I Just Want to Copy Books in Peace

consult? Psychological counseling? Du Caige's mind immediately turned many thoughts.

"Well, I don't want to continue consulting."

The other party paused for a while, and seemed to organize the language, and then the words he said were still very gentle: "Whether to continue the consultation is your personal freedom. In fact, you said in the last consultation that you do not want to continue the consultation. I just want to know, You laughed and said you felt better, but your body language, your micro-expressions told me it wasn't."

"Xiao Du, please think about it again? Of course, I emphasize again, if you want to suspend the consultation, it is your freedom. But my door is always open to you, you can come back at any time, understand? "

"Okay, thank you, but now I really don't need consultation." Du Caige said.

The other party was silent for a moment before saying, "I believe you. Then, in a month, after the New Year, can I return for another visit? You can also come to my consultation room at any time to sit and chat."

Du Caige just wanted to hang up the phone quickly, so as not to reveal his secrets, so he immediately agreed: "Okay, okay, we'll talk about it next month. Goodbye!"

Then hang up immediately.

Looking at the very grainy mobile phone screen, Du Caige was taken aback for a while.

It seems that it is also good to chat with this consultant, at least to know some of the past and mental journey of the original owner.

But... Du Caige thought again that the other party was an expert in psychology, and he would be suspected by the other party if he didn't say a few words.

Of course, according to common sense, the other party would never have imagined that there would be a time-travel, and it is more likely that he suspects that he has lost his memory.

But Du Caige always felt that the scene would be embarrassing, and he couldn't summon the courage.

After all, amnesia is so bloody that most people won't believe it.

Later, when I know more about the original owner, I can really consider going to the counseling room of the other party. Well, the premise is to know where the address of her consultation room is.

Why did the original owner commit suicide? Du Caige has always been curious about this question.

If you talk to this consultant, you may get some clues.

Let's take the long view.

Just as he was about to put away the phone, Du Caige hesitated again.

He flipped through the call log, hesitated for a while, selected a number, and dialed.

There is a sound of connection.

Soon the other party answered, and Ning Yuerong's gentle and powerful voice sounded: "Hello."

"I'm Du Caige."

"I know."

Du Caige asked, "Are you okay?"

"I am OK, you?"

Ning Yuerong's voice was quicker than usual, as if she was dealing with something.

Du Caige felt that she didn't seem to have time to chat, so she made a long story short: "Thank you for your suggestion, I'm already writing something, and I may be able to make some money soon."

"You're welcome," Ning Yuerong seemed to be delighted by the news, "Just cheer up. I'm looking forward to your new work, come on!"

"Well, then take care of yourself." After hanging up the phone, Du Caige relaxed and continued to devote himself to copywriting.

...

Ning Yuerong hung up the phone with a smile on her face.

"Is it him?" It was a woman who looked roughly in her early forties, but the fine wrinkles at the corners of her mouth and eyes showed that she was definitely over fifty years old.

Her hair was gray, and her clothes and makeup looked plain and delicate. The figure is slightly fat, and the appearance is not beautiful, only Zhou Zheng.

However, her temperament is impressive, elegant and tranquil, her body leans forward slightly, and she always seems to be listening attentively. A pair of eyes are full of compassion, and the faint smile on the corner of the mouth seems to say: I am willing to believe in you, and I will always support you.

The two women were both sitting on the comfortable single-seat sofa, with a small transparent glass round coffee table between them.

On the coffee table were two cups of steaming tea and a pot of thick-leafed plants.

Ning Yuerong nodded: "Yeah, what a coincidence, you just called him, and he called me. Doctor Chen, do you believe what I said?"

Chen Quan smiled: "You have already taken out his medical records, how could I not believe it. And I have always been very clear that he has severe depression and indeed has a high possibility of suicide. It's just... "

After pondering for a while, Chen Quan shook his head: "My answer is still: No. This is our industry norm. Unless he is about to endanger the lives of others, I cannot show you his consultation records."

Ning Yuerong was not angry because she was rejected. Before she came to the door, she had expected that the trip would not be too smooth.

Moreover, Ning Yuerong also has some understanding of the industry norms of psychological counselors. When the branch selected people to participate in the training of psychological counselors, she studied full-time for two months, and even passed the third-level psychological counselor certificate. She understands the professional ethics of a psychologist and knows that Chen Quan's refusal is reasonable.

After thinking about it, Ning Yuerong said, "Doctor Chen, please understand, I'm just worried about him."

"It can be seen," Chen Quan said gently, "I believe that you have no malicious intentions, and I believe that you really care about him. But the counselor must keep the client's secret, which is the basic guarantee of psychological counseling."

"Then, Dr. Chen, I don't insist on viewing Du Caige's consultation records, but could you please choose something you can talk about with me?"

Chen Quan looked directly into Ning Yuerong's eyes, and at this moment, Chen Quan's always gentle and understanding eyes suddenly became sharp. Then soften again.

"With all due respect, Officer Ning, why do you have to know this? You also said that Du Caige was not involved in any case."

"Du Caige is my friend," Ning Yuerong said calmly, "I want to help him."

Chen Quan shook his head: "Please don't blame me for being too direct. I don't think you can help him. His problem is quite serious."

Ning Yuerong was silent, but she still looked back at Chen Quan calmly, expressing persistence in her eyes.

Chen Quan continued to shake her head. After a long while, her still white and neat teeth nibbled at the lips painted with light lip gloss, and said: "If you have investigated his past, you should know a little bit. I said that the media has not reported it, so You may not know, but it doesn't involve his privacy."

Ning Yuerong was refreshed and straightened her waist: "Please speak."

Chen Quan said: "Shortly after the photography scandal, around 2003, he developed social phobia. It may be because of heredity, or it may be because of the media's verbal criticism of him after the photography scandal. I don't know what caused him to get sick."

"His condition is not particularly serious, but he avoids social situations and generally does not look directly in the eyes of others; in front of strangers, he feels very uncomfortable and restless. In fact, people close to him have discovered this A little bit, so it's not considered privacy."

"Avoiding social situations..." Ning Yuerong frowned, recalling her brief contact with Du Caige at that time. She was very sure that Du Caige did not avoid eye contact with her, nor did she show resistance to normal communication with her.