New year greeting

"Thank me for what?" Lin Huan was a little surprised. "Doctor Feng, I'm serious. My diagnosis may be wrong. Could you please answer a few questions for me?"

"You said."

"You once accepted Mr. Song's confession and dated him for four years, up to four years? Never rejected him, never had a conflict with him, and didn't break up until five years ago?"

"Yes."

"Never confessed to him?"

"I hinted that he was originally a straight man and a bit homophobic."

"You induced him to actively chase you and changed his sexual orientation?"

"Yes."

"Why did you say you hated him? Why didn't you like him clinging to you?"

"I stumbled across one thing, it wasn't right for me to associate with him."

"Why is it not correct? Does it have something to do with the secret you are hiding?"

"Have."

Lin Huan sighed, and said helplessly: "It seems that you are not unrequited love. You tease him and induce him to chase you, which means that you expect him to respond to your feelings. When he expresses his affection to you, you don't Rejected or left him, and then talked with him for four years, you were not tired of his overtures, and even enjoyed it. You agreed to get back together with him, and you didn't feel disgusted during the time he was haunting you due to mental disorders, Be with him all the time..."

What kind of unrequited love is this?

"I see." Feng Deng stopped and closed the kitchen sliding door, "Doctor Lin, I'm sorry for bothering you these past few years."

"It's me who should apologize, and it's all my self-righteousness," Lin Huan confirmed, "Doctor Feng, you are not sick at all. You were affected by certain incidents, and you couldn't get over the hurdle in your heart, so you had to break up. Other than that Besides, it is your character that affects your actions."

Lin Huan analyzed it for a long time, and suddenly realized that Feng Deng's biggest problem was his personality?She used to think too complicated.

Feng Deng: "You are right."

"..." Lin Huan thought for a moment and asked Feng Deng, "Why did you show Mr. Song your checklist and tell him clearly that you have a mental disorder?"

Feng Deng was silent.

Lin Huan had a terrible guess: "Doctor Feng, you did it on purpose."

Feng Deng held the mobile phone in one hand and chose the dishes with the other: "What do you mean?"

"When you came to the doctor last time, you deliberately brought Mr. Song along to make him curious. He came to inquire about your condition today, and before he left, he told me that you lied to him that he had an anxiety disorder," Lin Huan analyzed. , "Lying is covering up. Your lies have aggravated his suspicion. After consulting, he is convinced that you have unrequited love."

"It's just a coincidence. I didn't know he would go to you, and I didn't expect your diagnosis to be wrong."

"Sorry, this is my mistake, but the main reason for my mistake is you, you have hidden too many things from the psychiatrist," Lin Huan said angrily, "In the final analysis, you misled me, and I misled Mr. Song! "

Lin Huan remembered that one afternoon five years ago, Feng Deng appeared in her consultation room and had the first conversation with her.

"Doctor Feng, do you have any questions? About the conflict between doctors and patients?"

"No, about my private affairs, I hope you can keep it secret for me, and don't reveal the matter of our meeting."

"Of course I won't talk nonsense. This is what I should do. If you trust me, you can treat me as a confidant."

"Thank you," Feng Deng said, "I like a man, but sometimes I feel bored."

Surprise flashed across Lin Huan's face, and he didn't comment on Feng Deng's sexual orientation: "Do you like him and dislike him?"

"Maybe." After Feng Deng learned that Song Xinyuan was Song Yanqing's son, he really felt disgusted for a while.

"Don't be disturbed by me, think again, are likes and dislikes real? Will he bother you when he responds to you?"

"Yes."

"If he comes close to you and expresses his affection to you, will it make you feel sick?"

"A bit."

"Did you leave him?"

"Yes, I broke up with him."

"After breaking up, do you still miss him?"

Feng Deng defaulted.

"You can't tolerate him by your side, so you have to avoid him." Lin Huan speculated, "You like him but find it hard to accept him. If I'm not wrong, it's probably some kind of psychological barrier. I'm not sure yet. I need to investigate. If there is any conclusion, I will contact you."

Back then, Lin Huan was still young and inexperienced. It was the first time she encountered Feng Deng's situation. She took the time to study, searched all kinds of information, and consulted her former mentor, and finally came to a conclusion.

When we met for the second time, she said to Feng Deng: "Dr. Feng, I have compared several cases. Psychologically, your disorder is called 'lithromantic', and the Chinese name is sexual unrequited love..."

Feng Deng was noncommittal about her diagnosis result. After careful calculation, she was the one who was talking most of the time during the diagnosis and treatment, while Feng Deng was listening, occasionally responding a few words, like a routine.Feng Deng probably didn't agree with her at the beginning. In order to make excuses for his behavior, Feng Deng pretended to be suffering from a heart disease.

Lin Huan thought she was saving the "patient", but Feng Deng took advantage of her.Now, Feng Deng used this to set a trap for Song Xinyuan, making Song Xinyuan trust him, feel compassion for him, and take the initiative to act again with the purpose of curing him.

Feng Deng's city is too deep.

Lin Huan couldn't help but want to ask Song Xinyuan: "Do you really love him?"

"He believes that I like him, that's enough," Feng Deng said, "The important thing is the result."

