Chapter 214:

When Van Gogh smiled and said that he would give a complete world to himself, the surprised Song Rui almost fell into the bathtub behind him. He stabilized his mind and asked tentatively: "What do you mean by a complete world?"
Young people nowadays always say "I give you my whole world" when they confess to their lovers. Is the whole world in Vatican's mouth like that? Does he have this romantic cell? Song Rui's emotions are looming, but reason repeatedly tells himself not to think too much.
Through the hands clasped, Fangallo sensed his disordered emotions and raised his eyebrows in surprise. However, he has great respect for Dr. Song. Without the consent of the other party, he will never spy on his heart, so he can only ask curiously: "What are you thinking?"
Song Rui immediately converged and asked, "What did you mean by that sentence just now?"
Fangallo shook his head and asked, "Can you feel the sadness of death?"
"I can."
Dr. Song ’s answer surprised Van Gogh, and could only continue to ask: "What about happiness?"
"Also." Song Rui nodded firmly.
"When did your emotions become complete? I didn't even know." Fangallo tried to let go of Dr. Song's hand. He thought the gift was needed by the other party, but now it seems not.
Song Rui held his hand tightly and said with a smile: "As long as you are there, I can feel all the emotions. I feel the sadness of death through you, and the joy of life, you are a window , Let me see the outside world. "
Fangallo suddenly realized that he tapped his wrist with his fingertips, guessing: "Is it because of my magnetic field, they help you feel the emotions of the outside world?"
Song Rui: ...
Suddenly, he felt that he was expecting Mr. Fan to say a romantic affair.
"Van Gallo," Song Rui pulled him closer, looking deep into his dark pupils, and said seriously: "I can feel those emotions through you just because you are you, not your ability. If you are sad, I will be sad. If you are happy, I will be happy. "
Seeing the young man's brow furrowed with a confused expression, he changed the tone of this sentence in time: "After all, you are my only friend, and I can't care less about how you feel."
The only friend, this definition is also important for Van Gogh, so he instantly understood the meaning of Dr. Song and chuckled: "You care about my feelings, and slowly learn to empathize? What about others? Does the ability to empathize work on others? "
Song Rui shook his head and sighed, "... invalid."
Van Gogh felt his exhaustion, powerlessness and helplessness, full of thought that he was distressed by his lack of emotions, and he lowered his head and whispered: "So I will give you a gift today to let you experience with full emotion Take a look at the true look of this world. "
Song Rui looked at the youth in surprise, but he could not understand him.
Fangallo shook his fingers and said slowly: "Just now, He Jinglian gave up her ability, and although I can't give it to you, it can make you regain empathy briefly. The world is incomplete, and only with emotion and thought will it change from flat to three-dimensional. Dr. Song, I want to push open the closed door for you and take you to see the complete world. You Are you ready? "
Song Rui was shocked, and after a while, he said in a mute voice, "I'm ready. Van Gogh, why do you do this?"
Fangallo said of course: "Because I want you to be complete, I want you to know what the world is like for everyone, and I want you to have no regrets."
Song Rui was dizzy by the dazzling light wheel in his eyes, and the heart that was slowly silent because of exhaustion and weakness just now was pulsating wildly. The young man must not have imagined what kind of impact he gave him. It turned out that he meant this. He wanted to fill his broken soul and life; he wanted to hold his hand and experience a real world. Such a heart is never compared to the confession in words, and it is dwarfed by the value of jewelry.
Fangallo does not have a romantic cell, but his pragmatic, gentle and considerate is already the most irresistible personality charm in the world.
Song Rui looked at him directly, and after a while, he said dumbly: "Van Galo, thank you."
"You're welcome, can we start?" Fangallo leaned down, his dark eyes full of anticipation.
"Go ahead." Song Rui clasped his fingers tightly.
Fangallo bent over slowly until his forehead touched Dr. Song's forehead, and then slowly poured a ray of thought into the other person's mind to make it fit into the blank space. This process is very wonderful, like the fusion of cold water and hot water, like the collision of cyclones and cyclones, two very different ideas slowly and eagerly converge together, and gradually become indiscriminate.
