The room was really hot. Zhou Jingze tilted his head and sucked her ears. As soon as his cold and slender fingertips were hooked with a thin shoulder strap, Xu Sui's tip trembled. When his eyes flashed through the painting on the opposite wall, he inadvertently lowered his head and was shocked.
Lord Kui and 1017 One and One Little People were sitting on the ground and looking at them, their eyes wide open.
Xu Sui blushed all of a sudden. She pushed Zhou Jingze away and motioned to him. Zhou Jingze turned around. Demu and Jumao were staring at him with an upright face, as if he should not do such a reversal and daytime lewdness at home.
"Wow," Zhou Jingze went over and picked up the fat cat, and the other one carried the German shepherd's neck. "A single dog and a single cat don't have to be so jealous of me."
Unexpectedly, 1017 was greatly stimulated, jumped out of Zhou Jingze's arms and went straight to Xu Sui sitting on the sofa. When Zhou Jingze turned around to look for his target, he found that the fat cat was sitting steadily in his girlfriend's arms, holding his chin high, looking like a villain.
"Don't be caught by me." Zhou Jingze raised his finger at it.
"Meow~" 1017 fiercely said to him, and immediately hid back in Xu Sui's arms.
Xu Sui was overjoyed to see 1017. He kept holding it and teasing it. At the end of the last semester, Xu Sui changed to a dormitory stewardess in their girls' dormitory, and the cat has been fostered in Zhou Jingze.
The two didn't confirm the relationship before, and Xu Sui often came to disturb him.
Now it's all right. It's their cat.
The light in the room is really too dim, giving people a gloomy feeling. Xu Sui got up with the cat in his arms, turned on the light, and pulled away the brown curtains. The light poured in, and his eyes suddenly became clear.
Xu Suizheng walked to the sofa. When he passed Zhou Jingze, his stomach purred inappropriately. Zhou Jingze just opened the refrigerator door and held the ice water hand. The other hand gently grabbed Xu Sui, who escaped, and caught the person back.
"No food?" Zhou Jingze raised his eyebrows, closed the refrigerator door, and pulled it with his mobile phone. "What do you want to eat?"
Takeaway will be delivered soon. Zhou Jingze ordered a private dish with exquisite dishes and fragrant taste. He got up and took out a box of milk from the refrigerator, paused, and took it to the kitchen to heat it up.
Zhou Jingze sat back on the sofa, handed the milk to Xu Sui, and took the sex cutlery in her hand and took it apart before giving it to her. Xu Sui took it and took a few bites. He found that Zhou Jingze nestled on the sofa like boneless. He lowered his head and brushed his mobile phone, with a lack of interest on his face.
Xu Sui looked up at him: "Don't you eat?"
Zhou Jingze didn't raise his head, and his voice was tired: "I don't want to eat it very much."
Xu Sui knew that he was in a bad mood and wanted him to eat some. He took down a pair of new chopsticks and handed it over. His voice was soft: "But I want you to eat some with me."
The air was still, and the wall clock on the wall made a ticking sound. Zhou Jingze held the mobile phone and finally scored. He threw the mobile phone aside, bowed his waist slightly, raised his hand and squeezed her face with a smile in a smile:
"Xu Sui, I find that you are quite good at acting coquettish."
Xu Suixin scalded, lowered his head quickly, put a bean into his mouth, pulled out the chopsticks of her left hand with a clear bones, and a lazy voice shook his ear:
"The point is that I'm quite useful."
After they finished their meal, Zhou Jingze poured the lunch box and garbage into the garbage can. The two sat on a thick gray carpet and played games together.
Xu Sui accompanied him all afternoon in the living room and didn't mention anything about his absence from the exam.
After the game, Zhou Jingze threw away the switch handle, raised his hand and rubbed his neck. He said, "Don't you ask me about my absence from the exam?"
Xu Sui shook his head and looked up at him: "When you want to say it, you will tell me."
"At the beginning, it was completely in high spirit to change the volunteer major," Zhou Jingze put his elbow on the floor and hooked the corners of his lips mockingly. "But when he really flew above the sky, he fell in love with it again."
"Once you take it seriously, you can't accept your failure." Zhou Jingze opened a can of carbonated drinks, looked up and took a sip, and his throat rolled slowly.
Xu Suiruo nodded thoughtfully: "Give me some time, and your obstacle can be overcome."
This disease has been with him for many years since he was a child. As soon as he encounters a dark claustrophobic space, he will have an attack. Zhou Jingze only thought she was a little girl with a kind heart and touched her head: "Okay."
When she came out of Zhou Jingze, Xu Sui caught up with the school on the bus. After returning to the dormitory, the first thing she did was to check the information in front of the computer. When the light in the dormitory was turned off, she also sat there.
