Chapter 134 This is a festering wound that will never heal
You Wenze raised his head, his gentle and jade-like eyes filled with a gentle and gentle smile after seeing Song Jing.
"Xiao Jing, you're here." You Wenze closed the book in his hand, smiling brightly and elegantly, and looked at Song Jing with a little starlight in his eyes.
"How are you doing?" Song Jing stepped forward, put the backpack on his lap, naturally held the handle of the wheelchair, turned around and walked back, while taking a look at his legs covered with blankets, "Change
Do your legs still hurt when it’s sunny?”
"It doesn't hurt anymore." You Wenze said with a slight smile, "Why did you come over suddenly and didn't tell me in advance?"
"I came to the imperial capital to deal with some matters, and I came to see you by the way." Song Jing also smiled, "What's the matter? Are you not happy that I'm here?"
"Of course I'm happy to have you here."
Neither of them was talking, but the atmosphere was harmonious and relaxed.
Song Jing pushed You Wenze back to the small courtyard where he lived, "The vegetables grown in your yard grow better than the flowers."
"I really like taking care of these vegetables more than taking care of these flowers." You Wenze smiled, "I will fry some in the small kitchen for you to eat at night? Are you still leaving tonight?"
"Don't leave." Song Jing pushed him to the eaves of the corridor and sat down on the lounge chair next to him.
"In the past, you would have protested if I offered you stir-fried vegetarian dishes. But today you agreed. Is it because you are in a bad mood?"
Song Jing's eyes trembled again and he looked up at him, "Obviously?"
"It's not obvious. People who don't know you well won't be able to tell." You Wenze suppressed a smile and looked at her worriedly, "But what difficulties have you encountered?"
"We encountered a difficult matter, but it has been dealt with." Song Jing went to the recliner and said, "Let me sleep for a while. When you prepare the meal, call me. Don't just give me vegetarian dishes, prepare some too."
Meat. Every time I come to your place, you wish you could give me enough vitamins for a year."
You Wenze saw that she didn't want to mention it, so he didn't ask any more questions. He casually took the small basket on the bamboo stool next to him and said, "I know. I'll prepare a sauce elbow, a kiln chicken, and a steamed fish for you. Is that enough?"
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"That's enough." Song Jing closed his eyes and twitched the corners of his mouth, "You have to make the sauced elbows yourself. I don't like to eat sauced by others."
"Okay." You Wenze also smiled. He first called the nursing center and asked them to help prepare ingredients that were not available in the courtyard, and then took the scissors to cut the vegetables he grew.
Song Jing slept until nightfall, and she woke up only after You Wenze asked her to eat.
She was covered with the quilt held by You Wenze, and her eyes were a little confused when she woke up.
"How long has it been since you had a good night's sleep?" You Wenze sighed helplessly, "Don't just rely on your youth to consume your body uncontrollably. The late nights you stay up now are all debts you will have to pay when you get old.
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"Let's talk about it if we can live until we are old." Song Jing stood up and stretched, "Eat."
You Wenze knew that Song Jing sometimes did very dangerous things, but if Song Jing didn't tell him, he wouldn't ask any more questions. This was a tacit understanding between the two of them.
There was a round table filled with delicious meat and vegetable dishes. Song Jing was about to sit where the elbows were, and You Wenze reached out and said, "Sit over there."
"These are all vegetarian dishes." Song Jing frowned and protested, but finally sat down.
During the meal, the two of them ate attentively and occasionally chatted casually.
After the meal, You Wenze went for daily psychological counseling, while Song Jing went to the doctor to ask about his recent recovery.
You Wenze seemed to have no problems except that his legs could no longer stand up.
But Song Jing knew clearly that You Wenze just hid his emotions in a corner where no one could touch him.
The doctor sighed, "Ms. Song, Mr. You seems to be very cooperative with our psychotherapy, but in fact all the answers seem to have been prepared by him in advance. The answers are so perfect. Here are the treatment records and screen recordings.
