Dad, please let me push alone!

It looked very much like golden tulips crushed in a porcelain bowl, and the corresponding flower language happened to be her nightmare for many years.

——Desperate love.

Chu Yuanqing's shining brought redemption.

But this redemption itself has instead become an inducement for the outbreak of the disease.

At this moment, fragments of childhood, like film reels, began to flash back in the depths of consciousness.

Mother put down the fairy tale book she had just finished reading, her expression was gentle, she looked at the sleepy little girl on the bed, she was as cute as a porcelain doll, she slowly smoothed the broken hair on her forehead with her fingers, and said softly:

"Liuli, do you know?"

"Real colored glaze needs to go through more than 20 processes of material selection, batching, crushing, washing, mud refining, molding, and even more than [-] processes before it can be fired. It is called a work of art."

"Mom loves you, loves you very much, so... you will also meet your mother's expectations, right?"

Memories followed.

Tang Liuli's childhood was relatively warm and normal. Even if she officially stepped into the showbiz at the age of 6, it was quite difficult in the eyes of outsiders, but at least her family could be called a model.

Tang Liuli's mother was born in Daxia. After graduating from university, she traveled abroad and became a well-known sculptor in the industry. Her father is from Gloria. Although he is down-and-out, he is handsome and talented. He is an aspiring painter.

Both of them like to travel around the world to collect materials and accumulate inspiration for their respective industries. They happened to meet and fall in love in a foreign town not far from an active volcano.

Her mother is very good to her, and her father is pretty normal.

It's just that since Tang Liuli was ten years old, her talent has frequently taken on dramas for several years, and her empathy threshold has been greatly raised. After that, her spirituality has gradually dimmed. The atmosphere of the family, the attitude of her parents, and the eyes of the crew have all undergone subtle changes. change.

Although in the eyes of the outside world, Tang Liuli is a veritable genius child star.

However, due to the lack of tempering and acting skills, her only support is talent and spirituality. If she does not use her talent to empathize and pry open the door of [Flow], the effect presented will plummet.

In other words, the state is good and jet lagged, and the progress of filming in the crew has slowed down a lot, and sometimes it is even difficult to meet the director's requirements.

In the mother's eyes, this seems to mean that there is a problem in the polishing process, and she needs to intervene to correct the error.

It was okay at first, just be patient and teach.

Then it escalated to cold violence, verbal accusations, mad whispers, and exaggerated body movements.

In the end, she even personally played the supporting role in the movie script she received, and implemented it in her life, passively letting Tang Liuli enter the experiential interpretation scene.

What is horrifying and frightening is that her acting skills are so exquisite that she can be called a living being who stepped out of the script. She squeezes Tang Liuli's living space to the extreme, and is forced to hone herself in the drama almost every second except for sleeping time. self.

If you resist or make too many mistakes, you will receive a disappointed and cold look from your mother and the punishment of fasting.

"Why can't you even do that?"

"Liuli, mom obviously loves you very much?"

"It's strange, it shouldn't be like this, what is the problem?"

"No, you have to be recorded in film history, you have to shock the world, you have to shine in the world, otherwise... otherwise, aren't you a failure?"

——Failure.

Tang Liuli will never forget the look on her mother's face when she said these words.

The woman's brows and eyes are so indifferent, and there is a biting coldness like ice picks in the eyes, and the words are so light that they are like talking in a dream, and they are taken for granted, piercing deep into the chest like a needle.

Since then, every time I take a breath, my heart will feel a tight pain.

But such a nightmare lasted for several months, but it came to an abrupt end without any warning on the eve of Tang Liuli's mental decline and near collapse.

The mother turned back to the original mother again, she got out of the dazed state, felt guilty and sad, hugged Tang Liuli and cried loudly, repenting and apologizing.

Then, as compensation, my mother turned down a movie script for her for the first time, and took the whole family on a trip around the world.

That was the happiest time in a girl's life.

There is no need to take exams and study, no need to worry about disappointing your parents, no need to work hard on the set, and no need to force yourself to use your talents to connect those complicated emotions.

Tang Liuli can act like a child, can relax and indulge in the joy of traveling, can abandon the fake life in movies and TV dramas, and be herself seriously.

Such a carefree, cleansed life seems to have no end.

Her mother took her to all the places she had traveled before, including wild volcanoes on the moon's surface, the heart of the earth with blue flames, and Salzburg where Croatian rhapsody was played on the streets...

This behavior seemed to be leading his daughter to recount his own life trajectory.

On the 47th day of the trip, Tang Liuli came to Burangdi.

There are medieval-like villages, vast vineyards, and green hills dotted with mustard fields. She will spend her 11th birthday in an old castle on the side.

Subsequent memories gradually became stuck.

It was self-protection in the subconscious, and only the flashback scenes of extremely fast switching were reserved.

The golden fields in the sunset, the birthday cake decorated with candles, the dirty drawing room full of paint, the sad and expectant gaze of the father...

