Su Qiao simply handed his hand forward. "My sleeves are quite clean. How about I lend them to you?"
"No... no need, I just... sand got into my eyes just now."
Han Feng was embarrassed, quickly turned his head away, and wiped the corners of his eyes with the back of his hand.
Su Qiao looked around.
In addition to small streams, there are mountains and forests, and the weather is a bit sultry and there is no wind.
"But there's no sand here, and there's no wind now."
[Host, can you stop being so straight? Can you bend it a little bit?]
444 covered his face and turned around.
I really can't see it anymore.
Su Qiao realized that he was too 'honest' and too disrespectful to the man, so he coughed twice to cover up. "Ahem, why don't you wash your face! Maybe a mosquito has flown in."
"I'll wash it off and it'll be fine soon."
Han Feng wanted to shrug his nose, but was too embarrassed, so he quickly squatted down and scooped up water.
Su Qiao simply found a stone by the stream and sat down, waiting patiently for him to calm down.
After a while, Han Feng sat down on another big rock next to her with some embarrassment, and silently stared at the increasingly darkening sky with her in a daze.
Su Qiao turned his head and said, "Think carefully now and see if there is anything wrong in your memory."
She wanted to find out how comprehensive these instilled memories were in his mind and whether there were any loopholes in them.
"Yeah."
Han Feng has accepted the fact that he was hypnotized, but now he no longer feels lonely or panicked.
It seems that with Su Qiao around, he can feel at ease.
"No wonder..." After thinking quietly for a while, he suddenly realized something and murmured involuntarily.
"What's the wonder?"
Although his voice was very low, Su Qiao who was close could still hear it with sharp ears.
Han Feng's expression suddenly became a little strange.
Not shy, but a little embarrassed and worried.
Su Qiao saw that he refused to say anything and said seriously, "Now you are a patient, and I am your professional psychiatrist, so you can't hide anything from me. Do you understand?"
"I..."
Han Feng opened his mouth, but for a moment he didn't know whether he should say anything.
In other words, he was worried about whether he would offend her if he said it.
"Ahem, I told you, you must not laugh at me or be afraid of me."
Now Su Qiao is even more curious.
"Do you think I'm a frightened person? I've been crawling and rolling alone for so many years, what kind of storms have I never seen?"
Han Feng hesitated for a moment, then whispered, "Actually, from waking up to now, I have always felt that there is another person living in my body, just like the one played on TV, Dissociative Identity Disorder."
Su Qiao was shocked.
Dissociative Identity Disorder?
Can't it be true?
It's over.
"Why do you think so?"
Han Feng was a little embarrassed, and his face turned slightly red.
"Because, because every time I want to help others, there seems to be a voice in my head stopping me and laughing at me for being stupid."
"That's it?"
The person who instilled memories in him probably wanted to 'make' him into a stupid coward who didn't know how to fight back when bullied.
Moreover, he 'fabricated' his identity as the son of a pig-killer in the countryside, and even cut his hair into a mess and made his clothes look like a dirty beggar. They probably wanted to belittle him, tease and torture him.
And his own personality may be the opposite. He is never kind-hearted, and may even be very strong and ruthless.
Therefore, due to his original personality, when he wants to help others and do good things, he will always have this sense of contradiction and contradiction.