IX Cultivation

There were people coming and going, and the paper in his hand made him momentarily at a loss as to where to go, "Yan Xi..."

"Huh?" The young man's voice was full of a strong desire to protect.

"I made an appointment with Qiao Yue at noon, and I will go back later. You can take Xiao Ou to his favorite restaurant last time. Remember to check whether he has written all his homework."

"Xiao Ou is very good with his parents. He said he only sent it back at night. Do you want me to accompany you to see Qiao Yue at noon?"

Wan Ling tucked the phone between his ears and shoulders, and walked to the trash can next to him, trying to tear up the piece of paper and throw it away, but in the end he folded it and put it back in his pocket. The self in the glass made a smile and said, "No need, I'll give you a day off today, enjoy yourself, Lawyer Yan."

After Wan Ling hung up the phone, he slowly prepared to take a taxi to Qiao Yue's own clinic. He needed to talk to someone, otherwise he would be too at a loss, and Wan Ling couldn't figure out what to do next.

But before he went far, there were footsteps chasing after him, the man was patted on the shoulder, a shadow directly shrouded Wan Ling in it, Wan Ling turned his head reflexively, and the other party's mischievous finger poked at the man's on the cheek.

"Tan Lang..." Wan Ling slightly distanced himself from Tan Lang, and said, "Why did you come out?"

The young man was half a head taller than Wan Ling, and his handsome face looked very gentle when he lowered his eyes. He looked at the man with a smile and said, "No way, you always 'coincidentally' can't see me, I can only accommodate you ah."

Wan Ling didn't speak, it was indeed better for him not to speak at this time.

But the young man didn't mind, he returned to the topic and asked Wan Ling, "Ah Ling, what are you doing here looking for Bai Xian? Obviously I am more convenient, isn't it?" Tan Lang pretended to know nothing, perfect performers.

Wan Ling said: "It's nothing, it's not convenient for you to be busy."

"What's the inconvenience? Ling, you are becoming more and more polite to me. I learned medicine because of you. You will only make me feel useless and a waste." The young man laughed at himself.

It seemed that the past was about to be mentioned, Wan Ling interrupted in time: "I'm fine, Tan Lang, you should go back, you will be deducted from your salary if you leave for so long."

"Anyway, I'm alone now, enough to spend enough." Tan Lang said, "But Ah Ling, I'm not the same now, you... don't be afraid of me, as you said, you can still be friends, you If you feel unwell, you must tell me, I am very worried."

Wan Ling naturally remembered the countless words that the young boy said in front of him back then, but things were different, and he couldn't understand the current Tan Lang, so he just nodded politely and said: "I'm fine, don't worry , go back quickly, I have something to go too."

"Really..." The young man sighed, said goodbye to the man, and finally watched Wan Ling get on the taxi before turning and leaving.

Before leaving, he smiled and looked at the black car parked beside him meaningfully. While going back, he kissed his finger that poked the man's cheek just now.

And Yan Xi, who was watching the scene in the car, turned on the music in the car, and the pure accompaniment music was played from the high-quality stereo, bringing a kind of tranquility in the car to ease the mood.

The sun was shining brightly outside the car, and the early summer sun illuminated the dense rows of trees beside the road in a pleasing emerald color. The light spots hit the black car, and faintly fell on the young man's feminine face through the front window.

The young man's dark hair drooped down the side of his white ears, his eyelashes were thick and long, and the young man pushed the frame of his glasses with his left middle finger, and started the car. The engine made a low starting sound, and then returned along the original road There was always a seemingly indifferent smile on the corner of his mouth.

Everything is calm, except for the flickering reality of the mobile phone lying in the co-pilot with a broken screen, and the fact that it is broken.

155. Reality is a little bitch

"Doctor, I'm sick."

Qiao Yue smiled and looked at the man who came in with a pot of plants, as if he was used to the beginning, he comforted: "Don't be nervous, I will cure you."

The man in front of him blinked his eyes with heavy dark circles, and hugged the plant in his arms even tighter. His eyes were red, and he suddenly smiled helplessly: "My plant seems to be dying."

Regarding such a topic that suddenly opened up, Qiao Yue also upheld her excellent professionalism and said, "It looks so." The vine plant in the man's arms was lifeless, so sluggish that even the roots had turned black.

"But..." the man suddenly choked up for a while, and said, "He said he won't die, he's a monster."

The corner of Qiao Yue's mouth twitched, smiled and wrote the word 'paranoia' on the medical record, and then continued to ask: "Is 'he' your plant?"

