Zhou Wenxing was not wearing the same clothes as when he first met Zhannia. His shirt and trousers were formal and tightly buttoned, not the loose underwear you would wear to bed, but he obviously didn't take an umbrella or poncho when he went out. Water droplets were falling from the tips of his hair in series. Zhou Wenxing pushed the wet hair away from his forehead with the palm of his hand. At that moment, Zhannia felt that his eyes were emitting a hazy yellow light, but she soon discovered that it was just the reflection from the candlelight.
"I'm going for a walk." Zhou Wenxing said.
"I figured you would. Would you like to sit with the two of us for a while?"
In fact, Zhannia felt that Zhou Wenxing should go upstairs and dry himself off first. He must be catching a cold from being so wet by the sea breeze. But Zhou Wenxing and Chi Labin didn't seem to take this seriously. Zhou Wenxing sat down a little far away from them and looked at the sea alone.
"He's not happy with the weather," Akurabin said. "He's had an accident at sea before."
Jania nodded. What she was thinking was that if Zhou Wenxing went to sea in the same outfit he wore during the day, of course something would happen. She asked with some confusion: "He is your psychiatrist?"
"Yes."
"He doesn't look big. Does he have a license?"
"You got me," Akarahama said. "He didn't. But trust me, Jennifer, Zhou has a lot of experience. He worked for me better than anyone with a license."
"He doesn't look like he even finished college."
"Professional learning is beneficial." Akarabin said sincerely, "But modern psychology generally relies on scales, Jennifer, that set of data-based, operational diagnostic standards. People use experiments, models and Calculations are used to determine what is wrong with a patient, or how seriously ill he or she is. This set of standards ensures that psychological work can be measured and verified—basically, that it pays more attention to deviations between people and groups. But as a practical matter, if you want to solve a specific problem for a patient, you probably need a little more flexibility."
"You mean psychoanalysis?"
"Yes. Is that word familiar to you, Jennifer?"
"My mother said there are a lot of liars and egomaniacs using this name to make wild assumptions."
"But it exists in itself, doesn't it? Reliable or unreliable, it is indeed a genre, and it is still used clinically. But your opinion is also correct. When one person analyzes another person When it comes to the patient's mental state, what he uses is entirely his own experience. If he and the patient's thoughts and experiences are far different, and he does not have enough experience and understanding, then the conclusion he draws will of course be biased. Yes, this is a serious problem problem, both for patients and for industry. But if you want to unravel a person's knot, no matter how much scales and tests can help you, you still have to finally understand for yourself what that person is thinking."
Zhannia turned her head and looked at Zhou Wenxing. She still couldn't see anything about the dark-haired young man that looked like a counselor or a doctor. Compared with during the day, he seemed to be in a melancholic mood at this moment. Chirabin didn't look like a mentally ill person, she thought, but Zhou Wenxing looked more like one. He was not with Akurabin during the day. Is it because Akurabin was still resting in the hotel? It is not surprising that people who engage in art often have reversed schedules, and their nerves are active in the dead of night.
Akarabin pressed his fingers to the tip of his nose. Under the firelight, his shadowed face looked mysterious. He said, "Jennifer, Zhou has a gift for sniffing other people's thoughts."
"Mind reading?"
"No, no, it's completely different. Have you ever heard the story of a pet that saved its owner? On a certain day, the owner found that his dog suddenly became depressed and sad, or barked at him for no reason. He was affected by it. The alert owner went to the hospital for a physical check-up and found out that he had cancer and almost missed the best opportunity for treatment. Dogs rely on their sense of smell to detect problems. They can even smell the specific type of cancer you have. . And Zhou, he has such a similar talent that he can detect mental illness from people's words and deeds. The more he talks to the patients and the longer they are in contact, the more he can understand the details of the illness. This kind of Details can be scary."
When Akurabin said these words, his tone sounded serious, as if he took it seriously. However, for some reason, he gave the outside world the impression of being so relaxed and lazy. The more serious he looked, the more it looked like a fake joke. He also compared Zhou Wenxing to a pet dog, which made Zhannia feel a little funny and she didn't know whether she should believe him.
"You mean," she said, "that he's very caring? Very attentive and sensitive?"
"Not everyone, Jennifer. Like I said before, what Zhou is good at detecting are people with specific psychological problems. It's like...well, do you play any sports? Your body looks like a sports person. "
"I play basketball."
