"Want to come and chat with your friends, Xiao Ran?"
Lin Anran is ready.
Sitting in the familiar sofa chair, he took a deep breath and nodded to Doctor Zhou.
"You don't need to be restrained, we can talk freely," Doctor Zhou said calmly and kindly, and asked, "Where do you want to start?"
Unexpected silence. So she continued: "Let me think about it, you two get along so well, maybe you two have the same hobbies. What does he like?"
Lin Anran on the opposite side heard her question, as if hearing some kind of signal emission in her ears, and thought to herself, here.
That's it, fortunately he came prepared.
Time goes back to the night before. Last night, Lin Anran deliberately took the notebook and pen, pulled down his old face and asked Shang Hao's questions all night, which can be said to have done enough homework in advance.
At this time, Lin Anran, who was sitting in front of Teacher Zhou, replied smoothly: "He knows how to do horsemanship and also a musical instrument."
In fact, Shang Hao last night said "Ran Ran" at first. Lin Anran couldn't tell him, and was forced to open Baidu helplessly, only then did Shang Hao explain it.
"It seems to be a very good person." Teacher Zhou said. She noticed that Lin Anran answered the question smoothly, and tentatively asked the next question: "Can you tell me his name?"
Lin Anran's eyes always fell on the safe position of his knee. Doctor Zhou noticed that he took another deep breath before he said the name: "...Shang Hao."
The name was a bit familiar, she said it in her heart and paid attention to it.
It should be said that today's dialogue went too smoothly.
Lin An answered very smoothly every time. Regarding this friend, his birthday, constellation, height, and even blood type he answered clearly, with a lot of lag in the middle.
Their questions gradually became deeper without realizing it. Teacher Zhou asked: "Your friend lives with you. Does he currently have a girlfriend?"
It was this question that made Lin Anran hesitate.
Do you have a girlfriend...
He finally replied: "No."
"It might be a bit presumptuous," Doctor Zhou slowed down: "You can choose not to answer this question. I am a little curious, is this person the one you are dating?"
Doctor Zhou also found this question abrupt. But she still waited for the answer. Lin An in front of him said frankly: "Yes."
He spoke slowly, then continued firmly:
"We are dating."
Doctor Zhou still felt that today's question and answer session went too smoothly.
"That's it..." She quickly thought about the following topic.
After saying those words, Lin Anran finally moved his eyes away from his knees. He looked at Teacher Zhou and took the initiative to say: "I have a picture of him."
He is a person who can't feel the atmosphere of dialogue. I don't know that after such abrupt remarks, the reticent self pushed the original atmosphere to be more formal and solemn.
The person who paused this time was replaced by Doctor Zhou. This development was beyond her expectation. She didn't expect Lin An to actually take out the phone to show her the photo.
"Okay?" She immediately became serious, put down the notebook and looked at it.
The screen of Lin Anran's mobile phone showed a picture, but the picture was a painting.
It is a portrait sketch, which seems to be painted by Lin Anran himself. There is undoubtedly a man with outstanding looks and temperament in the painting.
"This person is..."
Seeing that face, Doctor Zhou was taken aback. When she thought about it, why did she find the name just now familiar.
"Is it that Shang Hao from Tianneng Group?"
"It's him." Lin Anran said.
She calmly retracted her gaze, looked back at Lin Anran, and observed his expression.
Xiao Ran is now holding a portrait, saying that Shang Hao, who is on the rich list in the painting, is the target of his contacts. The child is introverted, sensitive and soft, but does not shrink.
Doctor Zhou smiled and said, "He really is a very good person. I am happy for you, Xiao Ran."
Lin Anran took back the phone and whispered thank you.
When Lin Anran sat in this position last time, she mentioned that "friend" and Lin An avoided talking about it.
A few days later, he even had photos this time, although he painted them himself.
Doctor Zhou saw that Lin Anran seemed to be able to accept such topics. She continued the conversation and asked, "I remember, you met in your house?"
After reading Teacher Zhou's glance, Lin Anran's gaze retracted again, hanging down on his lap. From just now until now, he has been nervous, and the other hand that is not holding the phone is silently clenched.
Lin Anran corrected her in a low voice: "It's downstairs in my house."
"Would you like to talk about it?"
"Great."
