In the darkness, Jiang Yan sat alone on the floor next to the sofa, and the computer in front of him showed precautions about suffering from post-traumatic stress disorder (ptsd).

But the more she looks at it, the more uncomfortable she feels.

When a person suffers major trauma, he will instinctively avoid trauma and refuse to remember things about trauma, but trauma will repeatedly penetrate into their dreams. They will clearly feel the despair and despair in the dream again and again.

Grief.

If this continues, they will have difficulty falling asleep, be restless, and even become worldly awkward.

According to data, people with ptsd are at a higher risk of suicide and self-harm.

Jiang Yan reached out and turned off the computer. Her eyes were sore. She walked gently into the bedroom and looked at the person lying on the bed. His helpless voice just now poked her heart.

Over the years, he has not only been tortured by what happened, but also blamed himself for not protecting her.

In fact, his scars have never scabbed.

The first time she felt so sorry for someone, she wished she could have suffered all these pains for him.

Jiang Yan approached and saw that he was still frowning even in his sleep. Curled up on the bed was a state of self-protection.

She reached out to help him smooth the corners of his eyebrows, but before she could get close, he suddenly grabbed his wrist tightly, and there was a resentment in his eyes that he could not hide.

There was only the faint light coming in from the living room in the room. The two looked at each other quietly for a few seconds. Chen seemed to have realized who was in front of him. He suddenly let go of his hand and pursed his lips tightly in annoyance.

"Brother, it's okay," Jiang Yan raised his tone, pretending to be relaxed, "You just slept for less than two hours, do you still have to continue sleeping?"

"No need," Chen's voice was hoarse. He cleared his throat, lifted the quilt and stood up, "It's time for you to go home, I'll give it to you."

"I told my mom to stay here tonight."

Chen's hand in the coat stopped, and he turned around and looked at her and frowned slightly: "No."

I saw Jiang Yan lying on the bed holding the quilt he had just covered, "Anyway, I told my family that I won't leave, don't drive me away."

Chen's tone was hard and hard: "Come down."

"I don't."

The two looked at each other silently, and the room was quiet, with only the timely ticking sounds coming from the cooking pot in the living room.

In the end, Chen first compromised: "Eat first."

“I ordered takeaway.”

"..." He pulled the corners of his mouth, "You have been ready to leave here long ago, right?"

"Brother, what you said," Jiang Yan sat up with the quilt in his arms, "Did you say it yourself? I'll live as long as I want to live, why did it become my place to rely on it?"

"That's because you don't know..."

I don't know he has a mental illness.

Jiang Yan snorted: "No matter what, I will live here. Just say whether what you said before is still counting."

Looking at her arrogant look, Chen Zui suddenly smiled, "Jiang Xiaoyan, you are more courageous than I think."

He originally thought that she was a delicate little girl, even if she was willing to get close to him in her heart after knowing that he had such a disease, she would at least have a period of acceptance.

But at present, she not only accepted him very quickly, but also did not treat him as an alien.

"That's because you are Chen Zui,"

Jiang Yan stood up, "I know best how you are. I am not afraid of you."

"Okay, I'm going to check your May 3 tonight."

“…”

Jiang Yan pinched her waist in disbelief: "Brother, you can't stand me, right? And I didn't have time to do the homework you just assigned me."

"Oh," Chen Zui said tone, "But I can't stand you."

“…”

Jiang Yan accepted his fate and groaned from the bed, humming in his mouth, "After all, I paid the wrong payment."

Watching her go out on slippers, Chen's darkest eyes were filled with tenderness. He lowered his eyes and smiled silently. Her reaction was much better than he expected.

The doctor always said that he thought everything too pessimistically, and he just instinctively thought of all the worst results, but she could always surprise him.

Jiang Yan lay on the table in the living room to calculate the problem, and Chen Jiu put on an apron and entered the kitchen.

In fact, when he left the bedroom and went to the kitchen, her attention was no longer on the topic.

She whispered: "Three, two..."

"Jiang Yan!"

Chen's fingertips came out of the kitchen with a packaging box, "What is this?"

She smiled innocently: "It's written."

Chen smelled the indescribable smell the most, and his temples thundered. He took the takeaway box far away from him in disgust, but the sour smell seemed to fill the whole room.

"Did Aunt Ye say you won't eat these things?"

"Yes, so I didn't eat it in front of my mom."

"..." Chen smiled angrily, "It doesn't matter if my life is shared, right?"

"Brother, I've ordered one for you."

"?"

Chen looked around suspiciously, "Where are you hiding that piece?"

Looking at her smiling face, he suddenly had a bad feeling.

"You won't be..."

A few minutes later, Jiang Yan stood at the kitchen door and listened to the sound of Chen Zui gritting teeth from the study. She shrank her neck and smiled and her eyes were almost narrowing together.

"Jiang Xiaoyan, you're itchy, right?" Chen Zui came out of the study with a portion of snail noodles, "You're itchy! I think you just need to clean up! You do everything in order not to let me check my homework,

Right!"

"Brother, what are the bad intentions of your words?"

Jiang Yan bent his eyes, "This is a good thing, just to share it with you. As the saying goes, don't forget each other if you are rich or noble."

Chen Ji gritted his teeth and smiled unhappy: "I thank you."

The two of them were having fun, which made the depressed aura in the room scatter a lot.

But when the two sat opposite each other at the dining table, Chen's frowning eyebrows could kill the mosquito.

"Jiang Xiaoyan, brother wants to live a few more years."

Chen Zui looked at the snail noodles with red oil floating in front of him and a strong smell, which was really hard to eat.

Looking at Jiang Yan, who had already eaten a bite, was full of enjoyment on his face. He closed his eyes and made psychological construction, but he still couldn't open his mouth.

"Brother, I promise, this thing smells smelly and tastes so good, it's the same as stinky tofu."

“…But I didn’t think the stinky tofu was delicious.”

It was just because of her strong recommendation that I could take a bite.

"Okay, then," Jiang Yan took the chopsticks and picked up the powder and blew it. "If my brother doesn't eat it, I'll eat it all."

Before she could finish her speech, she saw a large bowl of snail noodles that had not moved in front of her.

“…”

He doesn't play by the rules!

Can't do it?

Jiang Yan hummed twice and no longer made things difficult for him. She also made porridge for him.

"You finish eating, go take a shower and take a three-time bath."
Chapter completed!