my psychologist

The curtains were pulled open, and the dazzling morning light suddenly flooded into the room. I raised my hand to cover my eyes and waited for a while, looking at the window through the gap between my fingers——Fan Dongfang stood in front of the window with a backlight, covered with a layer of halo , he was wearing my pajamas, his face was a little blurred by the morning light, but he could still distinguish the gentle smile on his face.

In the morning, being woken up by the smell of rice in the room, and seeing the person I like smiling at me when I opened my eyes, this is really a wonderful experience.

I hugged the quilt and rolled, sat up and looked at him with a smile: "It's the first time I greet a new day in my apartment smelling the smell of rice."

Fan Dongfang walked to the bed, rubbed my messy hair with a smile, leaned over and kissed my forehead: "Good morning kiss."

I couldn't resist stretching out my arms to wrap his arms around his waist, wrapping my hands in his arms and laughing: "Hold me for a while, so I can wake up."

Fan Dongfang stood still, stroking the hair on the back of my head like stroking a cat. The atmosphere was warm, as if he had found the peace of time.

I hugged him quietly for a while, the cool breath gradually dispelled my drowsiness, and the firm abdominal muscles made me feel a little distracted. When my mind was being invaded by yellow fertilizer, I suddenly heard him laughing on top of my head: "It's okay to act like a baby again." It's going to be late."

Naturally, there is still plenty of time, but my id sprouts early in the morning, and if I hold on to it, there is a high probability that it will go off by accident. Once it gets out of control, that's another story.

I let go of him and jumped out of bed with a smile: "I'm going to take a shower."

Fan Dongfang looked around my Zhongsan road, held back a smile and waved his hands: "Go."

The cool water quenched the fire in my heart. When I came out of the shower, Fan Dongfang had already put breakfast on the dining table, and he was sitting by the dining table looking at his mobile phone.

I've seen him wearing plain glasses too much, and I'm not used to seeing him without glasses, but it's more itchy and I really want to tease him - his temperament becomes a lot sharper when he doesn't wear glasses, but he can't. Deny, this kind of him is more in line with my aesthetics.

I sat across from him, took a sip from the porridge bowl in front of me, the temperature was just right, the softness of the rice and the sweetness of the red dates blended together, it was so warm that my stomach, which had been empty all night, was very comfortable: "It's delicious."

Fan Dongfang looked up at me, reached out to wipe off the drops of water hanging from my neck, and frowned: "Come out without wiping it off?"

I drank the porridge and gave him a wink: "Have you been tempted?"

Fan Dongfang laughed lowly: "You are so capable, but don't be cowardly at the critical moment."

I was confident and confident: "Admit your counsel and keep safe."

Fan Dongfang shook his head and laughed, and put a pan-fried bun to my mouth: "Let's eat."

Fan Dongfang came to see me last night on a whim. I didn't have his spare clothes here, so I had to let him wear mine. Fortunately, the difference in body shape between us is not very big, so I picked one after changing a few sets. It fit well—black trousers, a light blue suit with half sleeves.

It was sent to me by my mother last year. The size of the dress was probably too large. I was wearing it a little loosely, so I kept hanging it in the closet. I didn't expect it to come in handy at this time.

I walked around him touching my chin, replaced the well-regulated business-style watch on his wrist with a watch with a tiger head pattern in the middle of the dial, helped him straighten his narrow tie, and tied his neck. She snapped her fingers: "It's time to go to the catwalk."

Fan Dongfang laughed lightly, without commenting.

I held his shoulders and let him look in the full-length mirror: "He is very handsome, almost five years younger."

Fan Dongfang took a deep look at me through the mirror, with a half-smile: "Do you think I'm old?"

I hastily shook my head to confess my innocence: "No, no, I just like you, mature and charming." Seeing that he still had a half-smile, I added another sentence, "Besides, you are older than me Two years old, thinking you are old is not the same as thinking I am old? Do you think I am a person who is so anxious about IQ?"

Fan Dongfang snorted, pinched the back of my neck and led me out: "Let's go."

This set of clothes really fit him very well. Although the style was far from his usual style of dressing, it did not diminish his charm at all, and instead had a special charm.

I sat at the end of the classroom and listened to his lectures, and almost two-thirds of the time I admired him without a trace—it wasn’t that his classes were not wonderful, but since I made it clear what I thought about him, I couldn’t help but look at him. He is distracted.

Fan Dongfang not only gave wonderful lectures, but also was very popular with students. In just two days, he gained a large number of fans. After class, many students gathered around him asking for a group photo. Take a seminar?"

I glanced at Fan Dongfang, who was answering questions for the students, and said with a smile, "It depends on Teacher Fan's schedule. If he has time, I'd like to invite him to lead the seminar."

Hearing what I said, several students echoed and said: "Hey, Da Xiao, you work hard! Let Teacher Fan come to lead a training class, I really want to learn from him!"

"That's right, Teacher Fan doesn't accept direct disciples, so we're counting on you to invite him to lead the training class!"

"Right! Go! Da Xiao! We are optimistic about you!"

"What if I'm Pikachu?" I squinted at the young man who finally encouraged me to go, and then said with a smile, "I've been working hard. You pay attention to the school's official account, and the course news will be posted on it."

"I've paid attention, Da Xiaojia, come on!"

"Waiting for your good news!"

"Yes, yes, you are our hope!"

"Okay, I'm waiting for your hope to blow the horn of victory for you!" I answered with all my mouth, and I was really confident in my heart.

Fan Dongfang probably heard our conversation, and suddenly raised his head and glanced at me, which almost wiped out my self-confidence.