Lin Anran felt strongly at this moment that an hour and a half had passed so long.
...
A Shang Hao appeared in Lin Anran's life. This happened about a month ago.
He would know that Shang Hao was originally due to a news feed he accidentally saw that day about a report about successful entrepreneurs returning to his alma mater to donate to the library.
It was the picture that attracted his attention. Lin Anran stopped at that interface at the time, and he clicked in to take a look.
Generally speaking, news pictures are very flat and realistic, and the portraits taken are real rather than beautiful. But in a row, the tallest man in a suit can still make the audience notice his face at a glance.
This person is the entrepreneur who donated the building. Lin Anran didn't read the report, just looked at the pictures.
Good-looking is one aspect, but he thinks he shouldn't be the kind of person who is stunned.
Lin Anran thought to no avail, and attributed his behavior at that time to his professionalism and artistic integrity, and wanted to learn a little advanced experience in portrait painting from this person's excellent appearance.
It should be like this. At noon, he also dreamed of this person when he was dreaming.
That face appeared in the dream. He dreamed that he and the entrepreneur were at the same table, and the two were still sitting together in class.
The light of the setting sun was golden red, and a layer of illusory light shrouded the face of the person, and the corners of the young man's hair and eyes were emitting orange light.
The man was very tall, a pair of black eyes looked down, and Lin Anran's face was reflected in his silent eyes.
After Lin Anran woke up, she sat on the bed in a trance for a while.
Judging from his poor human social experience, he couldn't analyze this matter. Maybe this person does have something special.
But dreaming is a mystery. He once saw a female host who had a weather forecast in his dreams. This shouldn't be a rare thing. Lin Anran thought.
Because he is still very clear about his mediocre life experience, and he has never had such things as amnesia. The ironclad fact is that there is really no Shang Hao among his previous classmates.
What a bizarre dream.
At night, there was no water in the community, and Lin Anran slowly went downstairs to the community supermarket to fetch water. It was in that evening that he not only saw this person in a dream, but also in reality.
In reality, he looks exactly the same as in that news photo. He is very tall and looks good.
He is also looking at Lin Anran.
He smiled at Lin Anran.
Lin Anran could not repeat the specific details, and he was also dizzy at the time. I don't know why, this excellent person also showed him an extraordinary gentleness and kindness and surreal kindness and tolerance, and he can get along very well with the freak Lin Anran.
He even took the water in Lin Anran's hand, and then helped him lift it upstairs.
Lin Anran's handling of people is still as blunt and indifferent as before, because the person who suddenly appeared at that time has been unilaterally maintaining a harmonious atmosphere.
It seems that he is born to like Lin Anran so much.
At that time, Lin Anran wasn't quite right either.
Perhaps he also had a vaguely inexplicable feeling in his heart. This interpersonal relationship went so smoothly and ideally from beginning to end, unimpeded. Because this person feels...too safe.
Lin Anran was also nervous and embarrassed at first, but then he slowly stopped. Even if he keeps silent all the time, he is cute in the eyes of the other party.
"You are so good-looking," Lin Anran said at the time, and he asked like a kid in the kindergarten: "Can we be friends?"
Needless to say, his social skills are completely at the level of children.
Lin Anran shouldn't want to make friends. But this person feels very different to him.
But they really became friends. When two people meet, there is no twists and turns and misunderstandings, like two magnetic poles that are naturally attracted to each other. Even nowadays fairy tales would not write this way.
If it is a dream, it is considered a nightmare. Nothing counts when I wake up.
The man appeared again the next day.
The next is the third day and the fourth day... As Lin Anran and his acquaintance deepened, the Shang Hao whom Lin Anran knew slowly changed from a plane to a three-dimensional, as if from two-dimensional to three-dimensional. Gentle, friendly, and easy to talk, the nasty factors of arrogance began to show up.
What has not changed is his affection for Ran Ran.
...
Teacher Zhou's voice asked him on the opposite side: "So you asked him at the time, can you be a friend?"
Lin Anran was silent and nodded.
"You really became good friends later." Teacher Zhou said, lowering his head and writing something on the paper.
Lin Anran on the side did not speak. His gaze has moved away from the fixed and safe position, because Lin Anran lowered his head and stopped there, motionless.
