Chapter 72 betray

Sea View Villa.

Xun Zhen watched the paintings one by one and recovered his mind, only to realize that Ming Chi was watching the video.

The background of the video seems to use a particularly nice guitar song. Just listening to it makes people feel good, and even the air seems to be lively.

Xun Zhen had never heard of it and was a little curious: “Did you write it before?”

Ming Chi smiled and nodded lightly.

He saved the video download of the stickman in a separate folder, put his phone aside, put his hands back on his lap and sat down.

“Okay, no need to be so formal.” Xun Zhen said dumbly, “It’s just a simple return visit.”

After Mingchi’s surgery, Xun Zhen didn’t actually meet him officially a few times.

There are doctors and nurses for treatment and rehabilitation, and of course the family members of patients who accompany patients to recuperate. The team made little effort in psychological counseling, the patient’s condition was stable, and there was no need for the dean to come forward.

Mingchi doesn’t remember the past, and of course he will be stranger than before. Xun Zhen had already prepared for this, briefly explained his purpose, and put the new review results on the table.

“The range is smaller, you can run anywhere without hurting your legs.” Xun Zhen reminded, “If you go far, you’d better bring a cane.”

Mingchi’s eyes lit up, thanked him, raised his hand and took it over, carefully flipping through the pages.

Xun Zhen sat on the sofa, took a sip of coffee, and looked at the young man in front of him.

Even from the perspective of the hospital director, I have to admit that the family members did take good care of them.

Ming Chi’s body had been damaged too badly, and of course it was impossible for him to recover to a level comparable to that of a normal person in just one month.

But sitting in a sunny room like this, Ming Chi was sitting opposite him, even if he was wearing a simple shirt and trousers, his complexion and demeanor were no longer like a patient.

Xun Zhen waited for him to read the results of the re-examination, and asked guessingly, “Have you started to read the letters you left before the operation?”

Mingchi put down the paper in his hand, slightly bent his eyes, and nodded: “Yes.”

“There’s a debate in the team about it. Some people don’t think you need to watch this, some people think it’s better to watch it.”

Xun Zhen said: “I prefer the latter. You don’t have to go back to the past life at all, but you have to live.”

After leaving Wanghai Villa, Mingchi will meet someone who can recognize him sooner or later.

Instead of waiting for the time to be unprepared and being pulled into the past that happened in the past, it is better to be prepared and see what you have left to remember before the operation.

“Ordinary patients don’t have to worry so much.”

Xun Zhen sighed: “Whoever calls this patient so handsome will be recognized wherever he goes.”

Mingchi obviously didn’t remember that Dean Xun would also joke, and he looked apologetic when he heard the first half of the sentence. Just as he was about to speak, Xun Zhen raised his head in surprise when he heard the second half of his sentence.

He wasn’t quite used to this kind of straightforward compliment, his ears were slightly red, and he thanked him warmly.

Xun Zhen also stopped, smiled and waved his hand: “Okay, let’s get to know each other again.”

“My name is Xun Zhen. I’m the director of your hospital for this surgery, and I’m also in your medical team.”

Xun Zhen said, “I’m here this time—”

He suddenly stopped talking and looked at Ming Chi’s expression: “Are you guessing?”

Ming Chi nodded slightly.

Xun Zhen was intrigued: “Tell me about it.”

Based on what he knew about the patient in front of him, even if the other party left a letter before the operation, he would not go into all the details to this extent to explain each person’s identity and relationship in detail – and there was no such sufficient time at all.

Rest and sleep before surgery are very important, and frequent headaches and dizziness will consume a lot of energy. Coupled with the side effects of medication and taking turns to check his body, there is actually very little time for writing letters.

“What am I here for?” Xun Zhen asked, “What is my relationship with you?”

“Come and check my mental state.” Mingchi said, “So I have to look at those paintings. The use of colors and the layout of the pictures can all reflect my state of mind to a certain extent.”

Mingchi paused and added: “The soundtrack of the video just now, you said that I ‘written it before’, which shows that my state is actually different from a few years ago, and it is not difficult to distinguish.”

