Chapter 132 You should be honest with your friends The office was in chaos. Dean Qu was still crying, but when Qin Huai pushed in the door, his tears dried up in fright, and he hurriedly tried to put on gloves for Qu Jing. As soon as I picked up the gloves, I felt that the first priority was to roll down the sleeves. In a hurry, he used too much force. Dean Qu pressed the gauze on Qu Jing's hand. The pain caused Qu Jing to shrink his hand. Dean Qu was so frightened that he quickly let go. After completing the operation, Dean Qu finally held the half-knitted colorful woolen gloves in his hands and stood forward, trying to block Qu Jing behind him. Unlike Dean Qu who was doing this and that in a hurry. One moment he wished he could grow eight hands, and the next moment he wished he was meters tall and weighed 280 centimeters and could block Qu Jing behind him like a wall. Jing didn't respond. The moment Qin Huai came in, she subconsciously retracted her hand behind her. When she realized that Qin Huai's gaze had fallen on her and she couldn't cover it, she lowered her head and retracted her hand in resignation. And Qin Huai showed the best acting skills in his life. Qin Huai pretended that he really came in to find Dean Qu. He was slightly shocked at first, but he concealed it well without showing too much surprise. He glanced at Qu Jing's arm, and then quickly looked away, pretending to be something else. As if nothing had happened, he calmly waited for Dean Qu to finish what he had just done, and then spoke slowly. "Dean Qu, we have all the materials ready. We are just waiting for the children to come over and make buns together. I will come to you to pick up the documents."
Every word Qin Huai said was drawn out very long, sounding like a cautious statement made after careful consideration. Dean Qu breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Qin Huai was willing to pretend to be stupid. He looked at Qu Jing worriedly and hesitated for a few seconds, as if he had made some kind of determination. "I'll go get the children. I'll bring the documents to you when you leave, Xiao Qin, so as not to dirty the document bag." "Jingjing... please greet Xiao Qin for me. Go... go... pour him a cup of tea... no, yes... yes... yes, I'll call someone, and you can help greet him." Then Dean Qu left. There was wind under my feet, and I left without looking back, as if I was afraid that I would not be able to leave the office if I hesitated for a second. Qu Jing and Qin Huai were the only two people left in the office. Qin Huai knew that the time had come to test his favorability. He believed that Qu Jing's glutinous rice cakes, jujube yam cakes, and tangerine peel tea were not in vain during this period, and her chatting with the elders was not in vain. Qu Jing didn't speak or cover her arms. The two of them just stood quietly in the office. The air was silent and deathly silent. "Will you come to the cafeteria tomorrow?" Qin Huai asked proactively, "I'm making glutinous rice cakes stuffed with date paste and yam, but you may have to come later and wait until I go back to make the rice cakes. Tomorrow's rice cakes will probably not be eaten until eight or nine in the morning." "And I will most likely not be able to get up tomorrow morning and will go to work late." Qu Jing raised her head, wanting to see if Qin Huai was pretending to be calm and changing the subject, or if he was really relaxed. She looked at Qin Huai's expression for a full minute or two, then asked with trembling lips: "Don't you think it's scary?" "It's quite scary." Qin Huai nodded. Qu Jing finally breathed a sigh of relief and bit her lips, making her already bloodless lips even paler. "I don't have a UV allergy at all." Qin Huai said: "I can guess it, and I have already guessed it." Qu Jing poured Qin Huai a glass of water, motioned Qin Huai to sit down, slowly took off the glove on his other hand, rolled up the sleeve to expose his skin.
