"imagine that you are walking in the quiet maple forest with red maple leaves falling on the ground under your feet. It is an autumn afternoon, and you are walking slowly. What appears in front of you?"

Yan Yebai's voice sounded softly in his ear, which made people relax. Ji Naitang walked slowly, and then saw a building in front of him. When he came closer, he could see the sign of orphanage hanging at the door.

He stretched out his hand and pushed open the door. It was very lively inside. At this time, there was a voice beside him: "come on, son, you can choose which one you like best."

"I choose?" The five-year-old Ji Naitang's voice sounded a little tearful. The man beside him nodded: "of course, we can adopt whichever you like. You always want a brother. This is your birthday gift, OK?"

Xiaonaitang nodded: "good ~" after he finished, he carefully looked at some children about his age in front of him, and finally pointed to a little boy who looked timid and said, "I like him ~"

the man nodded: "then he will be your brother."

"What do you see?" Yan Ye Bai asked in a low voice. Ji Naitang, in a hypnotic state, replied truthfully: "orphanage, brother."

"That was seventeen years ago. We went back a little. After you took your brother home, a few years later..." Yan Yebai observed Ji Naitang's expression carefully while saying it. However, he found that Ji Naitang, who was still calm just now, twisted his eyebrows in pain.

"Brother..." Ji Naitang's voice became choked, his hands clenched into fists, and tears slid down the corner of his eyes. Yan Yebai saw that his mood was out of control and knew that he would collapse if he went on.

"Now I count down three times, and then you'll hear a snap of your fingers and wake up." Yan Yebai said and raised his hand: "three, two, one, wake up."

Ji Naitang suddenly opened his eyes and sat up. After sitting for a while, he put his hands on his forehead, looking very painful. Yan Yebai sighed helplessly: "we will continue another day."

In the bathroom, Ji Naitang washed his face with running water in his hands. Then he looked up at himself in the mirror, looking embarrassed and red in his eyes.

He was not afraid of physical pain, even if he took a knife to cut him a few times, he could not frown, but he was really afraid of the past.

"Coward." He said to himself, "Ji Naitang, you are a coward."

He calmed down for a while and then walked out of the bathroom. Yan Yebai was more difficult to make an appointment, so the corridor of the clinic was empty.

After walking a few steps, he felt a slight pain in his stomach. Ji Naitang stopped, covering his stomach with one hand and supporting it on the wall with the other, trying to carry it hard.

Probably because he didn't have breakfast in the morning, this pain is nothing to him, but now he is in a bad mood, so it is more difficult than usual.

"Ji Naitang?"

Ji Naitang looked up at the sound and saw Cen Muqi's puzzled sight. He was stunned. His thoughts were immediately pulled back to 12 years ago. On a sunny afternoon, people were coming and going in the hospital garden. The 16-year-old boy handed him a lollipop and asked him with a smile: would you like to have a lollipop?

Young smile, so clean and pure, like a ray of light into Ji Naitang's dark heart.

"What are you doing here?" CEN Muqi saw that he was just staring at himself, and there was something wrong with his expression, so he couldn't help asking. Ji Naitang didn't answer what he asked: "don't you remember?"

CEN Muqi was confused: "don't you remember what?"