Lin Anran took out the insulated box that was not in the schoolbag yesterday and used it as breakfast today.
It's nothing special. Lin Anran doesn't know how to cook. Inside the insulation box is a layer of ordinary and carefully prepared sandwiches, and the color of each layer is not repeated.
Although it has been a day, the color of the vegetable leaves is not as bright as it was yesterday.
Yesterday he went to the Convention and Exhibition Center with this big lunch box on his back, and came back intact. What he ate himself that afternoon was a piece of bread.
Lin Anran warmed up the sandwiches and brought them to the breakfast table. The two ate them together.
Before he left the house, Shang Hao turned back and put his arms around Lin Anran.
He hugged hard. I only felt that this person's arms were tightened, and Lin Anran hadn't reacted yet, and his feet had already left the ground.
Shang Hao's people are taller and stronger than him, and they are almost reaching the door frame. His arms are equally big and generous, the kind of security that can envelop people.
In contrast, the thin Lin Anran might not be enough for him to hold.
A slipper on Lin Anran's feet was thrown off to the ground, and he was hugged and kissed under the cover of a door panel.
He still restrained, and after pressing Lin Anran's lips, he pulled back.
He just hugged Lin Anran tightly, and the two pairs of eyes were very close, their eyes blended together.
Shang Hao's eyebrows are high, and his pupils are deep, which always gives people a deep and unpredictable feeling whenever he looks at it. Lin Anran has a thin face. After staring at him for two seconds, he heard Shang Hao's voice: "The face is red again."
Even though he said that, his eyes were still fixed on Lin Anran.
Shang Hao bent down, and at the same time the person followed Lin Anran down, the two bodies were inseparable like magnets.
This person has been lying on his neck, unwillingly open his mouth, and took a bite.
The strength is not heavy. After the man retreated, a particularly numb feeling remained there.
At this time, the suit Shang Hao just wore was crumpled again. He glanced at it, stretched it casually, and said goodbye to Lin Anran.
Lin Anran breathed the fresh air, and was finally able to watch him leave.
He closed the door, stepped on slippers and ran into the bathroom, looking in the mirror to see how red his face was.
It's really red.
Lin Anran iced her cheek with the back of her hand, and stared at her silly look in the mirror.
But it's weird. He likes this feeling.
After Shang Hao left, he was left alone. He walked out of the bathroom while touching his face, and stopped at the dining table.
The bowls and plates on the table are still left there and not cleaned up. Lin Anran stared at the tableware for the two in a daze, and he sat down at the table.
After Shang Hao went out, he was the only one left.
For most of his day, this quietness was the norm, and now it's just returning to normal.
It's just that the dishes on the table are indeed for two people, and there is always a sense of unreality in his heart.
Indeed, there is only one person.
...
Very soft piano music is played in the room of the counseling center. There is a thermostat here, and the temperature is always at an appropriate level. The gauze curtain is pulled up so that the light just won't be too bright. The noise from the outside world is cut off.
Lin Anran was sitting on a single sofa chair with a glass of water on hand.
The psychological consultation that I didn't do yesterday was replaced with today. Teacher Zhou is a gentle woman with medium-length hair and light makeup. Her voice is always very patient and gentle whenever she speaks. It makes people feel cordial when listening.
"Okay, it's still the same, let's talk about it now."
Lin Anran lowered his eyes and nodded. He quietly leaned back on the sofa, his eyes fell on his knees.
"Do you feel better today?"
The reason for asking for leave yesterday was physical discomfort. Lin Anran paused, and he nodded.
When chatting, Doctor Zhou always suggested that Lin Anran need not face her directly.
The piano sound is very soft and gentle, like gentle flowing water, slowly soaking through the brain.
Doctor Zhou's voice continued to ask slowly: "So, has'he' come to you recently?"
Lin Anran just stared at her knees quietly, and he nodded again.
"How often will'he' come to you?"
Lin Anran: "Every day."
"That's it," the rustle of paper and pen rubbed. She went on to say: "You said that the two of you didn't know each other before. It looks like you get along well with'him'."
Doctor Zhou laughed: "'He' is a very good person, right?"
Lin Anran answered this question without burden, and said, "Yeah."
"So, can we say this: You are not a person who can't make friends."
After saying this, Doctor Zhou carefully observed Lin Anran's reaction.
Lin Anran was silent for a second, and finally just shook his head.
"You see,'he' is a very good friend," she slowly returned to the topic just now: "If the friend is someone like him, would you still feel repulsive?"
Lin Anran thought for a while. Finally he shook his head uncertainly.
Probably not, he is not sure.
