Chapter 661 Letter

The time was half past eleven in the morning, almost noon.

Masashi Toyama sat alone at the desk by the window and looked at several mental health records. The warm sunlight shone on the mahogany table from the half-opened window, burning the fine fibers on the paper of the medical records. The silk was slightly curled and flew out the window when the wind blew.

The office of the Department of Psychology is very quiet, as quiet as the campus outside the window. Inside, you can only hear the sound of medical records being turned, and outside, you can only hear the sound of the wind blowing the pine trees, shrubs, and violet bushes.

According to Kassel College's class schedule, the entire campus will only become lively until around 11:30. Outside the window where Masashi Toyama is leaning, people holding hands will appear one after another on the stone pavement surrounded by violets. The cheerful figures of the students reading textbooks, and the girls coming out of the dance class may step on the stone slabs and dance two or three bars of the lively flamenco dance they learned from the Hispanic dance teacher.

But at least for now, the entire campus is quiet. Toyama Masashi turns to look out the window. This kind of time is very suitable for office work, and it is also consistent with the work of the Psychology Department - letting emotions settle in the spiral of exploring people's hearts and emotions, and reading carefully. Those forgotten, disgusted, and loved past events must be accepted, tolerated, and finally understood and faced with the true self.

A quiet environment is good, but there is always a time when silence is broken, and we often call that moment the beginning of a story.

At first we could see a figure appearing on the stone pavement downstairs of the Psychology Department. It was difficult for Masashi Toyama, who was working by the window on the second floor, not to notice him because he was walking straight towards the small building. Wearing a hat and lowering his head, he walked in a hurry.

This made Masashi Toyama couldn't help but take a look at the appointment list. It was obvious that there were no appointments in the psychology department at this time, so the people who came were not here for consultation and treatment. Very few people would patronize the psychology department. Even among young students, many people I also believe that the need to visit the Department of Psychology is a sign of weak will, which will be looked down upon by others. This is not unreasonable. Although it is a bit extreme, if you are destined to witness those great beings in the future, the will link is more important than blood. s things.

But Masashi Toyama disagrees with the idea of ​​self-improvement by the strong, put forward by the student council president. In his view, psychological problems are always a serious disease caused by gathering sand into a tower, and even a mentally strong person will underestimate it. Even minor problems will inevitably break out in an anthill one day, so he always welcomes students' help at any time, even without an appointment.

Out of professionalism and moral concern, after the figure entered the blind spot of his field of vision, which also meant that he had entered the small building of the psychology department, Masashi Toyama put the medical records on the table that had caused excessive psychic vision due to Bronze City Dragon Wen. Aligned on the table and stored in the drawer on the right hand side - he didn't want the patient to see these things and think they were affecting the normal work of the psychology department.

Since the visitor may be a patient, why should a doctor put more pressure on the patient? Even if it is just a tiny bit, as a doctor Masashi Toyama, he hopes that when the other person opens the door, he will see a well-rested self. He may be a little surprised but tell the other person with a smile: You came just in time, and I happen to have nothing to do at the moment. Let’s tell your story!

There was the creaking sound of the door downstairs being pushed, footsteps on the hiking stairs, and the muffled sound of stepping on the soft carpet on the walkway. Finally, there was a knock on the door of the office. Masashi Toyama said: Please come in, and the other party turned the door. He opened the door with the handle, but did not walk in. He just poked his head in, revealing the face of an Indian man, with a pair of clear and bright eyes under the brim of a peaked cap.

He raised his eyes and saw the smiling teacher Masashi Toyama behind the desk. Then he moved his eyes away and looked around at the empty office, the bookshelves, the sofas and chairs for patient treatment, the lamps with gold patterns in the corners, and finally his eyes returned. He circled back to Masashi Toyama and asked, "Are you Mr. Lin Xian?"

"Mr. Lin Xian? No, there is only Ms. Toyama Masashi here. No, it's Mr. Toyama Masashi. Are you looking for Ms. Lin Xian?" After being stunned, Masashi Toyama subconsciously spoke with a trace of embarrassment on his face.

"Oh, oh, I'm sorry. I see there is only one person in this office. Is 'Lin Xian' a female? Sorry, I can't distinguish the gender of Chinese names." The Indian guy muttered, "The mail room asked me to send something To Ms. Lin Xian, does she work here?"

"Are you a staff member of the mailroom?" Masashi Toyama paused for a moment to understand the identity of the other party. "Has her letter package been sent to the college? She is still in the library persuading some stubborn professors to review their psychological problems. If you can’t leave, just leave the things here temporarily and I will hand them over to her.”

