The years you healed

Chapter 5 CH 5

—One can never really understand another depressed person, never can...

For more than 20 days during the treatment period, in order for Wu Qi to establish a good communication with him, Jiao Chenxi would follow him almost whenever he was free. .

Every night when he returned to his room, he would also record Wu Qi's state changes that day, most of which were rough records, and only occasionally wrote some details in a day or two.

Today is the No.20 seven days since Jiao Chenxi came here.

Autumn came a little early this year, and the weather started to turn cold in August.

Just as Wu Qi came down from the stairs, he saw Jiao Chenxi running back from the yard, wet all over, holding a letter box made of cardboard in his hand.

"it's raining outside?"

"Yeah, it started suddenly. Fortunately, I ran fast, otherwise the paper must have been wet." Jiao Chenxi complained a few words while putting the paper letterbox on the table intact. .

Wu Qi followed and sat down at the table, looked up curiously, and pointed to the cardboard case that Jiao Chenxi 'guaranteed' to come back from the rain.

"what is this?"

Jiao Chenxi picked up the towel and wiped his hair, then turned around and took a look.

"Oh! Mailbox, I made it myself. Does it look good?"

Wu Qi frowned, and asked without answering, "What is it used for?"

"Good things are naturally useful."

Jiao Chenxi picked up the mailbox and patted the box.

"We write a letter of what we want to say to each other, and put it in this mailbox, just like writing a diary. You don't need to write a long story, just a sentence, and start today."

"I have to vote for one every day, but no one is allowed to open it for peeking. I don't want to read it, and neither do you. When you recover, we will open this mailbox together. How about it?"

Hearing this, Wu Qi seemed to think about it for a while, then nodded and agreed.

"it is good."

"Oh? Xiaoqi, are you in a good mood today!"

Jiao Chenxi's eyes lit up, amazed at Wu Qi's rare outburst.

Wu Qi nodded, with a smile on his lips, and said, "Because it will be September soon."

"You like September?"

Wu Qi hesitated for a moment, and said, "Rather than liking it, it's better to call it a habit!"

"When I was young, my mother passed away. At that time, my father and Auntie Du were not together. He was usually very busy with work, but he always set aside a week in September to stay at home and accompany him. looking at me. So the end of August is a good time for me."

Wu Qi raised the corner of his mouth, as if he was recalling the details of getting along with his father.

"I have continued this habit until now. Every year when September is approaching, my mood will improve unconsciously."

After hearing this, Jiao Chenxi was thoughtful and nodded understandingly on the surface, but there was always something wrong in his heart that he couldn't explain.

After lunch, Jiao Chenxi confirmed that Wu Qi had taken the medicine, and went upstairs to change his clothes.

It's been raining outside, and the whole city is gray.I don't know how long it took before the rain showed signs of stopping.

Jiao Chenxi was leisurely going downstairs with a glass in his hand, and happened to see Wu Qi's lonely back.

He sat quietly on the ground with his legs crossed, looking out at the sky through the French windows in front of him.

Jiao Chenxi pursed his lips, drank the remaining water in one go, and placed the glass on the marble table.

Slowly leaned over, sat beside him, and looked up out of the window like him.

As far as I could see, I could just see a solitary little sparrow sitting on a branch outside, looking around from time to time, or calling a few times.

But it always stayed on this bare branch and never flew away.

The two sat with their legs crossed like this for several hours.

At this moment, the sky was overcast as if it was wrapped in a thick gray cloth, so oppressive that people inside couldn't see the light and couldn't breathe.

It was Jiao Chenxi who opened the conversation first.

"Tell me, can this little sparrow also feel that it's going to rain again soon?"

"Yes." Wu Qi nodded, and said lightly, "But it won't fly away, it will just let its wings get wet by the rain, and finally die in this heavy rain."

Jiao Chenxi paused for a moment, then turned around and casually took a tube of popcorn on the table, handed it to Wu Qi and touched him lightly.

"Eat?"

Wu Qi also gradually got used to Jiao Chenxi's habit of "being willing to share, and everyone who sees has a share", he shook his head.

Snacks were placed within easy reach, they were originally prepared for Wu Qi, but who knew that the master didn't take a bite, all of them were eaten by Jiao Chenxi.

Jiao Chenxi threw a popcorn into his mouth, beat his numb right leg, temporarily changed to a more comfortable sitting position, and turned his gaze to the little sparrow outside the window.

"Then after the rain, the little sparrow's body was picked up by a kind-hearted man, and that kind-hearted man turned out to be an angel!"

Wu Qi raised his eyebrows slightly, and looked at Jiao Chenxi, who was full of voice and emotion, who was still engrossed in the story.

"The angel saw that the little sparrow had never done anything bad, so he found his soul and revived him, and drove away all the little devils who lived in the little sparrow's ear and bewitched him all day long."

"After the little sparrow was reborn, he was full of hope for the future. After many years, he grew up and was no longer the size of a fist. He met the angel who had saved him before, and the angel discovered that he was not a little sparrow. But a majestic sparrowhawk."

Wu Qi quietly listened to the story of the pirated version of "The Ugly Duckling", and couldn't help but cast a sideways glance at Jiao Chenxi.

Sighed: "A sparrow will always be a sparrow, it cannot fly to the sky, nor can it become a phoenix. He can't do anything."

