"Um."

Duanmuya nodded, "He finally found out that he was wrong."

Xiao Bailu said expectantly: "Then would he be willing to take medicine afterwards?"

Duanmu Yawang shook his head.

"Ah? Why?" Little Bailu was puzzled.

"The side effects of the medicine are very big, and it will have a great impact on life and career."

"Then he has been sick all the time, wouldn't the impact be greater?"

Duanmu Yawang rubbed his head and said with a smile: "He found a good way to overcome him. Didn't he have hallucinations? Every time she sees a stranger, she will ask familiar people. What he sees Are people real?"

"what!"

Little Bailu widened his eyes in surprise: "Yes, this is great!"

"Um."

Duanmu Yawang nodded.

This is actually a film adapted from a real event. She can watch it every once in a while and feel that the protagonist in it is strong and great.

Little Bailu bit his finger, frowned for a moment, pointed to the room and whispered, "Will Song Xiyao take medicine also have such side effects?"

"He is caused by hallucinogenic drugs. Eliminate the hallucinogens a little bit, and then adjust his disordered perceptions, and he will be well soon." He is actually different from the protagonist of the movie.

"That's good."

The little white deer breathed a sigh of relief.

He heard Duanmu Yawang say that, he always felt that schizophrenia was too terrible. If such a young teenager became such a person, it would be almost ruined in his life.

When they said this, they heard a sound of footsteps.

Duanmu Ya looked up and saw that Song Yiyao took a weak young man's shoulders and walked out of the room.

She watched and stood up.

As soon as she stood up, the teenager saw her.

His tired eyes froze.

Staring blankly at Duanmuya.

Song Yiyao was worried that he would be mad when he saw strangers repelling him, but the young man stared at Duanmu Ya, his lips lightly lifted: "I, I have seen you."

"Um?"

Duanmu Ya looked startled, afraid of scaring the young man, curled her lips and smiled: "Are you talking about me?"

The young man stared at her closely and nodded.

He nodded seriously.

Duanmu Ya looked at her brows and frowned without a trace.

The boy added a sentence at this moment: "You were still talking to me, there were many people around, you..."

The more Song Yiyao listened, his brows frowned. He felt that his brother was starting to talk nonsense this time, and subconsciously corrected him as usual: "Xiao Yao, this is Duanmu Yawang, the first time he appeared... "

Duanmu Yawang interrupted him. She took two steps forward and asked the young man with a smile: "Maybe I forgot. Where did you meet me?"

The boy stared at her blankly and shook his head in confusion, "I don't know a place, but it's beautiful."

"Is it?"

Duanmuya smiled and continued to chat with him: "Have you seen me once?"

"I don't remember." The boy shook his head with a bewildered face, but insisted: "But I must have seen you."

Uh!

Little Bailu sighed, raised his forehead speechlessly, and whispered to Duanmu Yawang's heart softly: "Song Xiyao saw that there were no problems. As soon as he chatted, all problems were exposed. His problem is not small."

Duanmu Yawang hadn't spoken yet, the boy also walked two steps forward, came to Duanmu Yawang, stared at her for a while, and suddenly reached out and touched her hair.

Then he smiled.

The smile is innocent and joyful, really like a carefree teenager.

Seeing the boy's smile, Song Yiyao was startled.

He has hardly smiled like this since his brother was sick.

When he touched Duanmu Yawang, she was also taken aback, but she did not reject a teenager, she said warmly: "The first time I saw such a black hair?"

The boy frowned and corrected her: "How can it be the first time I have seen you before?"

His logical thinking is very clear.

Song Yiyao's head hurt again as he listened to his brother's words.

Since his younger brother was ill, every time Song Xiyao talked nonsense, his brain was tense, and then he was prone to slight headaches.

Duanmu Yawang noticed his subtle movements.

Families of patients with schizophrenia will always be affected. And the more you care, the easier it is to be affected.

But she didn't say anything, she reached out and patted Song Yiyao's back lightly, pushing him away.