"No problem, it's just a letter, but I filled in the address of the college without writing the house number. If it hadn't been written to be addressed to Ms. Lin Xian, I really don't know what I would have done. I asked some students after class to find out where she was. I work in the psychology department, so I can get a good meal this time." The Indian guy complained and pushed open the door. He walked in. He was wearing a green mandarin jacket, and he looked like someone from the post office. He was carrying a shoulder bag. As he walked over, he rummaged inside, and finally took out a yellow letter and handed it to Masashi Toyama.

"Thank you for your hard work, but you said that the address on the envelope was not filled in the package warehouse in Chicago, but directly filled in the college? Is it true or false?" Masashi Toyama paused slightly and leaned forward.

"Of course it's true. Sometimes there are letters like this sent directly, but they're all addressed to professors or principals."

"Where did the letter come from?"

The Indian guy handed over the letter with a strange look on his face, "The letter was sent from China, but the Chinese are really strange. In this era, they still choose to send letters to communicate. Isn't it possible that the Internet has not been popularized there, and there is no such thing as email." ?"

"In your impression, China should still be more than ten years ago, and India is not much better than China more than ten years ago." Masashi Toyama took the letter and complained silently in his heart, without any real offense. Speaking out, what comes out of the mouth is something else.

"China is developing very fast now, and according to my understanding of the Chinese, it is rare for them to choose to exchange letters in this era." Masashi Toyama took the letter, "There are other packages too. Of?"

"No more, just a letter." After delivering the letter, the Indian guy handed over a form, "Please sign it for me."

Masashi Toyama put the letter on the edge of the table. After signing for his cousin, the Indian boy turned around and ran away. His work for the day was not over yet, and he still had a lot of things to send. The little ancestor from Kassel College They are wealthy and restless owners, and the mailroom is almost bursting with so much overseas mail order. For this reason, the Discipline Committee has specially proposed to the school board of directors a proposal to restrict students' online mail ordering. The mailroom has no dream. I hope this proposal is approved by the higher authorities, which will make their job much easier.

The Indian guy left. Masashi Toyama sat for a while and then took out the medical records in the drawer and started looking through them. However, after reading a few pictures, his eyes couldn't help but fall on the letter beside him.

He put down the medical record sheet, reached for the letter, and looked through it. There was no trace of scribbling on the back of the yellow envelope. All the information in the front format was completely filled in, from the zip code in the upper left corner to the recipient's address and name. Including the sender's information and so on.

But there is one thing that Toyama Masashi finds very inconsistent, that is, the handwriting is a bit ugly, like a turtle crawling. It can be seen from the handwriting that the writer is probably a rough guy with an unkempt appearance. There is no childishness in the handwriting. It is all a scrawling style created by adults in order to cover up the handwriting and make the handwriting look prettier. But in fact, this approach has no other purpose than adding obstacles to readers. It is considered A poor cover-up for one's own miserable writing.

The name of the sender is "Zhou Jingzhe". These three characters are written in a decent manner, but they are not considered "calligraphy". It can only be said that the style has been "curated" after writing too many times.

The specific mailing address is a coastal city in China. If Masashi Toyama remembers it well, that city should be Lin Xian's hometown. He had mentioned that second- and third-tier city in China when chatting with the other party before, and Lin Xian was from there. He came out of an orphanage in that city.

But Masashi Toyama had no impression of the name "Zhou Jingzhe", and Lin Xian never mentioned the existence of this person in many daily chats or even psychological consultations. This turtle-like handwriting doesn't look like a pen pal. If he was really a pen pal, Masashi Toyama, a Japanese, would kindly advise him to practice calligraphy.

Could it be that he was Lin Xian's old friend? Or your ex-boyfriend when you dropped out of college? But if it were an ex-boyfriend, the words would be too awkward. Masashi Toyama would have a hard time imagining that a girl as intellectual, beautiful, and oriental beauty-like as Lin Xian, with a high IQ would have an ex-boyfriend written like this.

It does not mean that bad words mean bad people. This is a prejudice, but the saying "seeing words is like seeing people" is inevitable, and it is a common social phenomenon. Submit resumes to various companies The handwriting must also be a major focus. If the handwriting is like a turtle crawling, the interviewer will probably brush off the resume just by looking at it.

So it is inevitable that Toyama Masashi did not have a particularly good first impression of the man who sent the letter. In addition, Lin Xian is considered the long-lost "department beauty" of the Psychology Department. As a superior, he is really reluctant to meet a person of all kinds. Girls who are so good in every aspect that he praises them will have emotional bad debts. Just like everyone likes beautiful things, everything is beautiful, and they don't want them to be tainted by dirty things.

