Reincarnation: I Married My Ex’s Brother

Hearing this, Fang Zicheng pursed his lips.

199 asked again, "Brother, why did you suddenly remember to ask this?"

Fang Zicheng said, "I...I want to be like a normal person, with emotions, sorrows, sorrows, and joy." What he says and does now is in accordance with Qiao Jiusheng's teachings. They told him to love his brother, so he loved his brother, and they told him To respect the teacher, he respects the teacher.

He suddenly felt that this was very boring, he wanted to feel what was like and what was angry.

"Don't worry, you are still young."

Fang Zicheng grumbled.

What No. 199 did not tell Fang Zicheng was that many patients with affective disorder would be isolated by the world as adults. Because they could not feel any emotions, their life would be like boiled water, plain and tasteless. Gradually, some people would become Lost the desire to live.

Many people in this patient group committed suicide.

After that day, Fang Zicheng became more silent.

Fang Yusheng and Qiao Jiusheng felt their son's changes, and they were particularly worried. For this reason, they took him to see a psychiatrist every few hours.

The psychologist is called Zhuo Yu, and he is the doctor recommended by Ji Qing.

Fang Zicheng saw Zhuo Yu for the first time. The man was wearing a warm goose-yellow knitted sweater, unlike other doctors in a white coat. When Fang Zicheng opened the door and entered the office, Zhuo Yu was staring at the fish in the fish tank.

Hearing the movement, he looked back at Fang Zicheng, and he looked at the child in front of him.

This patient, as Ji Qing said, was too indifferent, at a young age, and with those green eyes, he didn't even have the curiosity and longing for this world that a child should have. His eyes were cold, calm as if a lake was still in the water.

Zhuo Yu's heart sank.

He hooked his lips, and the other Zicheng said, "Hello, this is Zhuo Yu." He spoke in an adult voice.

Fang Zicheng nodded and replied in a voice that sounded very polite but indifferent, "Doctor Zhuo, hello, I am Fang Zicheng."

There is carpet on the ground, and they sit directly on the ground.

Zhuo Yu handed him a piece of paper and a pen, and he said, "Draw something."

Fang Zicheng took the paper, instead of asking questions like others, he stared at the paper, hesitated for a moment, and picked up the pen. Zhuo Yu got up and walked to sit behind the table and browsed the files by himself. Fang Zicheng sat on the small sofa, staring at the paper, always quiet.

After about half an hour, Zhuo Yu said, "Is the drawing done?" He stood up and walked to Fang Zicheng's side.

Fang Zicheng looked up at him and said softly, "I can't draw it."

Needless to say, Zhuo Yu also found out. He stared at the blank sheet of paper on the table, frowning slightly. "Why can't I draw it?"

Fang Zicheng said honestly, "My mind is blank." He has nothing to love, nothing to miss, and nothing to hate. He picked up the pen, there was nothing he wanted to paint at all. Zhuo Yu was silent for a moment before asking, "You can try to draw your parents."

Fang Zicheng opened his mouth, and Zhuo Yu heard him say, "I don't know why I painted them."

"Where is your brother?"

Fang Zicheng continued to shake his head.

Zhuo Yu asked again, "Let's make an assumption."

Fang Zicheng nodded and said, "Okay."

Zhuo Yu drew several people on paper, representing Qiao Jiusheng, Fang Yusheng and Fang Zikai. He said, "If one day, your parents leave you." Seeing Fang Zicheng listened carefully, Zhuo Yu said straightforwardly, "If they die."

"Ok."

Zhuo Yu pointed to Fang Zikai and said, "Then he will be your only relative."

"Ok."

He drew a cross on Fang Zikai again, and said, "If he is gone, then you will be the only one in this world."

Fang Zicheng listened quietly, his expression very calm.

Zhuo Yu found that when he was making these assumptions, Fang Zicheng's expression was always calm. The average child would cry or panic when he heard such words. He alone is always calm and quiet, or in other words ruthless and indifferent.

Zhuo Yu sighed in his heart.

What a good child, how could he get such a disease.

Fang Zicheng suddenly asked Zhuo Yu, "Am I out of treatment?"

Zhuo Yu's heart was tense, and he wanted to say that there was still hope, but he heard Fang Zicheng say, "If it is the day you said it." He stared at Zhuo Yu's eyes and said, "I will find a place, An Die quietly." He added thoughtfully, "It won't cause trouble to others."

Zhuo Yu glanced at him deeply.

Outside the door, when Fang Yusheng and Qiao Jiusheng heard this from the monitor, their expressions changed.

They heard Zhuo Yu ask, "Why? You can live on your own."

The three-year-old said, "What do you live for? The same thing is repeated every day, alive and dead, almost.

Hearing this, Zhuo Yu said sharply, "But you are alive now, and you are repeating the same thing." Zhuo Yu asked Fang Zicheng's last question, "Tell me, obviously you are doing the same thing now, why are you willing to live? And when your parents and brothers died, you felt like they were alive and dead."

"tell me why?"

Fang Zicheng opened his mouth, but was speechless.

He also asked, "Why?" He murmured, "I don't know."

Zhuo Yu said, "Because you love them, they are the driving force for you to live, even if you have to go to school every day, you have to eat, you have to sleep, the world you live in will never change. But there is someone you love around you. People, you love them so much, you can't bear them, so you continue to live."

Fang Zicheng's eyes seemed to fluctuate. He thought carefully about what Zhuo Yu said, but then shook his head and said, "I don't know what love is, I can't feel it."

Zhuo Yu smiled and said, "Living well is your love for your loved ones."

…

When leaving Zhuo Yu's psychological clinic, Fang Zicheng had been thinking about what Zhuo Yu said.

Is living a love for relatives?

Fang Yusheng suddenly slapped him on his head, and asked him with a smile, "What do you think! The three-year-old kid has a lot of concerns."

Fang Zicheng glanced at his father, then reached out and touched his hair. He suddenly said to Fang Yusheng, "Dad, touch it again." Fang Yusheng was stunned, and then rubbed Fang Zicheng's head again without knowing it. A handful.

Fang Zicheng put his hands on the place where he was rubbed by his father.

When Dad rubbed his head, it felt completely different from when he rubbed his head by himself.

Fang Zicheng suddenly understood a truth: Why is he willing to live? Perhaps it was because he couldn't feel the temperature of his father's palm when he died, so he chose to live.

Fang Zicheng didn't understand at all, this phenomenon is called love, called dependence and greed.