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Chapter 27 Feng Xin

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    Feng Xin has never seen his father since he could remember, and it was his mother who worked so hard to bring him up.

    When he was a child, he also imagined that his father would knock on the door of the house one day, and suddenly appear in colorful rays of light, and accompany him and his mother to live a happy life as a family of three.

    After school, he was often bullied by his classmates. The gossip women in the neighborhood would point at him and look at him with pity and condescending eyes. His mother cried secretly behind his back. At that time, he knew that his father would not show up.

    Gradually, he no longer loves to laugh, has a withdrawn personality and doesn't fit in with others, and doesn't like to make friends. The only support in life is his mother.

    But mother is dead!

    Feng Xin was in great pain and tried to commit suicide to walk with his mother. It was Aunt Wang downstairs who saved him.

    He didn't like Aunt Wang before, because she was also one of the gossip women, but she helped him make arrangements after his mother passed away, called him to her house for dinner, and would help him clean up the room while nagging. He began to feel that Aunt Wang  It's not really annoying either.

    Not long ago, his gloomy life was suddenly broken by a leaflet, which said that he could be taken to travel through time. He thought it was a joke, even elementary school students would not believe it.

    But he went.

    Traveling requires payment, which is very expensive, and the savings left by his mother is not much. He has applied for a monthly card and can only make an appointment once a week.

    The scene at that time was like a dream. He saw his mother, talked with her, and ate the meals she cooked, but the dream was very short, and his mother disappeared soon.

    He began to look forward to the time passing faster. He went there three times, and each time became more addictive. He desperately wanted to meet his mother, and the remaining rationality told himself that this was abnormal.

    He could vaguely feel that he was hypnotized, and everything was his hallucination.

    But he didn't want to wake up, he was willing to immerse himself in the illusion.

    It was the last time, he took the initiative to choose hypnosis, and hypnotized the second personality that belonged exclusively to his mother.

    The doctor seems not very proficient, the second personality born of hypnosis is very shy and doesn't come out often, Feng Xin is too anxious to see her mother, and can't wait for a moment.

    He began to feel lucky that he was studying acting, and consciously imitated his mother's living habits, trying to make the second personality no longer shy.

    Aunt Wang saw her, and her mother hid in fear. He was very angry, and he knew he had to hold back, so he took Aunt Wang to Shuxin, and made everyone believe that her mother's appearance was normal.

    He went to Dream Eater again, and the doctor woke up his mother. She was no longer shy, but it still didn't work. The strange eyes of others made her feel uncomfortable, and she wanted to hide at any time.

    This thought made his nerves tense all the time. He was too slow to save money from work, which was not enough to pay the appointment fee for Dream Eater. Aunt Wang said that Shu Xin was a very nice person, so he made an appointment with Jiang Lan with the mentality of giving it a try.

    "How do you want me to help you?" Jiang Lan's eyes were tolerant, "Tell Aunt Wang that you are normal? Issue a certificate for you?"

    Feng Xin, "Hypnotize me and strengthen the second personality. As long as she is willing to communicate with me, nothing else matters."

    "Is it really good to deceive yourself?".

    "At least I have meaning to live."

    Jiang Lan's breath was stagnant, and she didn't dare to provoke Feng Xin who was about to collapse at any time.

    She agreed to help. It is not easy for a person to live with a spiritual support, even if it is living in an illusion.

    Shu Xin's business was very good that day, and the only idler, Bobo, was also talking on the phone, so Jiang Lan took him straight to the office.

    Hypnosis is not as mysterious as laymen think, and there is no ability that can be done in minutes. They are all mortal bodies. It is not easy to consolidate the personality that has been hypnotized, and it needs to be guided slowly.

    Fortunately, Feng Xin cooperated, he knew what he was doing, and it was what he was looking forward to, looking forward to, and dreaming of.

    Jiang Lan, "Come here first today, and come back at this time tomorrow."

    At the end, Feng Xin still felt a little regretful, "The dream-eating doctor can directly awaken the personality."

    The unsatisfactory meaning in the words, you don't look too good.

    "Impossible." Jiang Lan retorted without thinking. It's okay to be despised, "If hypnosis is really so powerful, our psychiatrists would have ruled the world long ago. Unless he gives you medicine, it won't be so fast."

    Are you kidding, Lao Jiang has been studying for a lifetime, but he can only achieve false hypnosis, and hallucinations only exist in movies every minute.

    Feng Xin, "I don't have medicine, just drink a cup of tea and burn incense in the room."

    "Incense?" Jiang Lan's mind moved slightly, and a figure suddenly appeared in his mind, "What's the name of that doctor?".

    "Li Jianguo."

    The Psychological Association is a very imprecise association, everyThere will always be a large number of excellent doctors trying to get in, but they don't know that the roots inside have long since rotted.

    Those broken parts, with the greatest malice to corrupt those who refuse to differentiate, Lao Jiang is the leader who refuses to join forces, but he failed.

    Li Jianguo assimilated, so he is now the nominal director of the association.

    Jiang Lan doesn't know anything else, but she still knows how much Li Jianguo weighs. I haven't seen him for a few years. He has cultivated so well?

    Wen Qin woke up, and Wen Miao rushed over as soon as he got the news, "Where's the person?"

    Wen Qingyun shrugged, "You were a step too late and fell asleep again."

    Wen Miao let out a long breath, just woke up, "What did you do?".

    "I didn't do anything, he fell asleep by himself."

    Wen Miao frowned, suspecting that he did it on purpose, and directly pointed out, "How did he wake up?"

    "Oh, you're asking this." Wen Qingyun folded his arms generously and said, "I don't need to do anything, the little assistant can handle it."

    "You can not?"

    "You can't!"

    The two big men stared at each other, neither would give in when it came to their dignity, Wen Qingyun took the initiative to take a step back because the other was the father of the patron, "It doesn't matter if I can do it or not, as long as I can cure him."

    "That's not necessarily the case." Wen Miao couldn't help thinking of Jiang Lan. If she had been treated earlier, would Wen Qin have woken up?

    Looking at Wen Qingyun again, he really didn't want to hear this man chattering in his ears, it was so noisy!

    "Let's say it first, people have already responded, Mr. Wen, don't forget the consultation fee" Wen Qingyun rubbed his fingers, he did not forget the January appointment.

    Wen Miao snorted softly, acquiescing.

    Wen Qingyun shrugged, and walked briskly to collect the incense ashes, Jiang Lan left in a hurry, and forgot to bring the rest.

    "What are you doing?" Wen Miao held his hand, staring at the incense on the bedside table.

    On the day of Wen Qin's accident, before the blood on the back of his head stopped, he was already in a coma, so he was still a step too late.

    Broken teacups on the ground, unburned incense.

    Smell carefully, the taste is vaguely similar.

    "Where does the fragrance come from?" Wen Miao's expression was cold and his eyes were dark.

    Wen Qingyun felt pain in his wrist, but he calmly observed his employer's expression, "I brought it."

    "You?" Wen Miao sneered, "Do you think I would believe that the incense was brought by Jiang Lan?"

    Although he was asking, his tone was affirmative.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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