Hands that were also covered in scars, with new injuries stacked on top of old ones. "I've been like this since I was very young." Qu Jing said, "I can't remember the specific day. I just remember that there was a math test in elementary school when I didn't get a perfect score. I was very angry, very sad, and hated myself very much. ” "I don't know why I was so sad. I didn't sleep that night. I sneaked into the kitchen and made a deep cut on my arm with a knife. Blood flowed all over the floor." "By the time I realized what I had done, I had already bled a lot. I wiped the blood from my hands on the floor while it was dripping. I knew I couldn't hide it, so I went to find Dean Qu." "She took me to a small clinic to bandage my wounds and bought me candy to make me happy, but it was of no use. Since then, when I didn't do well in exams, couldn't write my homework, or felt like I was When I don’t learn well, I will think about the feeling when the knife stabbed my arm that day.” "It hurts, but the pain makes me awake, makes me happy, and makes me calm." "I started to get out of control. I couldn't control myself. Many times I felt like I was unconscious when I was holding the knife. Then when I started to realize what I had done, my hands were covered in blood.” "At first, Director Qu even took me to a small clinic. Later, she didn't dare to take me to the clinic. She bought a medical kit and learned bandaging." "She didn't understand what mental illness was. She thought I was being bullied at school. She bought me candies, cakes, dolls, and new clothes. She knitted me a lot of gloves and bought a lot of long sleeves to help me. I covered the wounds on my body and called the teacher to tell him that I couldn’t go to the sun and didn’t have to go to physical education class.” "But people still saw it. One time after class, I didn't wear my gloves properly and a classmate saw the scars on my hands. He was shocked. When the teacher found out, he thought I had been abused in the orphanage and called the police." "I was already in junior high school at that time. The police told Dean Qu that I might have a mental problem, and Dean Qu took me to see a psychiatrist." "Is it useful?" Qin Huai asked. Qu Jing shook her head: "I've been prescribed medicine, and I take a lot of medicine every day, but I still can't control myself." "I don't know why, I can't explain clearly. When I was in junior high school, my classmates said I was a monster, and then I transferred to another school." Qu Jing looked at the scar on her hand: "I'm very happy, Qin Huai, that you... along with Sister Hong and Mr. Luo care so much about me and are willing to be friends with me. My mood has been very stable during this period, and I haven't hurt myself again for a long time. ” "I thought I was fine." "But a few days ago, I saw a patient with Alzheimer's disease in the outpatient clinic. His condition was already very serious. His granddaughter has obviously gone to college, but in his memory, her granddaughter was still a junior high school student. Every afternoon Called my son and asked him to pick up his granddaughter from school.” "He was not treated in our hospital before. His son came to my outpatient clinic because he felt the patient was too annoying and asked me if there was anything I could do to make his father feel better." "There's nothing I can do." "After I went back that night, I was very irritable. I looked at the papers on the computer and couldn't read a single word. I hated my own incompetence, my own uselessness, and my hatred that I obviously focused on this direction but I couldn't cure anything. A patient can only control the progression of the disease.” "When I started to feel better, my arm looked like this again." Qu Jing looked at Qin Huai: "Maybe my classmate is right, I am a monster." Qin Huai could only remain silent, he didn't know what to say. What could he say? He knew that the reason why Qu Jing did this was probably because of her obsession. She couldn't remember the previous memory and had forgotten the reason for doing so, but her body and consciousness, or the instinct of a spirit to save herself, reminded her in this way to let her save herself. But as Chen Huihong said, the authorities are obsessed with it. Even if he said so, Qu Jing would not believe it. Qin Huai picked up the gloves on the table and handed them to Qu Jing. "Let's go make buns. The children in the orphanage should already be working. We two can't be lazy." Qu Jing forced out a smile: "Thank you."
"Will you tell Sister Hong and Mr. Luo?" Qu Jing asked. "Do you want me to tell them?" Qin Huai asked. Qu Jing thought for a while and nodded: "Tell me, Mr. Luo is so smart, you can't deceive him by lying in front of him." "And if Mother Qu doesn't mind knowing that all my friends know my secret, she should be a little happier." "She has been blaming herself for these years. She feels that she delayed me by not taking me to see a psychiatrist as soon as possible, and that's why I became like this." "The person I feel most sorry for is her, and I don't want to make her more sad." Qu Jing put on her gloves, put down her sleeves, put on a mask, and returned to her previous appearance. "Let's go make some buns." (End of chapter)