"Yes, yes. I... I know that I may not believe it when I say it, and I am also incredible, but..." The man was so excited that he could hardly speak, "I have been with him for four years, but suddenly One day I lost sight of him...he left me...I..."

"Sir, please don't get excited and speak slowly." After Qiao Yue wrote the word 'fetish' on the medical certificate, she pushed the tissue on the table over and asked the man to wipe his nose, "You said he Leaving you, what the hell is going on."

"I don't know either!" The man was very depressed, "I don't know whether I have been fantasizing about such a person these years or whether he really exists, but the problem now is that I can't see him! I can't see him!"

The chubby little hamster in the cage next to it was so frightened that it hugged the carrot that it had gnawed a few small gaps.

Qiao Yue saw so many people like this, he comforted the man to calm down, and then said: "Then sir, you came here to hope that you..."

"I hope to see him again. I went to the plant shop, and they all said that my 'Little Green' was hopeless, so I came here..." The man seemed to hold his last hope, tears fell into the flower pot , there are fine wrinkles at the end of the eyes, making him look very fragile, "I don't actually think I'm sick, I know I'm normal, but...if..."

The man couldn't go on.

Qiao Yue nodded understandingly, but his understanding was rational.

He knows these patients with mental illness too well. They always believe that they are right and normal. They rely on the spiritual pillars they imagined. They will easily fall in love with the characters they imagined. Once the spiritual pillars disappear, they will be at a loss. at a loss.

This person came here obviously not to see a doctor, but to know how to see the person he wants to see—how to have a longer-lasting hallucination.

Qiao Yue doesn't like this kind of people who escape from reality. No matter how hard the reality is, it is still reality.

While doing simple psychological counseling for the man, he did not prescribe medicine, because he knew that he would not take it even if he prescribed it, and then made an appointment for the next time to come again, and began to wait for someone. He pushed the next appointment and stood at On the table next to him, he took out his newly bought little hamster and put it in his hand to tease. The little hamster was touched like a deflated balloon and flattened in Qiao Yue's palm.

After waiting for a while, there was a sound of pushing the door. Qiao Yue just wanted to say something, but when she turned her head, she suddenly didn't know what to say.

He paused for a while, then sat back to his seat, put the little hamster on the table and let it 'trample' the clean table at will, and said, "Wan Ling, you said you wanted to invite me to dinner, but I was waiting for you hungry, but I think you can't eat it like this..."

In fact, there is nothing strange about Wan Ling's state and expression, but Qiao Yue can always observe the most detailed places, which makes Wan Ling have nothing to hide here.

Of course, Wan Ling did not intend to hide it.

He and Qiao Yue have been friends for more than ten years, and they are people who can tell some secrets like Chu Tiandi.

"I'm not in the mood, but it's okay to drink something." Wan Ling said and sat on the spot where the person holding the plant had just sat. "I'll invite you to go after the chat."

Qiao Yue nodded, took out a clean piece of paper and put it in front of him in a professional manner. The little hamster squatted on his left hand, as if in a daze.

Wan Ling began to tell Qiao Yue about the dream he had during the period of coma, and the description was very detailed, much thinner than what he told Yan Xi. Now when he talked about this novel-like story, Wan Ling realized that he was really I haven't forgotten the dream at all.

After telling this story, Wan Ling heard a comment from his friend: "Fuck, Wan Ling, it's ok, the taste is quite unique, and I've played all the popular plays now. It seems that this kid Yan Xi didn't satisfy you."

Wan Ling glanced at Qiao Yue indifferently, and said, "It's nothing. Besides, Yan Xi is already 24. He won't be happy if he hears you call him a child."

Qiao Yue shrugged, noncommittal.

He originally intended to write down his good friend's hidden nervous pressure and possible illnesses on paper, but in the end he memorized a large circle of character relationship diagrams. He also found it interesting, looked at it carefully, became serious, and said: "Wan Ling, it's normal to dream that people around you play other roles in the dream. It's not surprising that you remember clearly. This can only be regarded as a special dream, but it doesn't confuse your concept of the world. You should make yourself better."

Wan Ling didn't speak, just listened quietly, his eyes occasionally moved with the chubby hamster.

"Also, in the dream, I was Immortal Luofu, and the person surnamed Chu was the Emperor of Heaven, Yan Xi of your family was a fox half-demon Ji Xi, your predecessor Tan Lang was a wolf half-demon Tanlang, and Ye Qingming was a demonized little girl." Grass... there are some people you now