After Zhong Meihui came out of the banquet last night, her heart was like a big stone, she didn't want to go home, and she didn't want to see anyone.

She thought about it for a long time, and spent two hundred yuan to open a room in the Express Hotel, where she slept for one night.

Zhong Meihui has a lot of spare money in her hands, but those who have been parents know that money should be spent on the blade, and it is too much to spend money that should not be spent.

Zhong Meihui spent two hundred yuan, and she felt very uncomfortable, as if she had wasted a huge amount of money.

Zhong Meihui woke up naturally at half past seven in the morning.

Her first reaction was to look down at her phone, she disappeared silently overnight, and there must be many people who are worried about her again.

But......

She thinks too much.

She opened the communication tool, and there was basically no one to greet her, and the only one who sent her a message was Lin Yizhou.

He posted: Mom, why haven't you returned.

It's really funny, the only person who is worried about her is not related to her.

Forget it, what made her angry was that Lin Desheng didn't call all night to ask her where she went.

When she thought of last night's scene, grievances welled up in her heart.

After washing, she looked at the scenery outside the window, picked up her mobile phone and called Xiaogang.

Presumably Xiao Gang is not feeling well now.

It's a pity that Zhong Meihui's mobile phone rang for a long time, and Xiao Gang still didn't answer her phone.

When people reach middle age, they do feel powerless.

Zhong Meihui looked out the window and suddenly couldn't find the direction of her life......

Her last generation is no longer alive; married a husband, and has been compromising all his life; gave birth to two daughters, one Lin Shu had a bad temper with her, and the other Lin Xian could barely support herself; She was anxious now, but she didn't even have a friend to talk to.

Thinking about it this way, she is really miserable.

How on earth can it be mixed like this?

Zhong Meihui thought about it and thought of Lin Deguang's daughter-in-law, her sister-in-law.

This is one of the few people who can understand her inner pain.

She rummaged through the address book, and if she didn't talk to anyone, she was going to be middle-aged and depressed.

She called her sister-in-law and complained about her experience, in fact, she was asking for comfort.

The sister-in-law comforted distressedly: "Hearing you say this, the third brother is too much, and this day has really hurt you." ”

Zhong Meihui can be regarded as seizing the opportunity to complain: "This is just the tip of the iceberg, how many grievances I have suffered over the years, I can't say anything for a while." ”

When the sister-in-law heard this beginning, although she was distressed, she was also very scared, Zhong Meihui said so much just now, and it was just the tip of the iceberg, this wouldn't be the prelude to pulling her to pour bitter water, right?

It's okay to pour bitter water, the problem is that she can't help Zhong Meihui.

She thought about it for a while, and remembered that someone had introduced her to a psychiatrist, and she felt that Zhong Meihui's state was very suitable for consultation.

"Hey, let me tell you, I know a good psychiatrist, and I think it's appropriate for you to talk to her."

Zhong Meihui's thinking is not so advanced, in her opinion, it is all sick people, so she needs to see a doctor, she is not sick or sick, why spend all this unjust money.

"I'm not sick, why do I see a doctor."

Sister-in-law: "You can't keep up with the times, young people now pay attention to psychological health, sometimes find a psychiatrist just to regulate their emotions, and they don't necessarily have to be sick to go." ”

Although Zhong Meihui has never seen a psychiatrist, she lives in this era and probably knows the price, so she asked cautiously and tentatively: "How expensive is that." ”

Sister-in-law helped Zhong Meihui take a look: "It seems that the first consultation is free, and the consultation has to be booked, but this is the holiday time, I have a friend who knows her, if she doesn't go to another city, I can take you directly to her." ”

When Zhong Meihui heard the word free, she immediately changed her attitude.

"Yes, you can help me ask."

Why don't you eat the free lunch, it's a big deal that when you pay later, she won't go.

After Liao Tingye left Lin Shu's house, he called a car and went straight to the airfield that his family bought.

He sat in the car, looking at the congested road, and his mind became more and more agitated.

What he is facing now is a visceral fear of the unknown.

Although Liao Ming almost played a dispensable role in Liao Tingye's life, it was not until this moment that he knew how much weight Liao Ming was carrying on his shoulders.

If he falls, the whole house falls.

When he got to the tarmac, he realized that the plane had already left.

The person who left the message gave Liao Tingye a message, Liao Ming's condition could not be delayed, so he didn't wait for him to come.

The scorching sun is shining, and the mind is empty.

That's how he's feeling right now.

The sister-in-law helped Zhong Meihui make an appointment with a psychiatrist in the afternoon, and the two met in advance at the agreed place and went to the doctor's studio together.

The sister-in-law held Zhong Meihui's arm: "This Doctor Wang is very face-saving, she has been resting for the past few days, and she has not accepted consultations, I have found a friend to help you arrange it." If there's anything you want to say, just talk to her. ”

Zhong Meihui nodded and entered the consultation room.

Dr. Wong is not wearing a lab coat and glasses as Chung imagined.

Maybe she was called in temporarily, her long black hair was tied with a rubber band, she was wearing cargo pants, and she looked more like a capable woman with a cold temperament than a doctor.

Dr. Wang was watering the grass, and when she saw Zhong Meihui coming, she made a "please" gesture to the chair at the other end of the table with her palms facing up: "Sit down." ”

Zhong Meihui looked up at the consultation room, with white walls, a few pots of green plants, a red and brown bookcase, and a black sofa. It's about the same as all office heads.

The two looked at each other at eye level.

From the moment Zhong Meihui walked into the studio, Dr. Wang has been paying attention to her demeanor and pace, as well as some small gestures.

This is an occupational disease that cannot be avoided.

So Zhong Meihui didn't even say a word, and when she just sat down in the chair, the doctor had already made a rough structure of her psychological state in her heart.

Most of the main consulted groups for Dr. Wang are teenagers, high-pressure professionals and public figures, and there are really not many women of Chung's age who are willing to come for consultation.

The happy ones don't need counseling, and the unhappy ones are generally not willing to spend the money.

It is obvious which kind Zhong Meihui belongs to.

Dr. Wang first chatted with Chung Meihui about a little off-topic, which can effectively build empathy with the patient and help her get into the mood.

Dr. Wang smiled and asked, "On the way here, did you see the street square full of holiday balloons?" ”

Zhong Meihui shook her head: "No." ”

......

Topic killer.

Dr. Wang nodded: "Then tell me about your experience." ”

Zhong Meihui felt that she was a lot older, and she was a little embarrassed to talk about this to strangers.

But fortunately, Dr. Wang does have a lot of experience in consulting, and he guides Zhong Meihui to speak from the bottom of her heart little by little.