This is you in me and you in me, this is my overflow to make up for your lack, this is my blazing warmth and your coldness. They were completely independent individuals, with diametrically opposed personalities, but they were united at this moment.
Song Rui had no way of knowing Van Gogh's feelings, but his own experience was thrilling. When Fangallo pulled his mind away, he almost pulled him into his arms and imprisoned him. He saw a brand-new world through his eyes, and also understood what he meant by his thoughts.
He was originally a dark world, dyed in gorgeous colors at this moment. He began to look back uncontrollably at the first half of his life, picking up precious treasures in the fragments of memory. He saw the younger self get his first birthday gift, and he realized the joy of belated; he saw the young man experienced the first setback, so he realized the belated frustration; then he saw a twist The deformed car, and the two blood-stained faces in the car, the heart suddenly began to cramp ...
He covered his chest and yelled hoarsely.
Fangalo quickly supported him and asked anxiously, "What's wrong with you?"
Song Rui gasped, "I have to go somewhere, right away." He stood up staggeringly and walked staggering outward, as if suffering a serious internal injury.
Fangalo immediately found the car key, squatted down again, changed shoes for Dr. Song, twisted his eyebrows and asked, "Is my thought hurt you?"
"No, I must do one thing now." Song Rui put his hand on his shoulder and looked like he was crying and laughing: "I'm going to make up for a regret."
"Then hurry." Fangaluo quickly fastened the laces for Dr. Song, but stepped on a pair of shoes, and hurriedly helped the person out of the door.
Song Rui was covered in cold sweat, but he did not want to let go of the emotion that made him desperate. He turned on the navigation and asked Van Gogh to follow the voice prompts, pointing out a few words from time to time. Van Gogh has been accelerating, feeling very anxious.
More than fifty minutes later, the two reached a cemetery and knelt in front of a tombstone, looking at a photo of a couple above.
"This is my parents." Although the tombstone was clearly written, Song Rui explained.
Fangalo folded his hands together and recited the scriptures in good faith.
Song Rui gazed at this group photo for a long time and began to say: "They died when I was sixteen. That year I studied in the United States and led a psychological experiment about brainwashing and high-pressure domination. "
Van Gogh glanced at him.
He smiled bitterly: "You may not understand that, and I will tell you an example. You will understand. Fascist rule is brainwashing and high pressure. It is an extremely cruel method of controlling people. I have called more than one hundred experiments. In the end, they were brainwashed by me and the experiment was a great success. But after the end, a person committed suicide in order to show loyalty to me. "
"But I didn't see the killings on you." Fangallo shook his head.
"He didn't succeed, I arrived in time to save him." Song Rui rubbed his eyebrows, his voice full of regret, "I was accused, my parents had to leave their jobs and went to the United States to help me fight the lawsuit. . If the conviction is established, I may be in prison for more than thirty years. They thought I was better, but they did n’t expect me to get into such a big disaster as soon as I left their sight, they finally realized that I was a downright Cold blooded animals, there is no difference between me and Hitler. "
Song Rui's eyes began to turn red, "They are very sad, but they still can't give up on me, and they hired the best lawyer to defend me. They asked me over and over again at that time, did you know that you were wrong?"
Fangalomo silently took his slightly trembling hand.
Song Rui took a deep breath and his voice was hoarse: "I said to them again and again-I'm right. There was a fierce quarrel between us, I refused all their help, and spent a month self-study law courses , And contacted the people who participated in the experiment at that time, let them change the confession. Finally, I defended myself, won a great victory, and acquitted me. When I came out of the court, I smiled and told them that I was me, never change."
Fangallo slowly rubbed the back of his hand.
