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Jiang Yao has suffered from autism since childhood.
Like a plant, quiet and well-behaved, not interested in anything and not in pain.
His parents were worried and took him everywhere to seek medical treatment, but nothing improved.
Just pull him up carefully.
One day when he was 20 years old, he suddenly disappeared.
Jiang Yao has been missing for a whole year. His family and the police have used all their strength to find his whereabouts.
A year later, he suddenly appeared at the door of his house, dressed in rags.
There was blood on him. The DNA does not belong to him.
Jiang Yao mysteriously disappeared and appeared again, and Jiang Yao lost all his memories of that year.
But suddenly he was willing to talk.
Can cry, can laugh, can express "I want".
Although he is still taciturn, he is close to a normal person.
His parents cried with joy and asked him how he could be willing to communicate.
Jiang Yao looked in the mirror and said:
"There is a voice in my heart that keeps telling me that the world is a beautiful place and that I should live well."
The voice in his heart has been accompanying him and encouraging him.
Even when he was involved in a strange incident, he gently told him:
"Close your eyes and let me come."
Jiang Yao trusted that voice unconditionally.
Therefore, when the smelly and slimy fishmen grabbed his ankles and dragged him into the deep sea, when the group of pale and skinny corpses pushed him to the cliff.
He would close his eyes obediently.
Count in your mind, one, two, three.
When he counted to a hundred, he opened his eyes and saw broken corpses all around him.
And he himself stood in front of a bush.
In her hand, she held the most beautiful rose.
Jiang Yao always thought that he was just mentally ill and had a second personality.
Until one day, he passed by a high-end tailor-made suit shop.
He never wore a suit, so he unconsciously touched the smooth and soft high-quality fabrics.
For a moment, he recalled the sweaty and sticky skin and the feeling of being nestled in someone's arms.
——It turns out that he once had a lover.
"I want to go back, to the deepest and darkest abyss."
"Get you back."
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Lin Jianyuan, 25 years old, is a social worker. Ever since I fainted after working overtime and was sent to the hospital, I have seen many strange things every day.
Such as the vines emerging from the pupils of my colleagues' eyeballs.
For example, the boss ruptured his trachea and spit out a frog during a meeting.
For example, after commuting for 2 hours, I finally got home from get off work and opened the door with my tired body, only to find a pink independent digestive system opening and closing its mouth with a smile and saying to him:
You are back.
Do you take a shower and eat first, or me?
Lin Jianyuan: Isn't it still raw when you act like this? How do you eat it?
Lin Jianyuan suspected that his brain was burned out. When he went to the hospital, the doctor said that he might be too tired from work and stayed up too late to have hallucinations.
Doctor: Don't feel any psychological pressure. Just relax.
Lin Jianyuan breathed a sigh of relief: It turns out I am mentally ill.
After being diagnosed with mental illness, Lin Jianyuan became energetic.
A colleague said that his eyes were getting blurry when looking at the computer and he felt like he was going blind. He used his backhand to pull out the squeaking vines. My colleague's eyes, which take up half of his face, have become dazzling again, and he can now work passionately on the computer with 31 fingers.
The boss had to have a meeting after get off work, and the little mouth on his throat kept spitting out frogs. Lin Jianyuan caught them in a net and took the frogs all over the floor back for extra meals, which he treated as overtime pay in kind. The digestive system said it was okay after eating, and would rub him with his throat at night, making him wet and cold like some kind of reptile. Cute.
... Yes, even the unfamiliar digestive system at home seemed more and more cute to him the more he looked at it. One day I even started to think, well, I have a mouth after all. A kiss?
Lin Jianyuan gradually came to terms with his mental illness, and his life was getting better and better.
Until one day, the Special Heresy Administration came to his door and asked him in shock:
Did you tear the A-level heretic [Eye Vine] into pieces?
Did you kill the S-class heretic [Vomit]? ?
Lin Jianyuan: Heresy? What heresy? You say my colleague and boss are heretics, then what is my digestive system wife?
Lin Jianyuan pulled out his wife who was shyly hiding behind him.
Administration: ...
Super S-class alert! Requesting support from high-level combatants! Regional severe pollution warning! Disperse the civilians! Disperse the civilians! Disperse the civilians! ! !
Lin Jianyuan:?
It turns out I'm not mentally ill.
But Lin Jianyuan thought for a while and thought that his wife was still his wife. After all, he had kissed her on the lips. He protected his wife behind him and said: Baby, don't be afraid. I protect you.
A huge flesh-red shadow is revealing its true form: ... Hmm. (Shy)
So the management office watched helplessly as the pollution level on the instrument disappeared instantly.
Authority:?
No, wife? ? ?
Do you call that super S-class heretic [Evil Realm] your wife? !
1. My wife is the attacker
2. This article is also called "My Digestive System [Love]"
Purpose: We must adhere to the bottom line of being a human being at all times.
