Push open a walnut door, behind is a study. There are old books on three walls, a large writing desk on the ground, and a couch, coffee table and floor-to-ceiling windows on the other side.
Xun Yuming walked to the dark green sofa chair, bent his waist, and heard Zhuang Yi say: "Sit here, there is no need for counseling for psychological evaluation."
He was about to sit, so he had no choice but to straighten up and sit on the chair opposite the desk. Zhuang Yi took out a stack of forms in a black folder from the drawer, and handed it to him: "You fill it out first."
"Just fill in the form?" Xun Yuming raised his head and asked, if he just filled in the form, why bother him to come here.
"You fill out the form first." Zhuang Yi took out a signature pen from the pen holder and put it in his hand, "I have something else to do later."
After he finished speaking, he went out, leaving the door ajar. Xun Yuming turned his head, just in time to see his silhouette at the other end of the corridor. Zhuang Yi went to the kitchen and took out a small glass feeding bottle, scooped two spoonfuls of milk powder and mixed it into hot water, then closed the lid and shook it vigorously a few times, then pushed the door to the next room.
Xun Yuming turned his face away and stared at the form in front of him without moving for a long time. The phone vibrated in his pocket, and he took it out to see that it was a message from Dean Chen: "Xiao Ming, don't forget to tell Xiao Zhuang about the consulting room."
He turned off the screen, sighed, forced himself to cheer up, and read the questionnaire carefully. In A4 size, the first half contains basic information such as name, gender, education level, whether you are taking psychotropic drugs, past history of mental illness, etc. The second half to the sixth page are all multiple-choice questions, and the seventh to The ninth page is an open question and answer, and the last two pages are the evaluation results, professional opinions and signature column.
Such a long questionnaire obviously exceeded Xun Yuming's expectations. He filled in column by column, and by the time he finished writing the last word, the hour hand on the wall clock had already pointed to five.
Zhuang Yi came in once, and seeing that he was still writing, he didn't bother him. At this time the sun was setting, Xun Yuming walked out of the study, saw that the living room and corridor were empty, hesitated for a moment, and knocked on the door of the next room.
"Come in." Sure enough, he was inside.
Xun Yuming took a deep breath, twisted the doorknob, "I've filled it out, you..."
There is no furniture in this room, and there are two bathtub-sized round tents on the wooden floor. Zhuang Yi is standing in front of him, holding a feeding bottle in his right hand and a kitten that has just opened its eyes in his left hand, and is feeding it.
"Put it there, I can't move my hands, it will be fine soon."
Xun Yuming walked forward holding the questionnaire, and suddenly realized: "Ah, it is your son?"
"Huh?" Zhuang Yi turned his face and smiled, "Who did you hear that from?"
"Dean Chen said that you are watching your son at home and you don't have time, so he asked me to come and look for you." Xun Yuming suddenly felt relieved, and his tone became lighter, "I thought you really had a son, and I haven't had time to congratulate you .”
Zhuang Yi didn't answer, but smiled faintly.
Xun Yuming cleared his throat, counted the two tents, and said in surprise, "Seven in total?"
Zhuang Yi explained in a low voice: "The wild cats in the community died after giving birth, leaving behind seven little ones, which were brought back by my cat."
The cat in his hand was less than the size of a palm, sucking on its pacifier and purring, as if it had been hungry for a long time. Xun Yuming stretched out his fingers and stroked its gray-blue head, and it immediately narrowed its eyes, "The hairstyle looks like a crew cut, which is quite fun."
"It's almost there." Zhuang Yi said, "Let's go."
The kitten is greedy for food and barks its teeth and paws as soon as it leaves the bottle. Unfortunately, its paws are too tender and its size is too small. It seems like a baby to resist. Zhuang Yi put it back into the tent, covered his mouth with a blanket, and brought Xun Yuming back to the study.
Unlike before, as soon as he entered this room, his expression immediately became serious, as if he had changed his face.
He walked to the desk and sat down, flipped through the questionnaire, and asked while reading, "Do you often drink alcohol?"
Xun Yuming's eyes fell on him, the same as his two gamma rays, as if seeing through his eyes, he was quickly defeated in the short silence, and turned away from looking at him: "Not often .depends on how you define 'often'."
"Approximately what frequency?" Zhuang Yi still looked into his eyes, making people unavoidable, "Three times a week? Five times? How much do you drink each time?"
