At this moment, Fu Jingting has returned to his childhood in his dream.
As usual, he went upstairs and asked his mother to come down for breakfast.
Normally, whenever he knocked on the door, his mother would open the door and give him a gentle smile.
But this time, no matter how hard he knocked, his mother's door was always closed, with no intention of opening it, which gave him a somewhat uneasy premonition.
After that, he asked the servant to find a backup key, opened the door to his mother's room, and went in. A strong smell of blood came from the direction of the bathroom.
His face instantly turned pale, and his steps paused for a few seconds, then he ran towards the bathroom like crazy and flying.
The bathroom door was open. As soon as he reached the bathroom door, he saw the tragic scene inside.
The mother was lying on the edge of the bathtub, with blood splattered on her face and body.
One of her hands held the eyebrow razor, hanging on the ground, while the other hand was put into the bathtub filled with water.
The entire bathtub was bright red, stained red by my mother's blood.
My mother, on the other hand, was already stiff and cold, and had lost her life.
This scene has been deeply engraved in Fu Jingting's memory, so much so that it will appear every year on the anniversary of his mother's death, torturing his body and mind and making him unable to let go.
Even sometimes, this scene will evolve into a scene that has never happened.
For example, this time, he dreamed that his dead mother suddenly stood up from the edge of the bathtub covered in blood, slowly walked towards him, and asked him why he came into her belly.
If she had not become pregnant with him, she would have left the Fu family long ago and pursued her own love.
Then, his mother's bloody hands strangled his neck.
Fu Jingting was awakened by his nightmare, his eyes suddenly opened, his eyes were blood red, and his breathing was rapid.
Rong Shu was startled by him, and it took her a while to recover. She lowered her head and patted his face gently, "Fu Jingting, what's wrong with you?"
Fu Jingting seemed to be unable to hear, his pupils were staring at the ceiling distractedly, and his thin lips moved, as if he was saying something.
Rong Shu bent down, put her ear to his mouth and listened carefully, and finally heard clearly.
"sorry Sorry……"
sorry?
Rong Shu frowned, her eyes full of doubts.
Why did he say sorry?
Who are you sorry for?
Rong Shu looked at Fu Jingting and knew that he was a little hysterical at the moment. His thoughts and consciousness had not fully recovered. She quickly grabbed his shoulders and shook him, "Fu Jingting, wake up, wake up!"
She couldn't let him stay trapped in it, otherwise it would not be a good thing for his spirit.
He had to get out quickly and regain his consciousness.
Perhaps Rong Shu's shaking had an effect. Fu Jingting's pupils gradually focused, and his eyes moved from the ceiling to Rong Shu's face.
He looked at Rong Shu, and after a few seconds, he said, "Rong... Shu?"
His voice was very hoarse and unpleasant, like a drake's voice.
It sounded like I had drunk too much wine and my throat was burning.
Rong Shu let go of his shoulders angrily and helplessly, "You can still recognize me. It seems that you have sobered up a bit."
"Why are you here?" Fu Jingting raised his hand, touched his forehead, and then prepared to sit up from the sofa.
But he was so weak at the moment that it was difficult to even sit up or lift his neck.
Seeing this, Rong Shu pressed his shoulders and pushed him back to the sofa, "Okay, okay, just lie down and don't get up."
After saying that, she rolled her eyes at him again, "Why am I here? Didn't you already guess yesterday that I would come to see you today? And I said two days ago that you should not turn off your phone today, and you agreed to it.
Well, as a result, you still turned off your phone! If it weren’t for the fact that you turned off your phone today for a reason, I’m telling you, we would have stopped getting back together right away.”
If it were normal times, Fu Jingting would have admitted his mistake and made her happy after hearing about the reunion.
But now, he is really not in the mood.
He closed his eyes slightly, raised an arm and put it on his eyes, without speaking.
Rong Shu felt very uncomfortable and distressed when she saw him like this.
They are all people who have lost their parents.
But his experience was even more pitiful than hers.
His father was murdered in a hotel, and although his mother committed suicide, he witnessed the tragic scene when his mother committed suicide when he was still young.
As for her, although her mother also died when she was very young, she did die of illness, and at that time, she had not yet begun to remember, so although she was sad about her mother's death, she did not have too many unacceptable feelings.
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Although she had experienced her father's death, she was already an adult at that time and her heart was strong enough, so she was able to quickly get over the shadow of her father's death.
But Fu Jingting was different from her. His mother committed suicide too suddenly, with no warning before the incident. He was the first to discover the body at a young age. You can imagine how much of a blow it had to his young mind.
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Thinking of this, Rong Shu suddenly leaned over, hugged Fu Jingting, and buried her head in the crook of his neck. Her voice was full of anxiety and worry, "Fu Jingting, do you know, you almost scared me to death!"
Fu Jingting didn't expect that she would suddenly hug her and looked at her with lowered eyes.
Rong Shu also raised her head at this moment and stared at him with red eyes, "Do you know that some time ago, my grandmother told me that on this day every year, your temperament will change drastically and you will even engage in self-harm, so
Do you know how worried I was when you couldn't get through on your phone? How scared I was? I was afraid that you had harmed yourself, that I would be late and see your cold body!"
Listening to the trembling and choking in the woman's voice, Fu Jingting knew that he had really scared her.
He raised his hand and patted his back gently, his voice still so hoarse and unpleasant, "Sorry..."
"You still know you were wrong?" Rong Shu stretched out her hands, held his face tightly, and said in a feigned anger: "I'm not the only one you want to apologize to, there are also grandmothers and Assistant Zhang.
They are all worried about you, worried that something will really happen to you, but fortunately..."
Rong Shu's expression softened, "Fortunately I came in time, and fortunately you were drunk and didn't have time to harm yourself, otherwise you wouldn't be lying on the sofa now, but on a hospital bed."
Fu Jingting lowered his eyes, his eyes flashed, and he said nothing.
It's not that he didn't have time to harm himself.
But his body doesn't allow it.
After just drinking a few bottles of wine, he felt a burning pain in his heart, causing him to faint immediately.
Yes, he fainted, not drunk.
His heart was still aching faintly at this moment.
But he couldn't let her know this.
Seeing Fu Jingting's bored look, Rong Shu sighed helplessly, then looked into his eyes and suggested gently, "Fu Jingting, shall we see a psychiatrist?"
"Psychologist... doctor?" Fu Jingting moved his thin lips and repeated these four words.
Rong Shu nodded, "Yes, psychiatrist, you will become a different person on this day every year. It is because you have a psychological problem and you witnessed your mother's suicide, so you have a big shadow in your heart.
As for today every year, you will become like this subconsciously, but as long as we go to a psychiatrist and let the psychiatrist enlighten you and make you forget what you saw back then, or let you accept what you saw back then, you will be fine.
