the next day.

Before the alarm clock rang, Wen Lingxi woke up naturally.

With a crash, he opened the curtains and felt the sun shining on his face.

This is a technique for waking up the body quickly.Direct sunlight can make the suprachiasmatic nucleus feel the alternation of day and night, thereby awakening the biological rhythm in the human body and making the body truly awake.

Wen Lingxi adjusted his breathing and knocked on the door of the guest room.

There was a rustle inside.He could imagine Jiang Yao getting up from the bed in a daze.

Not long after, the door was opened.

"Good morning. How did you sleep last night?" Wen Lingxi greeted him with a smile, but quietly looked at his body.

"Hmm..." Jiang Yao rubbed his eyes, and responded inexplicably.

Cheeks and lashes are clean.So is the neck.The same goes for clothes.

Wen Lingxi looked over Jiang Yao's shoulder, and cast his eyes on the bed where he slept.

The sheets, quilts, and pillows didn't seem to be stained with anything strange.

……really.Snails and the like cannot really exist.

Wen Lingxi secretly laughed at his wild thoughts.

Wen Lingxi took Jiang Yao to have breakfast, and then drove to the Mental Health Center.

The Mental Health Center opened at eight o'clock in the morning, and Jiang Yao's mother, Xu Jingxian, was already waiting outside the clinic.

"how is he?"

Just like yesterday, when she saw Wen Lingxi, Xu Jingxian immediately stood up from the sofa.

The overworried mother hurried over and took her son from the therapist's arms.

Obviously her son is 21 years old and taller than her, but she still looks at him carefully like an old hen protecting her chicks.

Wen Lingxi knew what she was looking for.She was checking whether the snail came to Jiang Yao again.

"I've already seen it." Wen Lingxi smiled, "There are no snails. It seems that snails don't like my family."

Xu Jingxian finally confirmed that Jiang Yao was fine and that there was nothing strange about him, so she breathed a sigh of relief.

"Thank you so much, Dr. Wen..." Xu Jingxian turned her head and thanked Wen Lingxi gratefully.

Wen Lingxi led her into the door of the consulting room.The two sat down at the desk, and Wen Lingxi realized that Xu Jingxian's gratitude was not just because he took care of Jiang Yao on her behalf for a whole night.

"I thought about it after I got home yesterday." Xu Jingxian's fingers groped for the edge of the disposable paper cup.Her gaze also fell on the water in the paper cup, with a helpless smile on the corner of her mouth, "I understand what you mean by helping me take care of Jiang Yao... Really, thank you so much."

Xu Jingxian said that she was very uncomfortable after returning home yesterday.The absence of her son made her extremely anxious, and she almost drove to Wen Lingxi's house in the middle of the night, trying to take her son back.

However, the long-term diagnosis and treatment made her fully believe in the professionalism of the attending physician.She felt that she should keep her promise with Dr. Wen.

So she resisted the urge to take her son home.

In order to divert her attention, she turned on the TV and watched the show.

Coincidentally, the TV station was broadcasting a figure skating competition.She watched it carefully for a while, and was deeply attracted by the performances of the athletes on the ice rink.

She saw the shadow of ballet dance in figure skaters, and suddenly remembered that the provincial team invited her to be a ballet instructor.

"I was soaking in the bathtub, listening to the songs that accompanied the previous performances, and suddenly understood..."

Xu Jingxian said with a smile.

"You must have seen it a long time ago. I am too anxious and put too much psychological pressure on myself. For so many years, I have always regarded Jiang Yao as the whole of my life. If he can communicate with people normally, he must have told meComplain, I control him too much, he can't breathe..."

After getting over the initial anxiety, Xu Jingxian immediately realized that this was also a kind of separation anxiety.

It turned out that it was not her son who depended on her, but she who depended on her son.

After all, she also studied psychology.

More importantly, once she got rid of that state of anxiety, she found that it was indeed impossible for snails to exist.

How is it possible?Their house is so clean.

When she smiled and talked about it with the nanny at home, the nanny excitedly held her hand and repeatedly said with emotion: Oh!You get it!I have to clean the house more than a dozen times every day these days, but I am torn to pieces!

Xu Jingxian raised her hand, as if she wanted to stroke her son's hair.

However, when Jiang Yao turned his head and looked at her, she just smiled and put down her hands.Give up this action full of maternal love.

Wen Lingxi was very surprised.

He didn't expect that in just one night, Xu Jingxian had figured it out.

The former ballet dancer is not as fragile as she appears on the surface.

Having said that, to be able to endure so much hardship and become a professional ballet dancer, Xu Jingxian must have a strong heart.

Xu Jingxian is just depressed and self-blaming for a long time, using herself as a cage to punish herself.

Now, let Jiang Yao leave her for a short time, once she is out of that environment, she will immediately figure it out by herself.