"I...probably, one cup a day." Xun Yuming looked towards the corner, where a gouache painting hung. The cheek being stared at by Zhuang Yi was hot. He tried his best to maintain his calm, looked at the Linhai Bibo in the painting, and murmured: "Sometimes it's vodka, sometimes it's juniper berry."
"It's all spirits?" Zhuang Yi took out a pencil and began to write and draw on the questionnaire.
Xun Yuming was stunned for a moment, then frowned: "I don't drink heavily—if that's what you mean. I will never put the patient's safety in the hands of...an addict."
Before Zhuang Yi could reply, he emphasized like breaking a can: "Believe it or not... Anyway, I'm not drinking too much."
The latter shrugged, did not continue the question, and instead asked: "Have you ever felt guilty, or feel guilty about your 'regular drinking behavior'?"
"Guilt?"
Xun Yuming felt that it was a mistake to come here today, and he even faintly regretted that he didn't lie in the questionnaire just now, but filled in his living habits truthfully, which led to such a situation where he couldn't explain it.
"I have the right to drink, and so can doctors! ... I'm an adult."
"I know."
Zhuang Yi smiled slightly and turned a page of the questionnaire.
"Let's talk about your emotional problems."
"What's wrong with emotion?"
Xun Yuming's mind was ringing alarm bells.
Zhuang Yi said: "Are you single?"
"Is there any problem with being single?" Xun Yuming clenched his fist and pinched the outside of his thigh. The sharp pain immediately woke him up from the chaos, "Yes, I'm single. It's not all written in the materials."
"How long have you been single?"
"Is this related to the psychological evaluation?!"
Zhuang Yi didn't answer, picked up the pencil and "snapped" twice, and didn't know what to write on the questionnaire. It probably means that he is going to be lonely and crazy, Xun Yuming secretly speculated, and couldn't help becoming angry from embarrassment.
"Have you ever been in a relationship?" Before he could adjust his mood, Zhuang Yi asked knowingly again.
"What do you think?" Xun Yuming couldn't show his demeanor anymore, he stood up and stammered, "What do you think... do you think this is interesting?"
Zhuang Yi still didn't answer, and lowered his head to write two words on the paper. Without waiting for him to finish writing, Xun Yuming snatched up the questionnaire and saw two large characters in the margin—anxiety.
Before carefully reading the small print below, the questionnaire was taken back by Zhuang Yi. He pressed Xun Yuming's shoulder with unprecedented sternness and said, "If you don't cooperate so much, I can't evaluate you."
No evaluation means that no surgery can be performed, no surgery can be performed.
Xun Yuming would rather die.
After a long stalemate, he finally sat back in his chair and said, "I had a relationship once in college, and we broke up not long after."
"Didn't you try to date other people after you broke up?"
Zhuang Yi's double eyelids are very narrow, and his eyes are narrow and long. Coupled with the three-dimensional facial features, he should have a ruthless appearance. However, there are two dimples at the corners of his mouth, and his demeanor changes when he smiles, making him look gentle and gentle.
But whenever he put on a straight face, such as now, he is three points colder than ordinary people.
Xun Yuming only looked at his expression, and his psychological defense almost collapsed: "No... no."
"Why not?"
"I... didn't meet the right one, I want to focus on work."
Zhuang Yi nodded as a matter of course: "Give up love for career, um." He wrote a few words, raised his head and smiled at him, "It's still the same as before."
His heart beat like a drum, Xun Yuming hurriedly turned his face away, and when Zhuang Yi asked him how he felt after winning the award, he blurted out: "Uncomfortable."
"Because you got the award first?"
"Not at all."
…
Time slowly advances, and the sun slowly sets to the west. The street lamps outside the villa turned on one by one, and when Xun Yuming finished his psychological evaluation, it was already dark.
Zhuang Yi sent him to the door, looked at his watch, and said, "It's past eight, have you had lunch yet?"
Standing on the steps, Xun Yuming looked at the road at the gate of the hospital, his expression was a little confused, he shook his head and said, "No. Which way is this to go back to the hospital?" He has always had a bad sense of direction, and he couldn't tell when he went out. all directions.
Zhuang Yi glanced at him and closed the door, "I'll stop by for dinner and take you down the mountain."
