After rebirth, she first killed the book thief, and she was busy writing articles to save people

A few days later, Wen Mian was sitting in her friend's room, drinking sweet honey water, still finding it hard to believe.

I actually listened to Jiang Baige's words and took the initiative to find Sister Shan Jin, saying that I could provide her with some help.

What surprised her even more was that Sister Shanjin not only did not feel offended, but actually opened her heart to her - just like Sister Zhao said, she was carrying so many things on her own and had no one to share the burden with, which was really tiring.

Sometimes I couldn't help but lose my composure and take my anger out on my daughter.

She regretted it every time she did this, but sometimes the anger rushed to her head and she really couldn't control it.

Now that Wen Mian is willing to lend her a helping hand, she is of course willing to accept it.

The "olive branch" that Wen Mian extended was not just a few simple greetings and pleasantries, but rather heeded Jiang Baige's arrangement.

She started with her own situation and talked about how she had an unpleasant argument with her parents before she was ready to change jobs. Every time they talked about serious matters, they ended up quarreling unhappily. At one point, she had to take sleeping pills to fall asleep.

Later, at the suggestion of a friend who studied psychology, she had several heart-to-heart talks with a psychologist and learned some communication skills. It then became much easier for her to tell her parents about quitting her job and changing jobs.

Her parents understood her even better than she thought, because they felt sorry for her for having to spend a large sum of money to rent an apartment when she had just started working and hadn't earned any money yet. In the end, they even paid one and three times the deposit and rent for her.

After talking about his own affairs, Wen Mian brought the matter onto Jian Shanjin and her daughter, saying that they both loved each other very much, but maybe the communication between them was not very good, which led to some misunderstandings, so both sides were hurt. Maybe if they could find a third party to intervene, things would be much better.

In fact, Jian Shanjin understood this principle very well.

She sighed: "The question is, I am willing to see a psychiatrist, but is Xiaole willing? Now she already thinks I want to abandon her. If I ask her to see a psychiatrist again, I'm afraid she will have wild thoughts and think that I think she is sick..."

But the fact is, Xiaole is sick, and very sick.

As for psychological illnesses, it seems to be a normal thing for people to avoid seeing a doctor.

Not only Xiaole cares about this matter, I'm afraid even Jian Shanjin himself cares about it.

Fortunately, Jiang Baige had already anticipated this and had already discussed a countermeasure with Wen Mian.

"What if you just bring her out to meet friends?"

"friend?"

"It takes the person who tied the bell to untie it. In fact, we all know that the root cause of Xiaole's depression is actually her relationship with you. Instead of letting her confess herself to strangers again and again, it is better to let her tell you what she wants to say through a third party."

Jian Shanjin shook his head, still not quite understanding.

Wen Mian explained patiently: "To put it simply, I asked my friend who studies psychology to pretend to be your friend and go talk to Xiao Le."

Unexpectedly, Jian Shanjin agreed immediately.

Wen Mian thought of many words to persuade her, and even asked his friend who studied psychology for a copy of his fruitful resume, but he didn't have time to use them.

A few days later, Jian Shanjin said that Xiaole agreed and was willing to come and meet their "friends".

The place where they met was not at home, but a studio that focused on healing and relaxation.

The studio not only has large and soft sofas, delicious snacks, a variety of drinks, but also books, gentle music...

This place was chosen by Wenmian.

Because every time she encountered something unhappy, she would go there and stay for half a day or a day, and then she would calm down.

She believed Xiaole would feel the same way.

In order to get Xiaole to open up, Wen Mian also specifically told Jian Shanjin that he could leave in the middle of the meeting on the grounds that he was busy with work.

But Jian Shanjin did not really leave. She was in the next room - Wen Mian would stay there with her, listening to Xiaole chatting with the psychologist who was disguised as Jian Shanjin's friend.

Such informal chats can actually make people feel more at ease.

Although Wen Mian had great confidence in her friend's professional ability, when the day really came, she sat alone in the room in advance, listening to the clear but distant greetings from the next room, her heart still pounding wildly.

The honey water in her hand gradually turned from warm to cold. She confirmed several times that her cell phone was turned to silent mode so as not to disturb the smooth progress of the secret plan on the other side.

After more than ten minutes, the door of the room was gently pushed open. Wen Mian looked at Jian Shanjin who walked in and breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

Neither of them spoke. Wen Mian waved at her, and the latter sat next to her with a cup of honey water that had been prepared in front of him.

They stood very close to each other, as if this could protect them from something.

It was about half an hour before the conversation in the next room showed any substantial changes.

Xiaole smiled and said that his mother might be too busy at work to come back in time. Wenmian's friend did not say anything.

After a brief silence, they heard Xiaole say, "Well, just like always, she left me behind again."

Wen Mian turned his head to look at Jian Shanjin's expression beside him, but he didn't dare to move too much, for fear of disturbing the other person's emotions.

Jian Shanjin seemed not to notice Wen Mian's gaze at all. She held the paper cup tightly in both hands, her expression frozen with forbearance, like a volcano about to erupt. The lines of rapidly flowing lava could be vaguely seen on her face.

Taking Xiaole's words as an opportunity, the two people next door successfully broke the ice.

Similar to the mother and daughter, Xiaole seemed to have been patient for a long time and began to talk about her inner feelings.

Wen Mian heard Jian Shanjin murmur in a low voice: "I was just guessing before, I didn't expect that she really thought so... Why would she think so... How could she..."

At this time, Jian Shanjin turned his head and met Wen Mian's gaze: "I have given up many things in my life, but the only thing I have never given up is her."

Wen Mian didn't know what to say, so he could only hold her hand gently.

In the next room, Xiaole's conversation with Wenmian's friend was getting better and better.

Wen Mian's friend did not adopt the inquiring attitude of a psychologist, nor did he preach. Instead, after Xiao Le finished speaking, he talked about the past love-hate relationship between himself and his mother.

Just by the sound, Wen Mian could imagine Xiaole's eyes wide open.

Perhaps before this she had always thought that she was an alternative, lonely and abandoned person, but she did not expect that the parent-child relationship is an eternal mystery for mankind.

After a while, Wen Mian heard faint crying sounds.

He exchanged a glance with Jian Shanjin to confirm that he had not heard wrongly.

Xiaole's voice rang out, sobbing and nasal, it was she who was crying. Jian Shanjin clenched his fists and wanted to rush out, but was held down by Wen Mian in time.

On the other side, Wenmian's friend patted Xiaole's shoulder gently and seemed to be holding her in his arms, because the dull sound of patting and friction between clothes could be heard.

She said, "It's okay, Xiaole, just cry it out."

Wen Mian noticed that there was no movement beside him. He was about to talk to Jian Shanjin, but when he turned around, he was stunned: Jian Shanjin was already in tears.