The Man Who Was Buried Alive by Me

I went, I didn't respond, I went again, then hit the arm with the elbow.

The other party's consciousness hid, then hugged his arms to reveal him sneaking him.

Ling Chen Nanxiang smiled and whispered: "Hey ~"

White eyelashes blinks, both eyes are exposed to him, revealing the confusion and feelings. Ling Chennan said: "Is the wall not cold?"

White moved his nose, or closed his mouth, his finger pole his head.

Ling Chennan tried to reach out, the other party did not hide, so he covered his hand on his cold instruction, one shot his entangled finger, holding his hand to help him stand up.

Although Bai Hao hesitated but she was standing from him, she left back to the seat side.

"Want to drink water?" Asked Ling Chen South.

The other party shakes his head.

The alarm of the treatment is awkward. Ling Chen wants to turn off it, but the white horses pull him, and a pair of him will cry.

Ling Chennan picked his eyebrows - he never seen it, even if there is no time to get in touch, the white hospitter is fragile, but the consciousness is alienated, but at this moment, he is not only timid, it seems ... There is also a little sticky person.

"I have turned off the alarm clock," Ling Chennan explained that the other party still did not let go, but also simultaneously gripped.

Ling Chennan tried to read the expression on his face and asked: "That ... do you have to go with me?"

White lifted his face, blinking, as promised.

So Ling Chennan took him back to his office desk, turned off the alarm, and slammed the notebook, and the whole process was holding his hands, and he was also coming to him. He is shallow, the steps are very small, and the knee is slightly bent is a bit eight. It is the limb language that Ling Chennan has not seen in him.

This is very blame, Ling Chen, what should this be worse? Is it only a call to Shenchuan to this extent?

"White? Are you okay?" Ling Chen South asked: "To get off work, today ... If you don't go to play?"

White stared at the ground, there was no response, just like he didn't hear him, Ling Chen sighed his fingers, said: "Is it good? I have a call to cancel the appointment."

Bai Hao looked up and quickly saw him. It was released to open his fingers, but he grabbed his waist and buried his face into his neck.

Ling Chen South suddenly was hugged, stunned.

Ling Chennan: "White ... White?"

Whether it is good to say, Bai Hao has no response, Ling Chennan can only play a call to the gym of the gym, after the phone is hanging down, and he is helpless. "Otherwise ... you still take my hand." , You don't have a manner, pull the left hand. "

Bai Hao raised his face from his neck, breathing soft and soft in his cheeks and ears, it seems to be a choice, then release his arm to reach out.

Fortunately, the people in the office have taken light, otherwise Ling Chennao really doesn't know how to explain the scenes of his two, and he has walked into the underground parking garage with white.

Ling Chennan: "White, you can't drive it."

The other party did not help but unknone. Seeing that he had to pull it out of the horse, smashing his mouth, no three seconds of eyes are full of bright crystal things.

Ling Chennan was shocked by the tearful picture of this part.

"White, Bai Hao, I don't go, I, I want to send you home." When the psychologist so many years, Ling Chennan first gave a patient, he took the other party to the deputy driver to open the car door. It is stuffed in, fastening the seat belt, smoking your fingers a little, touching his shoulders, it seems like a child, but like a frightened cat.

Ling Chennan ran back to the driver's seat, the heart is still shocking, turned his head and Q: "Your address is told me again."

The other party still ignored him, pinching the seat belt silently slamming tears, and sad and frightened.

There is no way in Ling Chennan, starting to turn your own navigation record, and finally find the address of the white water in a few weeks, pulling the handbrake stepper.

The streets into the night were covered with scarlet taillights. The windows gradually grabbed on a thin layer of wet fog. Ling Chen south gripped in the steering wheel, it was calm, and the brain turned to turn repeatedly. All the way he wanted to talk to Bai Hao, but the countermeasures did not open the other side, although it stopped tears.

It is only for half an hour to count the traffic jam. He stops the car downstairs in the white house, unlock the seat belt, and takes out the people from the police.

Ling Chennan is a bit wrong: "How many floors?"

