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I groggily grabbed my mobile phone from the bedside table and answered without even looking at the number.
On the other end was a voice that wasn't entirely familiar, but I recognized it as Ye Guang, who had spoken to me just yesterday.
Not knowing what time it was, I was a bit surprised to receive his call and asked blankly, "Aren't you resting yet?"
He replied somewhat stiffly, "It's morning now."
"Ah?" I hurriedly got out of bed and walked to the window. Only then did I realize that the sky was still dark, but there was a thin line of light appearing on the eastern horizon, a pale white streak.
Ye Guang asked from the other end, "Are you looking outside?"
I jumped in surprise and quickly turned around to look behind me, feeling a chill run down my back as if I had encountered a ghost.
At that moment, he gently said, "I just sensed it. Qiu Yuhan, have you moved?"
"Ah? You know about this too?" I asked in shock.
He paused for a few seconds before saying, "I used to see your car passing by from the studio. Even if you weren't coming here, I could still see it. But recently, I haven't seen it at all."
Oh my God, I never knew Ye Guang was so observant. He even noticed what car I drove. He must have known about Xiao Minxing too. In fact, many times when I went out with Xiao Minxing, we drove his car. Did he also notice that now there was only one person left in that car?
He always sat by the window, but when I was in the studio, I rarely saw him looking outside. I thought he was just accustomed to that seat; little did I know he was actually observing me.
It was truly surprising and even a bit frightening.
Ye Guang was still waiting for my response on the other end: “Qiu Yuhan, why aren’t you saying anything?”
I hurriedly pulled my thoughts together and, recalling what I saw of him yesterday, asked, “Why didn’t you mention this yesterday?”
He paused for a moment before replying like a child, “I wanted to call you to talk about it. If I had said it yesterday, there would be nothing to talk about today.”
Huh? That kind of answer is quite novel, but why does it feel so awkward?
“Do you have anything else to tell me?” I asked again.
Ye Guang was silent for a while before finally responding with three words: “Nothing else.”
Both sides fell into silence. I actually wanted to hang up the phone, but thinking about how he called me early in the morning, I felt that if I just hung up, it might hurt his feelings.
His mental state is not complete; he’s almost like a child of a few years old. Plus, it seems he doesn’t have any friends. Since he trusted me this once, I didn’t want to hurt him again.
After about five or six minutes, Ye Guang spoke again: “Then goodbye.”
“Oh, goodbye.”
The call ended just like that. I stared at the landline number on the screen, unable to shake off the conversation for a long time.
Although this kid is mentally incomplete, his observational skills and cunning are quite sharp. He even managed to analyze my car's trajectory to figure out whether I had moved.
Does he really have the intelligence of just a few years old? Or do others misunderstand him too deeply, including me? Perhaps I initially thought he was just silly, so now seeing him act more shrewdly than normal people makes it hard for me to accept.
I couldn't come up with a conclusion because I really didn't understand this kind of person, and I suddenly wondered if I might have a mental illness myself. How could I have so few friends around me, with two of them being this type, and one being a psychologist?
According to the principle that birds of a feather flock together, I probably wasn't far from that standard myself.
I was scared out of my wits and hurried to the bathroom to grab a cool towel to wipe my face, which helped me feel a bit more awake.
However, because of Ye Guang's phone call, this morning was destined to be extraordinary. I quickly thought about what he said regarding the situation he saw in the car.
Since he recognized my car, he should have seen it every time Xiao Minxing drove me.
From what he said, does that mean he hasn't seen Xiao Minxing's car during this time?
Ever since we divorced, I really haven't been in touch with Xiao Minxing. If I count the time carefully, it's been almost a month now. I have no idea how he's doing and don't dare to ask others about him.
Sometimes when I drive out, I unconsciously pass by his company, deliberately slowing down to catch a glimpse of him, but I've never seen him, and even those familiar employees are rarely spotted.
Of course, I wouldn't dare to go to his home. That place has few people and cars; if I went and happened to run into him, I'd have no excuse to say anything. How would I face him then? Besides, he has said before that he didn't want to see me; going there like a lost puppy would only be humiliating.
But Ye Guang's words made me particularly uneasy, and I felt an almost obsessive urge to know how he was doing now.
This thought was impossible to suppress, as if the deliberate neglect over the past few days had suddenly found an outlet.
I quickly made myself breakfast, and after eating, it was just past seven in the morning. I changed my clothes, grabbed my bag, and headed out.
I didn't drive; at this time, it would soon be rush hour, and there would likely be traffic everywhere. Taking a taxi would be more convenient.
When the taxi dropped me off at the hospital where Yi Heng works, it was already past eight.
The entrance of the hospital was bustling with people—those going to work, those seeking medical attention, and visitors rushing in.
I got out of the car from a distance and entered through a side door where there were fewer people, then headed towards the outpatient building.
The elevator went directly to the tenth floor for Psychiatry, but just like last time, the nurse at the door wouldn’t let me into the treatment room. She only pointed to the doctor's office and said, "You need to talk to the doctor first."
Of course, she wouldn’t tell me anything when I asked, and soon she closed the door.
I stood outside for a while, and with no other options, I decided to look for Guan Mingyue in her office.
Since there are many doctors in Psychiatry, each in different offices, I checked each room one by one from the treatment room's entrance. After passing five or six rooms, I finally saw Guan Mingyue.
She was sitting behind her desk, still not wearing a doctor's coat. A teacup on her desk was steaming, and she was reading some documents.
I knocked on the door, and when she looked up and saw me, there seemed to be a hint of surprise in her eyes, but she quickly said, "Please come in."
Instead of sitting in front of her chair, I asked directly, "Has Mr. Xiao been coming here recently?"
She shook her head and said, "No, he has transferred hospitals. That time he came here was just an emergency for temporary relief, but his situation is quite special, so it would be better for him to return to his original doctor for treatment."
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