After telling this story, the fragile courage in his body was even more hollowed out. His figure is like an out of air balloon, about to collapse.
He wanted to cry.
He messed up again. This feels too bad. He had tasted such a painful sense of defeat countless times in his previous life, but this time it is especially strong. He is different from others.
He has done his homework and tried to resist, but he still feels that he has nowhere to hide in front of "normal people." Doctor Zhou respects him very much, he feels like a freak covered in skin.
Only the faint rustle of pen and paper records remained in the consultation room.
Doctor Zhou quickly wrote down a few pens on the paper, and when he raised his head again, he suddenly heard Lin Anran on the opposite side speak.
"...I'm sorry," he said in frustration.
"No need to apologize." She said softly, "You performed well today. Are you feeling okay now?"
Lin Anran said yes. But he did not see Doctor Zhou again.
After finishing today's psychological consultation, Dr. Zhou sent Lin Anran out. After returning, looking at the contents recorded in the notebook, she sat back in front of the computer and typed Shang Hao's pinyin in the search bar.
It was the first time that Xiao Ran was willing to open himself to the outside world. This was progress and a good thing. It's just that the actual situation doesn't seem to be that way, Xiao Ran pushes the distance between himself and the outside world further.
He seems to be aware of the threats from the outside world. These are the tougher protective measures he has taken to his love partner.
Before, Doctor Zhou had guessed that Xiao Ran's relationship with that friend was not ordinary. According to Lin Huiyan last time, Xiaoran was the only one living in his family.
Doctor Zhou looked at the computer screen in thought.
There has been such a case. A star admirer firmly believes that he is in a relationship with a star he has never met. The other person loves him deeply, and his every move on the screen is showing his admiration for him. Feelings.
The main symptom of this syndrome is that the patient has the illusion of being secretly in love with another person, who usually has a higher social status.
Of course, but the above are only her personal conjectures, and it cannot be concluded that this is the case.
But she is more worried. Such patients are likely to make some bad actions, such as stalking, voyeurism, threats, and so on.
Now she has a problem. Xiaoran usually stays at home, but where did he go when he didn't come for consultation last week?
"Want to come and chat with your friends, Xiao Ran?"
Lin Anran is ready.
Sitting in the familiar sofa chair, he took a deep breath and nodded to Doctor Zhou.
"You don't need to be restrained, we can talk freely," Doctor Zhou said calmly and kindly, and asked, "Where do you want to start?"
Unexpected silence. So she continued: "Let me think about it, you two get along so well, maybe you two have the same hobbies. What does he like?"
Lin Anran on the opposite side heard her question, as if hearing some kind of signal emission in her ears, and thought to herself, here.
That's it, fortunately he came prepared.
Time goes back to the night before. Last night, Lin Anran deliberately took the notebook and pen, pulled down his old face and asked Shang Hao's questions all night, which can be said to have done enough homework in advance.
At this time, Lin Anran, who was sitting in front of Teacher Zhou, replied smoothly: "He knows how to do horsemanship and also a musical instrument."
In fact, Shang Hao last night said "Ran Ran" at first. Lin Anran couldn't tell him, and was forced to open Baidu helplessly, only then did Shang Hao explain it.
"It seems to be a very good person." Teacher Zhou said. She noticed that Lin Anran answered the question smoothly, and tentatively asked the next question: "Can you tell me his name?"
Lin Anran's eyes always fell on the safe position of his knee. Doctor Zhou noticed that he took another deep breath before he said the name: "...Shang Hao."
The name was a bit familiar, she said it in her heart and paid attention to it.
It should be said that today's dialogue went too smoothly.
Lin An answered very smoothly every time. Regarding this friend, his birthday, constellation, height, and even blood type he answered clearly, with a lot of lag in the middle.
Their questions gradually became deeper without realizing it. Teacher Zhou asked: "Your friend lives with you. Does he currently have a girlfriend?"
It was this question that made Lin Anran hesitate.
Do you have a girlfriend...
He finally replied: "No."
"It might be a bit presumptuous," Doctor Zhou slowed down: "You can choose not to answer this question. I am a little curious, is this person the one you are dating?"
Doctor Zhou also found this question abrupt. But she still waited for the answer. Lin An in front of him said frankly: "Yes."
