Chapter 697

Hearing the speech, Fang Zicheng pursed his lips.

199 asked, "brother, why do you suddenly think of asking this?"

Fang Zicheng said, "I want to be like a normal person, with emotions." What he says and does now is all done according to Qiao Jiusheng's teaching. When they tell him to love his younger brother, he loves his younger brother. When they tell him to respect his teachers, he respects them.

He suddenly felt that it was boring. He wanted to feel what was like and what was angry.

"Don't worry, you are still young."

Fang Zicheng made a sound.

What No. 199 didn't tell Fang Zicheng is that many patients with affective deficiency disorder will be isolated by the world when they grow up. Because they can't feel any feelings, life is like boiled water. Gradually, some people will lose their desire to live.

Many of these patients committed suicide.

After that day, Fang Zicheng became more silent.

Fang Yusheng and Qiao Jiusheng feel the change of their son, and they are very worried. For this reason, they take him to see a psychologist every three to five.

His name is Zhuoyu. He is the doctor recommended by Ji Qing.

Fang Zicheng saw Zhuo Yu for the first time. The man was wearing a warm goose yellow knitted sweater, unlike other doctors who were wearing a white coat. When Fang Zicheng opens the door and enters the office, Zhuoyu stares at the fish in the aquarium.

Hearing the news, he looks back at Fang Zicheng. He looks at the child in front of him.

This patient, as Ji Qing said, is too cold. At a young age, his green eyes have no curiosity and longing for the world. His eyes were cold and calm, like a lake of stagnant water.

Zhuo Yu's heart sank.

He hooked his lips, and Zicheng said, "Hello, I'm Zhuoyu." He's in an adult voice.

Fang Zicheng nodded and replied in a voice that sounded polite but actually indifferent, "Dr. Zhuo, Hello, I'm Fang Zicheng."

There was a carpet on the floor, and they sat directly on the floor.

Zhuo Yu handed him a piece of paper and a pen. He said, "draw something."

Fang Zicheng took the paper and did not ask questions as curiously as others. He stared at the paper, hesitated for a moment, and picked up the pen. Zhuo Yu got up, went to the back of the table and sat down, browsing the documents alone. Fang Zicheng sat on the sofa, staring at the paper. He was very quiet all the time.

About half an hour later, Zhuo Yu said, "have you finished the painting?" As he spoke, he got up and went to Fang Zicheng.

Fang Zicheng looked up at him and said softly, "I can't draw it."

Needless to say, Zhuo Yu also found out. He stared at the blank paper on the table with a slight frown“ Why can't you draw it? "

Fang Zicheng said honestly, "my mind is blank." He has nothing to love, nothing to miss and nothing to hate. He took up the pen and didn't want to draw at all. Zhuo Yu was silent for a moment before he asked, "you can try to draw your parents."

Fang Zicheng opens his mouth. Zhuo Yu hears him say, "I don't know why I want to draw them."

"Where's your brother?"

Fang Zicheng continued to shake his head.

Zhuo Yu asked again, "let's make a hypothesis."

Fang Zicheng nodded and said, "OK."

Zhuo Yu drew several people on the paper, representing Qiao Jiusheng, Fang Yusheng and Fang Zikai. He said, "if one day your parents leave you." See square son Cheng listen carefully, Zhuo Yu says straight, "if they die."

"Well."

Zhuo Yu pointed to Fang Zikai and said, "then he will be your only relative."

"Well."

He drew a fork on Fang Zikai and said, "if you don't even have him, then you will be the only one in the world."

Fang Zicheng listened quietly with a calm expression.

Zhuo Yu finds that when he makes these assumptions, Fang Zicheng's expression is always calm. Most children will cry or panic when they hear such words. Alone, he is always calm and quiet, or callous and indifferent.

Zhuo Yu sighed at the bottom of his heart.

What a good child! How could he get such a disease.

Fang Zicheng suddenly asked Zhuo Yu, "am I incurable?"

Zhuo Yu is nervous and wants to say that there is still hope, but he hears Fang Zicheng say, "if it really comes to the day you say it." He stared at Zhuo Yu's eyes and said, "I will find a place to die quietly." He also kindly added, "it won't cause trouble to others."

Zhuo Yu gave him a deep look.

Outside, Fang Yusheng and Qiao Jiusheng heard this from the monitor, and their expressions changed.

They heard Zhuo Yu ask, "why? You can live on your own

The three-year-old said, "what are you doing alive? I repeat the same thing every day, live and die, almost. "

Smell speech, Zhuoyu hit the nail on the head ground to say, "can you live now, also repeating the same thing." Zhuo Yu asked Fang Zicheng the last question, "tell me, Mingming is doing the same thing now, why do you want to live? And when your parents and brothers die, you think it's almost like dying and living. "

"Tell me, why?"

Fang Zicheng opened his mouth, but he could not speak.

He also asked, "why?" "I don't know," he murmured

Zhuo Yu said, "because you love them, they are the driving force for you to live. Even if you have to go to school every day, eat and sleep, the world you live in will never change. But you have the people you love around you, you love them deeply, you can't bear them, so you continue to live. "

Fang Zicheng's eyes seemed to fluctuate. He thought about Zhuo Yu's words carefully, but shook his head and said, "I don't know what love is. I can't feel it."

Zhuo Yu smiles and says, "to live well is your love for your family."

…

When he left Zhuoyu psychological clinic, Fang Zicheng always thought about what Zhuoyu said.

To live is to love your relatives?

Fang Yusheng suddenly pulled a handful from his head and asked him with a smile, "what do you think! A three-year-old kid has a lot on his mind. "

Fang Zicheng takes a look at his father, then reaches out his hand and touches his hair. He suddenly says to Fang Yusheng, "Dad, touch it again." Fang Yusheng was stunned, then kneaded Fang Zicheng's head again.

Fang Zicheng put his hand where his father had rubbed it.

When Dad rubs his head, it's totally different from his feeling.

Fang Zicheng suddenly understood a truth: why is he willing to live? Maybe it's because when he died, he couldn't feel the temperature of his father's palm, so he chose to live.

Fang Zicheng did not understand that this phenomenon was called love, dependence and greed.