Shen Fanyin still remembers the heroic gesture of her grandmother using calculus to solve her binary equation, and the elementary school math teacher's conclusive statement that her homework was a pain in the eyes of parents when someone else wrote it on her behalf.

My grandmother used to be a professor at the Department of Mathematics at Anseong University, but she was rehired after her retirement. Before the accident, she was still revising her doctoral dissertation.

Later, the old man was so angry with his son that he suffered from mental illness and went to the hospital, taking those calming but muddy drugs every day. She never mentioned mathematics again, and the research that was once tied for the first place with Shen Fanyin in her heart was also buried.

If, as doctors say, staying in a state of thinking for a long time can greatly reduce the chance of developing Alzheimer's disease, then ......

Lu Lu hesitated for a moment, and could only say, "Sanskrit, there is no inevitable connection between the two, don't think too much."

Her hesitation was fully seen by Shen Fanyin.

Pursing her lips, Shen Fanyin's smile was a little cold: "I know."

"Huh? What do you know? Don't think too much about Sanskrit, there's really no connection between this!"

The more urgent the land route, the more determined Shen Fanyin was in his heart.

A strong hatred lingered in her heart, and she clenched her fists, eager to tear Nie Fengsheng apart.

How can such a person who has failed as a father, a husband, and a son be worthy to live in the world?

Lu Lu rushed forward with an arrow, grabbed Shen Fanyin's shoulder, stared at her eyes, and coaxed in a soft voice, "Fanyin, don't think about this, okay? There is no research that shows that mathematics can ......."

Lu Lu spoke quickly, eager to pull Shen Fanyin out of his angry state.

She has known Shen Fanyin for more than four years, and she has never seen her in such a state.

Even in the first two years, she always thought that Shen Fanyin was a well-behaved little girl.

"What's wrong?"

Jing Zeheng's voice sounded at the door of the office.

"Mr. Jing, don't come in yet, Sanskrit ...... her."

Lu Lu explained a few words to Jing Zeheng in a concise manner, planning to let him avoid it first and treat Shen Fanyin himself.

As a man who appeared by Shen Fanyin's side and could accompany her for nearly four months, there was no doubt that he was special to her. But this kind of emotional relationship does not ...... in therapy

Jing Zeheng clutched a stack of documents, ignored Lu Lu's warning and walked into the office, he didn't even close the door, and went straight to Shen Fanyin's side.

Seeing the anger in her eyes, he rubbed her head: "Want to kill Nie Feng?"

Shen Fanyin, who was unresponsive under Lu Lu's verbal attack, pursed her lips and nodded slowly: "Hmm."

Jing Zeheng looked at her, there was no trace of waves in his eyes, but his tone was a little cold: "Go, I'll give you the address, you go and kill him, and then be shot." The second aunt is middle-aged and widowed, and the grandmother is old and has no one to rely on. But your peers should be happy."

His tone was indifferent, but the tough aura exuded from his body was overwhelming.

Shen Fanyin frowned lightly, the anger in his eyes dissipated a little, he was a little dazed, and looked up at him.

He softened his tone, and looked gentle again: "Are you calm?"

She hesitated for a moment, then nodded, "Calm down."

"The formalities are done, go home."

"Okay."

Seeing the two of them leave side by side, Lu Lu fell into deep self-doubt.

She has read a lot of books, read a lot of literature, and she is a professional psychiatrist.

What about paranoid resignation for patients with borderline personality disorder?

Was she misdiagnosed?

Or is it ...... Shen Fanyin likes this tune?

Out of Lu Lu's office, Shen Fanyin stopped after walking a few steps.

She exhaled her breath and whispered, "Brother, thank you."

She hung her head lightly, not daring to look at Jing Zeheng.

The emotions of that moment just now were out of control, hatred occupied the high ground of her IQ, and her brain was completely uncontrollable.

This feeling is not unprecedented, and it often occurs when I dream back in the middle of the night.

But this is the first time she has lost her temper in front of people...

… It's no wonder that Lu Lu always thinks of himself as a patient.

Jing Zeheng's big hand landed on top of her head again.

His voice enveloped her like a warm spring:

"Sanskrit, don't be nervous, everyone has a time when their emotions are out of control, it's normal. If it were me, I wouldn't even think about it that much, I'll do it first. It's really amazing that you can control your anger."

Shen Fanyin raised his head slowly, with a blank look in his big black and white eyes, and a hint of dependence: "Who will have it?"

"Of course." Jing Zeheng smiled softly, "Everyone gets angry - go back and let Cheng Ye tell you how much he's been scolded by me over the years, huh?"

In order to coax her, he did not hesitate to use himself as a raft.

As if thinking of his appearance when he was angry, Shen Fanyin nodded lightly, slightly agreeing.

The heart that has been suffocating seems to have been broken through a thin crack, and the sun shines in.

"It's okay to believe the psychiatrist's words selectively," said Mr. Jing, who did not hesitate to sell others, "After studying psychology for a long time, they all think they are sick."

The child didn't want to admit that he was sick, and he didn't want to treat her as a sick person.

So, the pot is by land, it must be.

His words reached Shen Fanyin's heart, she nodded convincingly, and the haze in her eyes was swept away.

When she came back to her senses, she saw the door of the ward not far away, and her grandmother was looking at the two of them with a happy face, as if she was about to hold her great-grandson.

Shen Fanyin: "......"

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"Oh, this house is too big, it costs a lot of money, right?"

"Grandma, this is ......"

"Fanyin has a good job, earns a lot, and you have a good granddaughter."

"That's for sure, Yinyin has loved learning since she was a child...... Zeheng, do you live here too? I think Yinyin's room is a double bed."

"No, I live next door, and it's not appropriate to have no name or point."

"That's right! Grandma is not unenlightened, but it is not good to live together before marriage......

Shen Fanyin: "......"

Her grandmother may be looking for a. job, such as acting for the elderly.

She said to her grandmother, "Grandma, you just came home from the hospital, can you take a shower first?"

"If you want it, you should take a bath."

Grandma followed Aunt Zhang to take a bath, and Shen Fanyin breathed a long sigh of relief and sat down in the cloud-soft sofa.

Jing Zeheng calmly poured her a glass of water, as if he didn't care about this situation: "What do you want to eat for lunch?"

Shen Fanyin took the water cup and took a sip, and then couldn't help but say, "Brother, why are you bragging to grandma?"

"Keeping the elderly happy is more important than anything else." Jing Zeheng sat down beside her.

"I'm afraid I'm going to blow the cowhide out." Shen Fanyin sighed silently.

Jing Zeheng chuckled and looked at her: "I'm here, I can't blow it."

Shen Fanyin wanted to say something, but the phone rang.

Looking at the caller, she was a little puzzled.

"Hey, big brother?"

"Well," Zeng Mao said to her in a relaxed tone, "Remember what day Saturday was?"

Shen Fanyin immediately responded, "Remember, Master's birthday."

"I know you can't forget," Zeng Mao told with a smile, "remember to come to the house for dinner."

"Okay, I know."

Hanging up the phone, Shen Fanyin looked at the calendar again.

Today, Tuesday, it's not in a hurry.

"Elder Zeng's birthday?" Jing Zeheng asked.

Shen Fanyin nodded, and his gaze shifted to him: "Brother, today is Tuesday."

"yes, I know."

"So, you're not busy?"