"in fact, it may be better to forget some memories. Why do you have to remember them?"

Yao Yuanjing asked from a friend's point of view. The things Ji Naitang experienced when he was a child were too painful. It's a good thing to forget something. He really can't understand why he has to think about it.

Ji Naitang heard the speech and said, "that's because I didn't forget what I should have forgotten, but I forgot what I shouldn't have forgotten."

"Post traumatic stress disorder, you belong to avoidance and numbness symptoms, the specific performance is selective forgetting, so I remind you again, the memories you forget may make you feel more painful than those you remember."

Most of Ji Naitang's memories are there, but he lost a very small part after the accident 12 years ago. What he remembers has already made people feel miserable. Therefore, it is hard for Yao Yuanjing to imagine what kind of experience Yao Yuanjing had selectively forgotten.

Ji Naitang was silent. Of course, he understood this truth, but he always felt that the memory he had lost was very important to him. He must have forgotten the very important thing, so he must remember it.

Ji Naitang promised to go to Yan Yebai the next day. Naturally, he would not break his promise. He went to Yan Yebai's private clinic early in the morning.

"It's not easy to see you." Yan Yebai motioned Ji Naitang to sit down and asked with a smile, "are you really busy or don't trust my ability?"

Yan Yebai is one of the top psychiatrists in the market. Most people want to see him in advance, so Ji Naitang naturally trusts him in terms of ability.

"I'm very busy. I got hurt."

"What?"

"Minor injuries."

Ji Naitang obviously didn't want to talk more. Yan Yebai didn't ask much. They had known each other for two or three years. Ji Naitang would come here from time to time, but most of the time he just sat around and chatted. There were few times when he was willing to cooperate with the treatment.

"Sooner or later, my sign will fall on your hand."

Yan Yebai said that, but what he really cared about was not a signboard. He really wanted to help Ji Naitang, and he really felt heartache for Ji Naitang's experiences.

"I'm not here?" Ji Naitang's face today is hung with a smile. He looks relaxed. Yan Yebai squints his eyes slightly and judges: "it seems that you are in a good mood these days."

Ji Naitang played Tai Chi with him: "people, when they are in a bad mood, they will naturally have a good mood. What a fuss about that."

"No, other people will, but you won't. We have known each other for so long. Have you ever been in a good mood?"

Ji Naitang laughed but did not speak. Yan Yebai struck while the iron was hot: "your current state is very suitable for treatment. Why don't we try it?"

When he asked about this sentence, he actually planned to be rejected, and even thought out the next speech. But to his surprise, Ji Naitang even nodded, which made him not react for a moment.

Ji Naitang reached out and snapped his finger in front of him: "wake up ~"

"are you a psychologist or am I?" Yan Yebai stood up and began to prepare. It was rare for Ji Naitang to nod and promise. He had to make good use of this opportunity.

He took hypnosis therapy, mainly to wake up a memory lost after a car accident when Ji Naitang was 10 years old. It sounds like it is not very difficult, but every time Ji Naitang can not insist on many meetings, because he must guide Ji Naitang's thoughts back to his childhood, and those dark and painful childhood experiences are exactly what Ji Naitang resisted from the bottom of his heart.

"Let's get started."