On this day, Bai Mo experienced happiness and relaxation that he had never experienced before.
Yang Lu knew everything about him, maybe not enough, but at least he accepted him.
Of course, the reason for acceptance may be that Yang Lu painted those paintings knowing that Bai Mo had mental problems, and knew that Teng Jie would eventually cure Bai Mo.
The two played for a whole day. After dinner, Bai Mo sent Yang Lu back to school. The difference was that Bai Mo sent Yang Lu downstairs to her dormitory.
Bai Mo's appearance is definitely that of a school hero. Even at night, walking with Yang Lu on campus has a high rate of turning heads.
"Suddenly I regret asking you to send me to school." What Yang Lu saw was more of the nymphomaniacal looks of some female classmates, and she was so angry that she wanted to write her name on Bai Mo's face.
Bai Mo just smiled slightly, and he smelled a sour smell.
"I'm going back to the dormitory." Yang Lu said to Bai Mo. The dormitory was right behind her, which seemed to be hinting at something.
"Yes! I will accompany you to apply for a visa the day after tomorrow." Bai Mo said.
The expected scene did not appear. Yang Lu turned around and stuck out his tongue. He was about to walk towards the door when he was suddenly pulled back by a force.
Bai Mo's face appeared in front of Yang Lu's eyes. He kissed Yang Lu's forehead and said, "Get some rest early."
The expected scene appeared. Yang Lu's pretty face turned red, her mouth was covered with a smile and she walked quickly towards the door.
This kiss was undoubtedly an announcement. The announcement downstairs in the dormitory was equivalent to letting the entire school know that Yang Lu had a boyfriend.
Pushing open the door of the dormitory, Yang Lu saw several roommates looking at him at the same time.
"Okay, Little Lu!" the eldest sister was the first to speak, "You found such a handsome boyfriend, and we never knew about it? If I hadn't happened to see him by the window just now, were you still planning to hide it from us?"
"That's right! Please treat me to dinner quickly." Another girl said.
Then, several roommates started a criticism meeting against Yang Lu. Although she was ridiculed by her sisters, Yang Lu was very happy. She was finally with Teacher Bai.
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Early the next morning, Bai Mo came to Yujing Psychological Counseling Center.
Teng Jie must have been waiting for a long time, and the coffee on the table was almost finished.
"I'm in a good mood!" Teng Jie joked. He naturally knew that Bai Mo and Yang Lu had made an agreement yesterday.
"Hehe!" Bai Mo giggled twice and pointed to the door in the inner room, "Shall we start now?"
Last night, Teng Jie specifically told Bai Mo to come over early, saying that the treatment might take a long time.
Teng Jie nodded and made an invitation gesture, and the two of them walked into the inner room.
Bai Mo sat on the sofa chair, and Teng Jie helped him adjust the angle so that he could lean on it in a comfortable position.
"Do you know why you are asked to come here for treatment?" Teng Jie said as he poured a glass of hot water for Bai Mo and put the transparent glass next to Bai Mo's hand.
"Any explanation?" Bai Mo asked curiously.
"Do you still remember what happened after you came here last time?" Teng Jie said, "After you slept here, you deliberately gave me and Lu Wan food. Isn't it a prank?"
Bai Mo was stunned for a moment and smiled awkwardly. Of course he remembered the prank and was later retaliated by Lu Wan.
"Don't you think you were particularly relaxed at that time?" Teng Jie did not pursue Bai Mo's intention, "You are only 20 years old, and your peers are still enjoying the happiest college life and living a high-spirited life.
To me, what you did on that day was consistent with your age, rather than always putting on a mature and sophisticated posture as usual. "
At Teng Jie's reminder, Bai Mo thought about his mental state during those days.
Indeed, Bai Mo still felt that Teng Jie's consultation room had some magic power at that time, which made him feel particularly relaxed after waking up.
"So what do you really look like?" Teng Jie's voice became much softer. "Are you a portrait artist of the police force? Or a painter who loves art and wants to paint masterpieces? I think those are none of them. You, you are just a young man with regrets."
Pity?
Bai Mo looked at Teng Jie in confusion. He was a well-known painter in foreign academic circles. He was the most popular portraitist of the Meihai City Criminal Police Team. Now that he had Yang Lu, how could he have any regrets?
"Then what is your regret?" Tengjieti Baimo asked, "Is it loss? So what did you lose that makes you regret it all the time?"
In an instant, a scene sealed in Bai Mo's memory emerged.
That year, he was only 10 years old. On that day, there was an art exhibition in the Children's Palace.
Bai Mo clamored to go, and his mother, Tong Yongshi, agreed to make her son happy.
Bai Mo walked very fast on that street because he was eager to see the childish paintings of his peers.
A truck roared towards him, and even after seeing Bai Mo bouncing on the road, he showed no signs of slowing down. In fact, the truck was still accelerating.
In order to save him, his mother burst out with unprecedented speed and pushed him away, but she flew into the air with blood all over her body and fell heavily to the ground.
That day, he lost his mother. He cried very hard. He felt that he had killed his mother. If he hadn't insisted on going to the Children's Palace, if he hadn't walked too fast without looking at the road, his mother would not have died.
With a lot of grief and anger, the 10-year-old used his painting skills to draw a portrait of the driver, although he only saw a blurry shadow through the car window.
He wanted to kill the driver. How could a 10-year-old know how to kill someone?
His father found the murderer with the portrait. Bai Mo wanted to avenge his mother, but his father stopped him. It took two days of preaching to force Bai Mo to accept that the law is above all else.
Bai Mo really had no choice, he didn't even know where the driver was being held, but he thought of another way of revenge.
Bai Mo drew hundreds of ways to die in the form of paintings. The person who died in the painting was the driver. The ways of death in the painting were either what he saw on TV or what he heard on the street. .
But those were just Bai Mo's fantasies. The driver would only be shot through the head, which was the simplest way to die.
After that period of time, Bai Mo grew up a lot. In order not to let his father worry, he learned to hide his emotions. No matter how big a setback he faced, he could always adjust himself quickly and laugh it off.
The various bizarre ways of death conceived by those young men were forever sealed in the depths of his memory.
It wasn't until he saw the real murder scene after returning home that day that the sealed memory gradually loosened, and what followed was his guilt for his mother.
In a trance, Bai Mo entered a magical state. He whispered about his past and his biggest regret.
Tears fell from the corners of Bai Mo's eyes, and Teng Jie on the side showed compassion and sighed silently.
