This morning, I woke up in the hotel bed with another man next to me.

I went straight to the bathroom to flush the stickiness off my body, put on my clothes, took out a wad of money from the wallet of the man who was still sleeping like a dead pig, I counted five thousand dollars, stuffed it in my pocket and threw the door and walked out.

The sun was particularly dazzling, but my heart was very cold, I didn't touch the cigarette case in my bag for a long time, I thought it should have fallen in the hotel suite, so I bought a pack of cigarettes at the newsstand on the street, lit one, leaned against the tree, and when the cigarette burned to the butt of the cigarette, I threw it off casually and lit another one.

Since I received the phone call from "Chen Nolin" last week, I have not been able to sleep well every night, and even when I am tired from having sex, my cerebral cortex is quite excited.

I felt like something was wrong with my psyche, something was blocking my mind, and I had to see a psychiatrist.

My roommate, Wen Wen, recommended a counselor to me, and I walked in, waited for ten minutes, and walked into this counseling room, which was expensive.

There is a desk, two soft chairs, a sofa on the side, and the curtains are lilac and eye-catching.

The counselor is required to register personal information, and he says: "This information is absolutely confidential, and you can fill it out with confidence." ”

I've never believed in absolute secrecy, and if you want to keep it secret, the best way to do that is not to tell anyone, or that the person you're telling is dead.

Then he picked up the pen and wrote his name on the form: Du Jiayin.

Later, I used my name to pause, and directly crossed it out with a horizontal bar, and I was inexplicably irritable, so I directly used a pen to scratch it out on the paper and crumpled it together: "Can you give me another one, I filled it in wrong." ”

On this form, I filled in carefully:

Name: Jiayin Du

Former name: Chen Nuolin

Age: 22

Marital Status: Unmarried

Occupation: College student

Writing this, I glanced at the former name on it again, and used a pen to erase the three words "Chen Nuolin", and the force penetrated the back of the paper, and with a bang, the paper broke.

These subtle movements of mine were naturally in the eyes of the counselor, who glanced at me and called me: "Du Jiayin?"

I nodded.

"Let's start with Chen Nuolin. ”

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Four years ago, I was 18 years old and in my third year of high school.

After the New Year, the college entrance examination is approaching, the countdown is one hundred days, in March, every day there is a silent smell of gunsmoke in the class, even after class, the students are either lying on the table to make up for sleep, or burying their heads in reading, but Qiao Chu is smearing his eyebrows in the mirror, which is very stinky.

At this time, a classmate outside the door called me: "Chen Nuolin, someone is looking for you." ”

I thought it was my mom who had come to give me the keys to the bicycle, so I didn't think much about it, and outside the classroom was full of students in school uniforms, and when I looked to the right, there was a woman in a navy blue woolen coat standing at the top of the stairs, fiddling with her phone.

I couldn't help but ask the classmate who called me, "Who is looking for me?"

The classmate behind him didn't speak, and the girl at the top of the stairs had already stepped on high heels and walked over, with the corners of her eyes picking up: "You are Chen Nuolin?"

I didn't know why, so I nodded: "Well, I'm ......"

Before I could finish my sentence, I was slapped the right cheek, and my right ear was temporarily deaf and buzzing.