All the protagonists of the abuse novels I wrote have come to me

Song Bai suffered from insomnia again.

He can do whatever he likes about food, clothing, housing, and transportation, except for sleeping, which is so regular that he is almost rigid.

He has to admit that his childhood experience has indeed had a profound impact on a person. The almost conditioned reflex routine that he was trained by his mother has been preserved to this day, and will even continue for a long time.

However, it is a good habit to go to bed early and get up early, and it is a good thing for him, so he has not corrected it.

The news Alex brought was so shocking that he didn't fully digest it until he went to sleep.

Song Bai looked at the shadowy tree shadows outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, feeling a sense of emptiness in the clouds.

After sending Alex away, he searched for news about the Song family on the Internet, especially his great-grandfather Song Yingxian, who has a long page in the encyclopedia dedicated to writing his experience. The descendants of the Song family are now spread across all walks of life. Fame is not small, an uncle of the second room of the Song family married a female star who was once popular in Asia, and their two sons and one daughter have been famous since birth.

The title of the son of the goddess has always been with them, and they have lived up to their reputation when they grow up. They are good-looking, highly educated and talented. Although they have not joined the entertainment industry, they are more sought after than celebrities. Fans call their husband goddess.

Song Bai also saw it on Weibo when he was browsing Weibo. It was a circle that he would never be able to get in touch with before. It was glamorous and enviable.

He didn't expect that one day he would actually get involved with them.

It would be hypocritical to say that there are no such emotions as envy and regret, but at least I have gained experience with Jiang Can and Alex and the others. This kind of emotion comes and goes quickly, and he used to have no worries about food and clothing, and he was not too eager for money Of course, it may also be that I have never personally experienced the real wealth, and there is no way to compare it, so I don't feel any envy, jealousy or hatred.

More is incredible and ridiculous.

Unbelievable, naturally, I never thought that I would have such a life experience.

It is ridiculous that he has never been a member of the Song family, has never seen the wealth and splendor of the Song family, and has never used a penny of the Song family, but because of this title, he has brought his death, which is ridiculous.

At the same time there is a sense of absurdity.

Since my mother was born in such a wealthy family, why did she tolerate her father's cold violence against her again and again?

So much so that there are mental problems.

Although Song Bai has never been in a relationship, it does not mean that he does not understand love. He has seen pigs run before eating pork. Novels, movies, and all kinds of love can provide references. He can even explain from a scientific point of view that the hormone dopamine serotonin etc.

But he really can't understand his mother. If love is such a thing that makes people lose their self-esteem and reason, he would rather not have it.

If he used to think that there was some kind of love between them, now he has a deep question mark.

He has never understood why he took his mother's surname Song instead of his father's Bai. He didn't believe that he loved his mother so much. Since he loved her, how could he treat her like that? Now he understands that his father is for his mother's identity. It is the property of the Song family.

I'm afraid he was expecting the Song family to come to him, but he didn't expect his mother to leave too decisively without leaving any clues.

Fu Ling's face appeared in his mind, and the liking that arose in Song Bai's heart flinched.

If love would make him like his mother, he would rather not have it, and if it would make him like his father, he would not dare to.

Song Bai tossed and turned all night, all the memories he had suppressed in the depths flooded out, he barely closed his eyes, and when he got up the next day, he could see dark circles under his eyes.

Jiang Can was on the set, right and wrong went to school, Alex also had work to do, only Zhu Peiqi was at home, and he prevaricated by playing games.

He didn't tell Jiang Can anything about the Song family's affairs. Jiang Can's first movie was very important, and he didn't want to disturb him to distract him.

Over the past few months, several people have gradually adapted to modern life, and will have their own lives in the future. Song Bai doesn't want to rely on the identity of "creator" to repay his favor. Jiang Can and Alex have already helped him a lot. Instead, he gave them very little in return.

The food, clothing, housing and transportation they gave him were all top-notch, and he was taking advantage of it almost every day.

Not to mention the learning of various etiquette specialties, in the past, even with money, he couldn't find these teachers to teach him.

Obviously he owed them, but instead he continued to benefit from them.

The guilt in Song Bai's heart has accumulated layer after layer, and he can only make up for it by taking care of them in all aspects of daily life, but this is far from enough.

So much so that every time he saw them, his sense of guilt became more and more serious day by day, and the pressure on his shoulders grew more and more. Even facing Alex, who was relieved of guilt at first, he felt uneasy.

"Don't think too much, don't put too much psychological burden on yourself." Dr. Zhao comforted him.

Over the past few months, Song Bai has gradually become acquainted with Dr. Zhao, and I have to say that the psychiatrist is really good at it. Although there are some things he still doesn't want to talk about openly, some things have already been confided in the gradual acquaintance.

Song Bai couldn't say these words to Jiang Can and the others, otherwise it would appear that he was too ignorant, and he couldn't tell his friends, not to mention he didn't have any friends who could really talk to him, let alone Fu Ling.

Only Dr. Zhao, with the relaxed environment and the bonus of the title of psychiatrist, under the guidance again and again, finally made Song Bai willing to speak/communicate.

Dr. Zhao is a very qualified listener. He will listen carefully, and then express his opinions appropriately, giving him advice and comfort.