He spoke slowly, then continued firmly:
"We are dating."
Doctor Zhou still felt that today's question and answer session went too smoothly.
"That's it..." She quickly thought about the following topic.
After saying those words, Lin Anran finally moved his eyes away from his knees. He looked at Teacher Zhou and took the initiative to say: "I have a picture of him."
He is a person who can't feel the atmosphere of dialogue. I don't know that after such abrupt remarks, the reticent self pushed the original atmosphere to be more formal and solemn.
The person who paused this time was replaced by Doctor Zhou. This development was beyond her expectation. She didn't expect Lin An to actually take out the phone to show her the photo.
"Okay?" She immediately became serious, put down the notebook and looked at it.
The screen of Lin Anran's mobile phone showed a picture, but the picture was a painting.
It is a portrait sketch, which seems to be painted by Lin Anran himself. There is undoubtedly a man with outstanding looks and temperament in the painting.
"This person is..."
Seeing that face, Doctor Zhou was taken aback. When she thought about it, why did she find the name just now familiar.
"Is it that Shang Hao from Tianneng Group?"
"It's him." Lin Anran said.
She calmly retracted her gaze, looked back at Lin Anran, and observed his expression.
Xiao Ran is now holding a portrait, saying that Shang Hao, who is on the rich list in the painting, is the target of his contacts. The child is introverted, sensitive and soft, but does not shrink.
Doctor Zhou smiled and said, "He really is a very good person. I am happy for you, Xiao Ran."
Lin Anran took back the phone and whispered thank you.
When Lin Anran sat in this position last time, she mentioned that "friend" and Lin An avoided talking about it.
A few days later, he even had photos this time, although he painted them himself.
Doctor Zhou saw that Lin Anran seemed to be able to accept such topics. She continued the conversation and asked, "I remember, you met in your house?"
After reading Teacher Zhou's glance, Lin Anran's gaze retracted again, hanging down on his lap. From just now until now, he has been nervous, and the other hand that is not holding the phone is silently clenched.
Lin Anran corrected her in a low voice: "It's downstairs in my house."
"Would you like to talk about it?"
"Great."
Lin Anran felt strongly at this moment that an hour and a half had passed so long.
...
A Shang Hao appeared in Lin Anran's life. This happened about a month ago.
He would know that Shang Hao was originally due to a news feed he accidentally saw that day about a report about successful entrepreneurs returning to his alma mater to donate to the library.
It was the picture that attracted his attention. Lin Anran stopped at that interface at the time, and he clicked in to take a look.
Generally speaking, news pictures are very flat and realistic, and the portraits taken are real rather than beautiful. But in a row, the tallest man in a suit can still make the audience notice his face at a glance.
This person is the entrepreneur who donated the building. Lin Anran didn't read the report, just looked at the pictures.
Good-looking is one aspect, but he thinks he shouldn't be the kind of person who is stunned.
Lin Anran thought to no avail, and attributed his behavior at that time to his professionalism and artistic integrity, and wanted to learn a little advanced experience in portrait painting from this person's excellent appearance.
It should be like this. At noon, he also dreamed of this person when he was dreaming.
That face appeared in the dream. He dreamed that he and the entrepreneur were at the same table, and the two were still sitting together in class.
The light of the setting sun was golden red, and a layer of illusory light shrouded the face of the person, and the corners of the young man's hair and eyes were emitting orange light.
The man was very tall, a pair of black eyes looked down, and Lin Anran's face was reflected in his silent eyes.
After Lin Anran woke up, she sat on the bed in a trance for a while.
Judging from his poor human social experience, he couldn't analyze this matter. Maybe this person does have something special.
But dreaming is a mystery. He once saw a female host who had a weather forecast in his dreams. This shouldn't be a rare thing. Lin Anran thought.
Because he is still very clear about his mediocre life experience, and he has never had such things as amnesia. The ironclad fact is that there is really no Shang Hao among his previous classmates.
What a bizarre dream.
At night, there was no water in the community, and Lin Anran slowly went downstairs to the community supermarket to fetch water. It was in that evening that he not only saw this person in a dream, but also in reality.
In reality, he looks exactly the same as in that news photo. He is very tall and looks good.
He is also looking at Lin Anran.
