Dr. Rin

Jiang Lin's psychological clinic was scheduled to open on the 20th, and Shen Li struggled a lot before Jiang Lin went out with him for a good trip before opening.

"Young boy's feelings." Zhang Zhaoran said so.

"Don't talk nonsense, it would be bad if Brother Shen Li heard about it." Zhou Zixu retorted with pale and weak words without meaning.

I don't know what I missed. Jiang Lin looked at the two people who sang together, and said very calmly: "He is probably afraid that I won't have time to accompany him when I get busy in the future."

"Where can it be?" Zhang Zhaoran said without saying a word, his mind was not on the chat with Jiang Lin at all, maybe he flew up to the wall and followed the little sparrows away.

"I can't say it's impossible, but Brother Jiang Lin knows what's important and what's secondary." Zhou Zixu spoke again from the sidelines.

"Of course work is the main thing." Workaholic Jiang Lin said.

Then again, it looks like three people are talking about the same thing, but the heads of each donkey are not right, and the appearance of being distracted makes Jiang Lin feel that the only one who really wants to chat at this moment is himself, and he is inexplicably lonely for a while. A few people dispersed after eating hastily.

It happened to be dinner time when I got home, Shen Li was bluffing in the kitchen making pasta, he could smell the tangy aroma as soon as he entered the door, and Jiang Lin's depressed mood was swept away.

Shen Li's ears were sharp, and he heard Jiang Lin's door opening when he was in the kitchen, and greeted Jiang Lin with a spatula in his hand.

However, before the warm greeting came out, Jiang Lin said, "The soup is almost falling to the floor" and immediately called Shen Li back to the kitchen in a hurry.

Compared with Jiang Lin, Shen Li's culinary skills can probably be described as insane, but only the skill of making pasta is extremely stable, it's not really delicious, but it's something that can be swallowed. Once the standard is reached, it is already very remarkable for Shen Li.

Spaghetti, egg tarts, and French fries rings, with a thick pot of creamy mushroom soup outside, a careful machine that can be seen at a glance at the table.

Jiang Lin said, "I'm not angry."

Knowing the answer all of a sudden, Shen Li was surprised but also somewhat suspicious: "Eat first, eat first."

While speaking, he stuffed the chopsticks into Jiang Lin's hand, and looked at him attentively.

No way, I took the first bite under the scorching gaze.

Shen Li's eyes lit up involuntarily.

"Is it delicious?" He climbed up the pole and pushed the soup forward when he was almost there.

"Delicious." Jiang Lin replied truthfully.

Jiang Lin was not a person who could put on airs, and most of his cold temperament was due to his career in psychology to create such a habit. But it always makes people feel incomprehensible.But this is not difficult for Shen Li at all. In Shen Li's eyes, this man who is in the same room with him seems to have studied with him, borrowed money from him, and ordered a cocktail in the bar where he worked, waiting for him to get off work. That person, occasionally plays a little temper, and of course has his own unique preferences, but overall he is very nice.

The word '独' that can be used as a verb and an adjective was recently learned from Zhang Zhaoran. At this moment, Shen Li suddenly remembered this word. When it reached Jiang Lin's head, it could be regarded as a gentle stroke.

It feels so good, Shen Li thought, and even that face showed a rare satisfied smile.

Jiang Lin shook his head and looked at him with a puzzled look on his face: "What kind of game is this?"

Shen Li replied proudly: "I am following your hair."

Jiang Lin didn't understand for a moment, looked at him suspiciously, looked at him as if he was giving a speech on the podium, and said seriously and academically: "Shun Mao, usually means that I follow you when you have a small temper. It means to say a few more words, so that you feel in your heart that I am facing you, and then you will not play your temper again, but you can usually go along with it when you are not angry. The situation just now belongs to the second type. "

God, who the hell loves to lose his temper?

Jiang Lin didn't bother arguing with him, so he took a sip of the creamy mushroom soup, and the rich milky taste opened up his taste buds, and the delicious smell of mushrooms lingered between his lips and teeth.

"By the way, I made a transfer to your account, did you see it?"

When I was studying, it was Jiang Lin who often transferred money to Shen Li. Although Shen Li was not considered an international student there, and the tuition fee did not need to be as high as Jiang Lin, but after all, it was slower to save money by working part-time. On the other hand It’s because when two people are together, no matter how much they save, there will be some corresponding expenses, so Shen Li will receive a bill from time to time, sometimes celebrating Mondays, sometimes celebrating Tuesdays, and of course not all of them. It's all for reasons like celebrating the week, and sometimes there are some small rewards, such as getting an A in the paper, the highest score in the class for the speech, and so on.

But then I don’t know when, the relationship between the two people has been changed. From time to time, Jiang Lin will always receive a few unaccountable accounts from Shen Li. Sometimes it is to celebrate today’s good mood, and sometimes it is Rewarding Jiang Lin for making a delicious breakfast in the morning, of course, most of the time it is a transfer without any notes, which is simple, clear and direct, which is very in line with Shen Li's personality.

When Jiang Lin was thinking wildly, he drank two more mouthfuls of soup, and recalled: "It seems that there is such a fortune."

"I received it so soon?" Shen Li sat back beside Jiang Lin with some surprise and some joy.

Just when Jiang Lin was about to say something, a text message alert sounded, and the eyes of both of them involuntarily fell on Jiang Lin's mobile phone, and a reminder of a 70 transfer message appeared on the screen in a daze. Then, accompanied by the dimming of the screen, he was nowhere to be seen.

Both of them fell silent for a moment, and it took Jiang Lin a while to break the weird atmosphere.

"Where did you get the money?" Jiang Lin was really confused this time, "I know all about the money you sold for paintings before, it's not such a big sum."

"You can take it if I give it to you. Don't ask me where the money came from. To be honest, I don't even know."

"Shen Li, say it again." Jiang Lin didn't know whether he had misheard or Shen Li didn't express clearly. He clearly spoke Chinese but it was hard for people to understand.

Fortunately, Shen Li understood Jiang Lin's doubts, and repeated the words just now: "I don't know where the money came from. When I was cleaning the house today, I saw a card with my Signed bank card, I don’t remember having this card, I called and asked and reset the password, and this money is all the assets on that card.”