Crazy Psychologist

Life is a grind, always.

The current era may not be better than the past, nor may it be much worse than the past. Living saints also have to go through hardships, and no one is exception.

Only the dead can lie there calmly. The world has become someone else's, and the pain and depression are other people's emotions. The deceased is lying on the hospital bed, lying on the bathroom floor, or hanging on a rope. , all disorder has become orderly, and there are no longer any problems in the world, or in other words, the problems still exist but are no longer related to him.

They all belong to others, to the living.

The boundary between life and death is like a road that has been rained on. The black and white sidewalks are deliberately clear, leaving no chance for confusion.

At ten o'clock at night, the evening wind was silent, and the shadows of the trees were submerged under the flickering street lights. The flickering caused by unstable voltage was like a struggle before death, climbing on the invisible last straw, and finally, after a short period of brightness, Without hesitation, he sank down and became part of the night. He did nothing and allowed the darkness to spread around him.

The honeysuckle on the roadside is green in patches, and its tireless photosynthesis during the day is just to express dissatisfaction with the suffocation at night.

In contrast, human footsteps also have colors, black, heavy, gray, and light.

Five minutes after Fang Ming's call, Muchun put down the book in his hand and reluctantly let it go. He had just read half of the book he had found from the second-hand book market and was disturbed again. Between the emotional reluctance and the rational decision to let it go, he The latter still wins.

He had to pay more attention to the phone call at ten o'clock in the evening.

When he called back, the ring only rang once. Fang Ming was not waiting at all.

"I know you will call back." Fang Ming felt a little proud when he said this. It is not easy to guess Muchun's thoughts, but it is not difficult to guess that he will call back. Speaking of comparison, both of them can detect it. Something unusual was happening on this ordinary night.

On the one hand, there is the doctor's intuition, and on the other hand, the doctor on duty at night has an impression of a bad night. Once you have a bad impression of a particular period of time, when some small things appear, it is easy to think of those bad things. This is emotional memory.

It doesn't make sense, but it has its own scientific logic.

"I didn't see the message you mentioned. I didn't look at my phone at all."

"You called me back without looking at your phone? Then take another look now and see if the message in your circle of friends is still there?"

Mu Chun was a little helpless, so she switched to WeChat and took a look. The share that Fang Ming mentioned did not appear in the circle of friends.

"Forget it, I'll send it to you directly. It's this picture, with the text - There is only one way to end a person's loneliness."

Fang Ming sent the screenshot to Mu Chun. Mu Chun immediately understood why Fang Ming, who was usually indifferent, was neurotic and even a little overly nervous.

"Have you seen too much?" Fang Ming asked on the other end of the phone.

"It's not that, it just reminds me of some things in the past. These are not important. Don't you want me to accompany you to find someone? Do you have an address?"

"I asked HR to help find the address, and I also sent it to you. This guy Shen Zifeng still didn't get through."

"Then why do you think he must have gone there?" Mu Chun asked as he put on his coat.

"Don't look at this guy who is usually very calm, but he often gets into trouble. He has no idea when it comes to women."

"this……"

"Stop doing this and that. What if this nurse sets a trap for me? He has a wife. Why should he be used like this?"

"Director Fang has already said this. Let's go for a walk. I'll go out right away, but..."

"Indeed, it's possible that I'm overthinking it, but don't tell me, I don't think it's peaceful tonight, and this woman hasn't been peaceful for a long time. When Shen Zifeng told me, we talked about it as a joke, but now Looking back, I'm afraid this is not just a joke, Shen Zifeng takes it seriously, I'm afraid he is trapped in a fairy tale about a hero saving a beauty."

Do you enjoy helping others, but are you so stuck in helping others that you can’t extricate yourself?

Muchun naturally understood Fang Ming's worries. He was worried that Shen Zifeng would be taken advantage of by the nurse, worried that he would ruin his family, and worried that his cowardly temperament would be used as a tool for others.

Part of human social interaction is exploitation... Those who seek benefit in this way will inevitably hurt others.

It's like the wind blowing the tree. Does the tree move of its own volition? In the end, he became the victim in the relationship and was not treated with sympathy and rationality... Fang Ming's worries were indeed profound.

"You've taken into consideration that I won't say anything more. I expect to arrive in fifteen minutes. I hope it's in time."

"I won't drive to pick you up, please hurry up."

"There's no point in urging. It's better to call Dr. Shen more often. If you're still worried, you might as well call the police."

"Call the police! Doctor Mu's words are really cold. What if nothing happens?"

"If something happens, it could be life or death."

When Mu Chun said this, Fang Ming's shoulders trembled and he hesitated in his heart. Soon there was nothing else in his mind except "call the police" or "not call the police". This question made him uneasy. He I simply didn't think about it, I just wanted to rush to a community near the Raohaidong District Stadium as soon as possible.

In the dark night, two cars parked at the entrance of Jinxiu Garden at the same time. The doorman greeted, "Which one are you looking for?"

"No. 18, 701." Fang Ming, who was familiar with giving addresses, seemed to be talking about where he lived.

The seventh floor...this floor is enough. Muchun's heart was also in suspense, and the emotional tension was aroused by Fang Ming, and the pace of the two of them became faster and faster.

Shen Zifeng's phone call never got through. The environment of the community was no different from anywhere else. The street lights were dim and the wild cats in the garden had not yet had time to act out. They squatted quietly on the stone table and looked at the pedestrians passing by in a hurry.

A young couple walks their dogs along the edge of a man-made lake. The difficulty of dog owners is that no matter how late they work, they still have to go home and take their dogs for a walk. They yawn and scroll through their phones. They can’t complain about the dogs’ living habits, but they can. To each other, "I'm coming back late from working overtime, can't you bring it down first?"

Life with a partner is not necessarily better than being single, even if you have multiple dogs.

"The phone can't be connected. Damn it, where is No. 18? Why is this neighborhood like a maze?"

Fang Ming was anxious. He couldn't see the building number clearly at night. After walking to No. 14, he came to the fence again. The sharp iron needles pierced into the air. The gothic-style iron fence was reflected in the moonlight, making it look like a vampire movie. .

The roses under the fence are crimson. Edgar Allan Poe would have loved a place like this...

Mu Chun pulled Fang Ming and quickly walked around to the back of the building. Just after turning around a street light, there was a loud "clang" sound. The dog put down its legs, barked and retreated, and walked around the two young owners who were confused. The two were angry. Looking at each other, their complaints were interrupted, the dogs were still barking, and the night was still dark.