Hu Xixi lay under the warm quilt and turned over. Looking down, he looked down at Xu Sui in front of her desk and yawned: "Baby, why don't you sleep yet? Get out of bed. It's cold below."
"It's okay. It'll be all right in a minute." Xu Suiwen answered.
Xu Sui checked a lot of materials and some journals and magazines in front of the computer, which said that claustrophobia is caused by biological reasons, genetic factors, etc. One of them - the growth environment and family education methods.
Zhou Jingze's family... Xu Sui remembered the irreconcilable relationship between him and his father, and what he said in the frank bureau.
Before going to bed, Xu Sui held his mobile phone, hesitated for a moment, and asked, [Your illness has something to do with your childhood?]
Ten minutes later, zjz replied: [Um.]
The next day, Xu Sui and Liang Shuang had classes together. After they found a seat, the teacher hadn't come yet. Xu Sui sat in the third row, took a pen around, pushed his companion's arm, and asked, "Shuangshuang, a very good senior who came back to school last time for a lecture. Do you have his contact information?
To Shang Liang Shuang's doubtful eyes, Xu Sui added, "It's the one who opened a psychological consultation office after graduation."
"Oh, oh, Guan Xiangfeng, there is his contact information on the homepage of the campus network," Liang Shuang put down his pencil bag and smiled mysteriously at her. "But you asked the right person. One of my senior sisters has his personal WeChat. I'll push it to you later."
"Thank you for refreshing."
"You're welcome."
After returning to the dormitory after class, Liang Shuang really got Guan Xiangfeng's WeChat message and pushed her. Xu Sui clicked to add it. The verification message was very polite and appropriate: Hello, brother, Xu Sui, a 2011-level clinical medicine, has personal question for you.
At noon, Guan Xiangfeng passed her WeChat request. Xu Sui said a long story and directly cut into the topic: [Hello, brother. I'm Xu Sui. I want to ask a friend of mine who suffers from claustrophobia. What treatment is there for it?]
After a while, Guan Xiangfeng sent a position and replied: [The interview is more effective. What time in the afternoon, I'll ask the nurse to make an appointment for you.]
Xu Suihui: [Three o'clock in the afternoon.]
Guan Xiangfeng: [Okay, wait for you to come.]
In the afternoon, Xu Sui took a bus all the way to the city according to the address given by Guan Xiangfeng and found his hospital eight hundred meters away from Vientiane City.
After going up, Xu Sui said at the front desk about his appointment time and made an appointment for a cup of tea. A nurse crossed the corridor and led her to Guan Xiangfeng's office.
Xu Sui raised his hand to button the door and made a "dudu" sound, and a warm voice sounded like the wind: "Go in."
Xu Sui pushed the door in. At the right desk sat a doctor in a white coat. The pen was pinned to his chest, and there were a messy folders on his right hand. He was wearing a pair of silver-edged glasses and looked handsome.
"Sister Xu, right?" Guan Xiangfeng smiled and pressed the inside phone, "What are you drinking?"
"Oiled water is fine, thank you." Xu Sui answered.
When the water came up, Xu Sui briefly explained Zhou Jingze's situation. Guan Xiangfeng nodded and pulled out the pen on his chest: "I understand the situation roughly. Can you ask your friend to come directly? Face-to-face treatment is better."
Xu Sui shook his head: "I'm afraid not. He probably won't come."
Zhou Jingze is such a proud person. If she hadn't accidentally caught the elevator, he wouldn't have let her know her fragile side.
"He said that claustrophobia is not a little, but mild. The fear of darkness will aggravate his symptoms." Xu Sui added.
Guan Xiangfeng took a pen and recorded it on the paper. He meditated: "In fact, the spiritual shadow has a greater impact."
"Most of them need psychological treatment in the early stage and drug intervention in the later stage. Do you think he won't even try it? Did you just give up the exam?" Guan Xiangfeng asked.
"Yes."
"Escape, maybe the disease is not so serious. Why don't you try systematic desensitization therapy?" Guan Xiangfeng stretched out his index finger and pushed his glasses. He suggested.
After hearing what the doctor said, Xu Sui was relieved, but what she thought: "I checked the data, and the desensitization effect of the system seemed to be relatively slow. He is a pilot. He must not be too delayed. Can you try the full irrigation treatment method?"
Full irrigation treatment is to let the patient enter a horrible situation, restore the scene at that time, and tirelessly repeat the details and prevent the patient from escaping when the patient tries to confront or cover his ears and eyes with his hands.
This treatment works quickly, but if the patient is not used to it, it will cause a stress reaction and may faint halfway.
A trace of surprise flashed in Guan Xiangfeng's eyes. Unexpectedly, she had done so much homework in advance and meditated for a while: "Yes, I'll give him two sets of test questions first and teach him what you should do."
