Crazy Psychologist

Every young person has his own pursuit, and everyone has his own hurried footsteps. Whether these pursuits or footsteps take them to different places.

The students outside the after-school classroom, from school to training center to the desk at home, this is their footsteps, and among them is their pursuit of current life, whether they are ignorant or clear, maybe someone is influencing them, Reach out a hand and hold them firmly, either way, the quest holds true.

Outside the window, the sun is so white that you can't even open your eyes. The sycamore trees are sprouting new buds and the camphor trees are dense. People are walking in a hurry, carrying schoolbags on their backs to go to school, wearing headphones to catch the subway, passing through the gate of the community one by one, heading to the next destination.

Everyone seemed to know exactly what they were going to do and where they were going, and everyone looked energetic and energetic.

Compared to the rainy day the day before, the weather on Friday was definitely sunny and refreshing.

Looking down from the window on the fifth floor, people's steps are light and it doesn't look like they are walking. They are simply jumping. The notes of spring are beating under their feet, and they are walking around the sea to usher in the good season of spring.

Zhu Xiaoming struggled to eat the last bite of chicken sausage. There seemed to be something blocked in his throat. When he got up in the morning, the taste in his mouth disgusted him. When he brushed his teeth, he looked at himself in the mirror and felt that Damn it, maybe growing up, it makes sense that people around you don’t like to play with you. Maybe it’s just that you’re ugly?

His face is actually far from ugly. Zhu Xiaoming can't remember how long it has been since he took a good look at his appearance in the mirror. Maybe it's better to forget. Anyway, he looks disliked and even disgusting. A vicious look.

There was a blue razor in the mirror cabinet. Zhu Xiaoming took a look at it and held it in his hand. This razor was a birthday gift given to him by his colleagues in the prison on his birthday one year. Zhu Xiaoming once Not used.

Speaking of which, I have never received any birthday gifts from friends in my whole life. When I was in middle school, I saw that other classmates would receive gifts on their birthdays. Zhu Xiaoming also wanted to be like everyone else. However, from elementary school to junior high school, no one gave him a gift for nine years.

He also thought that if others didn't give him gifts, maybe it was because he didn't give them first. When he thought of this, Zhu Xiaoming felt happy, so he silently wrote down the time of his classmates' birthdays and saved his pocket money to buy gifts for them. , and at the same time, the classmates who are silently looking forward to receiving gifts will also give him a gift on his birthday, even if it is a mechanical pencil, a birthday card or a Pikachu eraser.

His first gift from outside his family was the razor.

After squeezing some shaving foam and applying it on his face, he peeled off the plastic protective sheath on the blade. At this moment, the cell phone on the shelf rang, and Zhu Xiaoming pressed the speakerphone button.

Luo Yang's voice sounded in the bathroom, "I have a rest today, can you go somewhere with me?"

"I'm going"

"You have Friday off. I remember you also have Thursday off. You told me that when I called you last time. Have you forgotten?"

Zhu Xiaoming has not forgotten that a week or two ago, Luo Yang called and talked about it. In the end, the topic turned to the recently famous Department of Psychosomatics in Haihai. He could talk to him if he had any troubles. Talk to a psychopsychiatrist, they have great ideas.

With a bit of a trying mentality, and even a bit of looking for something to do, Zhu Xiaoming took the subway to Huayuanqiao Community Health Center. It felt good to walk into the mind and body department for the first time. Although the female doctor was like many people He was a little afraid of him, but soon he felt that Dr. Chu didn't hate him, and he also tried hard to understand the question he raised, which was enough to embarrass the doctor.

Zhu Xiaoming's idea is also very simple. There must be a purpose for going to the hospital to find a doctor. He went online and tried to find an introduction to the Department of Psychosomatics. Unexpectedly, Baidu told him "If you feel depressed all day long, be careful of cancer coming to your door", "No." People who laugh may have this disease], [People who are not popular can check to see if they have oral hygiene problems], [Have you ever heard of a low mood before a serious illness? 】, reading more and more articles like this, Zhu Xiaoming accidentally read more than a dozen articles. If he didn't close the window in time, he could continue reading one after another. The more he read, the worse he felt. Zhu Xiaoming He simply turned off his cell phone, threw himself on the bed, and covered his head with a pillow. His mind was in a mess, including recent events, childhood events, his own affairs, and other people's affairs that were beyond his reach. The food in the hot pot was stewed together, making a mess. When he finally fell asleep and was about to fall asleep, Zhu Xiaoming had an idea. He asked the doctor how to laugh.

The biggest reason why I chose this question is that it does seem to be a question that a person can understand, "I can't laugh, please ask the doctor, how can I laugh."

The doctor was indeed very patient and made an appointment for a follow-up consultation.

Zhu Xiaoming has Thursday off. As Luo Yang said on the phone, he has Thursday and Friday off. Originally, except for going to work on Monday, he can rest at home for the next few days. This is the extra rest he got from working overtime before. On that day, the company was unwilling to subsidize bonuses and gave them all vacations.

Some colleagues who did not accept the holiday would ask for compensation for overtime wages, but Zhu Xiaoming was unwilling to say another word to them, so he took the holiday.

He got up on Thursday morning and was still in a determined mood when he had breakfast. It is always not good to refuse something that has been promised to the doctor. He put on his clothes and bag and went out. On the way to the subway station, Zhu Xiaoming did not hesitate to go to the hospital. idea.

He opened the subway app, entered the station, and waited for the subway on the platform. Everything was normal. He still remembered that he was listening to the recently popular cyberpunk game soundtrack. The music was very good, and he was very immersed in listening to it. Then he sat backwards. Direction, like inertia, he boarded the subway he usually took. It was not until the station announcement at Tiandong Station rang in the carriage that he realized that he was on the train in the opposite direction. Huayuanqiao Station was already more than ten years away from him. kilometers distance.

"Sitting in the wrong direction?"

"Ah, yes, I have indeed been to the hospital you recommended me to go to." As if he was afraid that Luo Yang would be unhappy, Zhu Xiaoming took the initiative to explain that he went to the hospital to see a doctor.

While Luo Yang agreed, he suddenly realized: "No wonder, no wonder, that's how it is."

"Okay, where do you want me to go with you?"

"I will drive to your downstairs in a moment, and then we will have morning tea first. I know a new Cantonese dim sum shop that is very good. It is rare that we have time to get together."

"Okay, see you later." Zhu Xiaoming hung up the phone, looked at the razor in his hand, and carefully shaved his almost invisible beard.