After coming out of the old lady's room, Bai Shuiyuan staggered downstairs and stretched out his hand to Chen Feng enthusiastically: "Teacher Chen, thank you so much!"

In the face of this young counselor who 'enlightened' the old lady in a few words, Bai Shuiyuan no longer mentioned any 'young and promising', but asked very humbly: "Teacher Chen, I don't understand, it's been more than five years since my father died, a few years ago, my mother was normal, why did she start thinking about my dad?"

"Well, from a psychiatric point of view, it is called 'delayed stress response', when a huge mental blow comes, the subconscious mind protects itself, temporarily seals off a part of emotions and thinking, and waits until a period of time has passed, and then it will be reopened. Bai Ke, is that so?" Chen Feng said.

Bai Ke rolled his eyes for a while.

It's a fart!

There is a delay, but it is generally only two or three months at the longest.

For example, after an earthquake, a survivor may not show much sadness for a few days, or even weeks, and then suddenly one day collapse.

I've never heard of a delay of years!

Just kidding, human beings have the function of self-healing, and after a few years, no matter how big the wound is, it will almost heal.

"Yes, what Teacher Chen said is so right!" Bai Ke nodded vigorously, his tone sincere.

This panic must help Yuan, because everything that happened today made Bai Ke more convinced of his previous thoughts: Chen Feng, very unusual!

"Mr. Bai, let me ask you more, did your father like to drink tea when he was alive?" asked Chen Feng.

It is impossible for a person to have demons for no reason, not to mention that the old lady's inner monologue has made it very clear that she really thinks that her wife is back because she saw her wife drinking tea in the middle of the night.

Did the old lady really see a Piao?

Catching ghosts is of course not the business scope of Shixinzhai, but putting aside his professional position, as a natural person, Chen Feng is very interested in it.

For example, a chef whose job is to cook, but it does not prevent him from liking to pick his feet with one hand and hold his mobile phone with the other to watch the young lady dance in his spare time.

Originally, Chen Feng's curiosity about Ah Piao had been consumed in the morgue and the grave, and he had long lost hope, but the appearance of Shixinzhai and Liu Yue once again aroused his beautiful childhood vision.

I can be friends with the demon, of course, I can also be friends with Ah Piao, we fly together, fight the landlord at the grave together, eat barbecue together in the morgue, it is refreshing to think about it.

Otherwise, a person's childhood experience will have a deep impact on his life, and psychopaths often have childhood shadows.

Yes, my dad loves tea all his life, and my grandfather also loves tea. You mean to say that my mom is confused, and this has something to do with my dad's tea?"

"When your father was alive, did he often hold a teapot and drink tea while basking in the sun on a chair in the courtyard?" Chen Feng asked and continued.

"Yes, how do you know?" Bai Shuiyuan's eyes widened, he also knew such a detail of family life?

glanced at Bai Ke.

"It was me and Mr. Chen. Bai Ke continued to explain seriously.

"Then, is there a teapot among your father's relics?" Chen Feng continued.

Bai Shuiyuan looked directly at Bai Ke, why does this girl tell people everything?

"Can I take a look?" Chen Feng asked.

Bai Shuiyuan frowned slightly, it's not that he can't, it's just that it's necessary? For a psychological counselor, isn't this requirement a bit excessive?

Seeing that Bai Shuiyuan didn't speak, Chen Feng glanced at Bai Ke.

"Dad, I want to see Grandpa's relics too. Bai Ke felt that it was so difficult.

……

Bai Shuiyuan's father's relics were all locked in the small storage room under the stairs, and the small cabinet was full of various outstanding teacher awards, photos with students, old-fashioned pens, and badges.

But most of them are photos and documents

The road that the old couple has walked for decades.

Decades-old marriage certificate, black and white wedding photos, photos of the child's full moon anniversary, certificate of honor for the only child, photos of traveling together......

Bai Ke took the photo of his grandfather, looking a little distracted, Bai Shuiyuan hadn't seen these things for a long time, holding a small goldfish fountain pen in his hand, revealing a warm smile that is rarely seen by the CEO of a large company.

I remember wrong, this is not my father's relic, this is a gift from my father when I was in junior high school.

Just now, I felt that it was meaningless to look at these things, but at this time, Bai Shuiyuan's thoughts changed unconsciously, and many very warm memories came to my heart again.

Dad passed away, but the companionship and care of those years did not leave, but has been deeply placed in the deepest part of my heart, but sometimes like these old objects, it is covered with a layer of dust of memory.

He looked at Chen Feng quietly, with a look of appreciation in his eyes, this may be the real ability of a psychological counselor, which will make people find warmth and peace in their hearts.

Chen Feng's gaze fell on a purple sand teapot.

The workmanship is very ordinary, and there is nothing brilliant about it.

It's just that...... As soon as he entered, he heard someone talking in his ear.

"Please take me away. ”

Following the sound, I saw the teapot.

He reached out and picked up the teapot.

"It's me, it's me, take me away. ”

The voice rang out again.

Then, the purple clay pot nodded at him.

Chen Feng thought he was dazzled.

But he did see that the long spout of the purple clay pot was bent, as if nodding.

And then it quickly returned to its original state.

"Mr. Bai, can I take this teapot with me?" Chen Feng went straight to the point and went straight to the point.

"Huh?"

Bai Shuiyuan, who had just immersed himself in warm memories, didn't react at all.

Chen Feng turned a little fast.

The teapot is not the hand of a famous artist, it is not less than a hundred years, it is not an antique, and it is not valuable.

For the Bai family, it has a certain commemorative significance, but for outsiders, it has little value.

Chen Feng helped his family so much today, although he was Bai Ke's friend, he also prepared a red envelope, which was worth more than a teapot.

What do you want this teapot for?

Chen Feng is not easy to answer this question.

So, he looked at Bai Ke.

Bai Ke began to rub his head, feeling that it was easier to deal with mentally ill people, and said helplessly: "Dad, don't ask so much, what Teacher Chen says is what it is!"

Bai Shuiyuan looked at his daughter with a scrutinizing gaze for a while, thinking that he had seen through the truth, and smiled: "That's okay, by the way, if Teacher Xiao Chen has nothing else to do, let's stay and have a meal together." ”

"You're welcome, Mr. Bai, I have to go back to the hotel to see the store. ”

"Hotel?" Bai Shuiyuan was stunned, what kind of store are you looking at, isn't it a psychological counseling teacher?

"Dad, I'll send him away!" Bai Ke really couldn't make it anymore, so he pulled Chen Feng and left.

……

On the way back, Bai Ke was preoccupied, and obviously had a stomach to ask.

Chen Feng was also preoccupied, and he also had something to ask.

But I want to ask about the teapot.

As for Bai Ke's problem, it is better to find out the truth about the teapot first and then talk about other things, and it may not be a good thing for both parties to let an ordinary girl get involved in the world of special existence.

When he returned to Shixinzhai, he first persuaded Bai Ke away, then locked the door from the inside and put the teapot on the table.

Before Chen Feng could ask, a puff of green smoke came out of the teapot.

On either side of the spout emerges a human face, the spout is a long nose, a few soft popping sounds, and the teapot grows two short calves and two slender arms.

"Oops, suffocate me!"

It stretched a big lazy waist, jumped to the edge of the pool, jumped its little short legs, hugged the faucet switch, and then relied on its own gravity, so ......

Bang, the water is boiling.

The teapot falls into the pool as if in a shower, allowing the tap water to wash away the dust from the body.

Chen Feng looked at the scene in front of him in surprise, and asked uncertainly: "Are you...... Fine?