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Chapter 25 Despair

The car drove to the destination along the expressway that I had traveled thousands of times in my dreams without any accidents, and the morning sun was as hot as a flame.I shouted loudly, even hoarse, my throat was hoarse!

But it didn't work.

Across this invisible wall, we are separated by a long river of time, the "us" inside cannot see me, and I cannot touch "us".

The big truck arrived as scheduled, and the screeching sound of brakes lingered like a nightmare.Li Xiaoyang subconsciously turned the steering wheel to the right, and I saw the parts and glass shards bouncing up from the car in slow motion, and even the track was clear.

However this time I saw more.

I saw the driver of the big truck getting out of the car and approaching us cautiously.He saw two people with bloody heads, he looked around, he shrugged his shoulders and his whole body was shaking.Then he jumped into the truck and fled. The engine emitted thick smoke. After driving a few steps, he braked, fell out of the cab, jumped off the protective fence and ran away.

What I didn't see in the dream, I remembered everything at this moment, because Li Xiaoyang turned in time, the damage I suffered was minimized.So in fact, at that time, although I was stuck by the deformed car and couldn't move, I saw the face of the driver who caused the accident. I remembered it, and I should have remembered it, but why did I forget it for three years?

The picture is like a revolving lantern, returning to that square again.There are clearly crowds of people in the square, but I feel so quiet. "I" was dressed in a black windbreaker, and stood blankly, lost in thought.At that time, Li Xiaoyang had just been buried in the ground, and the police's investigation broke the clues at an urban-rural junction.The driver who caused the accident seemed to have disappeared in the world, and he could not be found no matter what.

I am unwilling, I am angry, I am sad...but there is nothing I can do except wait for the result.During that time, Yiyi helped me with my school graduation, and Cheng Yun gradually came into my sight.

People don't cry when they are extremely sad, they just feel like walking dead.I was walking dead for half a year, and finally vented like a madman when the police announced the "death" of the driver.

The so-called "death news" is just an excuse, it's nothing more than a tramp who froze to death, but the so-called crime has been implanted in a high-sounding manner.The driver who caused the accident was alive and well, I even saw him go into those unscrupulous places.

We all know that the driver who caused the accident was not a decent person, but just a bastard who got away with it by relying on someone behind him.The car accident that day didn't even belong to him.But what use do we know?Some people are superior, but pretend to be deaf and dumb and ask three questions. What can we do?There is no way for a trickle to fight against the waves, even if the body is smashed, it is meaningless.During that time, I followed him like a ghost, and I was spotted once. If Cheng Yun didn't feel that something was wrong and arrived in time, I almost got into an accident.I admit that during that time my mental state was extremely unstable, I carried a baseball bat with me, and I had extreme and terrible thoughts.

When in despair, people are chaotic, and the whole person enters a state of world-weariness, as if they are in a vacuum, and every breath is so luxurious.Then I took the medicine prescribed by the doctor in one go.

Yes, I remembered.After gastric lavage, I fell into a deep coma, but I didn’t die. I woke up a month later, and I only remembered the car accident, and I completely forgot the deep-rooted disgust and the deepest despair.

I want to thank Cheng Yun for his protection. I am getting farther and farther away from that memory and that dirty place.

What kind of psychological analysis is Yan Jianshan, he really knows it.So what is he trying to remind me of?

I asked myself, do I really want to think about it?

I had a thought: Is it possible that what I see now is a hypnotic dream that Yan Jianshan helped me recall.When I woke up again, there was no desert, no prison. I lay on the recliner in the counseling room and had a big dream.