Wen Ru didn't immediately introduce herself.

Xuan's gaze crossed her coldly and looked out the window.

Until the caretaker packed up his things and left.

Wen Ru spoke, "Hello, my name is Wen Ru, yes." ”

Xuan Xuan interrupted her and said, "Psychiatrist?"

Wen Ru shook her head, "Just a listener." ”

"Heh," Wen Ru sneered at her, looked at Wen Ru and said, "I don't want to talk." ”

"Of course. Wen Ru didn't care about her refusal, "I'll only stay here for half an hour." ”

Before Xuan Xuan opened his mouth to refuse, he said, "Well, I'm quiet. ”

Abrupt and rude.

But it was really so quiet that he sat down in the corner, and didn't bother Xuanxuan, the room was too quiet, Xuanyuan could only hear another shallow breathing and the occasional sound of flipping through a book.

She opened her mouth, but didn't say anything to push her out, turned her head to continue looking out the window.

Later, Xuan Xuan talked to Wen Ru about the reason, saying that it was because she didn't see sympathy or pity in Wen Ru's eyes. It's as plain as she is still a normal and healthy person.

Wen Ru looked at Xuan's straight back with a little smile, thinking, she is really a polite girl, and she can't be ruthless if others don't have malicious intentions. Coming uninvited and staying without permission, she was obviously very rude.

Wen Ru's contract is one month, twice a week.

She stays quietly in the corner every time to do her own thing, no care or greeting, no dedication at all, but the salary is calm.

Xuan Xuan gradually got used to it, no, she could be when she didn't exist, or fall asleep with her head bored, or maintain the movement of looking out of the window, and she didn't take the initiative to deal with Wen Ru, nor blame, to reveal her disdedication.

Until the last consultation at the end of the month, Wen Ru asked her, do you want to go out and have a look?

Xuan Xuan ignored her.

Wen Ru pushed the wheelchair in the corner, and the movement made Xuan Xuan frown.

"Go to a gallery. Wen Ru leaned closer to her.

Xuan's attitude was very cold, and her voice was like ice slag, "I'm not going." ”

"It's quiet and you might like it. Wen Ru said, reaching out to hug her again.

She is very thin and light.

Wen Ru hugged her very easily.

Wen Ru put her in a wheelchair.

This time it was still very abrupt and rude.

But the polite girl still didn't beat and scolded her, because she didn't see pity in her eyes.

So she couldn't bear it, and Wen Ru's gaze became softer and softer.

"I told them and got permission. Wen Ru pushed her out of the door, and sure enough, she was not hindered.

Wen Ru carried her into the car, put the wheelchair in the trunk, and came back to fasten her safely.

During this period, it was very quiet.

Wen Ru explained: "The gallery is very quiet, there are only five stores in that alley, my consultation room, a gallery, a café, a cake shop and a photo studio, but the photo studio moved away some time ago. ”

Xuan Xuan still ignored her, but looked at the traffic outside the window.

She hadn't been outside for a long time, it had only been a few months, but it seemed like a century.

Wen Ru stopped talking and drove quietly, leaving room for Xuan, her own safe zone.

Wen Ru took her to Pianpian's gallery.

The paintings hanging on the walls are no different from other places.

Xuanxuan was pushed forward by Wen Ru, bored.

Until she was attracted by a soft cat meow.

"It's called a hand of hair," Wen Ru also looked over, the lazy orange cat paced gracefully on the flat canvas, leaving clusters of small, bright flowers, and the Pian Pian standing next to her smiled at Wen Ru with a paintbrush, and her eyes did not linger on the curly wheelchair for too long.

Xuan Xuan frowned slightly, and just asked, "A hand of hair?"

"Well, if you touch it, you'll get a hand of cat hair. Wen Ru explained with a smile.

"Quirky name. Xuan snorted.

"I think so too, but it's funny, isn't it?" Wen Ru chuckled.

Xuan Xuan didn't answer, so Wen Ru pushed her closer and explained, "She's drawing dreams." ”

"Huh?"

Pian Pian said that she dreamed of snow in a place, and worked hard to build a snowman, but the cat stepped on a few paws and collapsed, and then she was so angry that she wanted to hit it, but it ran away, and then she woke up. Wen Ru kept smiling as she spoke.

Xuan was silent and turned her head, only to find that the introductory words under the flower frame were very long, as if she was telling a story.

"It's their dream. Wen Ru also took a fancy to that text.

"They tell about dreams and let Pian Pian make them into pictures. Pian Pian said that she was a dreamer. ”

"What about you?" asked Xuan.

"A listener. Wen Ru replied, just like she introduced when she first met.

"The dreamer puts the secret into his dreams, and tells them to the listener out of a desire to tell them, and out of a desire to reveal and share, let the dreamer paint them. Wen Ru elaborated lightly.

Wen Ru noticed that Xuan Xuan liked it, although she still had no expression, her eyes stayed on those words for a long time, Wen Ru did not speak, but slowed down the pace of pushing the wheelchair.

Xuan pursed her lips, which was a tacit acquiescence.

Little by little, time passed.

After finishing the painting, and Pianpin's work had been completed, she came over to greet Wen Ru with a hand of hair, and asked Xuanxuan, do you want to touch it?

Xuan lingered on the cat for a moment and shook her head.

Pian Pian shrugged her shoulders and asked her again, "Do you like these paintings?"

Xuan Xuan nodded.

Seeing that they were quite happy, Wen Ru went out to pack some cakes and coffee.

When they returned, the two were still chatting, although Xuan Yuan rarely answered.

"What are you talking about?" Wen Ru asked casually.

"Let's talk about painting. Pianpian smiled, and then naturally took the food in Wen Ru's hand, and gave it to Xuanxuan, "This is the characteristic of this alley." ”

When he spoke, he rubbed his hair with one hand and meowed at her, delicate and soft, staring at the cake in Xuan's hand with shiny round eyes.

Wen Ru saw her hesitation and smiled, "It's okay to eat a little." Then I saw Xuan break a small piece of cake, carefully skim off the cream, and feed it to Hand Mao.

When he barked at her with one hand, he showed Wen Ru's first soft smile since he saw her.

Very moving.

Pian Pian quietly winked at Wen Ru.

Wen Ru also quietly gave her a thumbs up.

A hand of hair is also the mascot of this alley.

It was already dark when she left, Wen Ru put the wheelchair back, and sat in the passenger seat with the "specialty" in her arms.

"It's the last day. Xuan Xuan opened her mouth to look at the lights outside.

"Hmm. Wen Ru nodded.

"You're not dedicated at all. Xuan complained.

"Hmm. Wen Ru nodded again.

"My dreams have no story, they are all dark, there is no light, and there is no person. With the light in her eyes, she looked at the hurried passers-by on the street, "I still don't want to see them, and I don't want to expose my scars, so I pretend to be strong and cheerful." ”

"I can't pull you out because you don't want to. Wen Ru's voice was gentle and indifferent, "There is no empathy, no empathy, only you can make decisions for yourself." ”

"I love this gallery. Xuan Yuan changed the subject first.

Wen Ru nodded: "You can come often." ”

Xuan Xuan nodded.

Wen Ru carried her back to the bed, covered the corners of the quilt, and pulled the corners of her clothes and whispered, "Goodbye." ”

Then he smiled for the second time of the day.

It's shallow, but it's beautiful.

"Well, goodbye. Wen Ru went out the door, closed the door again, and saw Xuan Xuan wrap herself in a shell that seemed hard but was actually fragile.

Wen Ru's face was expressionless, she knew it earlier, she couldn't cure her.