Crazy Psychologist

Luo Yang drove his small Land Rover to the downstairs of Zhu Xiaoming's house. The community where Zhu Xiaoming lived was built in the late 1990s. The structure was very good but the house was a bit old. The exterior walls were in disrepair and the walls were withered and yellow. A sense of vicissitudes of life.

Luo Yang knew that Zhu Xiaoming had been living alone for a long time, and the relationship between his parents was relatively indifferent. They had lived separate lives for a long time. In Luo Yang's understanding, he was living the life of a separated family of three although he was not divorced.

This small two-bedroom apartment in Libei District was left to Zhu Xiaoming by his grandmother.

Zhu Xiaoming's relationship with his grandma is much stronger than that of his parents. When he was a child, there was a saying that his mother gave birth, his grandma took him, and his father came to watch. Zhu Xiaoming wanted to laugh when he heard this, but felt that he couldn't.

Wearing a blue-grey sweater and a pair of jeans, Zhu Xiaoming saw Luo Yang's little white Land Rover as soon as he walked out of the corridor.

"Brother Xiao Ming, good morning. Brother Xiao Ming must be hungry. I will take you to have morning tea."

With a smile on his face, Luo Yang started the car easily, checked the rearview mirror, reversed and turned around with smooth movements.

Zhu Xiaoming fastened his seat belt and sat in the passenger seat without saying anything. He just felt very relaxed. He always felt very comfortable with Luo Yang. Luo Yang had a feeling that made people relax. Working in a prison, he faced serious criminals every day, but he was not covered by a mask, and he was smiling all over.

Zhu Xiaoming was a little envious.

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"Still can't you laugh?" Luo Yang skillfully ordered a pot of Pu'er tea and added a few snacks on the menu, including tangerine peel meatballs, shrimp dumplings, quicksand buns and a portion of soy sauce fried noodles.

"Ah, maybe there's something wrong with my face." Zhu Xiaoming laughed at himself.

"Facial paralysis?" Luo Yang said casually.

"Well, haven't I been to the hospital in the past two days? I also searched for some information on the Internet. My condition is most likely facial paralysis, so you see, I can't laugh even if I want to."

"There's no other way to say it. Just try crying."

Zhu Xiaoming was stunned, "Crying?"

"If you have facial paralysis, you won't be able to laugh, and you won't be able to cry either. Why don't you give it a try?"

Although Zhu Xiaoming couldn't laugh, making him cry suddenly was not much easier than making him laugh.

He twitched the corners of his mouth hard, covered his face and rubbed it up and down several times, but he couldn't squeeze out a single tear.

"Look, the muscles on the face are just a little tense. It has nothing to do with facial paralysis. You have never seen anyone with facial paralysis." Luo Yang said, picked up a shrimp dumpling and put it on his plate and continued: "The prisoner is from Jiangsu. I don’t know what happened to his family, but he was transferred to Fengchuan to make the prisoner feel better."

Zhu Xiaoming nodded while drinking tea.

Luo Yang chewed a shrimp dumpling in one bite and said, "Shrimps have their own way, and crabs have their own way. I don't know what they have thought of, but this prisoner has facial paralysis at a young age. That face is real." Laughing is scarier than crying.”

It is rare to see a face that looks scarier when smiling than crying under normal circumstances, but in prisons, especially prisons for serious offenders like Toyokawa No. 1 Prison, there are very, very many faces where smiling is uglier than crying, and Zhu Xiaoming is one of them. Not uncommon.

"How old?" he asked.

"28!"

"What?" The shrimp on the head of Zhu Xiaoming's chopsticks rolled onto the plate and flicked lightly.

"28, this guy was sentenced to 20 years at the age of 23. It is said that he was frozen, his face was paralyzed, and half of his face was unconscious. During the fight, he used the unconscious half of his face to stand in front of others, and he was beaten hundreds of times."

"Isn't it because of the beatings? The facial nerves are damaged after being beaten all the time." Luo Yang was quite used to hearing Zhu Xiaoming's soft voice, but two girls at the next table noticed something strange and turned around to look for it. From the source of the sound, Zhu Xiaoming immediately lowered his eyes, staring closely at his plate and the two-finger-knuckle-sized shrimp on it.

"I guess he's a policeman, not a prisoner." The mutterings from the next table floated to the dining table, like white steamed paper stuck to the quicksand bag.

Luo Yang continued as if nothing happened: "So I said you are not facial paralysis at all. I have seen a lot of people with facial paralysis. It's not like you. If you don't believe it, just go to the neurological department for a checkup later."

"What are you going to do after dinner?"

Luo Yang didn't intend to hide it from Zhu Xiaoming. Anyway, he had already arrived near the Huayuanqiao Community Health Center. He would let Mu Chun take a look at him later. This was one of Luo Yang's plans for today. As for the other thing, he I was also ordered by the leader to discuss with Muchun about the mental state assessment of inmates. After the last incident of Pan Guangshen, Fengchuan Prison is ahead of all prisons in the Yangtze River Delta in terms of educating prisoners. Next , The leader definitely hopes to maintain this position as a benchmark and pioneer. Who doesn’t like the feeling of being praised during meetings?

Don't you just want Mu Chun to exert more energy and shine into the high wall? Someone has to say something about this kind of thing. Luo Yang is the vanguard team. He is the leader and he is the team member. This time, here in the prison I want something tangible, an effective evaluation system, preferably one that is easy to operate and whose results can be understood by everyone.

"To tell you the truth, I'm going to see Dr. Mu." Luo Yang poured a glass of water for Zhu Xiaoming and added another glass for himself.

"Is this the director of the Department of Psychosomatics you mentioned last time?"

"Yes, have you seen him?" Luo Yang asked knowingly.

"I saw Dr. Chu a few days ago. I told you on the phone just now that he is a nice person."

"Still single." Luo Yang said with a playful smile.

The corners of Zhu Xiaoming's eyes twitched a few times. What was Luo Yang thinking? Too boring in prison?

"Single or something, I'm still single anyway. Luoyang's baby is already very big."

"No, I'm so bored that I don't like reading. Let's not talk about that. Let's talk about Dr. Chu. How about it? Has she thought of anything to help you?"

"It wouldn't be right to ask a doctor for help just because you're unhappy, wouldn't it? It's a waste of medical resources, right? I still think that my problem is probably because I can't smile. As long as I can smile, well - it's not a big problem to be single. It’s not that big of a barrier when it comes to dealing with people.”

"I heard that your condition is called social disorder."

"Social disorder?" This was the first time Zhu Xiaoming heard this term. "Where did you hear it?"

"Dr. Muchun, he said this word when he was analyzing criminal personality. He said that some criminals seem to have a certain degree of social barriers. I can't figure out the specific word order. Anyway, I remember this word. You Is it similar to you? It’s very difficult to deal with people, and it’s hard to make friends, let alone a girlfriend.”

Luo Yang was telling the truth, the truth. The more Zhu Xiaoming heard it, the more terrifying his face became.