, take a look."
You Wenze is a person with a gentle temper and a good temper. When faced with the questions asked by the psychiatrist during treatment, he answers seriously and sincerely. But if you look closely, you will find that the answers he gives are the answers that a mentally healthy person would give.
, but it is not his true mental state now.
"Mr. You is so smart and very vigilant. I have been treating him for three years, and now I don't even know what he likes to eat." The psychiatrist smiled bitterly, "Ms. Song, I'm afraid you have to give Mr. You a new one."
A psychiatrist."
"I will consider it. I have troubled you these past three years."
"No, I can't help. I should say sorry." The doctor smiled, "I wonder if Miss Song has heard of Dr. Gu Shaoyuangu? He has made outstanding achievements in psychotherapy. If he can
If you invite him to treat Mr. You, you may have greater hope."
"Okay, I'll try. Thank you." Song Jing thanked him and left the doctor's office.
After thinking about it, I dialed the phone.
Gu Shaoyuan was chatting with a patient who was undergoing psychological consultation. The phone in his pocket vibrated. He was about to hang up, but stopped when he saw the caller ID. "Sorry, Ms. Xu, I'll answer the call."
Important call."
Gu Shaoyuan went to the rest area next to him, "Boss, does the sun set from the east today? You actually called me."
"Please do me a favor and provide psychological counseling for a person for me."
Gu Shaoyuan's originally joking expression suddenly turned serious, "Boss, why don't you come on your own?"
"My relationship with him is too close, and I will have personal emotions, making it inconvenient for me to do it myself. I will settle the fee for you according to your normal charging price."
"Boss, it hurts your feelings to talk to me about money." Gu Shaoyuan said: "Where is he? If it is not convenient to come to my studio, I can go find him."
"His sanatorium in the imperial capital requires other treatments here. If you can't leave, I have to trouble you to go there every time."
"No problem, I'll go there tomorrow."
"Well, I'll give him your contact information later and you can get in touch. Thanks, Lao Gu."
"Boss, please don't be so polite to me. I'm not used to it." Gu Shaoyuan smiled, "I'm still used to you occasionally coming to me for a fight."
Song Jing laughed and hung up the phone.
When she returned to the small courtyard, You Wenze had already returned from treatment. He heated up a glass of milk and put it on the wooden stool. "You slept for so long in the afternoon, can you still sleep at night?"
"What I lack most is sleep. I can sleep at any time." Song Jing drank the milk and said casually: "Wen Ze, the doctor who provides you with psychotherapy needs to go to further training recently. I will find a new one for you.
I have a new psychiatrist, here is his phone number, you can call him tomorrow to make an appointment for treatment."
"Okay." You Wenze took the phone number with a gentle smile and nodded in a very talkative manner, "I will call the doctor tomorrow. When will you leave tomorrow morning and I will make breakfast for you?"
"No need. It's very cold in the morning. You should lie down in bed to avoid leg pain. I'll get up and go straight away."
"Okay. Eat well and have balanced nutrition. Don't just eat meat. People will lose weight. Then I will go to bed first. Good night."
"Good night."
Not only You Wenze himself couldn't let go of the things that made You Wenze what he was now, but Song Jing also couldn't get over it.
This is a deep and bloody wound buried in the hearts of both of them. It is festering and pus-filled and may never heal.
Early the next morning, Song Jing got up, washed up, changed into a set of clothes left here, took his bag and left the small courtyard.
You Wenze sat in front of the window and watched her quietly close the courtyard door and leave. He raised his hand to lift up the long sleeves of his cotton and linen shirt. His fair and jade-like arms were covered with horrific wounds one after another.
These wounds were all made by himself when he couldn't bear it anymore, just to remind himself that he must endure it.
If he was gone, Song Jing might really never care about herself again.
Song Jing took a taxi after leaving the nursing home, and received the news as soon as he got in the car.