Chapter 53 Don’t cry, Daddy, Momo will coax you to sleep.
In the second month after Fuying left, He Cong discovered that he was mentally ill.
He began to experience frequent episodes of sleepwalking.
When Butler Chen first told him about this, He Cong didn't take it seriously and didn't want to take it seriously.
Until one day when he was sleepwalking, he took out a pistol from the safe and pointed it at his heart again.
That time he was awakened by the cub's crying.
He Cong did not tell anyone about this, nor could he tell anyone.
Yunqing Group is in its rising stage, and the He family's position as the leader has not yet been consolidated. He cannot and will not allow himself to have any problems at this time.
So, He Cong made a private appointment with Dr. Liang, and after asking Dr. Liang to keep it confidential, he began to receive long-term psychological treatment and regular medication.
Even so, He Cong still did not get better.
Until one day, Dr. Liang saw the Buddha amulet tied around his neck.
After learning that the Buddha amulet around his neck was given to him by his late wife, Dr. Liang gave him a new proposal.
Since then, He Cong would go to Changci Temple, where Fuying had taken him, to burn incense and worship Buddha every once in a while.
Not only that, later when He Zhimo's health improved a little, He Cong would take the child to Changci Temple during special times.
Perhaps it was a psychological effect, He Cong's originally depressed and irritable temperament did calm down a lot.
He Zhimo discovered that his father suffered from sleepwalking when he was almost one and a half years old.
Although He Zhimo was weak and sickly since birth, he became conscious earlier than most human children.
While other children were still sitting in their walkers expressing simple requests like "drink milk" and "hug", He Zhimo heard some words about "cultivating oneself" and "good for health" from the abbot of Changci Temple, and he naively believed that chanting scriptures and worshiping Buddha could make the body healthy and he no longer needed to take medicine.
Gradually, he learned to imitate his father's way of burning incense and worshiping Buddha in Changci Temple. His soft and white little hands began to coil a string of small Buddhist beads, and he began to recite scriptures in a slurred and baby voice, imitating his father.
That night, He Zhimo finished his milk obediently as usual and was carried back to his room by his father to sleep.
Except for rainy days, He Zhimo can now sleep in his own little bed. He closes his eyes, listens to his father's usual emotionless voice telling him a sleep story, and slowly falls asleep.
He Zhimo dreamed of his mother whom he had never met.
He Zhimo started dreaming about his mother when he was one year old. At that time, He Zhimo could hardly speak clearly. The first time he dreamed of his mother, it was a rainy night. The little guy cried and shouted "Mom, Mom, don't go" at the golden light in his dream...
After waking up, the little guy was already in He Cong's arms. At that time, He Cong's face was still silent and depressed, but his hands gently wiped the little guy's tears and asked He Zhimo softly, "Momo, did you dream about your mother?"
He Zhimo curled up his little finger and sobbed, looking up at He Cong with tears in his eyes, "Ba, ba, ba, mommy doesn't want it, doesn't want Momo?"
He Cong paused for a moment, then placed two photo frames in He Zhimo's small room and told him that the person in the photo was his mother.
Since then, every time He Zhimo dreamed of his mother, he would get up from his crib, put the photo on the bedside table into his bed, secretly wipe his tears and cry softly in front of the photo.
This time, He Zhimo dreamed again that his mother left him in a golden light. No matter how he cried and shouted, his mother did not turn around to look at him.
He Zhimo woke up with tears on his face. He raised his little hand to wipe his tears with a wronged look, then got up from the bed. He wanted to hold the photo in the quilt and cry as usual, but just as he got up from the bed, he heard some strange noises coming from outside the door.
He Zhimo climbed out of bed with tears in his eyes and a messy head, then carefully opened the door and went out.
The door of Dad's room was not closed tightly. He Zhimo stopped with unsteady steps and looked over in the direction of the sound.
At the terrace at the end of the corridor, Dad stood at the locked terrace door, his forehead lightly hitting the door frame, as if he was about to go out.
"Beep beep?"
He Zhimo called out, but his father remained expressionless and banged on the door as if he was deaf.
He Zhimo became inexplicably anxious, but the little guy's calf bones were not strong enough, and he accidentally fell to the ground in the corridor, crying out in pain.
He Cong was awakened by the cub's crying. He blinked slowly, walked back quickly, picked up He Zhimo from the ground, and took him back to the house to check.
He Cong rolled up the kid's trouser legs and looked down to check: "Momo, are you hurt anywhere?"
He Zhimo no longer felt any pain after a while. He raised his little hand to wipe away the tears from his eyes, shook his head and said in a baby voice, "It doesn't hurt at all."
The little fellow said this, and clumsily touched the tear marks at the corners of his father's eyes with his little hands, "Ba ba, Niye, don't cry, don't cry."
He Cong was stunned for a moment, and touched his eyes with his fingers. Only then did he realize that he had shed tears when he was sleepwalking.
He Cong naturally couldn't admit that he had cried in front of the child. He just lightly denied it and said it was because of the strong wind outside.
He carefully checked the cub's body and limbs to make sure that the little guy was not injured. Then he carried the little guy back to his room and put him on the bed. He tucked the quilt in for the little guy again and waited until He Zhimo fell asleep before he left.
However, He Zhimo saw his father sleepwalking several times afterwards.
There was even one time when Dad sat by his bed, took down the photo on the bedside table, looked at Mom's photo with an expressionless face, and cried quietly.
He Zhimo was shocked and at a loss at first, but later he got used to it.
When he was over two years old, He Zhimo had figured out the pattern, so at the end of every month, He Zhimo would sigh helplessly in a baby voice, roll up his little bedding consciously, and take it to his father's room.
He Cong was puzzled: "What do you mean?"
He Zhimo covered his bed with a small pillow. Upon hearing this, he turned around with a stern face and stretched out his little hand to pat his father's shoulder. His little face had a heavy but reliable expression: "Daddy, don't cry. Momo will coax you to sleep."
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However, the little guy's company is obviously effective.
When He Zhimo was three years old, He Cong finally stopped the three-year medication treatment, and the sleepwalking symptoms no longer occurred so frequently.
He Cong thought that he would remain calm and clear-headed, yet still miss her in the dark.
Until Shang Youqing appeared.
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