"So, you see, making friends is not necessarily a bad thing. What do you think?"
She watched Lin Anran's expression and waited for his response. Either retort or echo, she wants to hear Lin Anran speak a complete sentence to express her point of view.
In the end, Lin Anran just nodded to her, as if he would nod whatever the other party said. Although he himself has not made new friends for many years.
That's it.
The living habit of growing up made Lin Anran no desire to talk and express to the outside world. He lives in his cocoon.
Part of Lin Anran's "self" is pinned on one person. This is undoubtedly very dangerous. He has only one outlet, especially since this person is still an intangible fantasy.
This is also related to his childhood experience. This wall of security has been built over the years and is deeply rooted.
For the next half an hour, Doctor Zhou talked with him about other things for a while. Today's chat is over.
Lin Anran breathed a sigh of relief.
Obviously this room is relaxing in all aspects, and he still feels uncomfortable in it. After leaving the room, there was a glass door outside. Lin Anran saw his aunt waiting for him with a thermos.
It should be that he didn't come here as expected yesterday, and my aunt will come here especially today.
Lin Anran felt a little guilty. Since he moved out by himself, his aunt has worried a lot for him.
His aunt's job is a junior high school teacher, and she doesn't have to go to work this weekend. She has a woolen curler that has only recently been burnt, her face and figure are slightly fattened, and she wears a pair of rimless glasses. She saw Lin An come out and waved to him quickly:
"Xiao Ran, aunt is here."
"Auntie."
Lin Anran called someone, and as soon as he approached, he was stuffed with a thermos bottle in his hand. Aunt winked at him, and said solemnly: "Good thing! Xiaoran!"
Lin Anran didn't need to look at it to know that there must be some famous stew in it.
I don't know why, his aunt has always believed in the effects of these soups for many years, and has always been committed to making the best tonic soups, hoping that they will work on her nephew.
After Dr. Zhou came out with him, he stood at the door and did not leave immediately. Lin Huiyan saw it, she immediately understood, and turned to Lin An Wenyan and exhorted: "Xiao Ran will wait for me here for a while..."
She didn't continue speaking, but patted Lin Anran's hand. Lin Anran knew that his aunt had something to talk with Doctor Zhou again.
Lin Huiyan went in. He held the thermos in his arms and sat down outside obediently and waited.
Doctor Zhou closed the door and talked with Lin Huiyan about Lin Anran's current situation.
"That's it, you said about Xiaohong and Xiaolan before. If it's convenient, I would like to know more about this."
Lin Huiyan was worried, she said one to one.
"It was when Xiao Ran was a child. He had crayons. He drew Xiao Hong and Xiao Lan with red and blue crayons and made friends with them. This situation lasted for several years... Actually, he was young. I was not by his side at the time, so I dont know more about it."
Lin Anran was brought by his mother when he was in elementary school.
That woman doesn't care about him at all. Every morning, Xiaoran went to school by herself. Once, the boiling hot pot directly cooked a piece of meat on the child's arm.
That woman usually doesn't know how to teach Xiao Ran. Such a small child, who could not cry or scream, took the piece of dead flesh that had deteriorated to black and purple to school for a day without saying a word.
Lin Huiyan felt depressed when she thought of the past.
Having said this, she began to sigh again: "Doctor Zhou, you said, if, I mean, if Xiao Ran really thinks of someone out of thin air, but in reality he doesn't feel it himself? How could it be?"
"This symptom is generally common in schizophrenia," said Dr. Zhou: "Don't be nervous, it's just a guess. I mean, An Ran has separated another person from his body, taking the role of a friend to care for him."
Lin Huiyan: "You said, he thinks this person is real. But things that haven't happened will always be different from reality. Wouldn't he notice it?"
Doctor Zhou thoughtfully: "I remember you said that one of the spare keys in Lin Anran's house is missing."
"That's it. In An Ran's fantasy, he handed the key to the house to that friend. But in fact, he handed it over to the split self.
"An Ran doesn't know where that key went. This own existence is to lie, and An Ran doesn't know about it. His current spiritual needs are satisfied and he has friends, which is enough.
"And Enran was kept in the dark during the whole process. This is the meaning of the appearance of'it'. Therefore, all traces of the existence of another person in the family were made by Lin Anran himself. That is why it is said that this is a schizophrenic one. Kind of symptoms."
Doctor Zhou thought about it, and continued: "And I think that role is probably not as simple as the role of'friend'."
1. The process of psychological counseling in the article was made up out of thin air by my imagination, my friends, don't take it seriously!