Xun Zhen put down the coffee cup. He sat up straight and leaned forward slightly: “What else?”

Ming Chi thought for a while: “So it’s a good guess that you were also responsible for my psychological counseling before. Before the operation, we should have talked a lot, and you have helped me a lot.”

“There is one place that is not quite accurate.” Xun Zhen corrected with a smile, “I was completely useless.”

Mingchi also smiled, he shook his head gently, and showed that kind of gentle stubbornness: “You helped me a lot.”

Xun Zhen looked at the young man in front of him, his expression softened, and he stopped chatting with him in circles, and directly took out the psychological evaluation scale: “Look and write, and fill in the real answer.”

“I heard that you want to read the previous letter, and Mr. Ming is not here. My team is a little worried, so I’ll take a look.”

Xun Zhen handed over the pieces of paper: “Now it seems that this worry is undoubtedly quite unnecessary.”

Ming Chi took the meter, still with the same expression just now, shook his head and thanked him earnestly.

Mingchi has been practicing pen control these days, and his right hand has been used quite smoothly, as long as he doesn’t use too much force or too long, there will be no problem.

Xun Zhen watched him fill out the form for a while, and then he remembered the few episodes of documentaries he casually clicked on on the way here.

Because I have a good personal relationship with Director Gong, during this time many of them were asked for help by the crew. Xun Zhen is also watching each episode with the weekly update, as if it started many years ago, and re-acquainted with the young man in front of him once again.

The identity of the protagonist is already clear. Although the crew still abides by the guidelines of the documentary and does not give a clear response, the audience actually knows it well.

The timeline of the story opens, in fact, is the day when the “flame” in Mrs. Ren’s mouth was turned into Luo Zhi by those people.

With Dean Xun’s professional instinct, halfway through the content of the previous episode, he subconsciously wanted to intervene to provide assistance.

After Mrs. Ren passed away, Luo Zhi’s state should not be left alone.

A thirteen-year-old child who has lost his only relative, no matter how calm and calm he behaves, how can he be fine.

But the Luo family was still the same, and the Ren family was also dissatisfied with him because of the quarrel about the cemetery.

After that, Luo Zhi lived in Wanghai Villa on and off for two years. As long as his family came on vacation, he would go to the hut or the car, and if there were a lot of people, he would quietly go out and find a hotel to live in.

He actually remembered Aunt Ren’s words very well. I concentrate on practicing the guitar every day, lock myself in my room to hone my drawing skills, and make snacks when I am tired. Aunt Ren won’t come back to eat the dim sum he made, so he keeps the bad ones for himself…

Xun Zhen skipped a paragraph here.

He really didn’t want to match the extra people here, so he temporarily stopped his memory and looked at the scale Mingchi was filling out: “Do you still wake up at night?”

“Sometimes, but not much.” Mingchi stopped and thought about it, “I can dream.”

Xun Zhen asked, “Do you have a lot of dreams?”

Mingchi nodded and smiled softly: “Most of them are good dreams.”

This is also a normal situation in craniocerebral surgery. In addition, Mingchi has lost too many memories, and it is inevitable to think about the places that are blank and stuck, so it often leads to those memories that were repeatedly described before the operation.

…

But this feeling is not bad at all.

Because waking up from a dream, reality is better than a dream.

He was lying on the bed, and Mr. Shadow was lying beside him, and he could touch it as soon as he raised his hand.

“It’s so good.” Xun Zhen looked at him, and he could probably guess what he didn’t say, “Wake up three times a night?”

“Yes.” Mingchi’s ears were hotter than before, but he still didn’t evade the question, and nodded more seriously, “I am very willing.”

Xun Zhen smiled: “Then you can’t always wake up. I’ll ask them to adjust your medicine… Well, it’s the doctor’s job.”

He didn’t let Mingchi thank him any more, he just motioned for the other party to continue filling out the form without disturbing him. He took out his mobile phone and sent a few messages.

