Chapter 11 Chapter Eleven

The previous generation handed me something I didn't want (1) On my 29th birthday, alone in New York City, I woke up in the morning with the sudden idea that I would have a meal in the same room as my parents who had been divorced for many years. After doing the math, it has been more than twenty years since I saw the two of them in the same space.I was so young when they separated that I can hardly remember any scenes where it was just the three of us.That day, I had a premonition that my marriage with Chen Kaige would not last. I really wanted my parents to sit in front of me, like all other families, to comfort their daughter and tell me that I will still find my love in this life. , who also loves me.

I asked both of them to come to me for dinner a week later, but didn't give any reason, pretended it was a joke, and it turned out to be a blunder, they both thought it was not fun, and I couldn't get it back and said, I'm getting divorced again, come and talk to me, so I didn't eat this meal. I still don't understand why I can't tell my parents directly: "I'm getting divorced again, come and talk to me." Before leaving New York, I decided to see a psychologist. This is not a diseased behavior. Almost every normal person in New York has to see a psychologist.I was working in a German metal company at that time, and the manager of the HR department was my friend. Before she knew that I was going to be transferred back to China, she told me: "You have more than one thousand yuan for psychological treatment and have never applied for it." I went to see a psychologist in the spirit of "don't use it for nothing" in China, the United States, and Germany.

I was a normal person who was "squeezed" in by this psychiatrist, who was too busy.There are too many normal people in New York. I sat outside his office looking forward to the 45 minutes I could rave about myself. Before me, a man in a suit and tie strode into the doctor's office with his head held high and his chest full of the "master of the universe" feeling that only an investment banker can have.Half an hour later, the man came out wiping his tears and shrinking his back, a changed man.I thought: "The psychiatrist is really a god. It's my turn."

I'm very disappointed that this doctor doesn't have the kind of couch that I always see in movies where patients can lie down and talk. I was put in an armchair which was comfortable but not up to my expectations. "Do you know why you are in this office?" asked the doctor. "I'm going to divorce again, and I don't know why I can't maintain my marriage." "How old are you?" "29 years old." "How many times have you been married?" "The second time." "Well." The doctor seemed to sense my confusion, "Let's talk about your family first. Your parents are..."

"My parents are also divorced." "Ah," the doctor took a note, "where are their parents?" "My grandfather had three wives. The first one was an intellectual. They couldn't live together, so they separated. There were three children. One committed suicide, one was crazy, and the other was half crazy. He thought Hitler was still alive. And hiding in China." The doctor glanced at me: "Have three wives at the same time?" "yes". "Where?" "In China." I said in my heart, you can dream, you have no chance to marry three daughters-in-law in New York.

He seemed to see what I was thinking. "I think one is enough. Your grandfather is really not a mortal. How about a second wife?" he asked. "The second wife is my grandmother, who brought me up, but it seems that she was from a brothel, and my mother brought her here because my grandmother can't have children." I took one look at the doctor and he started taking notes like crazy. "The third wife turned out to be the lover of Du Yuesheng, the leader of the Shanghai Mafia's Qinghong Gang. My grandfather was a mafia lawyer. They switched lovers when they were in Chongqing. I didn't meet him for the first time until I was twelve years old. .”

mpanel(1); The doctor is still writing, without raising his head: "Go on." "My father's father had two wives, but they passed away when I was only three years old. My father has seven brothers and sisters with the same father and four mothers with the same father." I saw the doctor At a glance, he was still memorizing "My father and my mother separated when I was nine years old. My mother's later husband was the former Minister of Foreign Affairs of China, and my father's later wife was a beautiful actress with the title of Golden Flower". "Have you ever met your mother's biological mother?" the doctor asked me.

"Oh, yes," I remembered under his reminder, "my mother's biological mother was originally a courtesan in Shanghai, nicknamed 'Kang Linxi Shi', and my mother was an illegitimate daughter, so someone else took her away. Later this beautiful woman married again and had four or five children." The doctor touched the sweat beads on his head. It was the first time I saw that writing can make people sweat.