Uncle Nine, where are you running to?

Chapter 299 She is sick

Zhu Jiu: Hello, I seem to have gotten into trouble again.

Doudou: I see.

【Zhu Jiu: She told you everything?】

Doudou: No, she didn't say anything. I figured it out myself.

Doudou raised his phone and took a picture of Jingzhi, who was sitting by the swimming pool and looking at the sky, outside the glass door, bathed in moonlight.

Attach the picture, upload it, and start typing.

[Doudou: Here, take a look for yourself.]

[Doudou: He asked me to come over and watch TV with him, but he ran out to look at the moon.

ps: She has been watching for more than an hour. 】

Zhu Jiu gently stroked the light gray figure on the screen and pursed his lips.

Did his approach really make her so resistant?

Perhaps, only by resolving the fear in her heart can he get what he wants.

Zhu Jiu: I understand. You live nearby, so please spend more time with her when you have time.

Doudou was holding his phone, confused.

He knows what he knows.

"Snapped!"

Hearing the sound of mosquito swatting coming from outside again, Doudou took out the electric mosquito swatter and toilet water and went out.

"Here, wipe it yourself."

She put the toilet water on the white round table next to Jingzhi, and then turned on the electric mosquito swatter.

"Crackle...sizzle...pee...pop!"

Bluish-purple flashes lit up in the darkness, and the smell of burnt mosquitoes hit me in the face.

Jing Zhiqing couldn't help but frown.

"Smelly."

Doudou rolled his eyes: "You know it stinks, but you're still sitting here? Why don't you go in?"

"Nothing." Jingzhi bent her legs and scratched the mosquito bite on her calf. "I need some fresh air."

"Why do you have to vent for over an hour?"

As she spoke, she secretly sent a text message to Zhu Jiu behind Jingzhi.

[Please don't make any noise from your end. I'm trying to get a feel for it.]

After sending the text message, Doudou called Zhu Jiu and then placed the phone upside down on the table.

Looking at the incoming call from Doudou on the screen, Zhu Jiu's fingertips twitched slightly. Finally, he couldn't resist the temptation and clicked the answer button, then put his ear close to the call and listened quietly...

Doudou pulled over a white iron chair and sat down behind Jingzhi. While unscrewing the lid of the floral water, he asked her:

"Sister Jingzhi, do you feel that Second Uncle likes you?"

When the warm fingertips touched the mosquito bite on the back of her neck, Jingzhi simply supported herself on the table with one hand and sat up, then used the hairband on her wrist to tie her white hair into a bun.

"I put it on my back. It's so itchy."

The noise she made just now almost scared Doudou to death.

Jingzhi's left little finger was only a few centimeters away from her mobile phone.

Doudou held her breath and reached out to take her phone back, but Jingzhi interrupted her and put one arm on the table, propping up her face and sighing:

"I'm not blind, I know."

What does she know?

Is Sister Jingzhi pointing at her?

Doudou was very panicked.

"I know he likes me, but... I can't accept him without any reservations."

Doudou: Oh my god, she almost scared me to death. I thought Sister Jingzhi was trying to please her. It’s not easy to be a fan leader!

She opened Jingzhi's suspenders and applied floral water to her, while trying to get her to say:

"Why? Second Uncle isn't bad looking, he has a car and a house, and he treats you very well.

And about the condom thing, you can't really blame him, he's just a victim. Look at him, he's even more of a homebody than me, he's not the type to play around at all."

Jingzhi smiled and turned back to complain about Doudou:

"You, you can't wait to go out and play every day, how can you compare with him."

"If young people don't go out and have fun more, they won't be able to play when they get old." Doudou gently rubbed her shoulders and changed the subject. "You haven't answered my question yet. We are good sisters. You won't even tell me this, right?"

Jingzhi paused, as if to avoid her questioning, and turned her face away.

"I really can't tell you. I know he's fine. I hope he can continue to be fine for the next few decades. That's enough."

Doudou was a little confused.

Why can't I tell her?

Can't I even mention it?

