Once bitten by a snake, he was afraid of the well rope for ten years. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Psychological shadow, in fact, is a noun that sounds very far away from us, but it is like a shadow around us, this kind of thing haunts you like a nightmare, such as a girl who is afraid of all the opposite sex because of an evil father, because she was locked in a dark room when she was a child and is not sensitive to the claustrophobic space, and there are also painless lurking in your consciousness, even you can't realize it, such as if you were bitten by ants when you were a child, although you will not be afraid of ants, but you will still be more likely to be frightened than others when you see an ant colony.

In the past three years, Murong Cao has never taken the bus, never been to the swimming pool again, and no longer has to take a bath in the bathtub.

These changes did not affect her normal life too much, and even Li Hang, who was close to her, did not notice these subtle changes in her.

Only Murong Cao knew very well that she had been reborn and was no longer her former self, or in other words, when she confirmed that Yan Xiu could only exist as a weak spirit, she no longer regarded herself as a normal person.

Since then, no matter what emotions are joy, anger, sorrow, happiness, resentment, greed, anger, or infatuation, they are all covered with an inexplicable film, and the covered sincerity has only one purpose, only one belief, and only one meaning of existence.

And when a counselor has his own demons and loses the ability to empathize, he can no longer do the client any benefit.

Murong Cao knew this too well, so in the dissuasion or silence of her peers, she closed the psychological clinic that had finally improved a little without distress, and responsibly referred the clients who had not finished the interview relationship to the psychologist she thought was more suitable.

Then, there is the Spiritual Inquiry Center.

Needless to say, there are twists and turns, step by step to the present, there are those who are struggling, there are those who are wronged, there are those who have no love, there are those who are broken, there are those who are numb, there are those who are frightened, and there are those who are lonely...... Only, there are no regrets.

When Murong Cao walked out of the subway, his eyes swept to the stainless steel benches for pedestrians waiting for the subway, his originally cold eyes softened a little, and the feeling of panic in his heart began to churn again.

Some encounters just seem to be very beautiful.

The hands that drive fate do not necessarily have good intentions.

Before entering the door, Murong Cao took off the "Yingfu" on her neck and carefully put it into her bag, not because she was afraid that Yang Muqing would find something that should not be discovered, but once she forgot to take it, and actually found that there was fear in Yan Xiuxiu's eyes when she looked at her.

That look doesn't belong to the original Yan Xiu, Yan Xiu may have looked at her with various eyes, but there will definitely be no emotion of "fear" that can't be hit, but this look doesn't belong to the autonomous consciousness of the current Yan Xiu spirit, that's probably just a natural reaction of a ghost.

The mystic master and the ghost have always been incompatible.

As soon as she pushed open the door, Yan Yuxiu, who had been sitting quietly on the sofa, stood up, and his eyes immediately chased over him like a searchlight, with a faint joy, and he couldn't tear it off anymore.

"I'm back!"

"Hmm."

Murong Cao got into the embrace that he couldn't touch at all as usual, stood on tiptoe, pecked him on the lips, and opened it with a touch, and then was very satisfied to see that Yan Xiuxiu's pale face had a little "blood".

It's good that this ghost is still shy.

After three years of living with ghosts, and battling wits and courage with various supernatural events in the Soul Asking Institute, Murong Cao had never known anything about ghosts at the beginning, and he also began to realize that Yan Xixiu's situation was indeed very special.

She can't actually see ghosts, but she can see Yan Xiu.

She could feel the cold and oppressive feeling brought by other ghosts, but the feeling that Yan Xiu gave her was calm and familiar.

After Yan Xiu came back from that day, he kept his promise and never left again, and when Murong Cao was away, he would never get tired of waiting.

His appearance has been stuck three years ago, Murong Cao can even imagine that he has become a dying old woman, but he still accompanies her with this appearance, never aging, but he can no longer become a living person who can breathe.

But Murong Cao insisted that it would not be their fate.

"Hugh, I haven't seen you for so long, do you miss me?"

Murong Cao took off the guard that was not easy for outsiders to detect, and finally felt relieved, and asked with a playful wink.

"I don't want to."

He replied without thinking.

"Why wouldn't you want to? Don't you love me anymore? ”

Murong Cao asked with a smile, and there was no annoyance in his words.

After all, she has to ask Yan Yan about this question almost every three or five days.

"When I see you, I naturally don't want to, and when I don't see you, my mind is full of you, so I don't want to."

Once again, he gave the standard answer.

Murong Cao put on a smile that seemed very satisfied, but his eyes were already wet with tears.

She reluctantly recognized a reality again: even if Yan Xiu Xiu in front of her was really a ghost, I am afraid that he was still a ghost with an incomplete soul, like a virtual image carrying Yan Xiu's memory, and even, maybe, he was just a consolation of his own imagination.

The sentence just now was one of the few sweet words that Yan Xiu said before his death, and that time Murong Cao had been unreasonable with him for three days, and he had no choice but to whisper such a sentence with a face as thin as a cicada's wings.

Yan Xiu is very serious when he says anything, and he never learns the kind of rhetoric.

Murong Cao thought, if his perception was correct, would it be possible that Yan Xiu was still alive and well in a certain corner of the world?

If not, let yourself continue to go crazy like this.