During the recovery period after the operation, the patient needs to take drugs for nourishing nerves. If necessary, sleep aids can also be added to ensure that both body and mind can get adequate rest.

Xun Zhen and the team confirmed the adjustment of the medication, and crossed out several of the names of the medicines sent from the opposite side, briefly explaining the reasons.

The patient’s insomnia symptoms are not a matter of a day or two. He has long since gone to the hospital and prescribed his own medicine. Some of the medicines have already been eaten by him and have no effect, so he can no longer use them indiscriminately.

After Luo Zhi completely left Wanghai, he began to fall asleep.

He was not yet an adult, so he couldn’t drive around, so he went to school according to Aunt Ren’s instructions.

The school was worried that he would hurt others, and even he was worried about this, so it was not convenient for him to go to school normally in the past few years. But Aunt Ren has always hired a tutor for him, and the study at home has never been free for him to look at.

Luo Zhi has a solid foundation in art. Later, he chose a local art academy that was not too famous, but with loose management and a good scenery and artistic atmosphere.

In the past three years, apart from Luo Cheng, almost no one has seen him.

Xun Zhen also saw this, and realized that the words that Luo Cheng refuted in a hurry at that time were not fake.

Luo Zhi has really been trying to take good care of Luo Cheng.

On the day Xun Zhen went to “treat” Mother Luo, Luo Chengxiu forced the housekeeper to say what Luo Zhi had said, and later asked the housekeeper to come to the hospital and explain every sentence clearly.

Later, Luo Chengxiu also fell ill, and the person quickly aged, and he no longer had the high-spirited spirit of the Luo family head.

The sign of aging seems to be easy to fall into the past, no one knows whether he will feel annoyed at those times, or what other feelings… but he starts to repeat more and more frequently, over and over again about the original things, a few The nurses have already heard it and memorized it.

After Luo Chengxiu fell ill, it was difficult for him to live on his own. Coupled with the successive blows, the whole person quickly collapsed. Although his thinking ability is still normal, the Luo family has nothing to do with his brain.

Jian Huaiyi was imprisoned, and Luo Jun stopped coming to see him. As soon as Mother Luo went out, she suspected that someone was scolding her. She could only rely on her husband to live. Every day, she cried and repented beside her husband’s bed. He didn’t even have the strength to get angry.

Luo Chengxiu didn’t have the strength to get angry. He was helped up by the carer and leaned back in his wheelchair, muttering and repeating in a low voice over and over to anyone he could find.

Luo Chengxiu didn’t listen at that time, he couldn’t even remember Luo Zhi’s tone, he could only recall what the housekeeper had repeated.

Luo Zhi said that Luo Cheng had the same temper as her mother, so don’t put them together.

Luo Zhi said that Jian Huaiyi would talk to her mother and Luo Cheng, and they would really believe it.

Luo Zhi said that Jian Huaiyi would teach bad Luo Cheng.

Luo Cheng likes to listen to nice things, and is easily shaken by coaxing. As long as it is someone who pleases her, what she does is right in her eyes.

Even if Jian Huaiyi really plotted against her and did something excessive to her, as long as she said something nice and coaxed her sister, and bought some gifts, the previous things could be turned over.

…

Luo Zhi had stopped trying to explain the past at that time. He didn’t want to be involved in those endless quarrels anymore, and he didn’t want to let the person whom he called “mother” be ill, shouting and scolding everything, even scolding Aunt Ren.

During those few years, Luo Zhi would still go back to Luo’s house, but only to take care of Luo Cheng. After all, Luo Cheng was thrown away when he was a child. After he came back, he was spoiled. He was the one who corrected the mistakes. He would end the trouble and lead Luo Cheng to apologize.

“He can teach Luo Cheng well.” When Xun Zhen went to check the situation, Luo Chengxiu stopped him and kept asking, “Why can’t even he teach Luo Cheng?”

Xun Zhen really didn’t know what to say, so he waved his hand and told people to push the Luo family back to rest.

…If Luo Cheng had been taught to Luo Zhi from the beginning, if Luo Zhi had been leading Luo Cheng all the time, there might have been some changes, but this was just an assumption.

