Mother cried depressively next door, thinking that she was afraid of being heard by him, so she kept the volume down extremely low.
After the accident, the focus of the family fell on Yang Qing. Sometimes he felt that he actually died after the accident, and only the shadow of his brother Yang Hua survived.
Yang Qing found a photo with his brother from the bedside table, and he gently stroked himself standing next to his brother with his fingers. Those past things have become blurred, and the only thing I remember is the praise of my parents to my brother.
He stared at the photo for a long time, put it back again, and then lay down on the bed.
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Zhang Qiao is now one of the best psychiatric doctors in the city and is well-known throughout the city. He did not expect to see Yang Rong in the reception room.
The last time I saw Yang Rong was the reunion two years ago. He took his wife and a pair of sons. The eldest son was lively and lovely, and the younger son was silent and introverted. Yang Rong and his wife kept praising the eldest son for being smart and sensible, and his family was extremely happy.
“Zhang Qiao, please help me!” Yang Rong surprised Zhang Qiao when he spoke. “I… I really can’t do anything…”
“What happened?” Zhang Qiao asked nervously.
“I suspect that my son—has been evil. I really have no choice but to come to you.” Yang Rong said hoarsely, as if he would cry at any time,” He…In my son’s body, it seems that there is another person living in him.”
On the plane going home with Yang Rong, Zhang Qiao learned the whole thing.
Yang Rong’s two sons were kidnapped last month. Three days later, the younger son returned home sloppy, but the elder son was nowhere to be seen. After another month, the police finally found the eldest son’s body. The body was thrown at random on the mountain during the dog days, and it was decomposed.
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Yang Rong’s voice was low and slow, and Zhang Qiao felt that he could see the scene that day.
“When he was brought back by the police, his clothes were torn one by one, his body was wounded, and there were tied bruises on his wrists and ankles. The whole person changed. He had to be silly, not talking, not crying, and asked him what he said he didn’t know, and he didn’t remember. My wife held him and cried vigorously, but he didn’t move, and his head was raised very high. “
Yang Rong paused, didn’t say anything further, he only knew when he got home.
Finally, the rental stopped at Yang Rong’s downstairs. Soon, the door opened, and Yang Qing’s face appeared in front of them: “Dad, are you here with you?”
Yang Rong avoided his eyes and said faintly “Yeah” Voice, pick upWithdrawing his body, he brought Zhang Qiao out: “This is Uncle Zhang, you have seen it before.”
Yang Qing raised his head and stared at Zhang Qiao for a while, then suddenly smiled. , Ran forward and hugged Xia Zhangqiao’s leg hard. Zhang Qiao stepped back unexpectedly, lowering his head and looking at Yang Qing.
“Hello Uncle Zhang.”
Yang Qing’s voice is crisp, with a little childishness, and a smile on his face, which looks very cheerful, no Like the so-called hit evil. Zhang Qiao looked back at Yang Rong because he was a little unclear, but Yang Rong’s face was even more gloomy.
“Yang Qing has grown up so big.” Zhang Qiao couldn’t help touching his head.
As soon as the voice fell, Yang Qing was stunned, and then grinned with a brighter smile to Zhang Qiao: “Uncle, you remembered my name incorrectly. I am not Yang Qing, but Yang Hua.”
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The moment he spoke, the woman standing at the door of the living room with a teacup could not help but let out a mournful cry. The living room fell into silence for an instant, and Yang Rong’s expression became more ugly. He tried to keep his voice down and said to Yang Qing: “Huahua is going to the house, parents and uncle have something to discuss.”
Yang Qing was not disturbed by the weird atmosphere, and ran back to the room with a “um” sound. Yang Rong turned his head to look at Zhang Qiao, greeted his wife to sit down and held her hand, his voice trembled slightly: “You see, that’s it.”
“He does Is it Yang Qing?”
“Yes, it’s the youngest son.”
“You told me on the road that Yang Hua…”
The woman couldn’t help it, sobbing with her head buried, Yang Rong squeezed the back of her hand, she quickly wiped her tears, and suppressed the whimper, as if she was afraid of being heard.
“Dead, already buried.”
“Then why–“
Yang Rongshen He took a breath: “When Qingqing came back, she didn’t say anything. Every day, she sat in a daze, without eating or drinking. When the police asked him about the kidnapping, he cried and said that he didn’t remember anything. I dared not irritate him… One month later, Huahua…’s body was found. We took him to recognize the body, but he suddenly said that he was Huahua…”
Listen At this point, Zhang Qiao frowned.
“Since then, Qingqing has insisted that he is Huahua, and he has become more and more like Huahua, even his preferences are the same. We took him to see many doctors Use… he doesn’t even remember the person’Yang Qing’…”
Zhang Qiao took a breath of air: “You mean, he doesn’t even remember the past Remember?”
“Yes, he only remembers what happened after he came back now, it’s like—” Halfway through, Yang Rong took his wife’s hand, “It’s like he really is Huahua…”
< br/> Zhang Qiao was silent, raised his head and glanced at the slightly closed bedroom door. He stretched out his hand and patted Yang Rong’s shoulder: “I am a doctor, and I don’t believe in any weird things. Don’t worry, I will help you find out what happened.”