2. Which reader friend of my Kangkang is more successful?
Lin Anran took out the insulated box that was not in the schoolbag yesterday and used it as breakfast today.
It's nothing special. Lin Anran doesn't know how to cook. Inside the insulation box is a layer of ordinary and carefully prepared sandwiches, and the color of each layer is not repeated.
Although it has been a day, the color of the vegetable leaves is not as bright as it was yesterday.
Yesterday he went to the Convention and Exhibition Center with this big lunch box on his back, and came back intact. What he ate himself that afternoon was a piece of bread.
Lin Anran warmed up the sandwiches and brought them to the breakfast table. The two ate them together.
Before he left the house, Shang Hao turned back and put his arms around Lin Anran.
He hugged hard. I only felt that this person's arms were tightened, and Lin Anran hadn't reacted yet, and his feet had already left the ground.
Shang Hao's people are taller and stronger than him, and they are almost reaching the door frame. His arms are equally big and generous, the kind of security that can envelop people.
In contrast, the thin Lin Anran might not be enough for him to hold.
A slipper on Lin Anran's feet was thrown off to the ground, and he was hugged and kissed under the cover of a door panel.
He still restrained, and after pressing Lin Anran's lips, he pulled back.
He just hugged Lin Anran tightly, and the two pairs of eyes were very close, their eyes blended together.
Shang Hao's eyebrows are high, and his pupils are deep, which always gives people a deep and unpredictable feeling whenever he looks at it. Lin Anran has a thin face. After staring at him for two seconds, he heard Shang Hao's voice: "The face is red again."
Even though he said that, his eyes were still fixed on Lin Anran.
Shang Hao bent down, and at the same time the person followed Lin Anran down, the two bodies were inseparable like magnets.
This person has been lying on his neck, unwillingly open his mouth, and took a bite.
The strength is not heavy. After the man retreated, a particularly numb feeling remained there.
At this time, the suit Shang Hao just wore was crumpled again. He glanced at it, stretched it casually, and said goodbye to Lin Anran.
Lin Anran breathed the fresh air, and was finally able to watch him leave.
He closed the door, stepped on slippers and ran into the bathroom, looking in the mirror to see how red his face was.
It's really red.
Lin Anran iced her cheek with the back of her hand, and stared at her silly look in the mirror.
But it's weird. He likes this feeling.
After Shang Hao left, he was left alone. He walked out of the bathroom while touching his face, and stopped at the dining table.
The bowls and plates on the table are still left there and not cleaned up. Lin Anran stared at the tableware for the two in a daze, and he sat down at the table.
After Shang Hao went out, he was the only one left.
For most of his day, this quietness was the norm, and now it's just returning to normal.
It's just that the dishes on the table are indeed for two people, and there is always a sense of unreality in his heart.
Indeed, there is only one person.
...
Very soft piano music is played in the room of the counseling center. There is a thermostat here, and the temperature is always at an appropriate level. The gauze curtain is pulled up so that the light just won't be too bright. The noise from the outside world is cut off.
Lin Anran was sitting on a single sofa chair with a glass of water on hand.
The psychological consultation that I didn't do yesterday was replaced with today. Teacher Zhou is a gentle woman with medium-length hair and light makeup. Her voice is always very patient and gentle whenever she speaks. It makes people feel cordial when listening.
"Okay, it's still the same, let's talk about it now."
Lin Anran lowered his eyes and nodded. He quietly leaned back on the sofa, his eyes fell on his knees.
"Do you feel better today?"
The reason for asking for leave yesterday was physical discomfort. Lin Anran paused, and he nodded.
When chatting, Doctor Zhou always suggested that Lin Anran need not face her directly.
The piano sound is very soft and gentle, like gentle flowing water, slowly soaking through the brain.
Doctor Zhou's voice continued to ask slowly: "So, has'he' come to you recently?"
Lin Anran just stared at her knees quietly, and he nodded again.
"How often will'he' come to you?"
Lin Anran: "Every day."
"That's it," the rustle of paper and pen rubbed. She went on to say: "You said that the two of you didn't know each other before. It looks like you get along well with'him'."
Doctor Zhou laughed: "'He' is a very good person, right?"
Lin Anran answered this question without burden, and said, "Yeah."
"So, can we say this: You are not a person who can't make friends."
After saying this, Doctor Zhou carefully observed Lin Anran's reaction.
Lin Anran was silent for a second, and finally just shook his head.
"You see,'he' is a very good friend," she slowly returned to the topic just now: "If the friend is someone like him, would you still feel repulsive?"
Lin Anran thought for a while. Finally he shook his head uncertainly.
Probably not, he is not sure.
