Chapter 120 Fu Hanchuan, is his medicine
In the eerie silence, Wen Yanyu finished the food in her bowl and handed the porcelain bowl back to the man.
Fu Zhiyan naturally reached out and took it.
Their fingertips touched unintentionally, and it felt like an electric current ran through them.
Fu Zhiyan's hand trembled slightly, and she almost dropped the bowl.
It was just a brief touch.
Wen Yanyu froze, his eyes suddenly narrowing. At the moment of contact, if it weren't for the touch of skin, he would have thought he had touched a block of dry ice, devoid of any human warmth.
It wasn't the usual chill caused by low temperatures or a cold constitution, but a lifeless kind of cold.
My heart suddenly raced, and an overwhelming sense of fear surged through my nerves.
It's like unknowingly walking into a morgue, and just smelling the stench of corpses without even knowing what they are, you'll instinctively feel horrified.
The fear etched into human DNA, the perception of danger, was awakened by this chill.
Wen Yanyu's fingertips trembled slightly, a wave of discomfort washed over her, and she couldn't help but look up to take another closer look at Fu Zhiyan.
Fu Zhiyan had already taken the bowl, turned around, and left the room, making sure to gently close the door behind her.
The door creaked shut.
The cold air was kept out.
The room returned to calm.
Only the heartbeat grew more and more intense.
They didn't notice anything amiss. Because it was nighttime and they were resting, the number of viewers in the live stream had decreased by more than half, with only sporadic chatter about what was happening outside.
[I'm dying of laughter! Sang's dad thought they were changing the recording location, but he brought a bunch of books, and now he's practically frozen stiff.]
[Although I don't mean to laugh, it's really funny, haha. Why bring so many books when you go out? One or two is fine, but so many?]
[Because I need to cultivate a certain persona (not really)]
Is it interesting to make malicious assumptions about people? Is it wrong to love reading? What kind of illiterate person is that?
[Um, he was the one who brought a bunch of books and had to borrow Lu Ge's clothes because he had no clothes to change into. Also, he was the one who stood by and gave orders on the first day when everyone was busy gathering firewood and tidying up the shelter, but he didn't do much work himself.]
[People don't know the production team is so cunning as to come to the mountains; they must have brought things they thought were necessary. Speechless. Are they just envious of someone having a good father and therefore nitpicking?]
Like gunpowder ignited by a spark, the comments section, which had quieted down due to time constraints, exploded again, with a group of people arguing incessantly.
Wen Yanyu hugged the plush puppy in her arms tightly, shrinking her whole body into the bed, as if leaving a large empty space for the man who might come in again at any time, or as if she was afraid.
Even the person who committed the act cannot distinguish between them.
Time slips away quietly.
The noise outside the door gradually faded away, and with the last birdsong, the campfire went out. Everyone returned to their own shelters, and the forest became eerily silent.
Wen Yanyu closed her eyes, trying to control her chaotic thoughts and fall asleep as soon as possible. After the darkness fell, all sorts of strange sensations kept appearing in her mind.
Mountains of corpses and seas of blood.
A living hell.
He suddenly remembered that he was so tired that he was almost asleep in the hospital consultation room.
What exactly did the doctor mean by what he said to Fu Hanchuan?
Treating psychological trauma is a protracted battle with no end in sight. No matter how much time has passed, how normal things seem, or even if the patient feels they have recovered.
But even if only one point is triggered, all the beauty will be shattered in an instant, and the patient will fall back into the pain of the past.
With just a touch, memories of the past, like flies drawn to the smell of decay, swarmed around his body, laying eggs.
Maggots, born from the pain of corrosion, slowly grow in the crevices of the bones, burrowing deeper and releasing a toxin called fear.
Even the slightest rustling sound in the darkness made my nerves tense uncontrollably; a chaotic buzzing echoed in my ears, and my breathing became disordered and heavy.
My whole body was trembling uncontrollably.
Half cold.
Half afraid.
Before he stopped taking the medication, he had never experienced this feeling again, nor had he experienced it while Fu Hanchuan was still by his side.
When Fu Hanchuan is around, anything that might trigger his sensitive nerves will be blurred and isolated by the man.
Until leaving the other person and returning to his familiar environment, the familiar place etched with death and despair.
He then realized that the gradual healing of physical injuries did not equate to the healing of unseen psychological trauma.
He did not get better.
I have never truly escaped that endless, damp pain.
He mistakenly believed that he was returning to normal.
However, it's because...
Fu Hanchuan is his cure.
It is a painkiller that, once taken, can never be stopped for those in pain; once stopped, it will immediately plunge them back into the abyss.
He can no longer live without Fu Hanchuan.
The door creaked open and then closed gently.
A faint light illuminated the darkness before us.
Footsteps approached, and the light in front of them was blocked by a huge black shadow.
In a small, dark space.
Wen Yanyu's eyelashes trembled slightly. Without looking up, she could still clearly see the man's figure.
Fu Zhiyan slowly walked to the bedside, and with a slight movement of her hand, the night camera and listening device left by the production team were gently turned off.
Wen Yanyu remained in the same position, tears still streaming down her face, but her back was so stiff that she could barely move.
It's not that I'm afraid of the person in front of me.
on the contrary.
The moment the man entered, his initial fear subsided considerably. A familiarity and intimacy ingrained in his soul made him instinctively want to get closer to him.
I can't quite describe that feeling.
It's like looking at a dead body, a body that's both strange and familiar, the body of a loved one, emerging from the soil, crawling out of the abyss.
A strange sense of disorientation.
The foggy brain after taking the medication, the constant drowsiness, the constant need to rush to complete data, and the close companionship of his loved one left him with no energy to think too much.
But everything stopped.
Back in familiar surroundings, my thoughts began to race again.
Thinking of the bottle of medicine that looked like a blood paste, the system that hadn't appeared in his consciousness space for a long time, the dry hair that looked like it had faded, the body that had never grown bigger, and the pain that made him groan when he was just touched lightly.
It feels more and more familiar.
He had his suspicions.
I dare not speak.
Until he saw Fu Zhiyan quietly sit down on the bed, look down at him, and carefully hand him a fluffy water bag filled with hot water.
"Bad dog..."
A hoarse, trembling voice rang out in the darkness. The sound wasn't loud, but it was very clear at this moment, making it impossible to ignore.
Fu Zhiyan froze instantly.
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