After not seeing him for nearly a year, Dr. Lu is no different from what he remembers. He still wears light makeup and cannot tell his actual age. His facial features and temperament contain a unique charm.
"Long time no see." Qin Jue sent the flowers in his arms forward, "I'm here to disturb you again."
Doctor Lu showed a soft smile, took the bouquet that exuded a faint fragrance, turned sideways and invited Qin Jue to come in.
Qin Jue changed his shoes and walked into the living room, looking at the furniture and facilities out of the corner of his eye. Their arrangement was no different from the last time he saw it. Just like Dr. Lu, there was a sense of measured peace from beginning to end, from the inside out.
The bottom of the red wine bottle collided with the surface of the coffee table. Dr. Lu greeted Qin Jue to sit down in a calm tone as if treating an old friend. He leisurely took out a stoneware vase and unwrapped the flower branches. Kraft paper, add water, arrange flowers, then open the cupboard and find a corkscrew, decanter, funnel, filter cloth and two goblets.
Qin Jue was stuck in the sofa the whole time, his eyes falling on the fabric paintings on the wall, waiting in a daze.
The warm-toned light with moderate brightness alleviated the anxiety she had suppressed in her heart to a certain extent, but it only eased it. She listened to Dr. Lu's footsteps gradually approaching, closed her eyes and slowly exhaled, believing that patients should actively cooperate with the treatment. The mentality forces yourself to relax, relax, and relax again.
With the sound of gurgling water, Qin Jue opened his eyes and watched the crimson wine flowing slowly into the long-necked and pot-bellied decanter.
It took her a second to smell the aroma of wine.
What reaches the brain first before the aroma of grapes is the smell of rust.
Unlike the innate "auditory-visual" synesthesia of the little fox, this is a sensory connection that is forced to be established later in life.
A conditioned synaesthesia, a ridiculous and sad olfactory hallucination.
Normal people living in a harmonious age can hold a wine glass and chat with a smile about the different colors of red wine of different years. However, Qin Jue, facing the same color, can only think of what would happen if it appeared on a living person. How long the person has been injured, whether he is dead or not, and whether the blood is still fresh.
A large number of memory fragments suddenly flashed back in front of his eyes. Qin Jue frowned, reached out to wipe his tired brows, and pinched the bridge of his nose with his fingers.
Doctor Lu let out a soft sigh.
"I saw that the bouquet card was signed 'Yi Yu'. What's the story behind it?" She started the topic softly.
Qin Jue put down his hand and looked at the scattered flower branches in the stoneware pot.
"...Zhao Shujing." She whispered a name, "an old friend."
The air fell into silence. After a while, Qin Jue raised his eyes and met Dr. Lu's gentle gaze. He was confused at first, but then he suddenly realized that Dr. Lu was silent because he was patiently waiting for her next words.
But she didn't know when she started to develop the habit of holding her words in her heart again.
After a few words, he remained silent.
Qin Jue lowered his eyes and remained silent.
She felt that Dr. Lu's eyes were still on her face. There was no urging, no desperate or fanatical curiosity and inquiry, but it also did not make people think that she was indifferent and did not care about herself or what she was about to say.
It's a very comfortable environment to talk.
We don't know each other well, but I'm here.
Without familiarity, people will not have the psychological burden of "will the words I say affect the other party or exert negative energy on the other party?"
I am here, which means I am listening, I care, and I care because I am your psychiatrist, not because I am your friend or relative. I care about you, so you must speak out and let me care.
Human psychological activities and deep emotions are very complex.
The more gentle and delicate a person is, the easier it is for them to bear invisible mental pressure.
Qin Jue gradually became relaxed in silence.
She uncrossed her hands on her legs, rubbed her back, and found a more comfortable position to lie down on the sofa. When she looked up again, Dr. Lu's soft brows were still conveying a message to her -
You can take your time and speak confidently.
Qin Jue suddenly laughed.
"Professional." She praised from the bottom of her heart.
Then he said: "Wait a moment and get some materials."
Dr. Lu was stunned for a moment, then nodded and smiled: "Okay."
Qin Jue then straightened up his upper body and carefully observed Dr. Lu with sharp eyes, looking at her overall sitting posture, the placement of her legs and feet, the posture and gestures of her arms, her facial micro-expressions, the angle of her lips, and the direction of her gaze. Click, feel the temperament and aura of her whole body, and then expand your horizons to pay attention to the style of clothing, jewelry, background furniture, and the color, brightness, and lighting direction of the lights.
Qin Jue took out the notebook he carried with him and wrote down all the details one by one. While writing, he said again:
"major."
Dr. Lu smiled softly, neither grateful nor self-effacing, and had no intention of shifting the focus of the conversation to himself.
Qin Jue was still writing, focusing on two things and continued the previous topic:
"Sister Zhao was an actress on the crew of "The Cage". After she finished the show, she quit the show and returned to her hometown to open a flower shop. When we talked about it at that time, I said that I would buy flowers from her. So it will be the same this time.”
"So that's it." Dr. Lu responded.
Then he smiled and asked, "So what's the story behind this bottle of wine?"
Qin Jue raised her eyes and looked at the decanter - now the liquid in it was indeed wine in her eyes, but the color was just like blood, there was nothing to avoid - she said without thinking:
"I helped a child while filming "Daytime Rain". It was a little effort, but he and his family, and his parents, took this kindness very seriously. I happened to be chatting with him before I came here, so I decided to ask him for help. Just a little favor and brought me a bottle of red wine."
Dr. Lu did not immediately ask about Qin Jue's pause and change of words, but nodded softly.
"Have you ever heard of an interesting theory, Ms. Qin?" she said. "Most of the choices a person makes have deep meaning and invisible projection of their psychological state, and she/he sometimes is not aware of this. .”
"Um?"
Qin Jue responded, put the small notebook away after writing the last two strokes, raised his head and looked at Dr. Lu.
She did have some interest in the topic.
"Flowers are often seen as images that express emotions and cultivate sentiments, giving people a 'soothing' and 'relaxing' feeling."
Dr. Lu said eloquently, "Wine has two common impressions of 'savouring it carefully' and 'numbing the nerves' at the same time."
Qin Jue thought for a moment and nodded.
"From this perspective, the fact that you brought a bouquet of flowers and a bottle of wine shows that you are pursuing leisure and leisure away from the status quo and focusing on nature, but you also understand deep down that it is difficult to escape from the current situation you are in. , so I want to paralyze myself and escape from reality.”
"..." Qin Jue was silent and said after a few seconds, "The theory you just mentioned is very reasonable."
She collapsed on the sofa, looked up at the ceiling, and murmured:
"Dr. Lu, what do you think has changed between me now and a year ago?"
Soon, she heard an answer.
"You lacked humanity a year ago, but now your humanity is overflowing." Dr. Lu's voice was calm.
Qin Jue closed his eyes, sighed, and took his head back.
"It hits the nail on the head." She opened her eyes, but her eyelids drooped and complained, "It hits the nail on the head so much that I don't want to hear it anymore."
Doctor Lu curled his lips and smiled.
"Is there anything I can do to help?" she asked.
Qin Jue pondered for a moment: "I know that I have changed a lot compared to before. These changes used to be good, which made me very satisfied and I was happy to immerse myself in them."
"But then it developed to this state."
She flicked the goblet gently and heard it make a slight "ding" sound.
"The problem is that,
"I don't know when I started to become like this."
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