Then, it was Tang Liuli's mother who had long since settled her suspicions.

She is like the protagonist in a play by Carmel Watts, climbing to the top of the castle with a ladder on the highest platform, as if crowned the sun king in the sunset, and crazy like Odin in Nordic mythology, performing Like countless times, he hung himself upside down on the steeple.

At dusk, the castle seemed to be burning.

The fashionable and young Tang Liuli had not yet understood the current situation, and her excited father kept urging her to imitate her current mother.

The talent of empathy was forced to turn on, and the threshold reached its peak almost in an instant, instantly entering the [flow] state.

The woman's terrifying obsession became the firewood of the ideal vortex, burning crazily in the bleak sunset, making the intervention force of [Heart Flow] continue to climb one step after another.

In the end, her longing, her love, her madness, and her prayers all came against the current, embracing Tang Liuli's soul, and wanted to turn into a stamp of thought in the depths of her consciousness to complete the final stage of "artwork"... …

Memories come to an abrupt end.

Or rather, interrupted by strong resistance.

Tang Liuli took a step back and leaned against the brown door. Her delicate body slid down and sat on the ground as if she was almost out of strength.

The girl's soft hair was scattered, her emerald green pupils overflowed with crystals, and tears fell like broken threads. She pursed her lips stubbornly and sadly. She angrily smashed her hands on the tiles, so hard that she directly knocked blood marks:

"No, I don't want to, I don't want to be you."

"I won't inherit that damn schizophrenia! I won't become a rotten person like Dad!"

After that, she hugged her head in fear and curled up again, as if talking to herself in a dream:

"I'm not a lunatic, I'm not a failure, I'm not a prop to complete your art, someone will love me, I will have a lot of people like me, I...I..."

Tang Liuli's voice was drowned by the whimpers and sobs of a small animal. She hugged herself hard, as if she had never been hugged before. Her fingers clenched the fabric tightly. She looked so lonely, as if she was curled up in the darkness. Kitten on the street corner.

Chu Yuanqing was at a loss and looked confused, but he immediately realized the problem. In addition to self-blame and guilt, he fell into anxiety.

Tang Liuli has mental and psychological illnesses. The scene he caused must have triggered the PTSD buried deep in his mind.

"What should I do?"

Chu Yuanqing squatted next to Tang Liuli. She touched the child's head, but found that the child didn't respond at all, as if completely immersed in her own world, and even... entered [heart flow].

In this state, the mental instability and the dangerous emotions that are close to collapse are all strengthened by the increase in infectiousness, surrounding the entire bathroom, revealing the gloom of black clouds.

Chu Yuanqing coughed and her lips were red. She hugged the girl who was curled up into a ball. She patted the girl's back with her palms like she was stroking a small animal. She pursed her lips worriedly and said:

"The ability of Liuli [flow] is to imitate and immerse. If you continue like this, you will only enter an unbreakable cycle."

"I have to find a way to do something and give positive stimulation to break this vicious circle and restore her mental stability."

And the fact is exactly the same, when the immersive retrospective of that nightmare is in front of you, the passively activated [heart flow] is imitating the other party uncontrollably, making the imprint left by that woman, like a tarsal maggot, continue to recover , becoming more and more distinct.

Chu Yuanqing had accidentally opened the Pandora's Box in Tang Liuli's consciousness. Even if she didn't know the inside story, she could deduce a similar result through rich experience and keen intuition.

So for a moment, her heart was filled with a heavy sense of guilt.

How to do?What kind of behavior is a positive stimulus in Liuli's heart?

Chu Yuanqing thought carefully, judging from Liuli's self-talk just now, and the change of attitude she had seen several times for the first time.

Tang Liuli's mother should be a very complicated person who she loves and hates, and there is a high probability that it is the culprit that directly caused the child's psychological shadow.

And as the saying goes, the one who unties the bell needs the one who tied it.

If Liuli's shadow is caused by wrong and deformed maternal love, then giving correct and warm maternal love can remove it?

Chu Yuanqing was extremely distressed. She didn't feel that she had a mother's love to share, so she could only try to comfort the child by hugging her to ease the other's psychological anxiety. At the same time, she coughed up blood and stumbled about bedtime stories.

This time, she chose "Jing Guan Ji", which she didn't read to the other party last time.

The girl deliberately lowered the decibels, her voice was so soft that it was addicting, like a soothing nocturne on a rainy night, the lantern pendant was dyed with a few strands of pure white as her mood changed, amplifying the [sacred] and [inclusiveness] of her personal charm ] characteristics.

For a moment, the room became quiet with whispers, and the cries of the child in her arms gradually became shallower. It seemed as if there were warm waves all around, and her voice soothed all living things like the gentle light of heaven.

Tang Liuli's consciousness is in a pitch-black cocoon, every line of the bedtime story is like beams of light penetrating through, allowing her to gradually regain her sanity and actively cut off the [heart flow].

