So, she felt compassion and gave him those candles, with many warnings: "They can be used for heating, but don't play with fire."

Qin Baozhu treasured the candle in his hand.

After saying goodbye reluctantly, Qin Baizhi returned to the small courtyard.

When Qin's mother saw this, she didn't say anything, she just asked Aunt Zhao to bring her a bowl of ginger tea.

That night, Qin Baizhi did not sleep peacefully, and Qin Baozhu's thin and dirty figure was always in his mind.

In the middle of the night, Qin Baizhi vaguely heard the sound of gongs and drums.

"It's on fire! The west courtyard is on fire!"

what? !

Isn’t the West Courtyard exactly where Qin Baozhu lives?

Could it be...

Qin Baizhi got excited, grabbed his clothes and ran out.

I saw the fire in the west courtyard soaring into the sky. The servants were just carrying buckets to put out the fire outside, but no one went in to save anyone.

"Go in and save people! My brother is still inside!"

However, the servants looked at her with strange expressions, and no one moved.

Yes, who is willing to risk his life to save a fool!

Qin Baizhi gritted his teeth, picked up a bucket and poured water on himself. When he got wet, he rushed inside.

At this time, Qin's mother, who arrived panting, grabbed her.

"Bai Zhi, no!"

Qin Baizhi's eyes were so anxious that his eyes were red: "Brother is still in there!"

At this time, Qin's mother couldn't care about anything else and shouted directly: "Your brother died when he was six years old!"

Qin Baizhi's head was buzzing, and his blood quickly cooled down.

died……

died? !

If Qin Baozhu died at the age of six, who was the Qin Baozhu she saw? !

Whose moments do she remember from childhood and adulthood?

She even remembered the time the two of them went into a dog hole together when he was a teenager.

"Dead? How did you die?"

She heard her words as if coming from the horizon, distant and unreal.

Mother Qin's expression was complicated: "I died of a serious illness and left."

"Bai Zhi, I've always wanted to say it, but I was afraid of irritating you. You said you saw your brother and still talked to you. I'm afraid it's not hysteria."

Qin's mother struggled to say these words.

Qin Baizhi's heart beat loudly.

Could it be that Qin Baozhu is an illusion?

But the Qin Baozhu she saw was extremely real.

As a psychiatrist, couldn't she tell the difference between hallucination and reality?

She remembered that the rag painting Qin Baozhu gave her was still in her arms, and she took it out with slightly trembling hands.

Looking at what was in front of her, she fell into silence.

That's not a rag painting. It's a piece of oil paper used to wrap roast chicken, with nothing on it.

So, was the scene of celebrating Qin Baozhu's birthday really imagined by her?

If so, who ate the sweet-scented osmanthus cake and roasted chicken she bought?

Osmanthus cake is real, and so is roast chicken.

There is no way a fantasy person could eat this food.

She suddenly jumped up and ran under the camphor tree.

When she arrived under the tree, she saw a few pieces of sweet-scented osmanthus cake and a whole roast chicken quietly placed on the oil paper.

She held on to the tree trunk, gradually losing strength and turning pale.

Could she really be hysterical?

It's really ironic that she, a psychiatrist, has a mental illness that can see hallucinations.

Compared with this, the fact that Qin Baozhu did not exist made her even more uncomfortable.

No wonder everyone had such a strange reaction when she mentioned Qin Baozhu.

Mother Qin arrived shortly afterwards, her eyes red, and she gently touched her shoulder.

"Bai Zhi, don't be sad. You probably miss me too much."

Qin Baizhi said softly: "I want to go to the West Courtyard again."

Qin's mother knew that she was determined not to give up and did not dissuade her.

"Okay. Mom will accompany you."

When we returned to the west courtyard, the fire had been put out and the walls were dark.

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