He held the girl's soft body, and the comfortable heat continued to flow over, spreading from the chest to the whole body, as if he was soaking himself in hot spring water, and his body and mind were completely swallowed up.
The aroma of the hair lingers and invades the nasal cavity, and the sweet fragrance fills the lungs, like a large dose of anesthetic being injected into the inside of the body.
She rested her head on the hollow of his right shoulder as if crying on her shoulder, and could look down at the small, round earlobes and the white back of her neck.
Zhu Yu is thinking.
——How did things become like this?
An hour ago, the two opened the door and hung their school uniform jackets on the hangers.
I won't have to wear it for the rest of the week.
Dinner had already been settled separately. Lin Suicao also complained about how unpalatable the food in the cafeteria was. After that, they should have taken a shower and gone to bed.
But recently they have one more thing to do.
Zhu Yu put his phone on the coffee table in front of the sofa and greeted the girl who just came out of the bathroom.
"She probably won't call today."
That's waiting for Xia Fenghe's contact.
She has now honorably changed her job from a patient to a squatter at home, and is studying rehabilitation at Xia Shurong's home.
I have been calling almost every night these days, and the ratio of calls to Zhu Yu and Suicao's mobile phones is close to 50:50.
But in the end it usually ends up being two people chatting with her.
If the summer vacation lasts for a while longer, she might come here every day and end up staying here.
Today has passed the time when she usually calls, so Zhu Yu speculated like this.
"Maybe you want to wait until later to call me alone."
Lin Suicao rolled up a lock of wet black hair as if holding a piece of fine silk and sat down next to the sofa, "Blow it for me."
"I didn't do anything to make her want to avoid it."
Zhu Yu took the hair dryer and pressed the switch.
The hot wind blew across her swan-like neck, gradually drying her lead-colored hair.
"Have you ever performed in a play at school?"
Looking at the other person's floating hair, Zhu Yu suddenly remembered what An Baizhi once said.
"Huh? It probably happened during the club art festival."
She replied casually, bending her white legs on the sofa, "Change to the other side, it's not dry yet."
Among the first and second grade students, there is indeed a student club in Songshi Normal High School, but the general activity time is limited to Saturday afternoons, and it is not possible to start club activities after school ends at three o'clock every day.
Although there are a large number of parallel imports whose purpose is only to provide rest and complete Sunday homework in advance, there are also groups that are really serious about activities.
Of course, none of this has anything to do with high school seniors.
The Film and Television Research Club that Lin Suicao participated in was a small club with some achievements.
"You actually join the club?"
Zhu Yu was quite shocked when he heard this.
His impression of Lin Suicao was that he was not keen on group activities.
The girl replied lazily: "The Film and Television Research Institute has successfully applied for a venue for club activities before, and the key is in the hands of the president."
When he learned this reason, Zhu Yu had already smelled some kind of dark atmosphere.
"That's right. Once you reach the second year of high school, it will be in my hands."
The hair had been completely dried and fell from Zhu Yu's palm. Lin Suicao turned half a circle on the sofa cushion like a cat rolling.
“It’s quite appealing to have a separate space.”
The current president who successfully usurped the throne gave a speech.
"Let me remind you, that is not a private space, it is a collective place of the community."
"I am the community."
More than three hundred years later, a female high school student once again made a tyrant's statement.
Perhaps because he felt that his words were too secondary, Lin Suicao added: "I am also doing my best to maintain the existence of the club. For example, I am planning to change the format of the program this year."
"No more drama?"
"After all, this is a film and television research institute. Last year's event was a little off-topic."
She picked up the cushion behind her and blocked it in front of her, "We have decided to make a short film this year, but unfortunately we only have two people and we can't find a suitable script for the time being."
"?Several people?"
"Zhou Yun and I...are the girls you met this morning."
Lin Suicao said nonchalantly, "It doesn't matter. There is no such thing as canceling a club if there are not enough people in the attached middle school. As long as the results are handed over, new students will naturally take over next year."
"How do you get the confidence to deliver results?"
Zhu Yu complained.
This club looks like it's on the verge of collapse.
"Speaking of which, how did you know about this? Has your memory been restored?"
Lin Suicao didn't particularly care about the club's affairs, but instead inquired about his sources.
"An Bai Zhi told me."
"……who?"
"That girl is going home with us today."
——This conversation may be the cause of the incident.
When the hour hand pointed to half past ten, Lin Suicao suddenly held a black-covered notebook and stopped Zhu Yu who was about to go back to the room.
“Experiential therapy.”
She opened the first page of her notebook and said, "You promised me to try something last time, and now it's been a few days, let's complete the second one."
This was an agreement that Zhu Yu made with her during the summer vacation. It was a therapeutic method to stimulate him to regain his memory by recreating what he had done in the past.
"Yes, yes, but what are you going to do at this point in time?"
Lin Suicao asked in turn: "Have you ever heard of the Pygmalion effect?"
This refers to the phenomenon where one person's expectations about another person's behavior become a self-fulfilling prophecy.
"Sincerely appreciating others and motivating them, will your expectations of them come true in the end?"
Zhu Yu searched in his mind, "For example, if you praise others for their high level of intelligence, you will eventually find that their performance has improved."
"That's right. In fact, there is a similar principle in love relationships. Affirming your partner's strengths will make the other person change in the direction you expect."
They sat down on the couch again.
Lin Suicao seemed to be giving a psychology lecture: "The most basic and obvious part is the external beauty of people."
"so……?"
"The next thing I do, I call it Pygmalion."
She weaved a sophisticated trap with her words, "Didn't you say I was cute last time?"
In fact, he is hiding the bad things he says about you in his heart.
"Then this time, I want to specifically explain where the cuteness is."
The rules of the game are quite simple.
Name any part of the other person's body, touch it, and then compliment it.
Both parties must perform this act simultaneously.
"In order to avoid unnecessary worries, it is forbidden to have unsound parts."
Lin Suicao completed the explanation.
“What does this have to do with experiential therapy?”
Zhu Yu questioned, "Do you want to say that I have played this game with you?"
"You did."
She answered almost immediately, a defiant smile on her face.
"This is what you once said. Maybe if you try it, some impressions will emerge?"
"Or do you actually not want to restore your memory?"
——This is how it started.