"So, you see, making friends is not necessarily a bad thing. What do you think?"
She watched Lin Anran's expression and waited for his response. Either retort or echo, she wants to hear Lin Anran speak a complete sentence to express her point of view.
In the end, Lin Anran just nodded to her, as if he would nod whatever the other party said. Although he himself has not made new friends for many years.
That's it.
The living habit of growing up made Lin Anran no desire to talk and express to the outside world. He lives in his cocoon.
Part of Lin Anran's "self" is pinned on one person. This is undoubtedly very dangerous. He has only one outlet, especially since this person is still an intangible fantasy.
This is also related to his childhood experience. This wall of security has been built over the years and is deeply rooted.
For the next half an hour, Doctor Zhou talked with him about other things for a while. Today's chat is over.
Lin Anran breathed a sigh of relief.
Obviously this room is relaxing in all aspects, and he still feels uncomfortable in it. After leaving the room, there was a glass door outside. Lin Anran saw his aunt waiting for him with a thermos.
It should be that he didn't come here as expected yesterday, and my aunt will come here especially today.
Lin Anran felt a little guilty. Since he moved out by himself, his aunt has worried a lot for him.
His aunt's job is a junior high school teacher, and she doesn't have to go to work this weekend. She has a woolen curler that has only recently been burnt, her face and figure are slightly fattened, and she wears a pair of rimless glasses. She saw Lin An come out and waved to him quickly:
"Xiao Ran, aunt is here."
"Auntie."
Lin Anran called someone, and as soon as he approached, he was stuffed with a thermos bottle in his hand. Aunt winked at him, and said solemnly: "Good thing! Xiaoran!"
Lin Anran didn't need to look at it to know that there must be some famous stew in it.
I don't know why, his aunt has always believed in the effects of these soups for many years, and has always been committed to making the best tonic soups, hoping that they will work on her nephew.
After Dr. Zhou came out with him, he stood at the door and did not leave immediately. Lin Huiyan saw it, she immediately understood, and turned to Lin An Wenyan and exhorted: "Xiao Ran will wait for me here for a while..."
She didn't continue speaking, but patted Lin Anran's hand. Lin Anran knew that his aunt had something to talk with Doctor Zhou again.
Lin Huiyan went in. He held the thermos in his arms and sat down outside obediently and waited.
Doctor Zhou closed the door and talked with Lin Huiyan about Lin Anran's current situation.
"That's it, you said about Xiaohong and Xiaolan before. If it's convenient, I would like to know more about this."
Lin Huiyan was worried, she said one to one.
"It was when Xiao Ran was a child. He had crayons. He drew Xiao Hong and Xiao Lan with red and blue crayons and made friends with them. This situation lasted for several years... Actually, he was young. I was not by his side at the time, so I dont know more about it."
Lin Anran was brought by his mother when he was in elementary school.
That woman doesn't care about him at all. Every morning, Xiaoran went to school by herself. Once, the boiling hot pot directly cooked a piece of meat on the child's arm.
That woman usually doesn't know how to teach Xiao Ran. Such a small child, who could not cry or scream, took the piece of dead flesh that had deteriorated to black and purple to school for a day without saying a word.
Lin Huiyan felt depressed when she thought of the past.
Having said this, she began to sigh again: "Doctor Zhou, you said, if, I mean, if Xiao Ran really thinks of someone out of thin air, but in reality he doesn't feel it himself? How could it be?"
"This symptom is generally common in schizophrenia," said Dr. Zhou: "Don't be nervous, it's just a guess. I mean, An Ran has separated another person from his body, taking the role of a friend to care for him."
Lin Huiyan: "You said, he thinks this person is real. But things that haven't happened will always be different from reality. Wouldn't he notice it?"
Doctor Zhou thoughtfully: "I remember you said that one of the spare keys in Lin Anran's house is missing."
"That's it. In An Ran's fantasy, he handed the key to the house to that friend. But in fact, he handed it over to the split self.
"An Ran doesn't know where that key went. This own existence is to lie, and An Ran doesn't know about it. His current spiritual needs are satisfied and he has friends, which is enough.
"And Enran was kept in the dark during the whole process. This is the meaning of the appearance of'it'. Therefore, all traces of the existence of another person in the family were made by Lin Anran himself. That is why it is said that this is a schizophrenic one. Kind of symptoms."
Doctor Zhou thought about it, and continued: "And I think that role is probably not as simple as the role of'friend'."
1. The process of psychological counseling in the article was made up out of thin air by my imagination, my friends, don't take it seriously!
2. Which reader friend of my Kangkang is more successful?
