I abused the slys a thousand times, and the slys treated me like first love

I was wearing a thin turquoise pajamas and was sitting on the edge of the pond at the end of the village. It seemed a little abnormal.

When we came out of Lin Ergou's house, the sun had just risen and it was a bit cold.I don’t know how long I have been sitting by the pond, and my back has been very hot in the sun, which is unbearable.

The dewdrops on the lotus leaves slowly evaporated.I looked back at the sun, the light was dazzling, and I felt that it was so huge that I could hardly imagine it.

A certain wonderful feeling kept flashing before my eyes, as if the dream could be vaguely "seen" in broad daylight.

"Maharaja Yandu", such a name came out of my mouth unintentionally, and it was the same name that came out of Lin Ergou's mouth.I vaguely felt in my heart that he seemed familiar to me.But who would come up with such a strange name?Sounds like a ghost.

My thoughts flew to the morning again.In the room, I saw Lin Ergou, the mental patient I "saved" sitting cross-legged on the bed.

He was still the same, slovenly, talking nonsense, and there was nothing special about him.I'm a little confused, why did he become a "little god"?
I was still thinking about it, but Lin Ergou went crazy again.The moment he saw me, he suddenly became restless from a very quiet state, as if he had seen something. The scene seemed extremely scary.

He kept repeating the four words "Dajun Yandu" in his mouth and shouted loudly, "Dajun Yandu, go and save him...".

This situation seems to make me sure that he has become very "nervous" like before. In the past two years, the original disease has not completely recovered.

When Aunt Lin saw that her son had become "mental" again, she felt very collapsed and panicked. She didn't seem to get the expected results. Is her son "crazy" again?
I saw fear and an indescribable sense of urgency in Lin Ergou's eyes, as if he had really seen that person, and that person was really going to die.

That man's death was extremely horrific and tragic.Lin Ergou couldn't help shouting "help" loudly.

Wang Ziqiang heard the terrifying and chaotic sounds, rushed in, and Aunt Lin pushed Lin Ergou to the ground, asking him to quiet down... Then, I was "kicked out."

In fact, the water in the pond is very calm, as if there is no life, and as if real life is not worthy of being exposed in broad daylight.

In short, Lin Ergou is "crazy" again... and I am almost the same.As people gathered in a circle outside the house and saw how a terminally ill man was saved by another terminally ill man, it became clear that this miracle had turned into a joke.

Wang Ziqiang didn't want to see me so sad and desperate, and he seemed to understand that I needed to calm down.I even regretted that I should not have been brought here to see the so-called "immortal".An atheist was finally slapped in the face by himself, unexpectedly!
The prince forcefully dragged me into his car. It seemed that he did not expect that there would be such a coincidence. There would be such a person who could tell people's fortunes. There would be such a person who was the same as the person seeking fortune. Counseling relationship.

I have lost interest in these questions, "Yandu Maharaja", Lin Ergou kept saying this name.As soon as I got into Wang Ziqiang's car, I started to fall asleep.

My body involuntarily fell into a deep sleep and dreamed. There were many people there, and they shouted his name heartbreakingly, "The Lord Yandu..." The man was covered with fire, and his body was filled with fire. People with different weapons...

In the unknown space, there is also laughter that smells of blood.Every time you hear a sentence, the blood in your body will solidify a little, and you will feel the approach of death...

"Nian Nian? Wake up quickly." Wang Ziqiang's car had already arrived downstairs. He was obviously frightened when he saw me in the nightmare, sweating profusely.

He asked me to go upstairs and sleep.Then my body became as soft as a ball of cotton. I could hear Wang Ziqiang's voice and the noisy voice in the dream.

My emotions changed as the story kept changing.Wang Ziqiang answered the phone in a panic, only to hear his impatient explanation, "I'll go home right away, I'll go back right away."

He hung up the phone in a hurry, and then hugged me with great pity, it seemed more like he was supporting me.

In fact, he used his own body to put me in his arms, hold my waist, and send me home. It felt like I drank a lot of wine and couldn't wake up.

I lay on the bed and had no strength to open my eyes. Prince Qiang gently covered me with a quilt and left my house at the urging of a phone call.

The voice on the phone, I knew, was Professor Wang, my savior, and also his extremely disappointing disciple, a student who gave up halfway and stopped studying.He wanted me to keep my promise and have nothing to do with his son.Yes, there is no connection anymore, we have different lives after all.

From early morning to dusk, I fell into a deep sleep like this, as if I was tied up in that dream and asked to watch the man opposite me being tortured.

"The Great Lord Yandu", who is this person, and what does he have to do with me?
From day to night, the ringtone of my cell phone did not affect my dream at all. I seemed to be in a nightmare, until a force pushed me out of my dream.

When I wake up, the first thing I do is turn on my phone. Well, there are 600 calls in total, all from the same person!He was probably mad and even worse than the prince.

I didn't have time to change my clothes, so I put on a thick coat over my pajamas and ran to the psychological clinic.

At this moment, my boss, Lao Zhuge, was drinking cheap big-leaf tea. He glanced at me and said slowly, "Don't worry, I'll get off work in 5 minutes."

There is a kind of sincerity in Old Zhuge, and every word he speaks reveals a deep "copper taste". As long as he can make money, he is happy.

To him, I was a "disaster".He could do nothing but grit his teeth. After all, I had saved his life.

I was still very sleepy and couldn't help but fall asleep in my usual consulting room. According to Old Zhuge's idea, I was a proper thief.

He was so angry that he had forgotten to be tolerant and generous to me. The whole company gathered around me and listened to the boss' meeting...

When everyone in the company was gone, I still didn't wake up.Old Zhuge's original worry turned into worry and worry. He probably thought that I was sick, and the illness was not serious.

Old Zhuge has never done any psychological counseling work. He does not believe in Marxism-Leninism, he believes in ghosts and gods.

He was very sure that I was possessed by something dirty. He was as sure as a famous doctor.He wanted to shake me awake, he couldn't let me go crazy.

"Nian Nian, tell me, have you been to somewhere you shouldn't have been recently?" Zhuge Wolong's old face was obviously born after the 80s, but it just happened to be a face born in the 60s, not even greasy. .

My heart was beating fast. This man was a stubborn person. If he decided on something, he had to explain the problem clearly.

My body can't wake up. Ten thousand grass and mud horses are floating in my heart. Let go. It doesn't matter whether you are Zhuge or Wolong, let me go first...

How could Lao Zhuge let go so easily? He even started to really worry that this was true, and his eyes were filled with tears. This phenomenon was completely different from when he scolded me 5 minutes ago.

As for the "dirty place", it is only this consultation room.Is there any place darker and dirtier than this?What the human mind pulls out is dark and smelly.

Lao Zhuge's business model is different from other psychological consulting companies.His bandit business model has always been to see how many people can be slaughtered.I am the only normal counselor.

Old Zhuge knew this well. What he wanted was not to cure diseases and save people. He wanted those who had no conscience to come to him to "repent" and atone for their sins. He was here to save them.

I call him "black eating black"!
But at this moment, Old Zhuge no longer thinks about money. He wants to "save me", which is even more powerful than the prince.

Let go quickly, I prayed 1 times...but I just couldn't wake up.

120 came soon. Old Zhuge's generosity really made me almost get up from the hospital bed and save some money for him, Grandet, but I seemed to be frozen in another world...