan put the drawing paper on his knees, took out another brush, and said with a smile: "This is a special brush. The painting on the paper is transparent, so no one can see what you draw on the paper."
You will see that only when the paper is soaked in water can you see the content of the painting."
After saying that, he forced the paper into Fu Xizhou's hand and stood up: "I'll leave you alone in there. No one will come in and disturb you. After you finish drawing, you can go back."
Then, regardless of whether Fu Xizhou accepted it or not, he left the room directly.
boom--
The door of the room was closed tightly, and the piece of paper on Fu Xizhou's knees fell to the ground due to the wind of closing the door.