Zuo Jiang lived in my house, in the room where Sakiya used to live, which was my bedroom.

The room still had the smell of Sakiya, her clothes and toys were kept intact in their original places, and even after Sakiya ran away from home, I didn't change it because of some emotional drive. Whenever I enter the room, I think that maybe one day when I get home from school, Sakiya will suddenly appear at the door, laughing, and putting the soup casserole on the dining table.

"Coming back? Today's food is not a supermarket meal. A similar phantom sound seemed to linger in my ears.

However, if the room is kept as it was when Sakiya left, it may not only be a trouble for Zuo Jiang, who lives in. Sakuya is an important person, and so is Zuo Jiang, and the existence of the two is indistinguishable.

Unfortunately, this house is larger than the average house, but it is overstretched for the girls who have boarded in one after another.

The parents' bedroom is immovable, and guests cannot be allowed to stay in the study. I couldn't help but feel very distressed.

"It's okay, I'll just use this room, Sakuya's things won't move." Zuo Jiang smiled understandingly, "It's been a long time since I've seen such a lovely room, and it's really a young and lovely girl, it's really nostalgic." ”

Missable? Her words make me think, what kind of situation is the place where Zuojiang is located today? Zhenjiang is a serious patient in a mental hospital, and Zuojiang, who is like-minded with her, of course lives in a mental hospital. How do they perceive their surroundings?

Despite this, whether it is Tomoe or Zuojiang, if it weren't for the fact that they were the product of a split personality, they would not have seen the slightest mental illness at all, let alone the so-called "serious illness" in the wanted notice.

The same is true when Zuo Jiang voluntarily admits that he is a split personality. As far as I know, the pathological manifestations of people with split personalities are usually trance, depression and sluggishness, sensitivity to light and sound, and mild self-harm and misanthropy. However, these manifestations are barely visible in this woman.

Psychopaths who are able to self-perceive? And also a master's degree in psychology?

Heresy that defies common sense.

It's hard to create a sense of reality.

However, this seems to be the case.

"When did Zuo Jiang have a split personality?" I asked, leaning against the door.

"When? I don't remember exactly, but I was born when I was about seven years old. ”

I didn't ask her the reason for her appearance, judging from her external temperament, it was probably a desire for maternal love and other emotions.

However, her answer hinted at a rather important message - Zuo Jiang is not an ontological personality.

"Zuo Jiang, who is your ontology? Tomie? ”

"It's Mae." She said lightly, "Tomie was born when he entered the apocalyptic fantasy realm, and he is the youngest sister. ”

I wasn't familiar with Mae well, and the only time I saw her was when she was on the wanted notices posted all over the neighborhoods. At first glance she was a sharp and dangerous figure, but it was impossible to decide whether this feeling was all or one side of her. It's also unclear if he can accept Mae's existence.

But since Mae is the ontology, then sooner or later we will meet one day.

It would be a lie to say that there is no uneasiness at all, but the uneasiness does not come from fear and inability to recognize, but from the overwhelm of the unknown side of those close to you.

So I just let out a soft "oh".

Zuo Jiang took the axe out of his travel bag and placed it on the bedside table where he could reach it. She also carefully rearranged the things in the room that were not her own, and after she sorted it out, the room with the residual girlish atmosphere suddenly exuded an inorganic and orderly atmosphere.

There are a lot of decorations, but it reminds people of the word "monotonous".

There seems to be a change of words like "prison" and "hospital" into entities.

From this alone, there is an answer to the previous question.

They have been living in this environment for so long that they have become a habit and it is difficult to return.

Although it is a meaningless thought, I still can't help but wonder, as a human being, how can I endure this kind of room for a long time?

Zuo Jiang stretched his waist in satisfaction, and the light slip dress seemed to be broken by a mature body, producing a translucent illusion. In fact, through the light of the incandescent lamp, I could see the outline of the underwear slightly, and I couldn't help but blush a little and look away.

"What are you thinking with your head down?" Zuo Jiang's voice came, followed by a clear laugh, "Hasn't Ah Chuan already seen this body?" At the time of Doomsday Vision. ”

"I don't have a memory like that!"

"Then let me remind you for free, Tomie said you can touch it casually."

"Long-winded, who is rare."

"Why don't we take a shower together?" Zuo Jiang unexpectedly proposed, "For a boy of Ah Chuan's age, it's also a rare experience, right?" You can brag to other boys. ”

I actually wanted to say yes very much, but I couldn't say anything, I felt too ashamed, so I could only look at Zuo Jiang in embarrassment. Zuo Jiang covered his mouth with the back of his hand and snorted lightly.

I almost wanted to dig a hole and drill down.

Just as I turned around to escape, Zuo Jiang walked up briskly and grabbed my arm. Her body clings to it, the undulating curves, the soft touch, penetrates the clothes in an instant, spreads on the skin, and feels like an electric shock.

"Let's go, let's go, I don't know how to use Achuan's bathroom yet, you have to explain it to me." Zuo Jiang's breath in my ears was like the gaze of a gorgon, making my limbs stiff as lack of lubrication.

In fact, it is the bathroom of ordinary people, where do you need to explain? But that kind of thing will never come out of your mouth.

Zuo Jiang half-dragged me into the bathroom, and praised the beauty of the bathroom with exaggerated words, while pretending that the newcomer wouldn't even turn on the faucet. I let her fiddle with it like a piece of wood, and in the blink of an eye, she stripped naked.

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

Ah, I can't run away.

When I was stunned, Zuo Jiang suddenly turned on the faucet, and the lukewarm water line drenched me off guard from the sprinkler. I wiped the water from my face and opened my eyes to see her slip slip under her feet, revealing eye-catching curves. ,

The healthy complexion is slightly ruddy, as if coated with honey oil, and the color is smooth without sticking.

The dark purple silk underwear that leans towards black is obviously very large, but it still seems that it still can't restrain the flesh color of the peaks, and it becomes translucent after being splashed by the water of the sprinklerhead.

I suddenly felt my body become hot, and the surging blood rushed to my head, violently hitting the channel that poured out, and my lower body became embarrassed, and I had to press it with a towel.

I tried to turn my head, but my neck stiffened in that direction.

Zuo Jiang didn't care about the burning eyes of the boys on the side, untied his underwear with both hands, and his chest was throbbing like a hard squeeze. She stroked her short hair at the back of her head and walked over to me with a towel.

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

"I, I'll ...... it myself"

Before I could finish speaking, Zuo Jiang had already pressed my shoulder and turned in a different direction. With my back to her, I couldn't see the mature and angry carcass and her expression at all, and I was immediately relieved.

Her movements evoked rhythmic sounds that became concrete images in my mind. The water in the sprinkler head gradually stopped, and the cold shampoo poured over my hair, and slender fingers slipped through the strands over and over again.

Gentle, meticulous, and so comfortable that you want to sleep.

From time to time, there is a strange touch on the skin.

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

There was a soft humming in my ears.

"The first word is a dream,

From slumber,

Quietly bring out the secrets of my heart.

The second word is wind,

Let me swing my wings and fly to the crook of God's arm,

Counting the sad past that has passed,

The golden apple, another one fell.

The third word is hope,

I woke up in the cold night,

Does anyone remember my name?

Who is waiting, when, and where?

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

An unknown song, but it has a peace and warmth that soaks the heart.

It was like returning to my mother's **, wrapped in peace, and I closed my eyes.