Song Yiyao didn't know what she meant, and he pondered for a moment. There was nothing he could do, but he decided to trust her more, so he respected her and took two steps back.

Duanmu Yawang looked at Xiaonian and asked him: "Then do you know my name?"

The young man frowned and closed his eyes and thought seriously.

After thinking for a while, he opened his eyes and shook his head, "Forgot."

"It doesn't matter, let me tell you, my name is Duanmu Yawang."

"Yes, that's the name!" The young man smiled with joy on his face. He pulled Duanmu Yawang's hand impolitely, and exulted: "My teacher dreamed of you. I thought the dream was fake!"

Duanmuya looked at her eyes slightly, "Dreaming about me?"

"Yes." The boy smiled and nodded, "I have seen it several times in my dream. We were talking at that time, but every time we couldn't understand what you were talking about, now we can finally hear it clearly."

Song Yiyao sighed secretly with condensed eyebrows.

Generally, when he heard his brother speak such nonsense, he couldn't help refuting his brother and reasoned with him. For example, he was so old and stayed by his side all the time. He must have never seen Duanmu Yawang.

And Duanmu Yawang was also the first time to come to Banish Street, and it was impossible to meet him.

However, Duanmu Yawang's foreword came first, and he could not say anything.

Duanmu Yawang looked at the teenager and smiled, nodded, and changed the subject, "Are you going to go out just now?"

Song Yiyao was about to speak, and Song Xiyao smiled and said, "Brother said this is his new place. I have always wanted to come to Eighth Street, but my brother has not let me come, so I want to look around."

Duanmu Yawang looked at the young man. Now he has swept away a lot of haze compared to when he first went out, and his whole person seemed a lot more alive.

Song Yiyao also noticed this change in his younger brother.

He thought it was a little bit magical, but also a little weird.

Duanmu Yawang invited the young man and said, "I'm here for the first time. Why don't we walk together?"

"good."

The boy smiled, and said to Song Yiyao with his eyes sideways: "Brother, can you lead the way?"

Song Yiyao was startled for a moment, then nodded: "Okay."

Song Yiyao took them forward.

In fact, Song Yiyao, the eighth street, don’t care, it’s not too big, but there are also small bridges and flowing water, as well as pavilions and six pavilions. Head to Song Yi Yao said: "Brother, it's different."

"Um?"

Song Yiyao didn't understand what his brother meant for a while.

Song Xiyao frowned and said, "It's different from what I imagined. I remember that it's a lot more beautiful here. The birds and flowers are very beautiful, and this one is almost the same as the others."

Song Yiyao felt that his brother was talking nonsense again, but he didn't say anything, and said with a smile: "The season is not right now, why is the fragrance of birds and flowers also spring and autumn, right?"

With that said, he turned his eyes and glanced at the deacon who was not too close behind him.

The Shishi immediately understood that he would transform this place as soon as possible. After the spring and summer season, this place would naturally become the same place as the young master had in his mind.

"It's not like this." The young man curled his eyebrows, anxiously between his eyebrows: "Everything here is wrong! Don't worry about it in Eighth Street, it shouldn't be like this, brother, are you lying to me!"

Song Yiyao was a little lost. He remembered what Duanmu Yawang had said, and didn't dare to correct his brother casually, so he had to look at Duanmu Yawang for help.

Duanmu Yawang stretched out his hand to hold the young man's wrist and asked him, "You always wanted to come to Eighth Street?"

"Um!"

The boy was really changed the subject and nodded solemnly to her, "I have dreamt several times that when I come to Eighth Street, many things will become very beautiful, and I always feel that many things that I expect can be realized in my heart. "

After that, she smiled sharply at her: "I think it's really right, you are here."

Duanmu Yawang was taken aback, and felt that something was starting to become uncertain.

Song Yiyao had a terrible headache and resisted not speaking.

He cared for his grown-up, loved him so much that he didn't want him to be wronged at all, and was praised for being clever since he was a child. He turned into a gibberish person.

This was something he couldn't bear, and he couldn't admit it.