The story is written here, and it breaks again.

Scroll down, and it's blank.

"Is that the end of it?"

Lu Ran closed the attached document and returned to the email, and sure enough, he saw a note at the end of the email.

That's all for the story. Dr. Lu, what is the answer?"

In the end, Wang Ling raised a question to Lu Ran.

In Lu Ran's opinion, it is difficult to answer.

"I think it's better for us to meet and discuss this. Lu Ran replied with such a sentence.

He felt that this was safe, and he did not want to jump to conclusions.

After replying to the message, Lu Ran planned to turn off the computer.

Unexpectedly, I received a reply from Wang Ling.

"Okay, I'll be free the day after tomorrow, but it's not long, one noon, I'll invite you to dinner. ”

This was not a formal consultation appointment, nor was it a formal conversation occasion, but Lu Ran knew that Wang Ling probably could not be in a consultation room. Coupled with the fact that she has been busy with work, she can spare time for lunch, which already shows that she takes this matter seriously enough.

"Good. ”

Two days later, Lu Ran saw Wang Ling again.

They met in a western restaurant with an open-air garden, and the open-air balcony was located on the highest floor of the restaurant, and there was only one private room inside, so that no outsiders could come up.

The environment here is pleasant, and Wang Ling is still beautiful, and it is difficult for Lu Ran to associate her with the woman in the story.

Even so, Lu Ran still asked a question when their conversation got to the point: "This is your story, isn't it?"

"What?"

"You wrote, the woman's story, and that phone number. ”

Wang Ling understood what he meant.

They had finished their meal, with a glass of red wine and two goblets on the table.

Wang Ling picked up the quilt in front of her, took a sip, frowned slightly, and asked, "What do you think?"

Lu Ran also took a sip with her.

"Actually, I don't like to drink red wine. Wang Ling smiled, with a little bitterness, "But when communicating with people, you always have to show that you have some taste, and it is best to be able to taste different brands of wine in one sip.

It's incredible, you're right, that story is indeed written by me. ”

Wang Ling shook her wine glass, looking at the traces of red wine sliding down the inside of the glass, and memories flooded into her mind.

That story is obviously not true, and there are a lot of fictional elements.

At least the part of the human-faced fish is not very real.

Lu Ran would not ask Wang Ling to tell him the true version, it was Wang Ling's privacy.

Even if Wang Ling doesn't want to talk about it, they can also have a dialogue through this story.

"So, do you want to forget that number, or do you want to know one, and what is the truth?"

"I ......"

Wang Ling herself realized that I am afraid that even she herself did not really think about what she wanted.

Or maybe she knows that she has always wanted to know the answer, but she doesn't always have the courage, after so long, the memory is too bitter, and it is easiest to simply forget it.

"I said we'd better meet in person, not because I already knew what the answer was and wanted to tell you in person. I don't know, and I don't know what the answer is. Your question, it's too hard. The most difficult thing in the world to see through is the human heart, and you want me to tell you whether the human heart is good or evil. ”

Wang Ling smiled, "It seems that it is indeed embarrassing for you." ”

"But we can talk about what you want. ”

"I," Wang Ling looked at the open-air balcony outside the floor-to-ceiling window, the sun was shining, and the wine in her glass had precipitated, "I want to forget, I think it's too bitter, I'm always haunted by this question, I can't get over it." ”

"Let's try it, try to see if you can cross over?"

"Give it a try?"

"yes. If there is only one way to lose memory when encountering painful things, then how do other people survive, do they have to forget their past selves? Then probably people will face the pain of amnesia again. ”

Lu Ran tried to guide her to face the problem, not to run away.

"But how?"

Wang Ling thought that Lu Ran would say something like "Try to make a phone call, and you will know everything." Thinking that this was the advice that most people would give her in the past, she didn't know it, but if so, she didn't have to make an appointment with a counselor.

"Try to imagine it. Simulate both answers. ”

"Simulation?" she didn't know what Lu Ran meant by simulation.

Lu Ran stood up and moved the table between them to another place.

Now in front of Wang Ling there was only an empty chair that Lu Ran had just sat on.

"Okay, now, the man is sitting in this chair and sitting in front of you. You can pick up the phone and try to call him, will it connect?

If not, what do you do, and what else do you want to say to him?

If so, what would you say to him?"

Lu Ran uses the empty chair technique, which is mainly used to dialogue with important people in his heart, empathy, imagine each other's thoughts and answers, and deeply experience each other's exchanges and emotions.

Here, Lu Ran uses it more as a substitute for real conversation.

Wang Ling looked at the chair opposite her and didn't speak for a long time.

She lifted a hand, imagining a phone in her hand.

Just press that string of numbers to connect to the other end of the number.

She looked at her hand and imagined that she was pressing the number with that hand.

But before she could finish pressing, she covered her face with her hands and sobbed softly.

She suddenly remembered the man's face.

The face she thought she was about to forget.

The man has a long beard, thick eyebrows and deep eye sockets, and has a very rugged appearance.

It was exactly what Lu Ran once saw when he wore special glasses. At that time, he entered the scene described by Wang Ling, but what he saw was not a young man and a woman, but a young girl and a middle-aged man.

The man was disheveled, wearing a long-sleeved shirt and shorts, while the girl wore a black coat.

He also had a rope in his hand, and the other end of the rope was tied to the girl's hand.

This is where the story begins.

Wang Ling has never told others that she has a life-saving benefactor.

That night, the man had just escaped from under the noses of the police and the panicked bustard.

They took advantage of the darkness of the night to run along the path, because they were afraid that the girl would not be able to keep up on the way and run away, so the man tied a rope in his pocket to the girl's hand, so that when she could not run, he pulled the rope, and he could run on her back.

After running for a long time, they came to the beach.

As dawn approached, and the sky was no longer so dark, the man looked at the sea and stopped.

Just two hours ago, the man had just met the girl for the first time in a dilapidated and ambiguous room.

He's a prostitute, and she's the prostitute he bought tonight.