"I think you can talk to them about some things." He said, "Getting along with people is about communication. If you don't talk about it, how will they know what you are thinking? You see, we are getting familiar with each other slowly. of?"

"If you don't know how to say it, you can express it in other ways, such as using WeChat or writing a letter. Didn't you have a good chat with Xiao He Shuxin? Why don't you tell him and let him convey it to Jiang Can and the others? "

Song Bai's heart moved slightly. Since He Hanzhou came to reconcile, he began to be willing to write back to him, but it was changed to email, which is more convenient. Every night, they would write down what happened or what they wanted to say, and then exchange.

Song Bai likes this way of communication very much. There is no need for interviews, no need to care about the other party's feelings, and even no need for the other party to respond to him, which makes him very relaxed.

He can freely pour out those things that Alex can't say in front of Jiang Can.

"Let me try."

Doctor Zhao showed an encouraging smile.

He likes Song Bai very much, and is willing to help him solve his psychological problems. In his opinion, Song Bai is too kind and has a tendency to please. Be polite.

Sensitive inside, apologizing habitually, unwilling to confide, not quarreling, subconsciously blame oneself, and first consider whether it will cause a burden to others.

The result of typical childhood violence in the home or school.

But he is very optimistic. Although he thinks it is cold-blooded, it is actually a stress response after encountering pain. It is just that some people will become paranoid and go astray, while some people choose to forget or transfer. Song Bai is the latter , He subconsciously forgets the painful memories, picks out the happy ones to cover them, and finds a goal for himself to be busy. It seems cold-hearted, but in fact it is just an escape. This is also optimism in disguise.

But it also made him extremely defensive, and he has not confided to him about the pain that caused his current personality.

Dr. Zhao looked at the gentle young man in front of him, and he was not in a hurry. His duty as a psychiatrist is to guide slowly. Every patient needs to be gradual and spend a lot of time and effort.

Song Bai solved his own problem, and then asked Zhu Peiqi's progress: "Zhu Jin...is she okay?"

Ever since they told Zhu Jin about Dr. Zhao's existence, every time Dr. Zhao came to see a doctor, they would be alert and on standby, for fear that he would pop up and do something irreversible.

Mentioning these two, Dr. Zhao showed embarrassment on his face. Multiple personality is a difficult problem. Although he has treated two cases, the individual differences are too large, so it cannot be said that he has sufficient experience.

He said helplessly: "Zhu Peiqi's situation is very special. I plan to take advantage of your travel abroad next month to have a chat with my mentor in person."

Song Bai's heart skipped a beat. He knew that Zhu Peiqi and Zhu Jin's uniqueness would be discovered, but this kind of disease is in the exploratory period, and it won't cause people to think too much, so he calmed down and said subconsciously: "It's true. Sorry to trouble you."

Originally, it was better to go to visit Shi Lezhi in a small fishing village after the eleventh day, but Jiang Can’s crew had just rested and regrouped, and there was no time to spare, and secondly, it was not easy to ask for leave at the right and wrong place. After discussing it, we decided to put At the end of next month, Jiang Can will compress the time, right and wrong also passed the midterm exam.

At that time, psychological counseling will definitely stop.

Dr. Zhao said gently: "This is my responsibility, you don't have to apologize to me, on the contrary, I should apologize to you." She winked at him to be cute, "Boss, don't dislike me."

A middle-aged man made such a funny expression, Song Bai couldn't help laughing out loud, and relaxed his mood.

Because he was going to attend the banquet, Song Bai did not hide from the Fu family's weaving hat for the next three days. While studying the information of his cousin Song Jie, he prepared for the first banquet.

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Fu family.

The spacious study room is decorated in an antique style, and the heavy curtains block out all the light. There is no difference between day and night here.

The two walls of the study room are fully embedded with bookshelves. The long side is filled with all kinds of books, which is amazing, while the narrower side is empty on the bookshelves. The distance between each floor is very different. It is very large, as if it is just a decoration, and the contrast between the two walls is too big, which makes people feel strange.

In the dim light, Fu Ling stood in front of a blank bookshelf, as if he was "looking" at something.

"Have they found the Song family?" He asked casually.

"Yes." The housekeeper bowed and replied, "Mr. Song already knows about the existence of the Song family, and is about to contact Mr. Song Jie."

Fu Ling "watched" the bookshelf motionless, his dull eyes were filled with light, as if he had really seen something, but after a while, the light dimmed again.

He turned around, took the handkerchief from the servant standing silently like a statue, and wiped his fingers carefully: "Pick out the invitations from the Zhao family."

"Yes." The butler left in response.

Fu Ning's face was full of weariness, although he still had that gentle and gentle appearance, but his demeanor was a little different from usual, more forceful and unpredictable.

He walked to the sofa and sat down, rubbing his temples, one or two wanted to stay, and he could only clean up the mess left behind.

"Mobile." He held out his hand.

The servant stepped forward, took the handkerchief and replaced it with a mobile phone.

Fu Ling put on the earphones, opened the chat records between him and Song Bai, clicked on those voices, and listened to each one from the beginning, closing his eyes and looking hard to distinguish.

The author has something to say: This chapter makes up for yesterday's, and there will be another update tonight.