"The most important thing is that I must watch remotely and keep talking to you all the way."
Xu Sui hesitated for a moment, and finally nodded: "Okay."
Before leaving, Xu Suichong bowed to the senior brother to express her gratitude. When she was about to leave with the door handle in her hand, Guan Xiangfeng suddenly stopped her, "Take the liberty to ask, is that friend a very important person to you?"
Xu Sui smiled and said, "Yes."
It's very important.
...
When Xu Sui went to Zhou Jingze's house with a pile of test questions, he said what he thought carefully. As a result, Zhou Jingze nodded without thinking about it.
"So...easy?" Xu Sui's tone was unbelievable.
She thought it was very difficult to let him receive medical treatment according to Zhou Jingze's disdainful personality and face her past unbearables.
Zhou Jingze put his back against the sofa to play with his mobile phone. Hearing this, he moved his eyes to her body. He raised his hand and rubbed her hair, and his tone was careless and there was unreserved trust:
"Isn't there you?"
Zhou Jingze quickly completed two sets of psychological test questions on his notebook, spread his hands together, and then nestled back on the sofa. Xu Sui sat on the carpet, moved back to the computer, compressed his answers into a file package and sent them to Guan Xiangfeng's mailbox.
Before long, Guan Xiangfeng sent an email reply: Yes, his physiology and psychology are stable, above the reach of affordability. You can have a try.
Xu Sui moved the computer aside, put his hand on Zhou Jingze's knee, and asked, "When did you...the first shadow happen?"
"Ten years old," Zhou Jingze put his mobile phone aside in a casual tone, "It's in the basement of this house."
"Just here?" Xu Sui couldn't help opening his eyes wide, and his eyelashes trembled.
He experienced this kind of thing at such a young age, and he later lived here alone for so long.
Zhou Jingze lowered his dark eyelashes and hooked the corners of his lips: "I really remember. I'm not sure if I can stand it."
Xu Sui couldn't help holding his hand and his voice was soft: "It's okay. You still have me."
Zhou Jingze took Xu Sui to the right stairway of his study. The stairway was very narrow, and two people needed to go down sideways.
Zhou Jingze has been holding her firmly. Since he went downstairs, Xu Sui has noticed that he is very nervous, his back is like a bow, and he collapses very tightly.
The sight in front of him gradually narrowed and darkened. After stepping down the last staircase, Zhou Jingze stood there, closed his eyes and probed his hand to touch the switch on the wall.
Xu Sui felt a layer of sweat in the palm of his hand.
With a "bang", the light lit up, the dim space suddenly lit up like daylight, and countless small dust floated under the lamp. Xu Sui looked over.
The basement is about thirty square meters, and now it has become an abandoned grocery store. On the ground lies a basketball and an abandoned bicycle, and a shelf board is piled up next to it, with a thick layer of dust.
Zhou Jingze let go of her hand and walked to the shelf board, reaching out to get the things on it. Xu Sui walked forward and saw that it was a black belt that had fallen off the patent leather, but the metal buckle was still cold.
"Wow, that's what my father hit me." Zhou Jingze's tone was slow and careless, like an onlooker.
"Because of what?" Xu Sui asked him.
"Because--"
Zhou Jingze was thinking about it. With a "slap", the light went out, and his sight fell into darkness, only the small window on the opposite wall emitting faint light.
Zhou Jingze swallowed with difficulty, and the feeling of palpitation began to appear. He subconsciously stepped back and wanted to touch the switch on the wall. He held his hands in one hand, which was very warm.
"It doesn't matter," Xu Suiwen said. "Speak slowly."
"I remember Zhou Zhengyan was starting a business at that time. His career was very bad. When he married my mother, he was strongly opposed by his family, especially a few uncles, who often looked down on him. But he never dared to lose his temper with my mother, because my mother invested all his income from playing the cello, and he could only please my mother.
"He has failed many times in investment and lived a cowardly life. He had to come to vent on me. Generally, scold me harshly. If it's serious, hit me on the shoulder with a book."
Until one day, Zhou's mother Yan Ning went abroad to visit a friend. Because the weather turned cold, Zhou Jingze kept catching a cold and coughing. The doctor came to hang two bottles of water and couldn't get better. The nanny said this when she talked to Yan Ning.
Yan Ning immediately called Zhou Zhengyan and repeatedly told him that he must take the child to see it in person. Zhou Zhengyan responded kindly and turned around and plunged into the study to call someone to invest.
Zhou Jingze coughed all day, coughed until he tinnitus in the middle of the night, and his whole coughed his lungs were about to cough out. Because he was afraid of waking up his father, he lay on the bed, covered his mouth, coughing his shoulders trembling, and his voice was intermittent.
