Psychiatry?

The freckled girl hesitated, "Not really."

"My friend couldn't accept the death of her best friend for a while. She was in a bad mood and didn't ask about that..."

"Changning, don't come over here!" Cheng You, who had just calmed down, started to make a fuss again. He shouted in one direction with a red face and thick neck. He shouted so heartbreakingly that his voice became hoarse.

The key point is that there was nothing in the direction she was heading.

Freckled girl: "...I think we can take her to a psychiatric department. She might have sustained brain damage from the car accident."

The doctor recommended a mental hospital, and the freckled girl took note. "Okay, thank you, doctor."

The doctor injected Cheng You with another tube of sedative. Cheng You was tired and fell asleep with her head resting on the pillow.

The freckled girl stayed for a while and then left.

She didn't come to see Cheng You until the next day.

There were many doctors and nurses in Cheng You's ward. The freckled girl rushed in and saw Cheng You holding a fruit knife, pointing at a fair-skinned nurse, and said nervously, "Changning, you're dead."

"The dead can't bother the living, do you understand?"

The nurse was terrified, her face paler than the wall. "Is she crazy? I can't understand a word she says."

"You're crazy. Everyone thinks you're a ghost." A doctor said helplessly.

"Send her to a mental hospital," said another doctor.

"She's been acting crazy for two days and has injured several of our nurses. This kind of person is too dangerous."

Several doctors got together and took the man under control and sent him to a mental hospital.

The freckled girl went to see Cheng You several times. Cheng You was sitting in the ward, and whenever he saw her, he would look at her with hatred.

"Changning, we are not best friends. I don't have a friend like you."

"Changning, you deserve to die. Why do you always come in first place while I can only rank behind you?"

"Changning, who the hell are you? Besides scaring me, what else can you do?"

The freckled girl was chased and slapped by Cheng You several times. She looked so horrible and perverted that some people would believe she was a murderer.

Over time, the freckled girl stopped looking at Cheng You.

This kind of lunatic should just sleep in a mental hospital and not go out to harm others.

In the film, the freckled girl went to see Cheng You for the last time. From Cheng You's perspective, Chang Ning was standing beside the freckled girl, covered in blood.

She said softly, "Youyou, we are best friends. Why did you leave me and live alone?"

As the sun set, Cheng You smashed everything in the room and said, "Get out! Get out! Don't show up in front of me again! Get out!"

The freckled girl fled in panic.

Changning smiled and said, "Youyou, come and accompany me."

Cheng You finally couldn't stand the long torture anymore, she laughed, "If I die, you will stop bothering me? Fine, I will die."

She banged her head against the wall, using all her might like a madman.

Under the brilliant afterglow of the setting sun, Changning smiled coldly, "I'll still bother Youyou even after I die."

The screen went dark.

Cheng You's ward looks brand new.

A long-haired boy pushed the door open indifferently.

Her appearance is cold and beautiful, her eyebrows are delicate and cold, and her peach blossom eyes show no sadness or joy, and no emotion at all.

The screen went dark again.

The young man leaned against the wall with his eyelashes drooping. His long snow-white hair was extremely charming, making him look like a goblin in the snow, charming and enchanting.

He has a thin waist and long legs, and a bright red mark on his wrist is eye-catching.

"Life is so boring."

He sighed softly, tilted his head back and closed his eyes.

Breathing gradually slowed down.

The film ends.

Shen Zhizhi pinched the soft flesh on Yan Yuan's waist and lifted his wrist. There was a not very obvious mark on his wrist, which was the mark of cutting the wrist.

"Baby, this is a documentary."

Yan Yuan had a complicated expression. He actually saw himself in the film, his former self.

Fortunately, the film didn’t show much of it, so his sister didn’t see the terrible look of his illness.

"Cutting your wrist hurts."

Shen Zhizhi kissed the scar delicately.

"It's been a long time." Yan Yu'an enjoyed the kiss and said nonchalantly, "It doesn't hurt."

Yan Yuan's wrist was slender. Shen Zhizhi kissed it for a while and then bit it twice, leaving a row of teeth marks on it, covering the scar.

"Why did the baby commit suicide?"

Yan Yuan nestled in Shen Zhizhi's arms, eyes half closed, "Because life is boring."

"Sister, I'm sick. I'll only cause trouble to others if I die."

When Yan Yu'an was alive, everyone coveted the money left to him by his family.

He was a gentle person, but they drove him crazy. He was not sick, but they fed him medicine and made him sick.

After he took revenge, he felt that the world was boring.

Living is tiring.

So he committed suicide by cutting his wrists.

Even after death, I felt uneasy and was pulled into a copy.

Repeating the daily routine of a mentally ill person.

He feels bored, sometimes he follows the rules, sometimes he gives up.

Day after day, year after year.

He didn't know what the meaning of such a life was.

He complained that he hated this small copy, this repetitive pattern, this repetitive life.

After watching the film, I realized that he was pulled into the copy and fell into the resentment of Cheng You and Chang Ning.

The magnetic fields collided, attracting the thing that created the copy, and he inexplicably became unspeakable.

Yan Yuan smelled the refreshing rose scent and suddenly felt that this copy was not so disgusting.

He was very grateful to Cheng You and Changning.

Without their hatred, he would not have entered this copy, let alone met such a good sister.

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