Chen Quan watered the flowers intently.

She used to water the flowers at 8 o'clock in the morning, when the temperature was not very high, and the stimulation of the flower roots was relatively small.

And after watering, the evaporation of water is not very fast, and the plant has enough time to absorb the water slowly.

The water she chooses is the rainwater she picks up herself, and whenever it rains, she takes out the pots and pots to catch the water. Spring and summer receive rain, winter receives snow, and snow is naturally used to make tea.

Although the air pollution is very bad now, and the snow water is not clean, she just loves it. There should be a sense of ritual in life.

She would rather spend a lot of money on a set of filtration and purification devices to purify snow water to make tea, rather than buy mineral water quickly and conveniently.

Since everyone has the leisure to catch snow water to make tea, it is naturally not a problem to store some rainwater for watering flowers.

As the old saying goes, "snow water gold, rain silver", it is said that rainwater contains a small amount of nitrogen, which can provide a small amount of nutrients for the growth of flowers, promote their metabolism, accelerate plant growth, prevent soil compaction, and also facilitate the dissolution of nutrients in the soil, which is very good for watering flowers.

Of course, she didn't use rain to water the flowers to make them grow well, but purely to like this kind of fun.

Women, whether they are 18 or 81 years old, have to live a little fun.

She carefully watered the fragrant jasmine, and then the geraniums, which had already bloomed into bulbs.

Looking at these bright flowers, her mood also improved.

She is not as sad as Sister Lin, when she sees flowers, she thinks of "flowers and flowers are flying all over the sky, and there is no one to pity the red incense", and she will not feel that "three hundred and sixty days a year, the wind, swords, frost and swords are strictly pressing", "when can the bright and fresh beauty be, it is difficult to find it once adrift".

I will not feel that because I am getting older, I will feel that "trying to see the remnants of spring flowers gradually falling, that is, when the red face dies of old age." Once the spring is full of red and old, the flowers fall and people die without knowing. ”

Chen Quan is optimistic and positive, she is not as heroic as Baochai, "with the strength of the good wind, borrow me to go to the clouds", of course, she will not be like Sister Lin, "Wandering is also like a thin human life, empty and slender, and said to be romantic".

She is her, the unique Chen Quan, although ordinary, but a woman who loves life.

Just after watering the petunias, suddenly a mobile phone ringtone came from the living room.

"Hongchen is ridiculous, infatuation is the most boring, and everything is ...... empty"

Chen Quan put down the kettle, thumped his upper arm, walked back to the living room quickly, and picked up the mobile phone on the round coffee table.

The caller ID reads: "Du Caige (note: visitor)".

The corners of Chen Quan's mouth curled, pressed to answer, and said in a gentle voice: "Xiao Du, hello." ”

......

"I'm glad you'd like to come back to counseling. But recently my appointment is relatively full, I wonder if you can wait for a while, after May Day, we will start the consultation?"

"Okay, I'll wait for your call. See you soon!"

Putting down the phone, Chen Quan tilted his head and thought quietly, and came to her study.

She stood in front of the mahogany bookshelf, looked closely, and removed a kraft paper file bag from the shelf.

The cover reads: Du Caige. Initial Reception: March 2007.

Chen Quan sat down in front of his imitation pear wood desk, picked up the reading glasses placed on the corner of the table and put them on, then took out a stack of printed A4 paper from the file bag, and looked down.

......

Second consultation, 14 March 2007.

Counselor: You said you could touch another ...... in your body. Personality, or to use the word "being", another memory of existence.

Do you remember when you first came into contact with the memories of another being within you?

Interview (avoidance of eye contact): Actually, it was contacted at a very young age. Six or seven years old. But at that time I couldn't understand it, and because I wasn't skilled, I couldn't touch anything useful, only some fragmented images. And in retrospect, those memories are very vague, maybe even imagined by myself, I'm not sure.

Advisor: It's normal, memories are quite fragile, easily smeared, modified, and affected.

Interviewer: Probably since I was in junior high school, when I was in a daze, or when I was wandering, I sometimes entered a very special state and came into contact with those memories.

Most memories are boring, just fragments of life. There are also some very interesting. It feels like it's in the near future, where people use "smartphones" and click on their phones at home a few times, and someone will deliver takeaways. And all sorts of interesting stuff.

Advisor: Sounds sci-fi.

INTERVIEW: Yes.

Counselor: Based on our last consultation, you said that in your sophomore year, out of boredom, you formed a band with a few friends and played everywhere. At that time, did you write songs from the memories of "that being"?

Inter: Not exactly. At that time, I was not comfortable controlling those memories. Glimpses of light, you know. I was exposed to a lot of pieces of music, and then I studied music after all, even though it was a folk music department. I got some inspiration from those clips and wrote some songs myself. In fact, they are all poorly written, and they are all shadows of imitation.

Advisory: In your evaluation, which song do you think you copied completely from the memory of "that being"?

Visit (silence for a few minutes): No place to be ashamed.

Advisor: That's a song you wrote for the band Walker, and I've heard it. It was a great song that influenced a generation and was considered to be the rock music that can rank among the top 5 in the history of rock in Dahuaguo.

(shrugs, seeming disapproving): Perhaps. I copied it anyway.

COUNSELOR: Do you think it's possible that it was actually your inspiration and your training to create such a song? Is it just that you have some kind of hallucination, which you think is copied from the memory of another being? In fact, the memory of the so-called other existence is only from your imagination and is part of your personality?

If I have doubts about my mental state, I will go to the psychiatrist, thank you! If you want to continue to counsel me, then there is a premise, you can't think I'm crazy. If you think I'm crazy, it's impossible to do this counseling.

Counselor: I'm sorry, but I didn't mean you were mentally abnormal. We normal people sometimes have some fantasies, and I have had them, and those fantasies are even vivid.

(Silence for a few minutes): I have been holding these words in my heart for a long time, and I have never said them to others. This is my biggest secret!

Thank you for your trust. Please also trust my professional ethics, any information you have is safe with me and will never be leaked.

Interview: Frankly, since I have made up my mind to come to you, I am mentally prepared to confide in you.

Counselor: Well, then let's go ahead and talk about the "other being" in your body......

Interviewer: I'm used to that existence, there's nothing to talk about, my problem is not here.

Counselor: What do you think is your problem?

Interview (silent until the end of the consultation time): I thought I had found true love, I was willing to give everything for her, and I even told the police that I was driving and taking the blame for her. But she betrayed me.