Restricted Doomsday Syndrome

Zuo Jiang stayed at my house, just in the room where Saki night lived in, that is, my bedroom.

The room still has the atmosphere of Misaki. Her clothes and toys are kept in their original positions intact. Even after Misaki left home, I did not change it because of some emotional drive. Every time I enter the room, I think that maybe when I come home from school one day, Miyaki will suddenly appear at the door, and while smiling, I put the soup casserole on the dining table.

"I'm back? Today's dish is not a snack bought in a supermarket." Similar phantom sounds seem to be lingering in my ears.

However, if you keep the room as it was when Sakuya left, it may not be so simple for Zuo Jiang to live in. Misaki is an important person, and so is Zuo Jiang, and their existence is no different.

Unfortunately, this house is larger than the average family, but for girls who come in boarding one after another, it seems stretched.

The parents' bedroom cannot be moved, nor can the guest stay in the study. I couldn't help feeling very distressed.

"It's okay, I'll use this room, Sakuya's things won't be disturbed." Zuo Jiangshan smiled empathetically, "I haven't seen such a lovely room in a long time, and it's really a young and pleasant girl, really Nostalgic. "

Is it nostalgic? Her words made me wonder what kind of situation is the place where Zuojiang is now? Zhenjiang is a serious illness in a mental hospital. Of course, Zuo Jiang, who is the same as her, also lives in a mental hospital. How do they see the environment around them?

Nevertheless, whether Fujiang or Zuojiang knows that they are the product of split personality, they can't see the slightest mental patient, let alone the so-called "serious illness" in the wanted order.

The same is true when Zuo Jiang voluntarily admitted that he was a personality splitter. As far as I know, the pathological manifestations of personality splitters are usually trance, depression and sluggishness, very sensitive to light and sound, and have a slight self-mutilation and weariness phenomenon. However, these performances are almost invisible to this woman.

Mentally ill patients who can self-understand? And still a master of psychology?

Counterintuitive heresy exists.

It is really difficult to make people feel realistic.

However, this seems to be the case.

"When did Zuo Jiang's personality split?" I asked by the door.

"When? I can't remember, but I was born around seven years old."

I didn't ask her why she appeared. Judging from her external temperament, it's about craving emotions such as maternal love.

However, her answer prompted a very important message-Zuo Jiang is not an ontological personality.

"Zuo Jiang, who is your body? Fu Jiang?"

"It is Zhenjiang." She said lightly: "Fujiang was born when he entered the end of the illusion, and is the youngest sister."

I am not familiar with Zhenjiang. The only time I saw her was on the wanted order posted in various residential areas. The first impression is a sharp and dangerous character, but whether this feeling is all of her or one of them can not be judged. It is not clear whether he can accept the existence of Zhenjiang.

But since Zhenjiang is the main body, I will meet one day sooner or later.

If it is said that there is no unrest, it must be a lie, but the uneasiness does not come from fear and unrecognition, but from overwhelmed by the unknown side of the person close to you.

Therefore, I just whispered "Oh".

Zuo Jiang took the axe out of his travel bag and placed it next to the bedside table where he could reach with his hand. She also carefully re-arranged the things in the room that were not her own. After she took it easy, the room where the girlish atmosphere remained suddenly exuded an inorganic and orderly atmosphere.

Clearly has a lot of decoration, but it is reminiscent of the word "monotone".

Seems to change words such as “prison” and “hospital” into entities.

From this point, we have answered the previous questions.

They have been living in this environment for a long time, so that it is difficult to return to the habit of forming a habit.

Although I know that it is a meaningless idea, I still can't help but think, how can a human being endure such a room for a long time?

Zuo Jiang stretched out his waist with satisfaction. The thin suspender dress seemed to be propped up by the mature posture, creating a translucent illusion. In fact, through the light of the incandescent lamp, the outline of the underwear can be seen slightly, and I can't help turning away my eyes with some blush.

"What are you thinking with your head down?" Zuo Jiang's voice came, followed by a burst of laughter. "Don't Achuan have seen this body? In the end of the illusion."

"I don't have that kind of memory!"

"Then I will remind you for free, Fu Jiang said you can touch it casually."

"Long word, who is rare."

"Otherwise, how about taking a shower together?" Zuo Jiang unexpectedly suggested, "It is a rare experience for a boy of Achuan age? Can you boast with other boys?"

I actually wanted to agree very much, but I couldn't say anything at all. I felt too shameful and could only look at Zuo Jiang with great embarrassment. Zuo Jiang covered his mouth with the back of his hand and gave a soft puff.

I almost want to dig a hole and drill down.

Just as I turned to escape, Zuo Jiang walked up lightly to hold my arm. Her body clung to her, undulating curves, soft touch, instantly penetrated the clothes, spread on the skin, and felt like being electrocuted.

"Let's go, I won't use Achuan's bathroom, you have to explain it to me." Zuo Jiang's breath in his ear, like the sight of a snake-haired banshee, made my limbs become Lack of lubricating oil.

Is actually the bathroom of other people, where do I need to explain? But such words will never be spoken.

Zuo Jiang pulled me into the bathroom half-handedly, and praised the beauty of the bathroom with exaggerated words, while pretending to be a newcomer who would not even open the faucet. I let her play with it like wood, and in a blink of an eye she was stripped of her clothes.

Zuo Jiang threw the clothes I took off far away, and when I reacted, only a relief voice lingered in my head.

Ah, I can't run away.

While I was stunned, Zuojiang suddenly turned on the faucet, and the lukewarm water line caught me off guard from the sprinkler. I wiped off the water stains on my face, and when I opened my eyes, I saw the suspender dress on her body slipping down her feet, revealing eye-catching curves.

The healthy muscle color is slightly rosy, and it seems to be coated with honey oil, and it is smooth and non-sticky.

The dark purple silk underwear biased towards the black line is obviously very large in size, but it still seems to be unable to restrain the flesh color of the peaks and mountains.

I suddenly felt that my body became hot, and the rushing blood rushed to the head, violently impacting the pouring channel, and the lower body became embarrassed, I had to press it with a towel.

I want to lean my head, but my neck is stiff and stiff in that direction.

Zuo Jiang didn't care about the burning eyes of the boys. He took off his underwear with his hands and throbbed his chest. UU reading www.uukanshu.com She gently flicked the short hair behind her head and walked to my side with the towel.

"Achuan, I'll wash it for you first, and then you will wash it for me." She didn't laugh at me like an ostrich, and returned to her usual gentle and virtuous voice, which gradually eased my sharply beating heart.

"Me, I'm coming ..."

Before I finished speaking, Zuo Jiang turned around while holding my shoulder. With her back to her, I couldn't see the mature carcass and her expression. I felt relieved.

Her movements brought up different rhythm sounds, and turned into a concrete image in my brain. The water of the showerhead gradually stopped, the cold shampoo poured onto my hair, and slender fingers were inserted through the hairline over and over again.

Is gentle, meticulous, and comfortable enough to make you want to sleep.

The skin touched from time to time has a strange touch.

I don't know whether it's the scent of shampoo or the scent of Zuo Jiang's body, which is confused in the air.

Came a soft humming sound in his ear.

"The first word is dream,

From a deep sleep,

Quietly brought out my inner secret.

The second word is wind,

Let me swing my wings and fly towards God ’s arms,

Count the sad past that has passed away,

Another golden apple fell.

The third word is hope,

I woke up on a cold night,

Does anyone remember my name?

Who is waiting when and where?

Until the body rots, the distant future ... "

An unknown song, but it has the peace and warmth that soaked in the heart.

Is like returning to her mother, wrapped in peace, and I closed my eyes.