Do you have a boyfriend

Song Chuman stood still, Lu Zhaoying stepped forward and stretched out his right hand: "Hello, I am your doctor, Lu Zhao."

"Hello."

Lu Zhao's palm was soft and dry, Song Chuman withdrew his hand, and the warm touch disappeared.

Lu Zhao opened the office: "Come in first."

He waited for Song Chuman to go in first, followed behind to close the door, and said, "Walking here?"

The hospital is not far away, Song Chuman sat down on the sofa: "Yeah."

The layout here is the same as before, and Lu Zhao didn't make any changes. He poured two cups of warm water from a cup and said, "Doctor Zhao left in a hurry, but the information he left is very detailed. I already have a basic understanding of your situation."

Song Chuman took the cup and said "thank you".

"What about you?" Lu Zhao sat down opposite, "You're not familiar with me yet, is there anything you want to know?"

Hearing that Song Chuman was very surprised.

In the past, when Zhao Qi was around, they mostly asked him about his recent situation, recent troubles or happy things, and the troubles he encountered. He never brought the topic to himself like Lu Zhao did.

But Song Chuman didn't know what to ask, he was silent for a while: "No."

His pupils were lighter than ordinary people, and he looked very indifferent when his face was expressionless, and he didn't drink from the water glass in his hand.

Lu Zhao smiled: "Okay."

A few days ago, there was no one in the office, and the doors and windows were tightly closed and there was no air circulation. Lu Zhao got up to open the window, and took a stack of papers from the desk when he came back.

"Here is a test paper." He handed it to Song Chuman, and gave him a pen by the way, "You don't need to talk or answer any questions today, but you have to finish all these, okay?"

When Lu Zhao spoke, his tone was gentle and his ending sound was gentle. Song Chu's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he replied, "...OK."

Lu Zhao asked him to write on the desk, while he went to the window on the other side of the office to blow the air.

There was no one else around, Song Chuman relaxed a lot, he looked down at the paper.

1. Which of the following fruits do you like best:

a. apple; b. grapefruit; c. banana; d. cantaloupe.

...It seems to be different from what he imagined.

He looked down to find out what color he likes, the type of music he usually listens to, what kind of drink he likes to drink, and so on.

Although he was puzzled, Song Chuman still filled it out seriously. After completing the simplest questions in the front, he began to gradually change in another direction.

12. What is your sexual orientation?

a, male; b, female; c, both male and female; d, unclear.

13. How many times have you been in love?

a. Once; b. Less than three times; a. More than three times; d: Not discussed.

14. Are you in love now?

a. Yes; b. No.

15. If yes, what kind of person is your love partner?

a. Gentle and considerate; b. Sunny and cheerful; c. Mature and steady; d. Not clear.

Song Chuman filled in a for the first three questions, but when it came to the next question, he frowned and hesitated.

Is... what kind of person?None of the options above seem to be correct.

He finally chose d, thought about it, crossed it out and changed it to a.

16. How long have you been with your romantic partner?

a. Within three months; b. Within one year; c. More than one year; d. I don’t remember.

Song Chuman stopped again.

He sensed that something was wrong. Zhao Qi wanted to ask him these questions, but he was unwilling to say them.

Now Lu Zhao has changed the method, with the same purpose.

Song Chuman didn't want to write it, but just now...he had promised Lu Zhao.

He held the pen and looked at Lu Zhao. He was still leaning against the window sill, looking down at the phone, and the next moment he raised his face to meet Song Chuman's gaze.

Lu Zhao seemed to twitch the corners of his lips, and could feel his smile from a distance away, Song Chuman turned his head and stopped looking at him.

Song Chuman skipped this question first and continued to read.

17. Do you still remember the scene when you first met your love partner?

a. I remember very clearly; b. I basically remember it; c. I basically don’t remember it; d. I don’t remember it at all.

18. For what reason do you want to fall in love?

a. I like each other very much; b. I just try; c. I want to find someone to accompany me; d. I don’t know.

……

25. Are you afraid of being alone?

a. not afraid at all; b. not afraid most of the time; c. afraid most of the time; d. very afraid.

Song Chuman's forehead felt faintly tight, and his palms began to sweat.

He doesn't want to write anymore.

There is no difference between Lu Zhao and Zhao Qi, and they try to make him talk, but Song Chuman thinks that he doesn't need and doesn't want others to know.

Just because he is a patient, he must tell everything without reservation?

In the eyes of others, this resistance was almost unreasonable, but Song Chuman didn't care about it.

He even planned to get up and leave here, recalling Lu Zhao's smile, he hesitated again.

Song Chuman couldn't explain this feeling clearly, he only knew that he didn't want to change the psychiatrist again.

With the test paper still in front of him, Song Chuman put down his pen and stood up suddenly, the chair rubbing against the floor made a sound.

Lu Zhao was alarmed and walked this way: "Did you finish writing?"

"No," Song Chuman picked up the phone and lied, "I have something... I need to make a call."

Lu Zhao didn't ask any more questions, but nodded, "Okay, let's go."

Song Chuman walked out quickly, the corridor was empty, he went all the way to the end, and simply went into the bathroom.