"Not a bad fight, right?"
"I think it's not bad."
"That's right. So, when you see that kind of sports game promotional film - the kind of film that edits together more than ten seconds of various sports clips, will you pay special attention to the clips about basketball? I bet you Yes. And you will also look at how this person plays and what position he plays. If this person happens to play in the same position as you, you will compare this person's skills with your own. If this person happens to play in the same position as you, you will compare this person's skills with your own. You won't forget someone who plays very well. And it only takes ten seconds... Among the countless events you have experienced throughout the day, you happen to be able to remember such a person who has nothing to do with you. .Isn’t this wonderful? You have an extraordinary exploration of the things you are interested in, which is not mysterious. The same is true for Zhou."
"But," Zhannia didn't let him go, "basketball is a very common hobby."
"you mean?"
"Sniffing other people's psychology is not."
"It's hard to say, Jennifer, it's hard to say. There are a lot of different factors here. There are people who think it's cool, it's the pursuit of power and respect among other people; there are people who are pica on a spiritual level, and that's Talk about feeding on other people's trauma - but neither of those have anything to do with Zhou. His talent comes from experience. At this point, I don't know if it's appropriate to continue talking to you, Jennifer. This It involves his personal privacy. Zhou, do you mind if I talk to this little girl about your early experiences?"
Akarahama turned his face to the corner. Only then did Zhou Wenxing seem to turn his attention back from the sea behind the night. He glanced at Zhannia a little indifferently, and seemed to be looking into the void behind her.
"It doesn't matter if you don't talk about it," Jania said. She noticed that Zhou Wenxing's mood was in a subtle and ethereal state, and that was something quite personal. Despite all the strange things about the young man, she didn't have to dig into the heart of a stranger. The night wind made her feet feel cold. The wonderful adventure on this rainy night had been long enough.
She was about to stand up and go back to her room to sleep. But at this time, Zhou Wenxing's thoughts seemed to have finally returned from the rough sea. His eyes calmed and a smile appeared on his face. Then he said in standard Chinese: "It's okay, I'm happy to talk about it."
Jania turned her heels in her slippers. Akurabin didn't seem to think this was weird at all, and continued to speak in his standard English that Jania heard: "Great. Would you like to tell it yourself? Or me? I'd be happy to tell it. story, but it’s certainly not as detailed as what you know yourself.”
"Let me ask you to tell it." Zhou Wenxing said, "You are a good storyteller."
"Okay, okay. Then would you like to make some additions to me? When you think it's necessary?"
"I'll tell you."
As the traveling companions conversed in their respective languages, Jania's eyes followed the speaker as if watching a ping-pong match. This is really hell, she thought to herself, what is going on with these two people? Is this how they talk every day? What if she interjected their conversation in German?
"Zhou was born in an ancient place," Chirabin said, shaking his head. "In a remote village, his mother was abandoned by her biological parents and was later adopted by scavengers in the mountains. She learned a lot during her career as a scavenger. Identifying herbs, which later proved to be very useful. But she also suffered some hardships, which were very sad. We won't go into the specific details. In short, she had a child during that period, And she decided to give birth to him and raise him alone. So she looked for a stable job everywhere, and finally a local prominent family took her in and asked her to do simple work in the herb garden. So she started working as a The identity of the maid stayed there. She gave birth to a child, which was, of course, Zhou. The poor girl became a mother from then on, but never experienced love until she fell in love with another person who worked in the family. butler……"
"Not a valet." Zhou Wenxing said, "He is a martial arts teacher."
"Ah, yes, that's right. Sorry I keep confusing this. Zhou is right, Jennifer, that man is a martial arts teacher who is responsible for teaching the eldest son of the family. From the perspective of our civilized society, of course He is also a wage earner, but it is a little different in Zhou's hometown. There, a 'private teacher' is considered to have established a special relationship with the students, a power relationship between elders and younger generations. So you see , he is a little different from ordinary valets. And Zhou's mother fell in love with this martial arts teacher, and unfortunately - or it can be said to be very lucky - the martial arts teacher's beloved ex-wife passed away. Do you know how she died, Zhou?"
"Murder." Zhou Wenxing said calmly, "At that time they thought she was murdered by ghosts."
