Chapter 6 Psychiatrist and Tianqiao Daxian

The examination results came out, and I didn't break my leg, but the ankle ligament was injured, and I needed to stay in bed for a while. Yi Ran frowned and asked: "What's the matter, why did you hurt your leg while walking so well?" I don't know what to say. Yi Ran was even more troubled: "Chen'er, maybe I shouldn't force you to resign, you seem to be getting more and more dull these days, are you nervous before marriage? Or, when your legs get better, you should find a less tiring job Go to work for two days? Or go to Shui Wuyou to help out." I hugged Yiran and wept bitterly.

Originally, we were supposed to be a very happy couple, with a talented man and a beautiful woman, the wedding day is coming, everything is harmonious and beautiful.But I already had a vague premonition that things would not go so smoothly, that something was wrong, that an unknown conspiracy was quietly happening and going on around me, and I had no countermeasures other than passively accepting it.So, what is it? I said to Yiran: "Why don't we postpone the wedding for a while." "why?" "Because..." I hesitated, not knowing how to explain.Could it be that I told him that I was haunted by ghosts, and I was afraid that getting married would be bad for him?Since I am a materialist, I will never believe my nonsense.

Yes, bullshit.This is really a true "nonsense"! I had to tell myself: I met a ghost. Ghost, this word often appears in our daily conversations.Colleagues like to tell ghost stories when they are free. There are good ghosts and bad ghosts, scary ghosts and gorgeous ghosts like those in Liaozhai.When I am in a bad mood, I will call people "ghost things", and when I am in a good mood, I imagine that I am the protagonist of the story and have an adventure with a kind ghost. Now this wish has come true. I really saw hell.And it's a ghost. A hanged ghost who desperately demanded his life from me!

Day by day, I was driven mad by my fantasy, and when my legs got better, I ran to Xinggong Street alone on crutches, swinging around on the overpass. When I was "Faithful", I once heard my colleagues chatting, saying that there are often "immortals" in this area, such as fortune-telling and word testing. Although they have been arrested several times, they are still inexhaustible.When I talked about these topics before, I always laughed it off and thought it was ridiculous.But today, I can't help but force myself to go to the sky bridge to seek immortals and ask divination. If this matter is known, I will definitely laugh at me.

But the so-called "seeking medical treatment in a hurry", since there is no way to tell the troubles in my heart to my relatives, I can only seek help from Xuanxue. Sure enough, after only walking back and forth, a "big fairy" came up to solicit business: "Miss, I think you look bad, has something not going your way recently? Since we met, it is fate, let me send you a few words Bar." Leaning on crutches, I turned around and asked, "What are you talking about?" "Come here, I will tell you in detail." The great fairy was a half-old woman in her fifties, dark and thin, and she laughed before speaking, that kind of obsequious smile that is typical of people who specialize in eating.She led me to the corner of the small alley next to me, and said mysteriously: "Miss, you are a good person, so you should have met me. It is your destiny that everything will turn out to be good."

Generally speaking, whether fortune-telling is accurate or not depends only on whether the words fit the mood of the person involved, so I immediately asked: "Then what do you think happened to me?" She narrowed her eyes, looked at my face again and again, and murmured: "It's a troublesome thing, it's not going well... You hit a villain, and someone wants to hurt you and make you worry, right?" I nodded heavily: "That's right, what do you think I should do?" "Well, since I called you here, I just want to help you. You can give the ancestor some incense money."

I knew I was begging for money, but I would rather believe it or not, and I didn't care about so much, so I randomly drew a fifty-yuan bill and stuffed it into the old woman's hand: "Tell me, what should I do?" What to do?" "Your complexion is bad, and you have a lot of yin, so you should try to bask in the sun within seventy-seven forty-nine days, go out and walk often, absorb more yang, and don't stay alone when you have nothing to do..." I heard what she said seemed quite reasonable, so I couldn't help believing it, nodded and said: "Then after forty-nine days, can the matter be over?"