Later, Zhou Jingze couldn't stand it. He had difficulty breathing and had pains on both sides of his abdomen from time to time. He got up from bed with difficulty and covered his chest all the way and coughed while knocking on his father's door.
I don't know if the memory is too embarrassing, or whether it is a little uncomfortable in a dark claustrophobic environment. Zhou Jingze's forehead has sweated and his face turned pale.
"Then what?" Xu Suiyou can't hold Zhou Jingze's hand tightly.
Zhou Jingze leaned against the wall with cold eyes, but the curvature of the corners of his lips habitually raised: "He got up."
Then there is the beginning of the nightmare.
With a "bang", Zhou Zhengyan opened the door, and Zhou Jingze was shocked. Before he could react, Zhou Zhengyan suddenly picked up his collar and dragged him into the room with a gloomy face.
Zhou Jingze couldn't break free at all. Zhou Zhengyan held his head and knocked on the wall. As he bumped, he scolded: "I've put up with you all night. Cough, cough, cough, and fuck, let people sleep."
"Fuck! Why did I give birth to such an unlucky thing as you?"
Zhou's father's dirty insults sounded in his ear. Zhou Jingze was hit against the hard wall. His head hurt a lot, which made him cry. Finally, he lost consciousness in pain. He only felt warm blood on his forehead and fell to the ground one by drop, shocking.
Finally, he cried and grabbed Zhou Zhengyan's hand and begged for mercy: "Dad, I'm not right... I'm sorry."
Zhou Zhengyan stopped at this time. He still felt angry. Zhou Jingze was locked in the basement in annoyance. Despite his own son's crying, he was locked.
Zhou Jingze cried until six o'clock in the morning and wanted to go out. The surroundings were dirty and wet, and it was dark in front of him. He stayed in the basement cold and hungry, but naively wanted to go on hunger strike.
The nanny told Zhou Zhengyan about this. He had failed to ask for financing everywhere in the past two days. He was so annoyed that he pulled a belt around the basement door and hit him hard.
Zhou Jingze recalled that he seemed to fall into the scene at that time. He covered his heart and gasped loudly, and a trembling voice came from the voiceover:
"What did he say when he hit you?"
Zhou Jingze's face turned pale, his limbs were cold, his head was leaned on the wall, and his tone was weak: "You beast, add obstacles to me all day long."
The soaked belt whipped his body one by whip. Zhou Jingze felt that his clothes had been worn open, and the skin and flesh were scratched by the blade, which almost fainted in pain.
He also has a high fever and a drowsy head, as if his neuroconsciousness is not his own.
A pair of shiny leather shoes appeared in front of him. Zhou Zhengyan pulled up his hair and stared at him: "Do you know what's wrong?"
"I shouldn't bother you."
At this moment, Zhou Jing was dying to lean his back against the wall, subconsciously hugged himself, forgiven himself in a self-safe posture, and unconsciously repeated this sentence.
"Sorry, Brother Guan." Xu Sui couldn't stand it anymore. Tears fell down, covering the camera hidden in the corner, and throwing away the communicator in his ear.
Xu Sui couldn't stand it. The embarrassing side of her proudest and wanton teenager was seen by others.
What he needs should be flowers and applause.
Constant sound came out, and the black spiders crawled over one after another. Zhou Jingze raised his hand to cover his ears. In a trance, someone stopped him. He unconsciously repeated some messy words and couldn't tell who said them.
"You can't get out." A vicious male voice said.
"Yes, the exit is right there." A soft female voice was remembered.
"You are a frustrated guy. Why don't you die?" He was repeatedly reminded.
Zhou Jingze felt that he had difficulty breathing. He was caught in his throat by a powerful hand, was wrapped in a poisonous snake all over, fell into an abyss, and could not move.
"You are not." The female voice sounded again, and a hot tear dripped on the back of his hand.
Zhou Jingze was locked up for two days and nights. In the end, he had a high fever. He opened his eyes in a daze. The spider crawled around at his feet. He retreated in fear, and the darkness around him was as dark as a huge black box, which made people unable to move. He seemed to never walk out.
"I can't get out." Zhou Jingze's lips are pale.
Dou Da sweat rolled down from his forehead, Zhou Jingze's eyelashes hung down, his lips were pale and gasping. His whole body was confused, and a gentle voice tried to call him:
"Zhou Jingze, look, there is light."
Xu Sui squatted in front of him and didn't know where he found a lighter. Zhou Jingze raised his eyes knowingly. The two eyes collided, and a cluster of orange flames jumped up, illuminating a red face with red lips and white teeth, and a pair of clear and dark eyes only reflected him.
The surrounding tinnitus dissipated, the heartbeat gradually calmed down, and the crumbling flame in front of him was like a dim star with light.
"God said there should be light, so there was light."
Zhou Jingze's eyes were black and he could no longer support it. He carried a warm embrace at one end.