"It's not normal. Feelings are not a game. The onlooker knows, you enjoy the feeling of him chasing you too much, don't express your opinion easily, and watch him be obsessed with you and give you his heart. Dr. Feng, are you taking revenge on him? What did he do wrong?" ? You seem to follow his will to enter the mental hospital, but you made him insane, are you punishing him?"

Feng Deng glanced at his watch, and said in a flat tone, "You can interpret it as you like, I'm busy, so I hung up."

Lin Huan threatened: "If you don't answer me, I will tell Mr. Song the truth."

"Please."

"Forget it, I don't want to see him disappointed. I won't interfere in your private affairs. Since you managed to keep him, don't hurt him. Doctor Feng, I hope I won't meet someone like you again people."

"Good luck."

"……goodbye."

Listening to the movement upstairs, Feng Deng smiled silently and continued cooking.

In the bedroom, after taking a shower, Song Xinyuan thought about Lin Huan's suggestion while getting dressed, "Whether unrequited love patients can be cured depends on the situation. , I’m afraid it’s hard to heal, you need more patience from your lover, don’t force him to respond to your feelings, understand him, accompany him, use enthusiasm to win his trust..."

Song Xinyuan thought about it for a while, took off his pajamas, took out Feng Deng's shirt, put it on his body with a blushing face, and rolled on the bed.He rubbed his face, and just as he was about to go downstairs, he heard the bell ring.He picked up the phone with complicated emotions, and it was Feng Deng who called.

Song Xinyuan narrowed his eyes unconsciously: "Hello?"

After a while, Feng Deng said, "Eat."

"Oh," Song Xinyuan couldn't help asking, "you eat when you eat, why do you call?"

"contact you."

Song Xinyuan was stunned for a moment, Feng Deng actually took what he complained casually when he came back.In an instant, Song Xinyuan felt sour and sweet in his heart, hung up the phone, and hurried downstairs.

Feng Deng put the food on the dining table, raised his eyes to see Song Xinyuan's clothes, and frowned: "Isn't it cold?"

Song Xinyuan suddenly remembered that he was bare-legged, as if he had nothing on underneath.He rolled up his sleeves, sat at the dining table, and pretended to be calm: "It's not cold, it's hot at noon."

Feng Deng passed by Song Xinyuan, glanced twice, and sat opposite Song Xinyuan: "Get dressed after eating."

Song Xinyuan nodded, ate obediently, and peeked at Feng Deng while eating, thinking, Feng Deng has a tendency to have unrequited love, so I have to be considerate of him.

He is afraid of losing me, so he doesn't confess to me, he likes me.

He is worried that I don't like him, he likes me very much.

He dare not say it, he likes me so much.

Song Xinyuan looked at Feng Deng blushing and heart beating, forgetting to eat.

"What are you looking at?" Feng Deng suddenly asked, "Do you like ginger?"

Song Xinyuan stuffed the dish into his mouth, chewed it, and felt something was wrong, swallowed the ginger reluctantly, stuck out his tongue, and drank water quickly.

"Why didn't you remind me earlier?"

"It's late, don't be in a daze, eat well."

After the meal, Song Xinyuan helped clean up the dishes, and when he touched Feng Deng's hand, he withdrew his hand in a panic like a stunned young man who had just fallen in love.

Song Xinyuan stood up and inadvertently looked at Feng Deng. After staggering his eyes, he faintly felt Feng Deng's scrutinizing gaze.

"Brother, do I look good?" Song Xinyuan asked, his cheeks became familiar in an instant, he was used to calling that name, and he didn't change it in a short time, he froze in embarrassment, "Doctor Feng..."

Calling out the long-lost name, he thought of Feng Deng's previous work and what he had done. He felt ashamed, his lips trembled, and he uttered three words: "I'm sorry."

Feng Deng seemed not to understand what he meant, he piled the bowls and chopsticks into the sink, turned his back to him and said, "Go upstairs and change, it's windy outside."

Song Xinyuan returned to the bedroom in despair, looked in the mirror, and wondered to himself: "Isn't it good-looking?" asked.

Song Xinyuan lay on the bed happily, slid open the lock screen of the phone, and found that Li Mingzhou replied to him.

Li Mingzhou didn't get entangled with him【, Xiao" said: day? More 'group':'8'5? , Ask him to choose: "You said last year that you had no place to raise them, but now you have them. If you want a few, just pick them."

Song Xinyuan looked at the picture and planned to discuss it with Feng Deng: "Wait a while, I'll think about it."

Li Mingzhou seemed to be staring at the phone, and quickly asked: "What are you thinking about, Feng Deng doesn't allow you to keep pets?"

"No, I will go out to film in the future, and I won't be at home often, and he is also busy."

"What is he up to, has he found a job?"

Song Xinyuan's chest twitched, and he replied, "Anyway, there's no rush. He and I still have a lot of unresolved issues."

Song Xinyuan held up his mobile phone, with sorrow and joy on his face.

Feng Deng entered the room, glanced at Song Xinyuan's posture, and blamed him: "Don't lie on your stomach after eating, why are you still not wearing pants?"

Song Xinyuan finally couldn't bear it anymore, turned his head and said, "I don't want to wear it, whether I want to see it or not."

Feng Deng picked up Song Xinyuan, hugged him into his arms, walked down Song Xinyuan's shoulder blade with his right hand, stopped on the hip and patted: "Actually, you look better without clothes."