There was no one else in the bathroom, the doors of the cubicles were all open, and there was a faint smell of bleach in the air.

He stood in front of the sink, turned on the tap and washed his hands twice, and then dried the water on his hands bit by bit with the dryer.

In the past, when he was unwilling to speak, he also used this method to avoid it. Over time, Zhao Qi knew that enough was enough. Once he showed resistance, he stopped asking, or changed the question.

After I went out, I simply said that I had to leave urgently, so I took the test paper back and wrote it.

How long can it be delayed?

Song Chuman remembered the last question he saw before he came out.

Are you afraid of being alone?

Song Chuman silently chose d in his heart.

He was afraid, but he didn't tell anyone, whether it was Tong Yihang or Zhao Qi, even if they could guess it.

This is not simply asking about his preferences, but letting him expose all his long-standing fragility and fear.

Perhaps because of this, he would want to escape.

The surroundings were very quiet, as if he was the only one in the whole building. Even though the doors and windows were open and the sunlight outside was just right, Song Chuman couldn't feel any warmth.

The empty, dark and narrow room, the cold and disgusted gaze, the bloody corpse of the kitten... Countless flashes of memories flashed, Song Chuman was out of breath, he took out his phone, and turned to the chat history with Tong Yihang .

[An]: I'm in the hospital.

The record is still on the message he sent. Tong Yihang probably has something to do or is resting, but has not replied.

Song Chuman really wanted to talk to someone now. He wanted to contact Tong Yihang again, but his eyes gradually became blank when he looked at the address book.

Although there was no one in the bathroom, he still went into the compartment at the end, locked the door, and clicked on his WeChat avatar.

There was a voice in the chat history, Song Chuman clicked to play, and put the receiver to his ear.

A familiar voice sounded: "Good evening, have you eaten yet?"

Song Chuman looked relaxed, sat on the toilet seat and replied obediently: "Eat."

After Song Chuman left, Lu Zhao stood by the door and watched him into the bathroom.

He glanced back at the half-written test paper on the table, and lifted his heels up.

Lu Zhao decided that he was just looking for an excuse to leave. Sure enough, Song Chuman dawdled for a long time and did nothing.

He stood quietly outside the door for a while, and when he was about to leave, he heard new movements.

There was a door, and the voice inside was indistinct, so Lu Zhao went straight in, and also entered the compartment, without making any sound on the way.

Song Chuman was talking to someone on the phone. He was obviously the one talking, but he seemed to be a completely different person.

He deliberately lowered his voice, but he could still hear the dependence and relaxation in it.

Song Chuman said, "I miss you so much."

soft.

Lu Zhao's breathing was stagnant, and his heart felt a little itchy as if he had been patted lightly by a kitten's paw.

The hospital's washroom was also lit during the day, and the overhead light shone down, making Lu Zhao's eyes dim.

Zhao Qi wrote in the information about Song Chuman that he was indifferent and not easy to get close to.The same is true for him who Lu Zhao came into contact with.

Unexpectedly, this is a little hedgehog. Occasionally, it will put away the spines all over its body, revealing its soft belly.

**

After listening to the voice, Song Chuman looked as usual, went out and washed his hands again, and returned to the office.

He opened the door, but Lu Zhao was not there.

The test papers on the desk were still the same as when he left. Just as Song Chuman was about to take the opportunity to leave, there were footsteps outside the door.

Lu Zhao pushed the door open and came in, smiling, "You're back?"

He didn't say where he went, and Song Chuman wasn't interested, so he said "um" and walked towards the desk.

Before the test papers were finished and Song Chuman hadn't given a new excuse, Lu Zhaokuai stepped forward and put away a few papers.

Lu Zhao apologized: "I'm sorry, I didn't think carefully this time, so I don't need to write the rest."

Song Chuman was slightly stunned, heaved a sigh of relief, and nodded: "Okay."

The next second he was tense again. Excluding the time he wasted in the bathroom, there was still about an hour before the end of this meeting.

Will Lu Zhao ask him to do anything again?

Lu Zhao said, "You are not in a good condition today. If you want to leave, I will not stop you."

Song Chuman almost suspected that he heard it wrong: "...Really?"

"Of course," Lu Zhao was taller than Song Chuman, and he became more gentle when he lowered his head, "but I hope that if you encounter something you don't want to do in the future, you can say it and tell me."

Song Chuman was inexplicably guilty, his eyes moved aside, and after a while: "Okay."

"Then now, do you want to leave?" Lu Zhao asked.

Song Chuman was very calm: "I think so."

"it is good."

Lu Zhao reached into his coat pocket with his right hand, took out a box of Wangzai milk, and handed it to Song Chuman: "Go back and have a good rest."

The milk package is the one with the smallest capacity. Song Chuman took it, and it was only half the size of a palm in his hand, and it still carried Lu Zhao's body temperature.

Song Chuman bowed his head and said "thank you", then turned and left.

He didn't take a sip of water in the hospital, and couldn't resist taking apart the straw on the way.

The taste was very sweet, but it was a pity that it disappeared after two bites. Song Chuman threw away the empty box and took out his mobile phone to send a message to Tong Yihang.

[An]: The new doctor is not bad.