Masashi Toyama stared at the envelope, his face looking a little weird in general. He was not uncomfortable that Lin Xian might have an ex-boyfriend. After all, the girl's private communication had nothing to do with him, his superior, and he did not have the qualifications or position to offend or spy on him. But he still felt a little strange in his heart, as if he saw a flower that seemed to have been inserted into cow dung, and felt strange.

This made him more curious. He was particularly curious about the relationship between this man "Zhou Jingzhe" and Lin Xian. Could he be a former classmate? Or an old friend from the orphanage?

This must be the first time Lin Xian has gotten something in the mailroom. This frugal girl usually has no experience in online shopping, so this must be a letter she received a year and a half after she came to Kassel College. Who would belatedly write to her a year after she left her hometown?

His heart felt itchy, but no matter how much he was tortured by curiosity, Toyama Masashi could only stare at the letter. He couldn't open other people's personal letters just because of his curiosity. His own moral standards did not allow him to do so. To do this kind of thing, even real family members must at least leave each other's private space.

"Forget it. If possible, ask Lin Xian who the other party is?" Masashi Toyama chose a compromise method to ease his curiosity.

Just when he was about to put the letter back, the door of the psychology department was pushed open again. He subconsciously thought that the Indian guy was back again and looked up and asked, "Did you forget anything else?"

But the person who opened the door and came in was not an Indian boy, but a boy dressed in the dusty clothes of the Executive Department. Masashi Toyama recognized him at a glance. After all, there is probably no need to recognize this boy at a second glance in the academy. People.

"Student Lin Nian? Have you returned to the academy?" Masashi Toyama sat up straight and looked at Lin Nian who walked in and said unexpectedly.

"Teacher Masashi Toyama." The person who walked into the office was Lin Nian, who had just returned to the college in the morning. As soon as he came in and said hello, he looked away from Masashi Toyama's face and glanced at the office. He looked around every corner, and then looked back and asked, "Isn't my sister here not long ago?"

Then another person came to see Lin Xian.

"Your sister should be in the library now, diagnosing the psychological conditions of the professors who stay in the library to eat and drink. The information about Bronze City you brought back has made many professors go crazy during this time. It has been deciphered, and we are worried that they will have psychological problems if they continue like this." Masashi Toyama said.

"Excuse me." Lin Nian nodded politely after getting the news he wanted, turned around and was about to leave, but suddenly Masashi Toyama said, "Um, Lin Nian, are you going to the library to find your sister now?"

"Yes, what's the matter?" Lin Nian stopped and turned around to ask.

"She has a letter that was sent to me just now. I signed it for her. If you want to go find her now, you can bring the letter to her." Masashi Toyama raised the letter in his hand.

"Letter?" Lin Nian was startled, "Sent to my sister? Where did it come from?"

"China. To be more precise, the city in your hometown. Do you know a person named "Zhou Jingzhe"? "

"Zhou Jingzhe?" Lin Nian frowned slightly, "Who is that?"

"Forget it if I can't remember, I just asked casually. 'Zhou Jingzhe' is the name of the person who sent the letter. The address of this letter is also the college. Lin Xian should have told her?" Masashi Toyama continued to reveal calmly. Information people all have a tendency to gossip. As a psychiatrist, his level of gossip is no less than anyone else. After all, he will only develop in this area if he has relevant interests. So he also wanted to use Lin Nian, Lin Xian, under his own small thoughts. My brother came to explain his curiosity about this letter.

"Give me half a minute." Lin Nian relaxed his brows, stood on the spot and looked away expressionlessly, his eyes a little vacant. Masashi Toyama could tell that the other party was probably digging out the memories in his mind.

For a long time recently, Lin Nian's mind has been filled with information about dragons, various conspiracies, and "general trends." He was as busy as the 007 hero who wanted to save the world. Suddenly, Masashi Toyama asked him about the coming... Even he needs some time to recall the old things from the time before Kassel Academy.

Masashi Toyama waited patiently for half a minute and looked at his watch. Thirty seconds on time, Lin Nian gave the answer.

He looked at Masashi Toyama and shook his head, "I don't have any impression. At least there is no one with this name among the people I have come into contact with, and I noticed that among the people my sister has come into contact with, the name 'Zhou Jingzhe' has never appeared in my ears. Bian, even if I were to sit in on it once, I would not be without any impression."

His memory was "organized" by the blonde girl. Basically, he can be called a perfect memory person. Everything he has experienced will be placed by the blonde girl in the Parthenon-like palace of thinking—— That is, behind the doors one after another, if he wanted to, he could even recite the books he read for enlightenment when he was three or four years old, but now he has no impression of the name 'Zhou Jingzhe' at all.

