walk across the bridge of fog

11.

Duanmuqian's head fell heavily on the pillow, she was exhausted.The calf is still aching.Duanmu cautiously twisted his toes a few times, for fear of another cramp.All is well, no more pain in the foot.

Today is a surprise.In other words, why do you have to show off?Why didn't you listen to the suggestion of the coach named Yu Xiaobu to do warm-up activities first?

Duanmuqian smiled in the dark, he was actually forced to learn to swim.She had to admire Yu Xiaobu's spirit of sticking to death.

Strange to say, Duanmuqian was not particularly afraid when she was struggling with cramps. What she thought of was not the lifeguard in the distance, but the little coach must still be watching her swimming, and she would fish herself up in time like last time.Yu Xiaobu lived up to her trust, she is a dedicated audience.

Yu Xiaobu is not only a good audience, but also a good chat friend.

The chat with Yu Xiaobu is relaxed, not the feeling at work at all.Duanmuqian and Yu Xiaobu can get angry, sarcasm, refuse, tease, laugh when they want to laugh, put on a show if they want to, it's all kinds of true feelings.These are very precious experiences for Duanmu.Duanmu seems to reject Yu Xiaobu thousands of miles away, but in fact he has a little familiarity.Duanmu is used to being polite and distant towards strangers, but not to Yu Xiaobu, she speaks extra capriciously to Yu Xiaobu.

Usually, Duanmuqian always sits in front of the patients in the consulting room, hiding his true temperament under the title, interpretation, unpredictable expression, and penetrating eyes, acting as an omniscient psychiatrist.

So Duanmu often suffered from insomnia and migraines.

However, instead of making Duanmu nervous, the cramps and farce tonight made her feel tired but relaxed.

So at this moment, her eyelids were getting heavier and heavier, and she soon lost consciousness and fell asleep.

He Ren went to his favorite Italian restaurant for dinner. He ate a piece of veal, a glass of red wine, no salad, and no dessert.She hasn't been here for a long time.The beef was tender and delicious.She ate slowly, thinking about the afternoon consultation.

In the first half, she was very uncomfortable and was repeatedly irritated by Duanmu. She didn't feel better until the end.When Duanmu said that his work was also very lonely, He Ren suddenly pulled away from his anger.The unexpected statement touched her.

And that "your next work".At that moment, a thought flashed through He Ren's mind, and then disappeared.what is that?

He Ren took a sip of red wine and carefully recalled the conversation with Duanmu at that time. Duanmu's voice echoed in his mind.What a nice voice, presumably Dr. Duanmu's voice has also been trained, clear and steady, soft and friendly, what is it like?Guitar?

By the way, He Ren suddenly caught the idea that flashed by him and wrote a work about psychotherapy.However, this is difficult, from the patient's point of view?I am not really a patient.From a psychiatrist's point of view?I don't understand.But, anyway, it's an idea.Perhaps, write a revenge story?The problem is that his own revenge plan has not yet taken shape.

Wait, last mention, we are both writing medical notes.Notes from two angles?

He Ren had a flash of inspiration, did he secretly record a voice for the diagnosis and treatment from next time?There will be many uses.

Duanmu said that next time, we will start discussing life without audiences.That is to say Wenxin.

He Ren frowned, put down the knife and fork, the veal was not finished yet, but He Ren lost his appetite.She suddenly felt a little sick. The beef that she thought was delicious had a meaty smell left in her mouth.

He Ren drank the red wine in one gulp and signaled the waiter to pay.

He Ren sat in the armchair on time, and placed his backpack on the floor between himself and Duanmu.

"Have you had a good week?" Duanmu and He Ren looked at each other for tens of seconds before opening their mouths.

"Not good." He Ren's complexion was not good, and the corner of his mouth curled down unhappily.

"What's wrong with it?"

"It's not good in any way. Your advice is useless, and I can't write anything. Oh, except for that medical experience. I sat from ten to twelve, and I couldn't write anything. I have nothing want to write..."

"He Ren, it's not that you haven't written anything, you have at least written a piece of diagnosis and treatment experience." Duanmu interrupted He Ren's complaint that he couldn't write anything. She had complained too many times.

"Yes, I can only write medical notes now. Do you want to read it? I printed it out." He Ren stretched out his arm to the backpack.

Duanmu made a blocking gesture, "I don't want to watch."

"Why? Don't you want to read what I write? Reading my experience will help you understand me better."

"No. Your notes are for yourself. If you know there will be readers, you can't be completely honest about what you think, and the meaning of the notes is lost. I don't need to read your notes to understand You, our conversation went well. Let's get back to your bad week. What's bothering you?"

“I don’t sleep well, I keep dreaming.”

"Don't be afraid of dreaming, the main function of dreams is to maintain sleep." Duanmu comforted.

He Ren was a little surprised by this statement, "No, I woke up from a dream yesterday and never fell back asleep."

"Can you describe your dream last night?"