Chapter 2 PTSD Patients

Seeing that my expression was uncomfortable, Han Muzhi changed the topic: "By the way, is there any progress on the case owner's side?" ”

"For the first time, the visitor must still be closed to himself. However, she reacts to drawing. "I picked up the clothes that Min had drawn. Although she was picked up casually, the available was a dark gray, painted on the paper a piece of oppression.

Xiao Min drew a dress: a round neck, which shows that Xiao Min is actually very conservative in her heart, which is consistent with the outfit she wore when she came today; There are buttons on the sleeves of her shirt to indicate that she is full of dependence inside; The skirt drags the floor, the fear is suppressed in the heart, and there is no sense of security; At the same time, the skirt is offset a lot to the right, and it is cut off by the paper border on the right side, indicating that you want to escape from the people and things of the past, and you are conflicted and overwhelmed in your heart. And all the lines of Xiao Min are stiff and intermittent, not smooth, indicating inner tension, until the last few strokes of venting are finally smoother.

But there are two strange things, one is that the sleeves are three-quarter sleeves instead of long sleeves; On the other hand, she drew a lot of weed-like things around the girl, and Xiao Min's last vent was all about drawing these weeds. From the perspective of painting analysis, these weeds must represent something. But what does it mean? I frowned, lost in thought, and I didn't even know when Han Muzhi went out.

Unconsciously that the sunset had sunk, Han Muzhi pushed the door in again: "Still pondering?" ”

I looked at the clock while checking the information on the computer, it was already 7 o'clock, and I stretched: "As soon as I get to work, time is like flying." ”

"It's a day." Han Muzhi patted me on the shoulder, "The people take food as the sky, don't be able to figure out what others think, and starve yourself first." ”

I smiled, put my things away, went out with Han Muzhi, walked to the front desk, suddenly remembered something, and asked, "Is there a Mr. Lu who has made an appointment these days?" ”

"Nope." The front desk replied. Han Muzhi looked at me thoughtfully.

"If Mr. Lu makes an appointment again, help me prioritize it."

"You're very special to him." Han Muzhi looked at me deeply, "Why?" ”

"I don't know." I sighed, "I've had nightmares for three nights in a row since he came that day, always dreaming of killing someone." I think if I don't solve his psychological problems, I will have a psychological problem. ”

Han Muzhi shook his head and smiled: "Your nightmare is a problem of living alone, not his." But Joe, I've always advised you to find a companion to share a room, and it's safer, why not? ”

I pursed my lips: "About eight people lived in a dormitory in college." "Closing oneself is a dormant motive in everyone's heart, including psychotherapists.

Han Muzhiding's restaurant is located in a mountain villa next to the seaside plank road, which has the taste of a private club, and the dim lights shine on the mossy stone road, which is as quiet as an oil painting. I climbed the stairs and quipped, "How did you think of such a tall place today?" Got rich? ”

"I'm going to have to pick a good place for you." Han Muzhi smiled and slowly followed me, "It's just been open for two months, and it's said to be very good." ”

"Yazhu, good name." I looked at the rather quaint plaque at the door, and I read it unconsciously. Han Muzhi's taste is still as good as ever, even if it is a small restaurant, he always chooses something with some mood, not to mention a big deal.

The privacy here is very good, as soon as we enter the door, a waiter dressed in Hanfu will lead us into the box, the room is furnished with mahogany furniture, with Zen paintings and the smell of sandalwood, the decoration and color palette are really intoxicating, I was a little shaken for a while. In such an environment, even if there is more pressure and unhappiness in my heart, it will be swept away. I just want to sit quietly, have a bite to eat, and have a cup of tea.