The days when the psychic engaged in farming

This is the best sleep I've ever had since I was afraid of death and turned into a ghost.

When he opened his eyes, the sun had already climbed up the window and it was bright.

"How do you feel now?"

Seeing Ruan Meng approaching, the fear of death hurriedly got up from the bed, and bowed solemnly to Ruan Meng: "Thank you sir, I feel very comfortable now. Yesterday was the most comfortable day I had."

Ruan Meng nodded, raised his chin and asked the fearful ghost: "Then are you still afraid of death?"

As soon as he asked these words, the face of the fear of death turned pale instantly, rolled his eyes and passed out again.

As soon as Yaya walked to the door, what she saw was this scene: "Didn't you dare to eat, drink, and sleep? Why did you faint again?"

Ruan Meng breathed a sigh of relief, moved his lips and said: "Heart disease needs to be healed by heart medicine."

After a day of getting along, Ruan Meng could see it.What a phobic ghost is afraid of is not all forms of death. As for what he is really afraid of, it depends on whether he knows it or not.

I'm afraid that the dead ghost will faint and wake up quickly this time.

When he opened his eyes again, all he saw were drawn curtains and soft lights.

This is a closed psychological consultation room, the surroundings are dark, only his place is bright.

I don't know why, but such an environment makes the fear of death feel very safe.

"Are you awake?" Ruan Meng turned on the lamp on the desk, and asked about the fear of death.

"Yes sir, where is this?"

"This is the psychological consultation room. Yesterday I gave you physical desensitization treatment, and today I need psychological counseling. If you want to know why you become a ghost and are so afraid of death, I'm afraid you have to start investigating before you were alive."

The dead ghost nodded, but his face showed embarrassment: "I have been dead for too long, and I can't remember many things in the past."

Ruan Meng walked forward with a pocket watch, and smiled at the fear of death: "Relax, I will take you back to the old memories..."

"Tick tock..."

"Tick tock..."

Those who walked around didn't know if it was the time or the sound of running water, fearing that the dead ghost would return to his own life when he opened his eyes again.

At that time, he was well-read and knowledgeable, and he became famous as a teenager.

No one in Qili Baxiang knows that there is a young man in the Song family, and no one knows that Song Lang will have great fortune.

But the sky failed to fulfill people's wishes, and before the fear of death became famous, he was already on the road due to illness.

Those who have already died are the closest to death.

Is death terrible?

No.

So why be afraid of death?

Suddenly, someone seemed to ask himself again, and the ghost subconsciously shook his head: death is not scary, what is scary is what comes after death.

What is scary after death?

What is scary?

The fear of death feels that his soul is floating, as if floating in the clouds or floating on the water.

He listened to the ticking sound with his eyes closed, but his heart was peaceful.

He was thinking, what is scary after death?

The answer is on the lips, ready to come out.

The fearful ghost suddenly opened his eyes, and murmured, "Forgetting is the scariest."

The dim little table lamp was still shining in front of my eyes, and the past and the past were gone.

The fear of death looked up at Ruan Meng, feeling lost in his heart: "Sir, it turns out that what I'm afraid of is not death, but the fear of being forgotten."

So what about the brilliant talent back then, and what about the fame.

In the end, not all is accompanied by death and turns into a scoop of loess, which disappears with the wind without a trace.

The fear of death has been dead for so many years, and it has long been completely forgotten.

He is very afraid of being forgotten, but everyone around him has gone, so who can remember him?

"I don't want to be forgotten...I have lived so hard, at least I should have left some traces in this world, right? But no, I left nothing..." The fear of death covered his face and began to cry. The more you cry, the harder you cry.

At this time, he could no longer remember any sad syndrome and was not afraid of being sad to death. He just wanted to cry, cry happily.

Yaya wanted to persuade him, but Ruan Meng grabbed Yaya's wrist to stop him.

I was afraid of the dead ghost crying and crying, crying for three hours before stopping.

Ruan Meng asked him, "Have you figured it out?"

The fearful ghost shook his head: "I seem to understand it, but I don't seem to understand it."

Ruan Meng asked again: "Are you still afraid of death?"

The ghost who was afraid of death shook his head: "I'm not afraid anymore."

Ruan Meng finally asked: "Are you afraid of being forgotten by others?"

The fear of death hesitated for a moment and finally shook his head: "I don't want to be forgotten, but everyone will be forgotten, and it will be balanced after thinking about it."

The phobia that came out of the psychotherapy room was completely new, and there was nothing to be afraid of anymore.

He thanked Ruan Meng, and left Guancai Bookstore with 20 years of treatment expenses in installments.

Two days later, Guancai Bookstore received a good review from the fear of death——

Don't be afraid, don't be afraid: I was busy looking for a job two days ago, so I didn't have time to give a good review immediately. I'm really sorry.

I want to give Guancai Bookstore a full score, and I want to give Boss Ruan my most sincere thanks.

I didn't know that I was suffering from mental illness and was afraid for two or three hundred years. After meeting Boss Ruan, all my illnesses were found and cured.

