in love with my psychiatrist

When msn received Qingshan's wedding news, I was in the store picking out the dresses and masks for the masquerade ball at night.

The exchange students of the whole school come and go every year, and send off once a year. Different faces, oh, different masks, I really can't arouse any greater interest.I even forgot why the professor insisted that I represent the college. Anyway, since the freshman year, when I refused to participate, he told me, "Dear Chris, you must go this year. You are so beautiful. Make a man How are you friends. You're so socially unsocial."

He glanced at me, and added meaningfully, "Or, it's fine to have a girlfriend."

The professor is full of praise for all my majors and papers, but he frowns when it comes to my interactions with people.

I said, "I just need to work with patients."

The professor raised his head from behind the thick glasses and warned me, "This is not acceptable. An excellent psychologist should not only know how to treat, but also learn to release. Not only the patient, but also yourself."

I have nothing suppressed inside, and I have nothing to release, I just think most people are too boring.

I didn't say this to the professor, I just accepted his words by default, and I didn't intend to continue to argue with him. After all, he just asked me to go to a dance on behalf of the college, and it wasn't a big deal.

Qingshan has been my closest relative since I was a child. She is my younger sister. We are not related by blood. Maybe she loves me and I can feel it, but I have always been relatives to her.Knowing that she was going to get married, I thought about it for a while, but I still had to ask her, Qingshan, how is he, do you love him.

I know that a person who doesn't love each other has no right to ask such a question, but I care about her.

She replied to me, he is very good, I like him very much.

I listened and remained silent for a long time, believing that this was Qingshan's sincere words.This is very good, I only hope that there will be a lover to accompany her to die.

Sheng once asked me, Qianyun, you are so outstanding and beautiful, what kind of man can be worthy of you.

I asked him back, why didn't you chase me to see if you were worthy.

A smile flashed across his handsome face, Qianyun, you know me, don't fall in love with me.

I laughed too, no.

Indeed, since childhood, the elders in my family seemed to be very optimistic about Feng Sheng and me. Before we came to the United States, we were almost inseparable.Now, in order to follow me, he also got into Stanford.

But between us, we are really just best friends, nothing more.

Maybe I love women?Although I majored in psychology, I'm actually not sure, because after all, I haven't loved anyone, no matter a man or a woman.

When I often face counselors or patients who are trapped in love, I, a person who has no love experience, can solve problems and emotions for them very well.

Many things, probably, really only depend on talent, not experience.

But actually, I don't really understand them.I think that the so-called love of human beings is nothing more than people's cocoon. It is actually the most meaningless thing in this world.A kind of chemical information substance secretion in the body, the lowest one.

This cognition was broken at the masquerade ball in my junior year, until I saw the person in the corner who disregarded the rules and took off the mask of the little white fox. The world I had insisted on for 22 years seemed to have a different agitation.

Because a person who knew me called my name, many people knew that the person wearing the wild fox mask was the iceberg beauty with the best appearance, the highest professional appearance and the most difficult to conquer in the Stanford School of Psychology.

So, I began to be alone and tired of socializing with the hot hormones of American boys who had just passed puberty, thinking that if Feng Sheng, who had returned to China for Christmas, was there, he could at least help me block it.In the end, it was so noisy that I couldn't wait to leave.

Walking towards the door, he caught a glimpse of her as he passed the cold dining table.

With a little white fox mask in his right hand and a glass of champagne in his left, he is sitting in the corner behind the cold dining table, with his head slightly lowered, thinking about something.

I'm curious.Probably because everyone at the dance party was so enthusiastic and busy talking and blending, she seemed out of place.

He couldn't help slowing down his pace and looked at her carefully.To be honest, this girl's side profile is not amazing, but in the light and shadow, you can see her fair skin is radiant and delicate, and there is a kind of distinctive bravery in her flashing eyes, which can also be said It is youthful recklessness, and there is clarity in that recklessness.

It's hard to explain that feeling, but it makes it hard for me to control my curiosity about her.Well, for a long time, I hated to admit, it was what I thought was the lowest level of hormones that played a role.

She seemed to feel that I was looking at her, raised her head, looked at me in surprise, gave me a polite smile, and lowered her head again.

Oddly enough, I didn't want to leave that much.The reason I gave myself was probably because a psychiatrist saw a person who was full of thoughts and emotions and was aroused by professional habits.

I picked up a glass of champagne from the cold table, walked around the table and walked towards her.

Champagne was handed to her, and he said, "Have a drink with you, little white fox?"

This surprised me too, the gentle tone I have never had before towards a stranger, even with a provocative tone that I am ashamed to admit.

She raised her head and looked at me for a while, then said, "Thank you, please sit down."

She raised the cup in her hand and touched mine, and there was a crisp sound, accompanied by her grateful eyes looking at me, which made my heart skip a beat for a moment.

"What's wrong?" I asked her.

She didn't answer me, but pointed to my mask, "Aren't you going to take it off and talk to me?"

I smiled and shook my head.

She didn't insist anymore.

Then he answered me and said, "Today is my birthday. He didn't come. I found that I really like him."

She smiled, obviously it was a sad thing, but her eyes were firm and bright that I had never seen before.

I looked at my watch, it was [-]:[-], I pulled her up for some reason, and said, "Happy birthday. Let's go, let's watch the fireworks."

The Christmas fireworks at the school last for half an hour at [-]:[-] on Christmas Eve every year. I have never been there to join in the excitement. I always feel that it is too short and gorgeous, too beautiful, unreal, and too easy to make people lonely.I don't like this emotion.

I don't know why, but I am willing to accompany her to see it, I am willing to make her feel that I have missed someone tonight, but I am not missing the fireworks, and I am willing to let her regret even a little less.

We stand side by side, as if snowflakes are flying, fireworks are shining, and the night sky is dazzling.

She looked up, smiling brightly.

I looked at her, and once felt that this moment was eternity, that we could stand side by side like this forever.

Her cell phone rang, and I saw her pick it up excitedly, shouting, "Zhufan!"

"Okay, I'll go over right away. Wait for me." She said goodbye to me in a hurry, almost jumped and ran away, then remembered something, turned back to look at me, and said with a smile, "Thank you."

I watched her until the fiery red of her gown faded into the Christmas Eve night.

I looked up at the fireworks again, just like the endless blooms in the night sky, all kinds of clouds and clouds that I had never seen before suddenly unfolded in my heart, and the world seemed to be beautiful.At that moment, I knew that I fell in love with someone.a girl.