This assumption never happened.

The ten-year-old Luo Chi was beaten to the point of being inactive. He was thrown into a firewood stack and comatose for three days. He was carried back by the female college student who was also the victim and fed him little by little, barely saving his life.

Years later, when Luo Cheng found out about these things, her first reaction was to blame Luo Zhi, thinking that Luo Zhi almost caused her to fall into the kind of situation in the documentary.

No matter what happened, Luo Cheng’s reaction every time was to blame Luo Zhi.

Xun Zhen had always wondered, where did Luo Cheng’s hostility towards Luo Zhi come from, and why he clearly knew that the second brother would definitely protect and take care of her, and followed his family to resist and dislike Luo Zhi – until after watching the documentary, it became clear that, like Luo Zhi How could this teaching method not let Luo Cheng resist him.

All Luo Zhi’s impressions of his elders came from Mrs. Ren, so he also taught his younger sister this way.

He will never condone Luo Cheng unconditionally, and he will not agree to what he thinks is wrong. He squatted down and reasoned with Luo Cheng bit by bit, not allowing Luo Cheng to hurt others.

Luo Cheng just made a mistake, and he actually took his sister to apologize to others.

…

Xun Zhen was stunned by this thought, shook his head, and sighed softly.

Before he came, he had heard that Luo Cheng was confronting Luo Jun in the villa where the Luo family was to be taken away.

The housekeeper tremblingly went to the hospital to find Luo Chengxiu, and said with a sad face that Luo Cheng hid by his second brother’s bed and didn’t follow him. He almost fainted from crying, but he was still forcibly taken away by Luo Jun from the house that was no longer theirs. mortgaged to the bank.

Luo Cheng will appear in the Luo family because the crew has finished filming. She played the corresponding role as the B role, but her shots did not appear in any feature films.

The role she plays is really unqualified, and Director Gong strives for perfection and will not incorporate this level of performance into his own work.

…

Luo Cheng didn’t seem to realize that until now, in fact, she has always had a chance.

Even in reckoning, she always had a chance.

Gong Hanrou didn’t kick her out of the crew. Fang Hang and the others intercepted Jian Huaiyi’s arrangement and did not destroy her. When Xun Zhen went there that day, her original intention was to make her sober and not cause trouble to the crew.

At any time, as long as she thinks clearly about what she is doing and what she has done, as long as she really realizes that she has done too much, as long as she no longer complains about the second brother not coming to save her this time, Instead, she really gave birth to any real guilt and remorse for her second brother – even a little was enough.

The people at Huaisheng Entertainment did not try to force her into a corner.

They didn’t ask her to read the comments about her second brother just to punish and retaliate her, so that she could see what kind of person her second brother was.

Eighteen-year-old Luo Zhi’s original plan was to drive a car to travel, to collect wind and to become a singer and painter who can support himself while wandering.

The Ren family held Mrs. Ren’s tomb, so he was chained there.

After all, he was worried about this sister, and wanted to try again, and try to find a way to get this sister back from the family.

Just like when Mrs. Ren was already very angry and very annoyed, she still went to the Locke’s house to knock on the door, and finally explained things clearly with the friend who grew up with her, and wanted to let the other party get rid of the lies and illusions she had woven for her. Wake up.

Why Mrs. Ren didn’t have laws to persuade Mother Luo, and why Luo Zhi couldn’t teach Luo Cheng well.

Facing the shredded photos, Mrs. Ren’s dazedness and powerlessness were the same as the overturned piece of messy cake in front of Mr. Luo.

…

Xun Zhen circled back to the opposite side of the table and sat down, holding up the coffee cup.

Ming Chi raised his head.

He had just finished writing this scale when he heard Xun Zhen sigh suddenly, thinking that he could answer the question somewhere: “President Xun?”

“It’s fine.” Xun Zhen took two sips of coffee, “I’m thinking of something else.”

Ming Chi rolled his eyes.

He just looked at Xun Zhen for a moment, and then asked again, “Is it something to do with me?”