But after re-experiencing the shadow of childhood, there were too many negative emotions remaining in my heart, and Chu Yuanqing's gentle treatment gave me a chance to vent my emotions.

The more Tang Liuli thought about it, the more sad she became. The sourness and grievance in her heart crushed her strength like a tsunami. Tears gushed out like a spring. She hugged Chu Yuanqing's waist, rubbed her face against her full bosom, and cried extremely Loud.

Chu Yuanqing was flustered and flustered, at a loss, and was terrified for a while, not to mention that she is not very good at watching girls cry, the current extremely abstract situation alone is worth fearing!

Just imagine it a little bit.

If someone was attracted into the bathroom after hearing this, and the first reaction when they saw this picture, there was a high probability that Tang Liuli would be crying with grief while hugging herself who was coughing up blood until she was on the verge of death.

In short, the final result was either to call 110 and tell the police uncle that the murder scene was found, or to call 120 to have an ambulance come over.

If you withdraw from the competition in this way, you can withdraw from the competition, but if you withdraw due to personal reasons or concealing your illness, the program team will not reimburse you for compensation.

Moreover, she has not stayed in the program group for two weeks, even if she settles a month's salary, it is not enough, okay?

No, Liuli must be calmed down immediately, and the child must be coaxed immediately!

Chu Yuanqing was not willing to hurt this unfortunate and pitiful socially fearful sister. With a small face, she pressed the opponent's shoulders seriously and asked Tang Liuli to move his head away from his chest.

Then,

The girl gently held Tang Liuli's lovely face full of grievances in both hands, and while wiping away the tears from the corners of her eyes, she gently comforted her:

"Don't cry, okay?"

"Believe me, you won't become a person like your mother, because Liuli has been restraining and working hard, and has been suffering because of it, hasn't she?"

"You are a gentle and kind child. You will definitely become a good person. Even if you are not an actor or an idol, you can still bring happiness to everyone."

"There are people who love you, and there are many people who like you."

"Because Liuli has a lot of fans, doesn't he? I saw it on the performance stage. Those fans were holding lights and cheering for you, right?"

"After six years, they are still willing to come for you, isn't that enough to prove that you deserve to be liked?"

"I believe, just like I like the magical girl Darlene you played, many people like your role, and many people have drawn strength from it, and even been healed and unlocked."

"So, stop being self-doubtful, stop being self-loathing, stop being so hard on yourself."

"You were better than many adults when you were 11 years old. You are very good. It doesn't matter if you waste a little more time. It doesn't matter if you are a little more willful. It doesn't matter if you live a little more for yourself."

The words finished and the crying gradually stopped.

Chu Yuanqing's words were so sure that they should be taken for granted. In his trance, they overlapped with his mother who said the word "failure" to him in his memory.

It's amazing, it's obvious that it should be taken for granted, the former buried the heart in ice needles, but the latter hung above the soul like the sun, crushing the shadows that could not be let go for many years, and burning away the long-standing negative emotions.

So gentle, such a gentle person, she has only met Qing Bao.

Tang Liuli's sluggish thoughts continued, and she suddenly realized what was wrong, and looked at the girl whose face was blurred in tears and was still coughing up blood, and as the tears fell from her eyes, the other person's appearance became clear in the arc light.

This person with white hair and golden eyes, shining like an angel, and full of a sense of brokenness, looked up and smiled as if to comfort him. The dark red on his lips was sad and beautiful, and the face was so familiar yet so familiar that it touched the heart. The appearance is none other than... Chu Yuanqing.

Woohoo, isn't this Qing Bao? !

Tang Liuli wrinkled her nose, and the moles at the corners of her eyes were red, she looked quite lustful, she almost cried again with a wow, immediately hugged Chu Yuanqing, sobbed reluctantly and said:

"I'm sorry, dear, obviously... you are coughing up blood until you are about to die, but you still... wu wu wu... bother to comfort me. I am so useless. I really deserve to die. I am the sinner of the world."

Chu Yuanqing was confused by this reflex arc, then stroked her slightly clumsy head, and explained solemnly:

"Don't cry, it's fake, think about it with your brain, who can talk to you normally after vomiting so much blood?"

Tang Liuli's crying stopped. She blinked, looked around confusedly, sniffed again, and sniffed the smell around her. She found that there was indeed no smell of blood, but more of a rich and elegant fragrance of flowers. After a closer look, The blood on the ground seemed to have fluorescent powder added to it, making it glow slightly.

"Then what's going on here?"

Chu Yuanqing suppressed her guilt, her small face was serious, and she decided to take advantage of the victory to pursue her. She fooled the opponent once, then blinked, then lifted a few strands of hair with her fingertips, and said softly:

"Didn't you see my look? Golden contact lenses, white wig."

"There was a makeup artist who said that I am more suitable for this look and that it might be used in the music video of the performance theme song as an Easter egg for the audience, so she gave it a try for me."