The student asked for it on his own initiative, and this size can be regarded as an opportunity. At least it gave me the confidence to justifiably ask him to make an appointment for a class.

On the way to send him back, I made a draft in my heart and said to him with a smile: "Mr. Fan, many students want to join your seminar. Are you really going to think about it?"

Fan Dongfang was fiddling with the discs in the glove box to choose the music he wanted to listen to, when he heard this he said casually, "I told you my principles."

"Principles can also be broken." I squinted at him and gave him an affectionate wink, "Do you want to try it?"

However, Fan Dongfang didn't accept this, and refused me mercilessly: "No need, I'm not a foolish king."

I turned on the turn signal, changed lanes, and laughed at him: "I don't understand the style."

"You can flirt a bit, and see if I can solve it." Fan Dongfang played the hooligan secretly, withdrew his eyes from me if he had any substance, and reminded me slowly, "Don't go to the hospital yet, take me home and change my clothes. clothing."

"It's a good thing you met me, otherwise you are so good at falling in love, you are destined to be an orphan." I changed back to the original lane and drove to his apartment, teasing him with a smile, "I have to wear special clothes when going to the hospital. What about the shirt?"

Fan Dongfang raised his arm and shook it: "This shirt is not my style, if I wear it to the hospital, I may be asked by Dean Fan."

Fan Dongfang took the initiative to mention his father, and his words seemed to avoid Dean Fan. I hesitated for a while, wondering if I should take the opportunity to discuss family resistance with him. After all, looking at his performance, he seemed From the very beginning, I deliberately kept a distance from me in front of people, especially when I was in Lecheng Central Hospital.

After hesitating, I lost the urge to ask him, and at the same time lost the interest to tease him, and quietly sent him back to his apartment.

The following days remained the same, and nothing changed because of Fan Dongfang's exception this time.

He and I seem to be in a strange circle. We have a three-month appointment. Our intimacy in private exceeds the limit. We will date like every couple, but in detail our relationship is still teacher and student, boss and assistant.

My rationality tells me that he has his considerations and difficulties, but my emotions are still swaying in the worries of gains and losses.

When I was writing a blog, I couldn't help but complain like this: "Every time I pass by the third partner's office, I always think of what Mr. X said, and I can't help but take a look at it. , imagining the situation when he put the key in my hand. However, Mr. F, as always, breaks through the sky and never crosses the line, and is as calm as a god."

Some bloggers who followed me commented: "You can send Weibo to try it out."

Immediately afterwards, a blogger said: "Trying is useless, right? Mr. F is so powerful, I don't believe he doesn't know and he is so anxious! Haha!"

Another blogger commented: "What's the test? The two of them don't even have the window paper, so just ask him for the positive!"

I silently read the bloggers' comments, and thought to myself, aren't the masses' eyes sharp?How come I have high astigmatism and myopia?Is this what burning anxiety is for?Ask for a fart positive!It's only been more than a month, and my fitness results haven't come out yet. Isn't it just a rush to find some exercises?

Today is Tuesday again, when the time in the lower right corner of the computer jumped to 14:58, I closed the blog, and stepped on the clock to enter Xu Yuandong's treatment room on time.

This is already the No. 11 personal experience. I have completely opened up my defense mechanism to Xu Yuandong. It can be said that I trust him even more than Fan Dongfang.

I have nothing to say to Xu Yuandong, including my emotional confusion, of course, Xu Yuandong listens quietly most of the time, never bluntly saying what I should do.

He is a competent, professional, competent counselor, a knowledgeable mentor, and a worthwhile, good friend.

At the end of the personal experience, after Xu Yuandong switched from the role of a consultant, he said something to me with a blank face. He said: "Rex needs time to overcome the obstacles in front of him, and three months is already the limit of what he can do. Now, if you look at how busy he has been in the past two months, you should know that he is actually more impatient than you."

I raised my eyebrows and looked at Xu Yuandong, beckoning him to elaborate.

A vague smile appeared on Xu Yuandong's lips: "Believe me, he is more concerned about gains and losses than you." After finishing speaking, Xu Yuandong tapped his watch with his fingertips, "I have another one in 5 minutes. Consultation, I need to prepare."

This was a rather tactful order to dismiss the guest, implying that our conversation was over, and I left immediately knowingly, even though I had countless questions in my heart because of his few words, and I especially wanted to clarify them.

Worry about gain and loss.

I can't believe it, that man who is as calm as a god every day is also worrying about gains and losses.

The corners of my mouth raised involuntarily, and when I saw the man I was thinking about sitting in the office, the smile on my face could no longer be restrained: "When did you come back?"

"5 minutes ago." Fan Dongfang looked up at me and waved to me, "Come here."

For the past two months, this man has been busy tirelessly as if he had installed a perpetual motion machine. Even with dark circles under his eyes, he has always been radiant.I walked over as I said, and took the pen from his hand: "Take a break."

Fan Dongfang leaned on the back of the chair, took off his glasses and frowned, and lazily told me: "Help me reserve a seat in Feist at six o'clock on Thursday night; order a cake for about ten people on Saturday Send it to Room 6, Building 701, Qingwan Lijing at night." After speaking, he thought for a while, and then gave me the car keys, "I have a case of red wine in the trunk, go and get it to Brant."

I took the car keys and asked him, "How many people are there on Thursday? Do you want to write congratulations on the cake?"

Fan Dongfang put on his glasses again, and said casually, "Two people on Thursday, just write 'Happy Birthday, Brant' on the cake."

Only then did I know that Saturday is Xu Yuandong's birthday, which also happened to be my birthday.