“So god?”

Xun Zhen was a little surprised: “How did you see it?”

Before the operation, the patient himself explained to the psychological counseling team that it doesn’t matter if he doesn’t leave too much information.

Dean Xun didn’t take it too seriously at the time – after all, the time was too tight and there was always something too late. He thought he was trying to find a way to comfort everyone, but now he realized that the other party was actually telling the truth.

“Not so good.” Mingchi suddenly laughed, “I just think that Dean Xun seems to have something to say to me.”

He had already guessed that he and the other party were familiar with each other before the operation, so he was no longer overly restrained, and half-jokingly took the notepad and pen he took with him, put it on his lap, and was ready to listen to the lecture.

He has no plans to travel today, he only wears an ordinary white shirt with the collar buttoned properly, and his hair is still slightly shorter than before, making him look younger.

There is no video material of me at this stage in the documentary, but it is still easy to make people guess that maybe when he was in school, it was like this.

Xun Zhen looked at him for a while, then rubbed his forehead dumbly: “Okay, okay… Indeed.”

“I do have something to tell you.” Xun Zhen took the scale, looked at the already pretty and smooth signature on it, and read it out, “Mingchi.”

Ming Chi smiled: “Here.”

Xun Zhen was also amused by him and laughed, and simply changed his words: “Mingchi classmate.”

“There’s one thing, probably no one would think to tell you… Before the operation, neither would you.”

“Others can’t think of it because they don’t know that this kind of thing has to be said on purpose.” Xun Zhen said, “You can’t think of it because no one has ever taught you this.”

Ming Chi held a pen and listened to him carefully.

“Everyone is born independent.”

Xun Zhen looked at him: “No one owes others, there is no such thing.”

“You didn’t owe anyone in the past. You gave far more than you got. As for you now and in the future.”

Xun Zhen paused and considered a more appropriate statement: “You can think that we people, you owe us such a little favor.”

He made gestures as he spoke, unable to poke a piece of paper into the gap between his thumb and index finger. Mingchi rolled his eyes, put the pen down, and opened his arms: “There are so many.”

Xun Zhen laughed: “It’s all right, it’s up to you.”

Xun Zhen didn’t change his mind, but continued: “You owe us favors because we want you to live a better life, so we did something to help you.”

Xun Zhen deduced it to him: “So, the way you repay us and live up to us is to live a better life.”

Ming Chi slowly blinked his eyes.

He looked at Xun Zhen with a serious and solemn expression, as if it was the first time he started to think about this issue, and it took a long time before he nodded carefully.

He was thinking about Huaisheng Entertainment’s friend and sister Zhao Lan. He did hope that each of them would have a better life, that they could let go of all the haze of the past and not be bound by anything.

When Xun Zhen heard him, he didn’t say more, just stood up and patted him on the shoulder: “These are not suggestions from psychiatrists, but from friends.”

Ming Chi’s eyes lit up and he stood up.

He saw that Xun Zhen was ready to leave, and wanted to say thank you, but remembered that his friends were not suitable for such polite thanks, and hesitantly stood there.

Xun Zhen put the gauge in the bag: “That’s right.”

“You said that just now.” Xun Zhen asked casually, “How much do you owe us?”

Ming Chi answered any questions he had, and when he heard his question, he opened his arms again.

He found that he had been helped by many people, and it seemed a little inaccurate to say “owe”, but this kindness is too worthy of cherishing and gratitude, and it is impossible to describe it too much.

Xun Zhen looked at Ming Chi’s movements, and suddenly raised his eyebrows quickly.

Then, without waiting for Mingchi to react, he threw the briefcase into the sofa, strode over and hugged Mingchi.

Mingchi was taken aback by him, and his conditioned reflex wanted to step back, but found that he did not instinctively resist hurting people as he remembered.

I don’t know when, the dark and thick clouds that spread from the encounter thirteen years ago disappeared quietly.

“They’re all friends, let’s be accommodating, Captain Ming.”

Xun Zhen patted him on the back: “Why are your ferry tickets so hard to buy?”