"That's not necessarily true. It's just a way to avoid disaster. If you want to turn bad luck into good fortune, you have to spend more money." She stretched her hand forward again. I had no choice but to put another banknote: "Then where did you say the Yin Qi came from?" "Brought by the villain you hit, is that person a woman?" "yes." "Look, right? This matter has something to do with feelings, right?" "yes." "Sure enough. Come on, add some more, and I will do a good job for you." "You still need money?" I was a little wary, "What method are you going to do?"

"Hit the villain." I became even more skeptical. Sure enough, she was well-informed. Would she not be able to figure out that the so-called "little person" had already become a "dead person"?I deliberately tried her: "Then tell me, where is this villain now?" She pinched her fingers and calculated: "It's far away in the sky, but it's close in front of you." I didn't know what to do, so I had to ask again: "Then how are you going to restrain her?" "there is always a solution to a problem." Can't tell, this old lady is a complete collection of idioms.I was dubious, but I couldn't see any flaws, so I had to put another banknote in exchange for a yellow label with a charm on her. It is said that putting it under the pillow can suppress demons and demons.

When I got home, I found Dorothy waiting for me at home, flipping through a fashion magazine, saw me, smiled and said: "You are picking out a wedding dress recently, right? There are so many magazines. I can tell you Yes, I'm going to be a bridesmaid." "I was just saying that I was going to post a post to invite you someday, but you sent it to your door yourself." I am very happy, so many things have happened during these days, it makes me feel like reunited when I see her again. Head to head we flipped through the magazines, commenting on the classics of wedding dresses. The gloomy fear that had been lingering in recent days seemed to dissipate suddenly.An ugly "fairy" in her fifties.

