Chapter 1115 Flowers and Wine

It has been nearly a year since I last saw Dr. Lu. She is no different from what I remember. She still wears light makeup. Her actual age cannot be identified. Her features and temperament are full of unique charm.

"Long time no see." Qin Jue pushed the flowers in his arms forward, "I am bothering you again."

Dr. Lu smiled softly, took the bouquet of flowers with a faint fragrance, and turned sideways to invite Qin Jue in.

Qin Jue changed his shoes and walked into the living room, looking at the furniture and facilities from the corner of his eye. Their arrangement is exactly the same as the last time he saw them. Just like Dr. Lu, they are permeated with a very measured peace from beginning to end, from inside to outside.

The bottom of the red wine bottle collided with the surface of the coffee table with a shallow sound. Dr. Lu greeted Qin Jue calmly as if he were treating an old friend and asked him to sit down first. He took out a stoneware vase leisurely, unwrapped the kraft paper wrapped around the branches, added water, and arranged the flowers. Then he opened the cupboard and found the bottle opener, decanter, funnel, filter cloth and two high-foot glasses.

Qin Jue was stuck in the sofa the whole time, her eyes vaguely falling on the fabric paintings on the wall, in a daze while waiting.

The moderately bright warm-toned light relieved her suppressed anxiety to a certain extent, but it was only a relief. She listened to the footsteps of Dr. Lu approaching, closed her eyes and slowly exhaled, forcing herself to relax, relax, and relax again with the mentality that patients should actively cooperate with treatment.

With the sound of gurgling water, Qin Jue opened his eyes and watched the deep red wine flow slowly into the long-necked and big-bellied decanter.

She smelled the wine a second late.

The smell of rust arrived in the brain before the aroma of grapes.

Unlike the innate "auditory-visual" synesthesia of the little fox, this is a sensory connection that is forced to be established after birth.

A conditioned reflex synesthesia, a ridiculous and pathetic phantom smell.

Normal people living in a harmonious era can hold a wine glass and talk about the different colors of red wines of different years with a smile, but Qin Jue can only think of the same color if it appears on a living person, how long the person has been injured, whether he is dead or not, and whether the blood is still fresh.

A large number of memory fragments suddenly flashed back in front of him, Qin Jue frowned, stretched out his hand to wipe his tired eyebrows, and then pinched his nose with his fingers.

Doctor Lu sighed softly.

"I saw that the signature of the bouquet card is 'a corner', what is the story of it?" She started the topic softly.

Qin Jue put down his hand and looked at the uneven branches in the coarse pottery jar.

"... Zhao Shujing." She uttered a name in a hoarse voice, "an old friend."

The air fell into silence. After a while, Qin Jue raised his eyes and met Dr. Lu's gentle gaze. At first, he was confused, and then he suddenly realized that Dr. Lu didn't speak because he was patiently waiting for her next words.

But she didn't know when she started to develop the habit of holding back her words again.

After a few words, she kept silent.

Qin Jue lowered his eyes and remained silent.

She felt that Dr. Lu's eyes were still on her face, without any urging, no desperate, fanatical curiosity and exploration, but she would not make people feel that she was indifferent, not caring about herself and what she was going to say.

This is a very comfortable environment for confession.

We are not familiar with each other, but I am here.

If you are not familiar with each other, you will not have the psychological burden of "whether these words I say will affect the other party, whether they will give the other party negative energy".

My presence means that I am listening, I care, and I care because I am your psychologist, not because I am your relative or friend, I care about you, so you must say it out loud and let me care.

People's psychological activities and deep emotions are very complicated.

The more gentle and delicate people are, the easier it is to bear invisible mental pressure.

Qin Jue gradually became relaxed in silence.

She loosened her hands with her fingers crossed on her legs, rubbed back, and found a more comfortable posture lying on the sofa. When she looked up again, Dr. Lu's soft eyebrows were still conveying a message to her-

You can take your time and talk with confidence.

Qin Jue smiled all of a sudden.

"Professional." She praised from the bottom of her heart.

Then he said: "Wait a minute, take a sample."

Doctor Lu was stunned for a moment, then nodded and smiled: "Okay."

Qin Jue then straightened his upper body and carefully observed Doctor Lu with a sharp gaze, looking at her overall sitting posture, the placement of her legs and feet, the posture and gestures of her arms, her facial micro-expressions, the amplitude of her lips, the focus of her eyes, and feeling her temperament and the aura she exuded. Then he expanded his vision to pay attention to the style of her clothes, jewelry, background furniture, and the color, brightness, and lighting direction of the lights.

Qin Jue took out the notebook he brought with him and wrote down all the details one by one, saying again while writing:

"Professional."

Doctor Lu smiled gently, neither thanking nor being modest, and did not have any intention of shifting the focus of the conversation to himself.

Qin Jue was still writing, and continued the previous topic:

"Sister Zhao was an actress in the "Cage" crew. After the play, she retired and returned to her hometown to open a flower shop. When we talked about this, I said that I would go to her to buy flowers, so this time is the same."

"So that's how it is." Doctor Lu replied.

Then he smiled and asked: "So what's the story of this bottle of wine?"

Qin Jue raised his eyes and looked at the decanter - now the liquid in it was indeed wine in her eyes, but the color was like blood, there was nothing to hide - she said without thinking:

"I helped a kid when filming "Daytime Rain". It was just a small favor, but he and his family, he and his parents valued this favor very much. I happened to be talking to him before I came here, so I just asked him to do a little favor and got a bottle of red wine."

Dr. Lu did not immediately ask Qin Jue about his pause and change of words, and nodded softly.

"Ms. Qin, have you heard of an interesting theory?" She said, "Most of the time, a person's choices have deep meanings and invisible projections of his/her psychological state, and she/he himself/herself sometimes does not realize this."

"Hmm?"

Qin Jue responded, wrote the last two strokes, put away the small notebook, and looked up at Dr. Lu.

She was indeed interested in this topic.

"Flowers are often regarded as images that express emotions and cultivate sentiments, giving people a feeling of 'soothing' and 'relaxing'."

Dr. Lu said, "Wine has two common impressions of 'delicate tasting' and 'numbing nerves' at the same time."

Qin Jue pondered for a moment and nodded.

"From this perspective, you brought a bouquet of flowers and a bottle of wine, which means that you are pursuing a leisurely and comfortable life away from the status quo and indulging in nature, and you also know deep down that it is difficult to get out of your current situation, so you want to numb yourself and escape from reality."

"..." Qin Jue was silent for a few seconds before saying, "The theory you just said makes sense."

She collapsed into the sofa, looked up at the ceiling, and murmured:

"Doctor Lu, do you think I have changed from a year ago?"

Soon, she heard an answer.

"A year ago, you lacked humanity, but now you are overflowing with humanity." Doctor Lu's voice was calm.

Qin Jue closed his eyes, sighed, and retracted his head.

"You hit the nail on the head."

She opened her eyes, but drooped her eyelids and complained, "You hit the nail on the head so hard that I don't even want to listen to it."

Doctor Lu smiled slightly.

"Is there anything I can help with?" she asked.

Qin Jue pondered for a moment: "I know that I have changed a lot compared to before. These changes were good, and I was very satisfied with them and happy to immerse myself in them."

"But then it developed into the current state."

She gently tapped the goblet and heard it make a shallow "ding" sound.

"The problem is,

"I don't know when I started to become like this."

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