Because I wanted to have a deeper understanding of life, I thought about it and found a job as a security guard in a certain hospital.

Here I met a new friend named Bold, and I heard from him that he was also a client of Boss Ruan.Thinking about it, I feel that fate is really amazing!

I want to interview every soul that has just passed away here, and want to know their psychological activities and state of mind after death.I hope that one day they will be assembled and published to bring you a deeper understanding of death and more rational and peaceful thinking.

That newcomer is here again, so I hurried to interview him for a few words.

By the way, besides the business of Guancai Bookstore, what makes me feel miraculous is the internet speed of the mortuary, it’s really like flying!When I have time, I will give the store two more positive comments, a good store with a good network, it's done!

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"The boldness of the fear of death should be a coward, right?" Bai Hu couldn't help laughing and complaining after reading this comment, "It's really a coincidence that the two most fearful people went to work in the mortuary together, hahaha... "

Yaya also laughed when she heard this, and suddenly felt that someone was looking at her, and turned her head to meet Ruan Meng's gaze.

"Go out and talk?" Ruan Meng pointed to the balcony and asked.

Ruan Meng rarely invites him, but Ya Ya readily accepts.

The two came to the balcony and sat down facing each other, looking at the high-rise buildings outside the window and the blue sky and white clouds in the distance, neither of them spoke immediately.

After a while, Ruan Meng asked, "Are you afraid of death, Yaya?"

Yaya obviously didn't expect Ruan Meng to ask this question, she was taken aback for a moment and then replied: "I've never thought about this question, but I don't think there's anything to be afraid of."

Ruan Meng nodded, and suddenly asked again: "Then why, you didn't let me die?"

"What are you talking about?" Yaya's face turned serious, and she said immediately, "You will be fine, don't talk nonsense."

Ruan Meng didn't answer, but asked stubbornly, "Why didn't you let me die?"

Yaya looked into Ruan Meng's eyes and shrugged, and said softly, "I don't know what I thought at the beginning. Anyway, I think you can't do anything, otherwise it would be boring to leave me alone."

Ruan Meng was silent for a moment, then asked again: "If I died, how long would you remember me?"

Yaya thought for a while, and replied honestly: "I don't know either, maybe it's been a long time, maybe I'll forget it right away."

Ruan Meng couldn't help laughing: "Shallow friendship."

Yaya also smiled: "Yeah, so you have to be good. You see that you are by my side now, I will never forget it!"

Ruan Meng raised his eyebrows, noncommittal.

The two looked at each other and smiled, but neither of them spoke in the end.

The sun is still shining brightly outside, countless dust and mist are flying, I don't know if it is a dissipated soul or a new life that is about to gather together...

That night, Jiuweihu cleaned the warehouse and dug out a jar of Yaya's bath water from the inside.

Having not tasted this delicious food for a long time, Nine-Tailed Fox almost jumped up for joy.

In the morning, Yaya's bath water was brought to the dining table.

Everyone here has a share, even Yaya has her own bath water.

The seven cubs sat side by side on the dining table, and each got a little bit of Yaya's bath water.Everyone chatted happily, and by the way, they discussed the egg that looked like a potato that had not yet hatched in the incubator.

After drinking and eating, everyone went back to their rooms.

The little golden bird walked in front, led the other brothers and sisters back to the bedroom, climbed into his little bed and fell asleep.

That night, the little golden bird slept very restlessly.

It always feels that its throat is sore and dry, and its body is hot and painful.Even the comfortable bed that I usually sleep on seems to be getting smaller, making me uncomfortable.

After staying up most of the night like this, the little golden bird was sleepy.Originally I was thinking of turning over and going to sleep, but I didn't know that my body didn't turn over when I turned over, but it rolled from the cot to the ground.

The little golden bird was a little stunned by the fall, moved its body and closed its eyes and fell asleep, without any intention of climbing into the crib to sleep.

Bai Hu, who got up at night to go to the toilet, heard the commotion and walked this way, and looked at the baby's room by the moonlight. Everyone was sleeping very quietly, and there was no problem.

Baihu closed the door and went straight to the toilet. At this moment, he never expected——

Just now, the seven little ones in the room are no longer the original seven little ones.

Early the next morning, Octopus called everyone to eat when he was ready for breakfast.

After the white tiger washed and went to the living room, he took out his whistle and blew it to call the seven little birds to eat.

When the seven little birds showed their heads, the white tiger's whistle immediately fell out of its mouth, and its jaws couldn't even close in shock.

"Boom!" The octopus dropped the soup spoon on the ground. He looked at the seven little birds and didn't have the heart to pick up the spoon at all.

After watching the nine-tailed fox humming a song for a few days and coming out of the bathroom, the first thing I saw was the seven birds standing in front of me, and I couldn't help shouting: "Oh my god, what the hell is this?"

When Ya Ya came out of the bedroom, she wanted to complain about the Nine-Tailed Fox's snarky taste in the Northeast, but when she saw the seven birds, she was dumbfounded: "My God, what's going on?!"

I haven't seen you all night, are the children all inflated?