Dorothy said: "I heard that your bridal veil will be inlaid with real diamonds, I'm so envious." "Really?" I was taken aback, "I don't know myself." "It was 'Ke Yipiao' who said it." "So?" I was even more surprised, "When did he say that?" "On the phone. I spoke to him yesterday about the bridesmaid dresses." "So you asked him before you asked me." I laughed, Concubine Dorothy called him "Ke Yipiao" since she knew him, very affectionately.But she is so familiar with everyone, I teased her, "I have never seen a person who wants to be a bridesmaid as enthusiastically as you, so I booked the place with the groom first." "'Ke Yipiao' said that a diamond necklace should be used for the bride's wedding dress, and a pearl necklace should be used for the bridesmaid's dress, and he will prepare them all." Concubine Dorothy asked full of yearning, "Will the bridesmaid's jewelry be given to me afterward?" I looked at her, not understanding how a person's greed could be so arrogant and self-assured, but I didn't dare to show the slightest disrespect on my face, so I had to agree, of course, of course you can take that string of pearls away . Concubine Dorothy was happy, and the tall hats began to fly towards me one by one, saying: "The company has a new female secretary, who is incomplete, and thinks she is a peerless beauty. She is so awesome, and she is tired of it all day long." Seeing that Manager Zhong is so annoying. You really should take some time to go back to the office and have a look, so that she can know what a beautiful woman is." I'm not interested: "Leave that right and wrong place, I don't want to set foot in the office again." "We've all heard about you, and we've all been wronged for you." Concubine Tao Le said sympathetically, "I heard that you were called into the court for interrogation for a long time, and I really feel wronged for you. That Xu Nongqin is also the same, Dead, dead, and dragging people into the water. I heard that she left some ghost note and mentioned your name, is it true?" I was suddenly annoyed, and pulled back the magazine vigorously: "I said it all, I don't want to mention this matter again." Concubine Dorothy sat up in embarrassment for a moment, and froze with her hands clasped. I was so sorry, I hurriedly apologized: "I'm sorry, I have a bad attitude, don't be angry. I'm not feeling well these days, and I'm in a bad mood. It's like early menopause." But the good atmosphere has been ruined, Concubine Dorothy reluctantly sat for a while and left.I was very gloomy, what was this for? I was so neurotic that I offended my friends. I decided to adjust myself, took a deep breath before going to bed, and said to myself: "I have a clear conscience, I am not afraid of gods and ghosts, I am brave and strong." After reading it more than ten times in a row, I turned off the lights and went to sleep. It was a dreamless night. After sleeping until dawn, I felt very energetic. I walked into the bathroom humming a song, and continued to sing while combing my hair.But wait, that mirror, that mirror! The familiar smell of formalin in the room came again, and the mirror was quickly covered with a layer of white mist. In the mist, the person in the white nightgown, the person in my nightgown, was not me !That is obviously my body, a youthful and plump body in a white nightgown, but the pale face on that nightgown, that short hair, that's not me! I looked down at the comb in my hand in astonishment. The thick black long hair tangled on the comb was obviously mine, but the hair in the mirror, why was the head in the mirror short? ! Trembling, I raised my hand to wipe the mirror, and saw clearly, that, that was Xu Nongqin, with her eyes wide open, her tongue sticking out, her face was pale and full of resentment... No!I raised the comb and smashed it against the mirror with all my strength, the mirror shattered, blood flowed down the broken glass, I vomited, and fell limply by the sink. Yiran finally became suspicious: "Chen'er, you seem to have had a lot of accidents during this period, what happened?" "So, I don't know how to tell you." Hesitating, I finally told the whole story about what happened recently. Yiran became more and more surprised as he listened, and finally concluded: "You have a serious mental illness, and you must see a psychiatrist with me immediately." "The Daxian can't help me, but can a psychiatrist do it?" I muttered, but with a glimmer of hope, I obediently agreed to listen to Yiran's arrangement. It is a psychological clinic with a very special decoration style. The whole layout is like the filming set of a nostalgic movie. A dresser, and even a hand-cranked telephone. The doctor's surname is Cheng, and his name is Cheng Zhifang. He is Yiran's college classmate. He wears black-rimmed glasses and a long bamboo gown.He said to me: "Take it easy, take your time, and try to express your feelings." He was kind and gentle, with a very experienced look. There is a dense lilac tree outside the window, sending bursts of fragrance with the wind. I sat on the creaking wooden rocking chair, watching the midday sun shine through the blinds one by one, and cast white streaks of gray on the wall. There are fine dust dancing busyly between light and shadow. An old disc player next to it is playing an old song by Bai Guang, a famous Shanghai singer in the 1930s: "Why don't you come, I want to wait for you to come back. I'm waiting for you to come back, I think about you coming back, why are you Not yet, I will wait for you to come back..." Over and over again, infinite resentment. In perfect harmony with the singing, the six-blade fan on the ceiling rotates slowly.It is not to create air-conditioning, because the room is not hot, and, if it is really hot weather, the hidden air conditioner behind the curtain will make it cool. That's just props. Electric fans, gramophones, blinds, rocking chairs, and sad white lights are all props.To lull you to sleep, to speak your mind. Cheng Zhifang gently comforted him over and over again: "Don't be nervous, think slowly, speak slowly." His earnest appearance made me feel funny. On the one hand, I really want to remind him not to be so hypocritical. It