Jiao Chenxi frowned, and casually replied, "Who said it can't do anything? Can't it fly?"

"But I can't, maybe I'm not even as good as a sparrow." Wu Qi said frustrated words in an extremely flat tone.

"Xiaoqi, I have to refute you now." Jiao Chenxi sat up straight, crossed his arms and looked at him seriously.

"You can't have both. You can't fly, but you can walk and run! Little sparrows can't, they all use jumping on the ground."

After thinking about it, he added: "Maybe this little sparrow envies you as much as you envy it!"

Wu Qi stared straight ahead, and said softly: "Really?"

As soon as the words fell, the sparrow on the branch suddenly spread its wings, uttered a cry, and then flew away over the eaves.

Jiao Chenxi: "It says 'yes'."

Wu Qi squinted at Jiao Chenxi: I created something out of nothing again...

"Hey, I guess I went to find a place to shelter from the rain." Jiao Chenxi laughed a few times, and stuffed a few pieces of marshmallows into his mouth.

"Is it tasty?"

Jiao Chenxi raised his head when he heard the words, Wu Qi turned his head back at some point, and was looking at him quietly with a faint smile on his mouth.

Jiao Chenxi nodded in response, handed him a piece, and Wu Qi shook his head.

"I just eat to fill my stomach, and I can't taste anything anyway," he said.

Affected by his depressed mood, Wu Qi didn't feel that any delicious food was delicious. Even Jiao Chenxi carelessly forgot to put salt in his lunch, he didn't taste anything wrong.

Jiao Chenxi remained silent, and stuffed it back into his mouth silently.

I looked around, trying to find something else to talk about.

"Speaking of which, your house is really big!" Jiao Chenxi smacked his lips appreciatively, then pointed to an empty wall next to the stairs.

"What is that? Is it really just a wall?"

That wall looks like an ordinary load-bearing wall, but the strange thing is that its footprint is so large that it can roughly look as big as a room.

"I noticed it a few days ago, and I've been wanting to ask you before. It seems that there is a space inside, but there is no door to get in."

As Jiao Chenxi spoke, he became puzzled again.He once tried to push the wall, but found that he couldn't push it at all.

"There is a door, but it is controlled by a switch." Wu Qi laughed, got up and walked to the stairs.

Jiao Chenxi felt it was miraculous, so he got up curiously and followed, wanting to see what the structure was.

Seeing Wu Qi squatting down in front of the third guardrail under the handrail, his fingers slid along the railing to the bottom.

Jiao Chenxi took a closer look, and it turned out that there was a small slide switch here.

With a slight push in the direction, the casing slid open like a sliding lighter, revealing a switch.

So while Jiao Chenxi was stunned, the wall slowly rotated 90 degrees, revealing the space inside.

"No wonder I can't open it no matter what!" Jiao Chenxi clapped his hands and sighed: "It's poverty that restricts my imagination, father of the gold master, I also want this kind of 'money' ability."

Wu Qi smiled faintly: "This is the secret base my father built for me when I was a child, so the switch is installed at such a low place."

Jiao Chenxi was astonished: "It was there when I was young??"

"Well, I'm using it as a study now." Wu Qi tilted his head slightly: "Come in and have a look?"

"it is good."

Following Wu Qi into the house, he found that there was a switch on the wall of the house, and when he pressed the wall, it returned to its original state.

"Wow--"

Looking around, Jiao Chenxi saw that the two walls of the house were bookshelves built into the walls, one of which faced the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the other faced the wall that came in.

"Oh! There is actually a piano here?!"

As if seeing something rare, Jiao Chenxi went over happily, and gently stroked the white grand piano with his hands.

Wu Qi asked: "Do you know how to play?"

When Jiao Chenxi heard this, he calmed down and cleared his throat solemnly.

"I'm not talented. I won the first prize in the piano competition in S City Middle School. I was nicknamed 'Little Piano Prince'."

It was not the first time Wu Qi saw Jiao Chenxi's stinky fart, and every time he would smile lightly.

"What do you want to hear?"

With that said, Jiao Chenxi had already sat down and was about to play a song.

Wu Qi said: "Then let's listen to the piece you showed your edge in the piano competition."

"it is good!"

Jiao Chenxi smiled and put his hands on the keys.

As the first piano sound came out, Jiao Chenxi slowly closed his eyes. This piece of music was his favorite, and the score had already been memorized by heart.

The tune is melodious and melodious, Wu Qi closed his eyes as if he was in the sea, immersed in such beauty for a long time and refused to leave, as if the stones piled up in his heart disappeared in a moment.

It is said that a serious man is the most attractive, Wu Qi narrowed his eyes lightly and looked down at Jiao Chenxi's back, with his slender fingers twirling on the piano keys.

Just watching and listening for such a long time, I don't know which is the first to be fascinated by the ears or the eyes.

The author has something to say: Because it is the first article, the style of writing is not particularly sloppy, but occasionally a little funny.But the author will start flying in the next pit! (The protagonist of the next pit will appear later or in a side story)

Tap on the blackboard to draw the key points: This article is a short article, so don’t be too serious about some medical academic knowledge points (yes, there is no causal relationship between the two before and after, and I insisted on putting together a sentence.

how! [dog head])