He smiled at Lin Anran.
Lin Anran could not repeat the specific details, and he was also dizzy at the time. I don't know why, this excellent person also showed him an extraordinary gentleness and kindness and surreal kindness and tolerance, and he can get along very well with the freak Lin Anran.
He even took the water in Lin Anran's hand, and then helped him lift it upstairs.
Lin Anran's handling of people is still as blunt and indifferent as before, because the person who suddenly appeared at that time has been unilaterally maintaining a harmonious atmosphere.
It seems that he is born to like Lin Anran so much.
At that time, Lin Anran wasn't quite right either.
Perhaps he also had a vaguely inexplicable feeling in his heart. This interpersonal relationship went so smoothly and ideally from beginning to end, unimpeded. Because this person feels...too safe.
Lin Anran was also nervous and embarrassed at first, but then he slowly stopped. Even if he keeps silent all the time, he is cute in the eyes of the other party.
"You are so good-looking," Lin Anran said at the time, and he asked like a kid in the kindergarten: "Can we be friends?"
Needless to say, his social skills are completely at the level of children.
Lin Anran shouldn't want to make friends. But this person feels very different to him.
But they really became friends. When two people meet, there is no twists and turns and misunderstandings, like two magnetic poles that are naturally attracted to each other. Even nowadays fairy tales would not write this way.
If it is a dream, it is considered a nightmare. Nothing counts when I wake up.
The man appeared again the next day.
The next is the third day and the fourth day... As Lin Anran and his acquaintance deepened, the Shang Hao whom Lin Anran knew slowly changed from a plane to a three-dimensional, as if from two-dimensional to three-dimensional. Gentle, friendly, and easy to talk, the nasty factors of arrogance began to show up.
What has not changed is his affection for Ran Ran.
...
Teacher Zhou's voice asked him on the opposite side: "So you asked him at the time, can you be a friend?"
Lin Anran was silent and nodded.
"You really became good friends later." Teacher Zhou said, lowering his head and writing something on the paper.
Lin Anran on the side did not speak. His gaze has moved away from the fixed and safe position, because Lin Anran lowered his head and stopped there, motionless.
After telling this story, the fragile courage in his body was even more hollowed out. His figure is like an out of air balloon, about to collapse.
He wanted to cry.
He messed up again. This feels too bad. He had tasted such a painful sense of defeat countless times in his previous life, but this time it is especially strong. He is different from others.
He has done his homework and tried to resist, but he still feels that he has nowhere to hide in front of "normal people." Doctor Zhou respects him very much, he feels like a freak covered in skin.
Only the faint rustle of pen and paper records remained in the consultation room.
Doctor Zhou quickly wrote down a few pens on the paper, and when he raised his head again, he suddenly heard Lin Anran on the opposite side speak.
"...I'm sorry," he said in frustration.
"No need to apologize." She said softly, "You performed well today. Are you feeling okay now?"
Lin Anran said yes. But he did not see Doctor Zhou again.
After finishing today's psychological consultation, Dr. Zhou sent Lin Anran out. After returning, looking at the contents recorded in the notebook, she sat back in front of the computer and typed Shang Hao's pinyin in the search bar.
It was the first time that Xiao Ran was willing to open himself to the outside world. This was progress and a good thing. It's just that the actual situation doesn't seem to be that way, Xiao Ran pushes the distance between himself and the outside world further.
He seems to be aware of the threats from the outside world. These are the tougher protective measures he has taken to his love partner.
Before, Doctor Zhou had guessed that Xiao Ran's relationship with that friend was not ordinary. According to Lin Huiyan last time, Xiaoran was the only one living in his family.
Doctor Zhou looked at the computer screen in thought.
There has been such a case. A star admirer firmly believes that he is in a relationship with a star he has never met. The other person loves him deeply, and his every move on the screen is showing his admiration for him. Feelings.
The main symptom of this syndrome is that the patient has the illusion of being secretly in love with another person, who usually has a higher social status.
Of course, but the above are only her personal conjectures, and it cannot be concluded that this is the case.
But she is more worried. Such patients are likely to make some bad actions, such as stalking, voyeurism, threats, and so on.
Now she has a problem. Xiaoran usually stays at home, but where did he go when he didn't come for consultation last week?