is not enough to put on a long gown to make him look knowledgeable about the past and the present, and reach people's hearts; but on the other hand, I have to admit that his That kind of old breath comforted me, made me feel comfortable physically and mentally, and I was a little lazy, so I couldn't help but tell the deepest secret in my heart. "I've seen a ghost," I said, and whether it was scary or not, I started myself, "She's my boss's wife, she committed suicide the other day. But her spirit haunts me. I don't know what to do, So here you are." What makes me grateful is that when listening to me talking about those "nonsense", the doctor's face did not show any surprise or suspicion, which made me feel at ease, so I talked more and more, gradually Back then Xu Nongqin's palm was also revealed, and after speaking, he felt much relieved, as if he was half healed. No wonder the profession of psychiatrists is so popular. People in the city are under too much psychological pressure, too busy, and have too many worries. It is already a pleasure to have someone who can listen to them calmly and generously. At the same time, because he is a doctor, professional ethics require He had to keep a secret for himself, so it was extra reassuring to talk about it. "You're right." Cheng Zhifang pushed his glasses, "Actually, what's so scary about ghosts? Ghosts have always been afraid of people, and no one is afraid of ghosts." Now I suspect that the glasses are just flat mirrors, which are also a kind of props. He is probably not short-sighted. He wears a pair of mirrors just to match his gown, so that he looks more mysterious and thus more authoritative. All the details are too fake, but the fakes are so serious that they become real, so that people doubt whether the sunlight outside the window and the flowers and trees are also imported props, which are artificial and false. In such an illusion, it is very easy for people to tell the truth, because everything is like a dream, and dreams are not responsible, so they can be frank and self-willed, without any worries, and can express their original intentions with sincerity. That kind of feeling, as if the cheater confessed to the pastor and handed over all the sins to God, just to better unload the burden, start a new life, and continue to do evil. But I'm not a sinner, I'm just a lost lamb who saw what I shouldn't see, so I don't need God to guide me, I just want to seek help from a psychiatrist. "But, what should I do if she pesters me?" I looked at the doctor helplessly. "It's just a psychological effect, because you always feel that you owe her, you are ashamed of her, and you have ghosts in your heart, so you see ghosts in your eyes. It's all about scaring yourself. If you can untie the knot in your heart, The ghost will naturally disappear." "You didn't see the devil, of course you would say so. But you don't understand the pain of being in it..." The phonograph clicked to a halt, and the doctor stood up to change another record, this time, it was Zhou Xuan's "Night Shanghai".I laughed and sang softly: "Ye Shanghai, Ye Shanghai, you are a city that never sleeps..." The doctor asked, "What does it remind you of when you hear this song?" "Old Shanghai in the 1930s. The beauties in cheongsam on those cigarette advertisements, neon lights, fine wine and coffee, Zhou Xuan, Bai Guang, Ruan Lingyu, Zhang Ailing and Su Qing, Love in Allure, Isolated Island, American Soldier, Camel cigarettes, Broadway, White Russian strippers, and foxtrot, it was a bewildering and beautiful time..." "Your imagination is quite rich." The doctor pushed his glasses again confidently, "Have you ever been to Shanghai? No. But you are so familiar with Shanghai. Why? Because movies and books have taught you all this. If you go On the streets of Shanghai, these memories will automatically come to your mind, making you feel familiar. Similarly, you did not actually see a ghost, but the memory and association of the ghost story was awakened because of fear and guilt. Just now It proves that you are a girl with a very rich imagination, and Xu Nongqin's death has touched or stimulated your imagination about ghosts, so you think you have seen a ghost." "You said everything was just from my imagination?" I stared, "Is this a psychiatrist's explanation? If I wanted such an answer, any good-natured person would use these platitudes to comfort me. But I told You, I really saw a ghost." I got a little excited, and expressed my dissatisfaction openly, regardless of whether he was Ke Yiran's classmate or friend. However, Cheng Zhifang may not be a good doctor, but he does have a good temper. He shook his hands without anger, and continued to say gently: "Okay, okay, let's assume that there are indeed ghosts in this world. But even so, there are definitions in spiritual science. , the so-called ghosts are nothing but the spiritual power that remains in the world after death. And the reason why you can see ghosts is also because of the spiritual power, the so-called "yin and yang eyes". This is not a bad thing, it only shows your spiritual power The strength is stronger than ordinary people. Therefore, as long as you have courage and concentration while possessing spiritual power, you don’t have to be afraid of anything.” "Psychic power? I think you might as well say that I have a mental illness." I resentfully said, "Doctor, before me, did any other visitors tell you that he saw a ghost?" When I asked this question, I didn't expect to get an answer, but he did. "Yes." He said, his facial expression suddenly softened, "Before, when I opened a clinic in Xi'an, I met a female client who claimed to have seen a warrior soul from the Tang Dynasty." That was probably another story, I didn't want to ask, we chatted a few more words about ghosts, and then we broke up.He prescribed several calming medicines for me, told me to take them before going to bed, and made an appointment for the next visit. But to be honest, in my heart, I don't think he is any better than Daxian.Moreover, like Daxian, he charges a lot of money, but the results are not good. As soon as I went out, I tore up the pre-diagnosis form.