Sunny Doll

Tick, tick, jingle...

Jingle, jingle...

Beige tiles, beige curtains, the psychological room of No. [-] Middle School in Z City, the sun shines through the window and falls on the white wall, reflecting the light on the clock face, making it impossible to see the time on it, only the hands "tick" The sound of moving was very clear in a quiet room.

Corresponding to the sound of the pointer is the wind chime hanging in front of the window.

It was a sunny doll.

The sunny doll is all white, with only a few laps of thin light blue thread wrapped around its neck. Its mouth is curved into a big arc, smiling at the person in front of the window. Sun Meng is sitting at the desk by the window, staring at him motionless. Looking at it, the mind wanders.

"Ms. Sun." A student in the school uniform of No. [-] Middle School stood at the door of the psychology room and knocked twice on the door that was already open.

Turning around, Sun Meng looked at him with a smile: "Please come in."

"Ms. Sun, you always look at this wind chime every time you come here." Fang Jie sat down on the chair across from the desk, "You haven't said yet, did you give it to me?"

Sun Meng opened the register and said while writing: "It seems that my head is no longer dizzy."

The first time Fang Jie came to see him was more than a month ago. He sat on the opposite side like a little plague chicken, with a pair of thick dark circles under his eyes, and a sallow face piled up with acne. He looked ill and did not wait for him to ask , Weeping and weak: "Mr. Sun, I can't sleep, I feel dizzy, I sweat a lot, and I can't breathe. I went to the school hospital and they asked me to come to you and ask them what happened to me, and they didn't say anything. You see Am I dying?"

After hearing what he said, Sun Meng was sure that this was typical pre-exam anxiety.

The mid-term exam of No. [-] Middle School is coming soon, and several students like this have approached him recently, but it was the first one who expressed such grief.

After chatting with him briefly and introducing several ways to relieve anxiety, Sun Meng persuaded Fang Jie, who was looking for a life and death, to go back.

Since then, he has come to the psychological room once or twice a week, and the degree of anxiety has gradually decreased.

"I'm not dizzy anymore," Fang Jie smiled brightly, "Thanks to Teacher Sun."

Seeing that he was in a good mood, Sun Meng smiled and said, "Did you do well in this monthly exam?"

"Not bad, more than 100 improvements."

"Well, it seems that the state has returned, and there are no other symptoms in the body?"

"Relaxed~" He tilted his neck contentedly, glanced at the wind chimes in front of the window, and remembered Fang Jie's gossip with a smile on his face, "Ms. Sun, is this sunny baby a gift from your partner?" He looked closer Looking at it, a light yellow layer has appeared on the doll's body, and some of the porcelain on the hem of the clothes has also fallen off, which is not very obvious, and it seems that it has aged.

Sun Meng also looked at Qingtian Doll, his eyes darkened: "It's not a gift, it's what I want."

"Hey~" Fang Jie threw himself in front of him excitedly, "Ms. Sun, do you really have a date?"

Sun Meng smiled and nodded.

"Let me just say it, it seems that the girls in our class are going to be sad, hahaha."

Enough gloating, Fang Jie leaned in front of Sun Meng again: "Mr. Sun, your date must be at the level of a goddess, right? Sigh~ I really can't think of what kind of girl can be seen by such a gentle, elegant, and handsome Mr. Sun." Come on." Fang Jie said as he spread his hands towards Sun Meng with exaggerated admiration.

Sun Meng was amused by his glib tone: "I can't say she is a goddess, but she is really at the level of a male god."

"Hey~ It turns out that Teacher Sun likes female men."

"Okay, you," Sun Meng pushed a feedback form to him, "Fill this out."

Fang Jie buried his head in writing, but still kept talking: "Mr. Sun, tell me what your partner is like, so that the girls in our class will give up their hearts."

"Don't inquire about it, and go back to study by yourself after writing."

Fang Jie put down his pen, looked up and saw Sun Meng's turned his head, and said with a smirk, "Would you like to spread dog food like this? I'm watching again."

"Okay," Sun Meng turned around and put the feedback form into the file box, "Go back and do your work and concentrate on studying."

"Okay~" Fang Jie stood up and dragged his voice again, "I wish Teacher Sun and Teacher's wife a long time—"

"...Hmm." Sun Meng smiled.

After Fang Jie left, Sun Meng sat at the desk for a long time, lost in thought, and then opened the drawer on the right.

What is slowly unfolding in front of my eyes is a senior high school Chinese elective textbook with white streaks on the cover, fluffy paper, and countless times of flipping through.

Take it out and put it on the table, open the title page, and a few lines of vigorous and free black writing come into view.

Touching these words, the years of high school ten years ago poured down like flowing water.

The author has something to say: the time now is 2022.