This mother is really amazing.Smart and sober.

Wen Lingxi took a deep breath, shook his head and smiled, "You shouldn't thank me. You saved yourself."

——Or, I let myself go.

Wen Lingxi added quietly in her heart.

"No, no, I still need your help."

Xu Jingxian also smiled, a sly playfulness flashed in her eyes.

"I plan to agree to the invitation of the provincial team and go to their figure skating team to instruct ballet."

"So, if I go out with the team to compete in the future and his father happens to be away...Doctor Wen, can I ask you to take care of Jiang Yao for us for a few more days then?"

Of course Wen Lingxi agreed.

To be honest, he has been Jiang Yao's attending doctor for so long, and he has deep feelings for this child.

In addition, Jiang Yao is so quiet and well-behaved, he won't mess with things, and won't hurt himself.Taking care of him is easier than taking care of a pot of plants.

You can even make an extra portion when cooking, which perfectly solves the dilemma of Wen Lingxi, a single dog, who is "too monotonous to cook too much, too much to eat".

what can you have against it?

After a pleasant and brief conversation, Wen Lingxi officially handed Jiang Yao back to his mother.

Jiang Yao's future life will definitely get better and better.

Wen Lingxi got up and sent the mother and son out.

Standing at the door of the consultation room, Xu Jingxian suddenly remembered something, turned around and said:

"By the way, Dr. Wen, about personality fusion..."

"Oh." Wen Lingxi said, "Personality fusion is not urgent yet. He is in good condition now, and the existence of the sub-personality is helpful to him. So I suggest postponing personality fusion and observing for a while."

"Okay." Xu Jingxian nodded with curiosity on her face, "Doctor Wen, then, what will he look like after the personality fusion? I feel that the sub-personality in his heart is much more mature than his original self... FusionAfter that, will he..."

Wen Lingxi understood what Xu Jingxian said.

Or rather, look forward to it.

Due to autism, Jiang Yao is very vulnerable in social and daily life.Inability to live completely independently.

But his intelligence is actually normal, and it can even be said that he is still a genius in some respects.

Jiang Yao's sub-personality - Wen Lingxi has already felt it after many times of diagnosis and treatment - that sub-personality seems to be an adult male who is a few years older than Jiang Yao.

The sub-personality understands social skills better than the main personality and has a stronger ability to live independently.

If can adapt to society, if can go to school and work normally...

Then he may have hope to start his own family in the future.

He may still have hope to live an ordinary and happy life as a normal person.

"...Let's continue to observe." Wen Lingxi understood Xu Jingxian's expectations, but still didn't want to give Xu Jingxian too much hope.After all, it is even more desperate to break hope after having hope.

Personality fusion may not be successful, even if it is successful, no one can predict what state the final fusion will be in.

"Okay. I understand." Xu Jingxian nodded logically.

She habitually went to hold Jiang Yao's hand, but just as she stretched out her hand, it stopped in mid-air.It seemed that he realized that he should no longer regard his son as an ignorant and ignorant child.

Her son, after all, is 21 years old.

It's an adult now.

So Xu Jingxian patted Jiang Yao's shoulder and said with a smile, "Let's go, say goodbye to Dr. Wen."

Jiang Yao turned his head.He was still holding the pot of green radish that Wen Lingxi gave him.

"Goodbye, Labrador 7." Jiang Yao said.

After a pause, he looked down at the green dill in his hand, as if he had been reminded of something.So added one more sentence.

"Thank you, Labrador 7."

...or a Labrador.

Wen Lingxi smiled helplessly.

Labrador, probably means "doctor"?Wen Lingxi vaguely remembered that he seemed to be Jiang Yao's seventh attending doctor.

Wen Lingxi watched the mother and son go out.Back in the consulting room, looked at the empty space on the bookshelf.

He smiled and decided to buy a pot of green radishes after get off work.

...

Jiang Yao's next follow-up consultation is scheduled for one month later.

Wen Lingxi originally thought that the next time he saw Jiang Yao, he could chat with him about entomology.

Unexpectedly, only three days later, Wen Lingxi heard the news about Jiang Yao again.

——Xu Jingxian died.

Jiang Yao's mother, the former ballet dancer.

died.

The death was very strange.It was in a ballet classroom, wearing dancing shoes.The part below the waist was completely turned into a puddle of meat.

According to people who have seen the scene, she looked like someone pinched her waist, like inserting candles, and repeatedly inserted her legs into the floor.

Bit by bit, one at a time, until the muscles and bones are shattered and the flesh and blood are peeled off.

Until the two legs are completely smashed into mud.

And Jiang Yao himself was there at the time.

He was sleeping on a bench outside the dance studio where his mother died.It wasn't until the dance studio staff who opened the door in the morning screamed for the police that he sat up sleepily, looked around, and asked blankly:

"Where are the swans?"