"You make it so complicated. Just tell me whether you like him or not. If you like him, then be together. If you don't, then break up. It's that simple."

Jingzhi looked at the pale moonlight quietly.

The explosion in the last few seconds of the previous life seemed to be reflected in his pupils.

"It's not that simple."

Her voice was very soft, as soft as an elusive breeze.

Doudou stared at the back of her head.

He slowly frowned.

Jingzhi...Did something happen in the past that left you with psychological trauma?

“biu——bang!”

In the quiet villa complex, someone suddenly set off fireworks.

As soon as the sound was heard, Doudou touched Jingzhi's hand on the side of his arm, and was tightly grasped by Jingzhi's cold hand.

She immediately closed her eyes and surrendered, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it's my fault..."

Before she could finish her words, she was startled by Jingzhi's abnormality.

Her forehead was covered in cold sweat. She held her head high, her eyes fixed on the fireworks that kept exploding in the dark sky, and her fingertips were trembling slightly.

"Go in...I'm going in!"

Doudou, who thought that the eavesdropping had been discovered, opened his mouth slightly, turned his head and looked at Jingzhi who walked quickly into the house and rushed straight to the second floor, with a confused look on his face.

"What's up with her?"

Zhu Jiu's worried voice came softly from the phone on the table.

"I don't have time to tell you. She doesn't seem right. I think she might have some post-traumatic stress disorder. Let's talk later. I'll go check on her first!"

Before Zhu Jiu could react, the call was hung up.

He immediately sat up in bed.

I went to the computer that hadn't been used for a century and typed a few words into the search box.

Post-traumatic stress disorder.

The results that pop up are so dense and shocking to read, and none of them are good.

Post-traumatic stress disorder (also known as PTSD) is a severe stress disorder caused by intense mental stress such as sudden catastrophic events or natural disasters.

It is common in high-risk groups such as concentration camp survivors, victims of natural disasters, and veterans.

The main symptoms of PTSD are:

Re-experiencing the trauma, heightened vigilance, and avoidance or numbing.

Avoidance can be divided into conscious and unconscious avoidance.

Conscious avoidance is manifested by not thinking about the relevant people or things as much as possible.

Unconscious avoidance can manifest as selective forgetting of everything related to the traumatic event, or it can manifest as keeping oneself busy, such as working or studying non-stop.

Zhu Jiu was stunned when he read the line about common people.

Concentration camp survivor?

Victim of a natural disaster?

Or a veteran?

Considering their first meeting and Jingzhi's body covered in blood and traces of baptism by fire, Zhu Jiu is more inclined to the first and third options.

Zhu Jiu had reason to suspect that her ex-boyfriend died in the gunfight.

Otherwise, why would she always emphasize to him that he must be well?

He felt that Jingzhi had all the main symptoms of PTSD.

I like him, but I push him away again and again, as if I want to push him away from a dangerous area.

She was very alert and broke into his room for several days in a row. At that time, he thought she came in specifically to tuck him in, or that she had some strange habit.

Now it seems that she was doing it to ensure his safety.

Including the sound of the fireworks explosion just now, it is very likely that she will fall into the previous nightmare and be unable to extricate herself.

And she always keeps herself busy, working non-stop and working until after eleven o'clock every day. This is also a form of escape and anxiety.

Zhu Jiu leaned back heavily in his chair, grabbing his hair, wishing he could punch himself.

Why didn't he find out sooner?

And he kept causing trouble for her.

……

On the other side, Doudou was knocking on Jingzhi's door anxiously.

"Sister? Sister Jingzhi? What's wrong with you?"

"Open the door and let me in. You can talk to me about anything!"

The room was silent.

There was no one on the bed.

But she could be heard sobbing softly from the closet.

At this time, Jingzhi was sitting barefoot and curled up in the closet, holding Xiao Yujiu, who she had pulled off the paperweight, tightly in her arms, and kept mumbling something.

"Don't be afraid, Jiu. I will protect you."

"Hide here and you won't be bombed."

As he spoke later, Tinker's words gradually became three repeated words.

"sorry Sorry……"

It's my fault that I didn't protect you well.