"No impression?" Masashi Toyama was slightly startled, and his curiosity became even stronger.

From what he learned, Lin Xian and Lin Nian had been living together for so many years in the coastal city on the other side of the ocean. Their lives were closely linked, and all their social networks and acquaintances were tied tightly. Living.

Lin Nian's teacher at the kendo gym knew that he had a sister who loved and cared about him, and Lin Xian's boss at the coffee shop also knew that she had a smart brother who was very protective of his sister. However, the answer Lin Nian gave now was that he didn't know at all. Does the person who sent the letter exist?

"Is 'Zhou Jingzhe' the sender? Let me take a look."

Lin Xian's attention was aroused as it was about Lin Xian. He stepped forward and took the letter from Toyama Masashi. He looked through the front and back and noticed the name and address of the sender "Zhou Jingzhe". , as well as the name of the recipient Lin Xian and the detailed address of Kassel College handwritten below.

"The address of the college is generally kept confidential, and only insiders know it. Even the express delivery from the mailroom is sent to the warehouse in Chicago, and then the people in the mailroom take the CC1000 express train to sort it and then send it back to the college. But this The letter was sent directly to the college's mailroom, and the college's address was accurately filled in." Masashi Toyama pointed out the strangeness of the letter.

"You mean my sister told the other party the address?" Lin Nian said.

"Yes." Masashi Toyama nodded.

At best, it was just a letter, but at worst, it was Lin Xian who leaked the existence of Kassel College privately. After all, no one knew where this 'Zhou Jingzhe' came from.

The matter may be small or big, but Lin Nian doesn't care about this kind of thing at all. He can guarantee Lin Xian. Lin Xian's actions often directly represent his intentions. He doesn't think Lin Xian will betray Cassel College. things to come.

What he was more concerned about was who the man 'Zhou Jingzhe' was and what his relationship was with Lin Xian, especially when the other party sent this letter at a sensitive time when he had just returned to the academy with some important things.

"Do you have any suggestions?" Lin Nian turned over the envelope without trying to open it. He looked at Masashi Toyama and asked calmly.

"I don't have any suggestions. I just fulfill my obligation to tell you what I need to tell you." Masashi Toyama shook his head. He knew that the boy was trying his words to see if he would increase the significance of this matter, but he could not do anything about it. Without this intention, Lin Xian was already his best subordinate, so there was no way he would make a fuss about this matter.

Seeing Lin Nian holding the envelope and falling silent, he paused and said, "Do you think if you directly ask your sister about this letter, she will tell you the answer?"

"Maybe or not, she won't tell me everything." Lin Nian said.

For example, Lin Xian once smoked silently at home because she was under too much pressure at work. She never mentioned it to Lin Nian. If Lin Nian hadn't found unprocessed cigarette ashes and cigarette butts in the trash can, Lin Xian would have Xian would not admit it even to death. She was worried that she would set a bad example for Lin Nian.

Another example is this 'Zhou Jingzhe'. Judging from the envelope sent directly to the college, Lin Xian should have a good relationship with him. At least they have been in contact for a while, and they even have an interesting story. However, Lin Nian has never known about it. Pass.

This made him feel a little weird, but underneath the weirdness was a faint worry.

"Do you think there will be any problems in this letter?" Masashi Toyama asked tactfully.

"Question? No, I believe her." Lin Nian received the envelope on the inside of the windbreaker, "So when I send the letter to him later, I will also ask her what the situation is. In short, there will be an answer to this matter."

"That's good." Masashi Toyama saw that Lin Nian didn't have any extreme reaction and nodded slightly. It seemed that the trust and affection between the siblings were really made of iron.

"If there's nothing else, I'll go find her first." Lin Nian signaled to Masashi Toyama, turned around and left the office after the other party returned the favor, and closed the door behind him.

Masashi Toyama sat for a while and then turned to look out the window. He saw Lin Nian walking out of the small building and walking towards the girl waiting for him at the end of the stone road. After a brief conversation, the two set off in the direction of the library.

"'Zhou Jingzhe'. Is your surname 'Zhou'?" Masashi Toyama picked up the coffee cup next to the table, as if he thought of something, but immediately shook his head, "It can't be such a coincidence."

ps①: There should be more, make up for yesterday’s

ps②: Today is Lin Xian’s birthday, so the next short story will be related to Lin Xian and also to the main plot in the future.

ps③: The Zhou family in Xiangyang. Dragon fans who know this family must know what the next story will mention.