Feeling that his professionalism was being challenged again, Professor Huang took a deep breath and forced a smile.
"Mr. Huo, how about we change places? Treatment requires an environment that is absolutely familiar to you."
Huo Yuting thought for a while, then stood up from the sofa and said, "Let's go to the bedroom."
Mr. Shen and Su Ci were waiting outside the door. When they heard the door open, they immediately cheered up.
"How about it?"
Seeing Huo Yuting and Professor Huang coming out, they asked hurriedly.
Professor Huang shook his head with frustration, "There is no progress yet, so I plan to change to a place that Mr. Huo is familiar with."
"Don't worry, it's okay."
Huo Yuting walked up to Su Ci, stretched out his hand to rub the top of her hair, and softly comforted her.
After entering the bedroom, Huo Yuting lay on the bed, and Professor Huang started hypnotherapy again.
Before closing his eyes, he specially brought over Su Ci's usual pillow.
There was a faint fragrance on her pillow, a very familiar and reassuring fragrance, mixed with a fruity wood aroma.
It smells great.
Huo Yuting quickly took off his guard.
Professor Huang was surprised to find that Huo Yuting did not suddenly open his eyes this time, and all the processes went smoothly.
However, halfway through the hypnotherapy treatment, Huo Yuting suddenly frowned on the bed and pursed his thin lips into a straight line.
It's like recalling some bad things.
Professor Huang slowly leaned closer and carefully observed his reaction.
"What did you see? Can you tell me?"
Huo Yuting probably heard what he said, and his eyebrows moved, but he didn't speak.
Professor Huang saw his resistance in his eyes and continued to induce, "Don't be nervous, I'm here to help you. Tell me, what did you see?"
"Abyss, endless abyss..."
At this time, Huo Yuting was plunged into darkness.
He was standing in an extremely empty place, and the entire sky was gloomy, with no light visible.
He stood there motionless, looking around cautiously.
Then, he heard a child crying. The cry was very weak, but it made his heart beat hard.
He walked towards the source of the sound. The further he walked, the more obvious the cry became.
Finally, he saw a child about two or three years old on the edge of a cliff.
The child curled up into a ball and squatted on the edge of the cliff. If he moved a little, he could slide down.
Huo Yuting walked over, squatted in front of him and asked curiously: "Why are you crying?"
The little boy suddenly raised his head, his dark and bright eyes filled with water, "Mom...since you don't love me, why did you give birth to me?"
Huo Yuting's heart sank suddenly, and he followed the little boy's gaze and looked behind him.
He saw a familiar person, who was wearing an exquisite dark green cheongsam, elegant and dignified, and full of manners.
Ruan Jinglan?
This name suddenly appeared in his mind, and the next second, Ruan Jinglan's originally calm expression suddenly changed, and she rushed towards him ferociously.
"Why don't you die? I would rather not have your son!"
"Why don't you die?"
Huo Yuting stretched out his hand to resist Ruan Jinglan's attack in the next life, but found that his hand was in vain.
He turned around and saw the little boy leaning back and jumping off the cliff.
He was suddenly shocked and wanted to reach out to pull him, but he still only caught a ball of air in his hand.
He could only watch helplessly as the little boy fell further and further away from him.
Below the cliff was an abyss, and the boundless darkness seemed to swallow him up.
Before he could react, the surrounding scene suddenly changed and turned into a welfare home.
Huo Yuting looked at the surrounding environment, his heart sank again, and he opened his long legs and ran towards the inside.
Sure enough, I saw a group of boys under the basketball hoop in the small square.
At this moment, they were surrounding a little boy of about two or three years old, beating and kicking him.
It was obviously the most innocent voice, but the words he spoke were like hell.
"Hit him, his father is a murderer and mentally ill, and his mother is a vixen who destroys other people's families!"
"My mother said that some things are hereditary, and he will definitely be a murderer when he grows up!"
"Murderer, kill the murderer!"
The little boy surrounded in the middle lay on the ground, curled up into a ball, and held his head tightly with both hands.
Waves of severe pain shot through his body, but he still gritted his teeth to prevent himself from crying out in pain.
I thought to myself, when they fight enough, everything will be fine...
Bear with me any longer.
Just bear with it a little longer.
After an unknown amount of time, the group of children finally got tired of being beaten and left one after another.
The little boy collapsed weakly on the ground. His exposed skin was covered in wounds, and almost no intact skin could be seen.
Huo Yuting watched this scene helplessly, his hands tightly clenched into fists.
The little boy seemed to sense something, and slowly opened his eyes, giving him a weak smile.
"Does it hurt?"
I knew clearly whether he would hear me, but I still asked.
The little boy struggled to get up, but fell back again and again.
He gritted his teeth and struggled hard, "Can't cry, can't admit defeat..."
Can't cry, can't admit defeat...
Huo Yuting's heart ached, and he raised his feet and followed.
This memory is his, so he knows exactly what happens next.
Just today, a big shot will come to the orphanage and choose one of these children to take back.
I heard from the dean that the big man's family is very rich, and if he takes him back, he will definitely live a good life.
So many children looked forward to it, waiting for that person to come and perform well.
Only little Huo Yuting was hiding in the corner. Others had put on clean clothes, but he was the only one who was dirty and had wounds all over his face.
The teacher at the welfare home looked at him with disgust and spat: "Sangmenxing! If someone sees you like this, they will think we have abused you, so go back."
When Xiao Huo Yuting met the teacher's gloomy gaze, he shrank his neck in fear and left in despair.
He returned to the small square at the back alone, looking up at the sky, his eyes full of confusion.
It is said on TV that the world is a big place, but why is there no place willing to welcome him and accept him?
Could it be that he really was as good as dead as those people said?
Just when he was alone in a daze, a group of people suddenly came over.
The always mean teacher now had a gentle and flattering smile on his face, "Mr. Huo, please come this way. This is the square of our welfare home."
"If you have any children you like, you can tell me."
The man named Mr. Huo was tall and slender, and he wore a white mask on his face. It was difficult to see what he really looked like.
Mr. Huo paused and pointed in the direction of little Huo Yuting, "Who is this?"
The teacher glanced at little Huo Yuting, and his face suddenly darkened, "Mr. Huo, this is also a child in our orphanage, but he is usually naughty and always likes to fight."
Mr. Huo walked up to little Huo Yuting and looked at him condescendingly, "Are you a good fighter?"
Xiao Huo Yuting looked at him and suddenly remembered what the teacher said.
This Mr. Huo is very rich. If you can be taken away by him, you will definitely live a good life.
So, he nodded against his will and was successfully adopted.
But at this time, he didn't know that the tragedy of his life had not ended, but had just begun...