"Ah, yes. Don't be so surprised, Jennifer. There are places in the world so different from our lives that there are countless people who believe that ghosts can murder. Anyway, the poor woman died, leaving only She left behind her heartbroken husband and a sickly son. He was clearly grieving for a while, and that was not an act, as he nearly died of the disease himself. But Zhou's mother patiently cared for him during those days. , almost painstakingly. After a while, they became husband and wife, and their two children became brothers. You may guess that this family will not be harmonious, and the husband will neglect the children of his ex-wife for the sake of his new wife. Or the wife can't forgive her husband for still thinking about the old love. However, at least on the surface, this new family loves each other. The wife takes care of the two children carefully and equally, especially the one who is sick. Your brother always Do you need to take medicine, Zhou? He is very ill?"
"Fever and hallucinations." Zhou Wenxing replied, "When you are at your weakest, you can't see anything."
"You never mentioned that. You mean he was blind for a while?"
"He couldn't see normal things. Everything looked completely different to him, which made it completely impossible for him to communicate with the outside world. He could only stay in the house to recuperate."
"How did you explain his illness at that time?" Chirabin asked. His voice was so interested that he seemed to have forgotten that he was telling Jennifer a story.
"He was disturbed by ghosts."
"Do you often use this excuse? I mean, the locals like to use ghosts to explain the problems they encounter?"
"Not commonly used. But there's a reason for it."
"Perhaps you'd like to elaborate more?"
Zhou Wenxing smiled faintly. It seemed like he was helpless to Akarahama's curiosity. But Zhannia always felt that his expression was vain, as if a piece of paper covered his face. His eyes, illuminated by candlelight, were filled with indifference. When he spoke, it sounded like he was talking about something that had nothing to do with him.
"A group of robbers broke in when the family was out," he said. "The robbers looked very unusual and frightened people, so the servants thought they were ghosts. They were there. They found him in the garden, just as the people who went hunting had returned, and they used him as a hostage. During the confrontation between the two sides, the eldest son of the family shot the leading bandit to death with a bow and arrow, and saved him from them. He came down. But by then his throat had been slit and the blood was flowing, and I couldn't help him stop it."
"But he survived."
"It cost a lot," Zhou Wenxing said. "He kept having fevers and nightmares. I barely slept for a month."
"Are you responsible for taking care of him?"
"My mother is also injured and needs help cooking medicine every day."
"You and your brother have a good relationship, right?" Chirabin asked, "Has he ever taken care of you? When he had no health problems?"
"Yes. He taught me a lot about herbs and spices. Sometimes, when my mother was not available to look after us, he would be responsible for cooking and cleaning the house."
Akarahama chuckled, sounding almost neurotic. Jania looked at him inexplicably, not understanding what was so funny about the story. Although everything Zhou Wenxing said was absurd, there was no problem in getting along with the brothers. At least Zhaniya thought it was okay. She also had brothers who lived in other families. When Yu Qingshu had no time to take care of them, her brother would go to the kitchen to make some vegetable pancakes and fried chicken nuggets. Jania moved her toes again when she thought of this. She was praying that there were no robbers in the African rainforest.
"Does he do anything else?" Akarabin seemed fascinated by this boring topic, "I mean, since his father works for that family, doesn't it mean that he will also have some work to do? "
"There's no heavy work. He's the son of a martial arts teacher, which is different from an ordinary valet. But he does do a little work. Maintaining bows and arrows and weapons at the training ground. He also helps in the garden, that's He wanted to."
"Does he like gardens?"
Zhou Wenxing did not answer this question. He looked at the sea again and said to himself: "After his illness relapsed, I have been taking care of him. At first, I followed my mother's method, and then I found that his biological mother left some folk remedies. I learned them all. I came here and used them all. In the process of treating him, I found that I was constantly understanding what he saw. While speculating on the scenes he saw, I began to realize that some people echoed him. . He will attract specific people, and specific people will go to him. At first, I only had a rough idea of what kind of people would go to him. Gradually, I just had to watch him speak to someone once. I know the characteristics of this person. In the end, there is no need for his appearance. I can tell it by myself. It can be said that I have no interest in mental illness, but I have been trained unconsciously. That's all. Because my brother has a special ability, and this ability seems to have been passed on to me."
He turned and looked directly at Jania.
"He is always calling those who are useful to him," he said, "people with broken hearts. People who cannot appreciate the joy of life. People who are in pain for survival all the time - people who can only look at death in one direction. .”