The elevator door said suddenly opened. After he fell to his body, he walked out of a mother who took a child, and the Ling Chennan handed her back to her laugh. The other party took a little, and he also got some heads, only watched them out of the unit building.

Ling Chennan hurriedly took the white to the elevator, and asked again: "How many floors?"

White eyes turn turned, press the floor with idle hand.

Ling Chennan asked again: "Why don't you talk to me?"

White looked at him and shook his head and shook his head.

Ling Chennan: "Don't want to say, still don't know what?"

White is still shaking his head.

Question: "Aren't it?"

Bai Hao refers to his mouth and shook his head again.

Ling Chennan provoked eyebrows, a little incredible: "Can you say? Why."

The elevator arrived, and Bai Hao took him to the leftmost house, stared at the door.

Ling Chen South Q: "Key?"

This time he didn't have much, simply reached out to the white jacket and his trouser pocket, and took the key and tried it, and went smoothly.

After entering the house, Bai Hao seems to be relaxed. Ling Chennan took the opportunity, and the other party immediately took a small sofa in the corner of the living room. Sitting on the carpet behind the coffee table, holding a yellow big pad next to a yellow big pad embedded.

Too strange, Ling Chen Nan wants to be like a wild cat who can't talk.

"Is it drinking water? Do you want to help you sell it?" All issues have no answer, and there is no way in Ling Chennan. "That ... I am gone?"

He walked to Baisheng, gently touched the other party's hair, thinking about it, helping him pull the curtain, raising the temperature of the heating, repeating: "Then I am gone?"

As the only one in the house, Ling Chennan didn't know that this is to say to Bai Hao or say it.

He knows that he has already poured too much about Bai Hao, spent too much time, and how to brainwash himself because it is serious, he has never doing this point of other patients.

Take him to eat, accompany him, and send him home.

Standing up and took a good coat, Ling Chennan also got a piece of this apartment - cold, furniture, no smoky fire.

He made a little gave up again and then put down the coat, went to the kitchen to burn hot water, and took the exocial delivery list on the refrigerator.

If you take a takeaway, you will go, Ling Chen is thinking, no, take a takeaway to go.

He pinched out the sold list, while calling back to the living room while calling, accidentally looked at the bedroom door next to half.

"Hey? Hey? Hello?" In the phone's handset, the company's inquiry, can be opened by the mouth, and it can't say a word.

He lifted the phone, the elbow was completely stale, although the person of the phone was hung by the response.

Ling Chennan walked to the door of the bedroom, gently push, the door opened without blocking.

The light of the corridor opens into a yellow triangle on the bedroom floor.

There is only one bed and a table in the bedroom, and the bed is full of large and small photos, note, notes, invoices on the wall. The time of the photo shoot is in the daytime. There is room in the background, and the only coincidence is - the only protagonist of the photo is unpredictable.

Ling Chennan is shaking, the knee is softly forward, staring at the latest shot in front of the front - that last night, I went down the taxi after eating a meal last night.

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1. CP is naturally a doctor and a patient, and the problem has not been thought - stop;

2. If there is a good night, if there is another thing, otherwise it will be more in the morning, this chapter (night) is not over.

[8th Week · Night 2]

I am laughing at the restaurant and friends, I am bored by the mobile phone when I brush the mobile phone, I don't have a photo of the beautiful bridge in the clinic, I have a photo of the small soldiers near the home ... No Just recently taken two months, some photos he also wear a short-sleeve wearing sunglasses. These recorded pictures have fallen to the leaves on the street until the road surface covers the snow.

The content of the whole wall, not only photos.

Ling Chennan recognized the online picture of the university's psychological lecture, and the blogged the blog of the unscrupulous, and his psychological discipline in the relevant forum used non-real names, the content is short, all print out, according to time Wire post on the wall.

More than this, there are more.

He recognized that he and Bai Hao went out to eat in the restaurant, as well as Bai Hao repeatedly "forgot" and gave his clothes, and the end was on a glass noodle picture frame.

There are countless books, the clear content is your own schedule, a few months, a few goes, what to wear, what to eat, go home, attach it to the relevant photo.

Ling Chennan fingertips are paralyzed, don't know