Every world is crumbling [Quick Transmigration]

Chapter 177

Showing a small face, he talked with people about the treatment.

Worried that people would resist the doctor due to previous events, Zheng Hongyi and others made a lot of forewords to pave the way, and finally clarified the main meaning at the end.

I found a psychiatrist for you, but you still need to be treated.

When Zheng Hongyi saw the words, crystal tears welled up in the pupils of the boy in the room. Just when he was caught by this sudden scene and he still hadn't reacted, the other party slammed the door of the room with a loud bang. Obviously refusing to talk to him about it.

Zheng Hongyi in front of the door frowned slightly, and raised his hand to knock on the door again, but before he could speak, he heard a bang, something like a book hit the back of the door heavily.

Zheng Hongyi's hand that knocked on the door immediately stopped in place. From his perception, the boy seemed to be like a small animal all the time, docile and quiet. This was the first time he had seen the other party's emotions so exposed.

Before making this decision, he knew that the other party might reject the doctor because of the previous incident, but he never imagined that the rejection had reached such a level.

Although he could break in now, Zheng Hongyi did not do so. After letting the female doctor leave first, he sat alone on the sofa in the living room, waiting for the person on the second floor to appear.

Zheng Hongyi felt that it was necessary for him to have a good talk with the young man about the doctor.

It's just different from every day in the past three months. The person who was supposed to leave the room on time at ten o'clock didn't show up today. Zheng Hongyi just sat on the sofa, frowned, and looked at the hands of the clock on the wall. Every second beats.

From the doctor, he learned that the boy repeats the same movements every day, and completes his own affairs without any confusion, because such repetition will give him a sense of security. If he is disturbed, he will fall into a kind of extreme anxiety and uneasiness, but now the other party would rather endure such suffering in the room than come out to cooperate with the doctor's treatment, which shows how much he rejects the doctor. kind of degree.

Zheng Hongyi, who was sitting on the sofa in the living room, just watched helplessly as the clock jumped to eleven o'clock, and then watched the time jump to twelve o'clock for lunch, but even so, the door of the other party's room was still untouched. .

Zheng Hongyi's brows tightened even more.

As time passed, the entire villa fell into a condensed silence. The two people who were equally stubborn upstairs and downstairs seemed to have entered some kind of tug-of-war of opposites, and neither of them wanted to take the first step of compromise.

One o'clock, two o'clock, three o'clock... Finally, after the curtain fell, the unmoved lunch was removed, and the hot dinner was served for nearly half an hour, but the door on the second floor was still closed as in the morning , Zheng Hongyi in the living room couldn't sit still at first.

Taking a spare key from the room and opening the door, Zheng Hongyi stepped into the room that had been closed for almost a day.

The lights in the room were not turned on, and some things were blurred in the dimness. Zheng Hongyi just entered the door with the light from the corridor, and felt as if he had stepped on something. When he moved his foot, he saw a book was quietly Lying on the floor, it was obviously what the other party used to knock on the door in the morning.

Picking up the books on the floor, he went to the bedside table and put them away, and then Zheng Hongyi turned his attention to the person who had fallen asleep lying on the desk not far away.

The teenager lying on the desk with his arms half pillowed was soundly asleep. At this moment, the long eyelashes were still covered with dense moisture, and his closed eyes were red and swollen. It can be seen that the whole day, alone in the The room cried so sad and wronged.

Seeing Zheng Hongyi's complex expression like this, he didn't know what it was like in his heart. He knew that the teenager himself had social phobia and was extremely repelled by strangers. After experiencing the Josie incident, he must be more afraid of strangers, especially doctors. with repulsion.

Although he understood the countless reluctances in the young man's heart, Zheng Hongyi couldn't just let him go.

He has his own musical dream to fulfill, and the boy also has countless unpredictable futures. He cannot and will not be able to accompany the boy for the rest of his life.

Regardless of the boy's hands or his future life, the boy must try to integrate into this society, to adapt to this society, instead of staying trapped in his own world for a lifetime.

Sighing lightly, Zheng Hongyi carefully picked him up, intending to put him on the bed so that he could sleep more comfortably, but unexpectedly, he flicked off the paper that was pressed tightly under his arm.

In the dark environment, the white paper is clustered like a butterfly, spinning gracefully, until it falls on the wool carpet.

Zheng Hongyi looked at the paper in a half-embracing posture, and saw that a page of staves was crowded with densely packed characters.

That's right, it's words, not notes.

Although the handwriting on the staff is basically smudged by tears, it looks a little