"Then let's go." Xun Yuming was two steps away from him, the two left the villa, and walked on the ramp one after the other. There are thousands of lights beside the road, a little bit of orange light. At this moment, when the lights are on, everyone is in the midst of bustle and bustle, but the street is unusually quiet.
Xun Yuming was silent, and Zhuang Yi didn't make a sound, and the breeze passed by his ears from time to time, which was the trace left by the occasional car passing by. There are two long shadows dragging on the ground, but the shadows seem to walk side by side.
While walking, suddenly a football flew in front of him, Xun Yuming tripped and hit Zhuang Yi. The latter was waiting for the car to pass by, turned around and said, "Look at the road."
Xun Yuming was startled, a little distracted.
A little boy ran out from the opposite yard, saluted Xun Yuming, and said loudly, "I'm sorry!" He hurried away with the football in his arms.
"Watch the way." He was still in a daze, but Zhuang Yi tugged at his arm with a helpless tone, "What are you thinking?"
Xun Yuming came back to his senses, moved to the side, and said, "I know the road ahead, so let's take it here."
He stretched out his hand and pointed at random, and saw that there was a big road with cars coming and going in front of him, and his expression was much more relaxed: "I'll just take a taxi later, there happens to be a place to eat over there, so I'll go eat."
"I'll go there too." Zhuang Yi raised his eyebrows, "Together?"
Xun Yuming suddenly felt embarrassed, agreed to refuse or not, hesitated for a long time, nodded and said: "...Okay."
Zhuang Yi walked to the intersection, led him to turn left and right, and entered an alley full of night stalls selling snacks. Xun Yuming frowned more and more, afraid of being heard by the peddlers, he leaned into his ear and whispered: "Eating these is not healthy."
"Sheng Jian is not going to be very healthy." Zhuang Yi said casually, and there was no sound behind him. He turned his head and said softly, "If you don't eat here, there is a restaurant in front of you. You should... it's okay."
They walked through the dark and greasy narrow alleys, and came to the old city with a combination of Chinese and Western architectural styles. Looking at the tall buildings rising from the roadside, Xun Yuming asked in surprise, "Is this Sanmen Town?"
Zhuang Yi hummed, looked in the direction of his fingers, and said: "The original archway was occupied by the row of new buildings rebuilt from the old city in front. We are now walking on the original Sanshi Bridge, but it has been padded up. The river below is also connected to the moat, and the buildings in front are still built by the Germans, but they have not been demolished."
"I can't even recognize it anymore." It has been more than ten years since Xun Yuming went abroad to study in his third year of high school. The domestic development is changing with each passing day. Now he is struggling to find the door of his house, let alone other places. That's it. "Is this the place to eat?"
"The riverside, just go down the stairs." Go down the stone steps on the side of the road, and under the bridge is a small street adjacent to the moat. Zhuang Yi flicked the weeping willows floating overhead, and walked to a small restaurant with a modest appearance on the bank of the river, "It's right here."
Xun Yuming pushed open the glass door and saw that there were quite a lot of people inside. The two waiters were busy, one was ordering and the other was serving, and they didn't care about them, so he found a table for two in the corner to sit.
Zhuang Yi brought the ipad from the counter and handed it to him first: "The taste of the first two pages is not bad, but the latter one is not bad."
Xun Yuming looked at the menu, casually pointed at the beef rice, and asked him with his eyes: "Is this okay?"
"Yes." After poking it with his finger a few times, Zhuang Yi said: "After eating, go up and go south along the way you came just now, which is the side of your grandfather's house. You can walk back later."
Xun Yuming opened the napkin, wiped the edge of the table in front of him, and said, "I don't live at Grandpa's house."
This time it was Zhuang Yi's turn to be startled, and wanted to ask him why, but the waiter happened to come to serve some side dishes, which just interrupted the conversation between the two.
Xun Yuming put the tempura in front of him, but Zhuang Yi pushed the hot spring egg to his hand. The two were silent for a moment, and the embarrassment on the mountain road just now came up again.
When the beef rice was served, Zhuang Yi's sake and eel rice were also served. He brought the bowl to Xun Yuming, poured two more glasses of wine, and placed one in front of him: "Is sake in your choice? Or must it be spirits?"
"I don't drink too much!" Xun Yuming didn't drink a drop, his face turned red instantly.
He was angry, picked up the wine glass and drank it, and said, "Do you still hate me?"