"They were completely desperate to me, and they drove away from my residence that night, and then they had a car accident on the road and died on the spot." Song Rui's straight back slowly walked down: "I know I killed them, but I I did n’t feel any pain. At their funeral, my uncle pressed my head and made me cry for them and apologize, but I could n’t do it. I know it ’s wrong, and I know What is good and what is evil, but for me, those things are like exhibits in the window. They can only be viewed, not touched. I know what is conscience, but I do n’t need that kind of thing. "
Song Rui touched his chest and shook his head: "My heart is dead, just like my parents lying in a coffin, how can I feel sad and sad. For me at that time, because of sadness , Guilt and tears, and it ’s better to open my heart and take a cup of blood, it ’s easier.

"My uncle heard me say this and watched my eyes gradually become cold. He finally gave up on me completely and expelled me from the house. The Song family can't accommodate a person with no heart, or the whole world cannot tolerate this People, since then I have learned to disguise. "
Fangalo put his hand on his shoulder, trying to comfort him.
Song Rui turned to look at him, and suddenly two lines of tears fell in his eyes: "But now, this cold and gray memory has temperature and color in my mind. I saw the dazzling blood and felt the cone heart The pain, I felt the remorse of the belated. I can finally give them back what they owed them for more than ten years. "
Song Rui caught her tears and held it before her parents ’black and white photo, trembling:" Dad, Mom, I'm sorry, I know I was wrong. Did you see my changes? "
The two on the tombstone looked at him quietly, and the smile seemed to be softer. There was a cold wind blowing around, shaking the tall trees, causing the dead branches to rustle, as if responding to his inquiries. His tears rolled down, and he couldn't stop it, as if to deliver all the grief, remorse, and self-blame that he owed for so many years.
He bent down and knocked his head vigorously, so Van Gaal also bent down and followed his head.
When Song Rui leaned down, he never straightened again. He pressed his forehead to the ground, feeling his parents sleeping in the ground, hitting their graves with his own hot tears. His heart was cramping, but the darkness he had accumulated deep inside was completely released.
Fangallo is right, now he is a complete, flesh and blood person. Even if this experience is only a moment, even if it hurts, it is unprecedentedly precious.
When Song Rui leaned over and bowed down, deeply confessing, an old man came slowly with a cane and saw this picture was stunned. The middle-aged man who supported him also showed an incredible expression. The two stood at the same place and dared not move. Their eyes were straight, while Song Rui felt nothing. After confessing once, he shook his head again and confessed again.
His forehead was covered with gray, his face was covered with tears, and the pain in his eyes was like a deep sea. He was crying and shaking all over, so that the young man kneeling beside him had to hold his arm and say something comforting.
The two worshipped three times, and sincerely read a scripture, and then both stood up, bowed to the tombstone three, and said goodbye in a low voice.
"Mom and dad, I will come to see you often in the future." Song Rui made a pledge with his hands folded, but turned around and bumped into the stunned uncle and lobby brother. He didn't say a word to them, but left with a slight nod, but the grey-haired old man was calmed by the strong emotion in his eyes.
The old man quickly walked to the tombstone with a cane, and saw the mottled tears on the ground. Song Rui actually cried. Although he was ten years late, he really felt sad and regretful for the death of his parents. And self-blame. He came to pay tribute to them and sincerely confessed his mistakes. This is something the old man dare not even dream about.
He stared blankly at the pictures of his brother and siblings. After a while, he woke up and yelled at Song Rui ’s back, "Who did you say that I wanted to come last time? Why did n’t you come?"
Song Rui turned around and asked in surprise: "Uncle, are you talking to me?"
"Isn't it a ghost with you?" The old man tapped on the tears with a cane and said impatiently: "I will come to see your parents often."
"Of course."
Seeing the right attitude of Song Rui, the old man waved at him, meaning that he hurried away, turned around but wept with tears, and murmured indifferently: "I will say that there are inherently bad species in the world, as long as People will have a heart, they can change it. Little brother, you see, your son knows wrong. "
The middle-aged man standing beside him hurriedly handed over a handkerchief, comforted in his mouth, but felt deeply in his heart. This cousin seems to have changed a lot, is it because of Van Gogh?