The Man Who Was Buried Alive by Me

Chapter 11

Views:

I washed your clothes, but forgot to bring them back to you. "

Ling Chennan said: "It's okay, you can give it to me next week."

Bai Sheng nodded, wiped his sweat with a towel, like a kitten washing his face, and asked, "What's for dinner tonight?"

Ling Chennan felt that this question was very old and married for a moment, and asked casually with his usual expression: "What do you think?"

Bai Sheng immediately said, "I want to eat crabs!"

Ling Chennan was a little funny: "Are you a cat, you like aquatic animals so much, but... I can't have dinner with you today, so I promised my mother to go home on weekends."

Bai Cheng was wilted: "Oh, oh."

Ling Chennan couldn't bear it all of a sudden: "But I'll take you home and take you to buy takeaway."

Bai Sheng still shook his head: "No, no, you go home, I've delayed you."

Ling Chennan raised his face: "What are you talking about?"

Bai Sheng raised his eyes and looked at him, thinking that he had put away his disappointed expression: "It's really fine, I can do it by myself."

Ling Chennan wanted to say "I'll treat you to crabs next week", but felt that it was unnecessary, so he finally nodded, said goodbye to him, and drove home by himself.

[Seventh Week · Night · 2]

As soon as Ling Chennan entered the house, Ling's mother stood up and passed through the living room with a resonant voice: "I'm back! Have you eaten? There is still food! There is leftover for you!"

Ling Chennan said: "Mom, I've eaten."

Ling's mother turned a deaf ear to it, and turned into the kitchen with fur slippers on her hands: "Eat some more after eating! It's all your favorite food, who knew you came back so late."

Ling Chennan took off his shoes and went to the kitchen to wash his hands: "I knew you would be like this, luckily I didn't eat outside."

Mother Ling: "..."

Ling Chennan took a bowl of rice and sat down at the table, rolled up the sleeves of his shirt and said, "Why are there so many left, have you eaten yet?"

Ling's mother said: "Eat, eat, it's all for you."

Ling Chennan picked up a piece of beef, which was soft and tender, and the potatoes were all stewed. He scooped a spoonful into his own bowl, took a few mouthfuls of rice, and asked bulgingly, "Where's Dad?"

Ling's mother said disgustedly: "You have something in your mouth, can you not talk, eat more food, your father is drinking outside, and the comrades from the CIMC class are here."

Ling Chennan said: "He's still hanging out at such a late hour, and I didn't say that, the old man really doesn't hold a lot of alcohol now."

"When he comes back, you can tell him yourself. I said he's too annoying." Ling's mother stared at him brightly: "Tell me about you, how are you recently?"

Ling Chennan was sweating behind his back, pretending to be stupid, and said, "What's the matter?"

"My partner, is there any sign? Is there anyone with any signs?" Ling's mother said, "Your dad learned a new word recently. He said you are single."

Ling Chennan almost spat: "No one wants it, Mom, it fell into your hands."

Mother Ling frowned: "I think so too, is it because you are too ugly, son?"

Ling Chennan nodded quickly: "Hey, that's right, that's what happened."

Ling's mother straightened up: "No, I mean, do you have a different aesthetic in your place, do you all like the kind... more like a girl?"

Ling Chennan laughed: "Where are we?"

Mother Ling said, "It's you, the homosexual circle."

Ling Chennan hahahahaha, was punched by his mother on the arm, and his face was distorted and he dropped his chopsticks.

After wolfing down a bowl of rice, and drinking a half bowl of shrimp skin seaweed, egg flower and green vegetable soup, Ling Chennan spread his arms and legs on the stool with a satisfied look on his face.

Mother Ling stood up to collect the bowl, and muttered, "What does it look like? No wonder no one wants it."

Ling Chennan groaned, "Mom, leave it alone and I'll collect it."

Ling's mother gave him a blank look: "Don't pretend, you just stay."

Ling Chennan sat in a daze, and thought of Bai Sheng's eating slowly, as if he had his own filter from a high-end restaurant, and felt that his mother's dream of eating like that must be his dream.

I don't know if he ate or what he ate at night.

Ling Chennan never contacted patients offline before, but after he was full, his thoughts became paralyzed, and he brainwashed himself to say that Bai Sheng's situation was special, and he had no family or friends around, so he sent a message asking: Are you home yet? Do you have something to eat

He pinched his phone and looked at it for a while, but Bai Sheng didn't reply to the message, instead Ling's mother approached with a gossipy face: "Who is who?"

Ling Chennan smiled helplessly: "Guest."

Ling's mother frowned: "Why do you still have to contact patients after work? You don't usually have contact with them, so as not to make yourself depressed one day."

Ling Chennan was about to say something when the phone suddenly turned on and made a loud vibration on the glass table. He picked it up to look at it, but Ling's mother yelled: "You child, I'm talking to you!"

Bai Sheng sent a message: I'm sorry doctor, I didn't see the message just now, I went downstairs to open the door, the takeaway just arrived! It comes with a photo of a plastic bag with a lunch box in it.

Ling Chennan couldn't help but bend the corner of his mouth, and typed: Content

Half a minute later, Bai Sheng sent over a photo of an opened takeaway box, with a cage of shrimp dumplings and two golden rolls inside.

Ling Chennan: What is that yellow one

Bai Sheng said: Yuba rolls are delicious, with meat, shredded bamboo shoots and shiitake mushrooms inside. Then he posted another picture of a bite, revealing a cross-section of the stuffed yuba roll.

Ling Chennan recalled that Bai Sheng said that he usually had no appetite for takeaway, so he replied: I just ate my mother's secret recipe of stewed beef with potatoes and carrots, and I'm not hungry! I don't want to eat at all!

Bai Sheng seemed to be complacent, and posted another picture of seafood porridge.

In fact, Ling Chennan doesn't eat Cantonese-style salty and fresh food at all. Basically, it's the rough type that can be mixed with dry rice with a can of spicy sauce, but thinking of Bai Sheng eating takeaway at home alone, he still can't help it Accompanied him for a while to play the scene of drooling eyes. He found that the other party seemed to communicate more smoothly through typing, without the cautiousness of wild animals in face-to-face.

After playing for a while, Ling Chennan said: You can eat, I'm going to take a shower, so don't sleep too late.

Before Bai Sheng could reply, Ling Chennan put down his phone and ran back to the living room to watch domestic TV dramas with his mother. He felt a bit bad in his heart, and while trying to keep a distance from the other party, he couldn't help being teased.

After watching the TV series for a while, Ling Chennan couldn't help but want to mock the unreasonable plot and the crude setting in it, and finally made Ling's mother angry. She simply tuned to the evening news, and then continued to stare at him brightly: "Seriously, is there anyone who might? Parents and mothers accept that you don't like girls, but at least find a partner." , if you have contacts, take it home and have a look, don't be embarrassed."

Ling Chennan began to rummage through the peanut crisps in the sugar box, without raising his head, he said, "There really aren't any."

Ling's mother muttered: "I'm already old, my job is stable, and I look good. Why can't I find someone?"

Ling Chennan seemed to catch a glimpse of his cell phone turned on, and said absently, "Don't worry about it."

Ling's mother clicked on him: "I don't worry about you, I worry about who, it's just a son like you, ah, this is really a mess."

Ling Chennan was overjoyed, and half-jokingly said: "Mom, if I'm looking for someone, what do you want me to look for?"

Ling's mother thought for a while and said, "This... I don't know much about it. What can my mother ask for? In short, just treat you well."

Ling Chennan said "Oh?", and her mother said again: "It's best to have a good tutor, be sensible and polite."

Ling Chennan: "Oh."

Mother Ling: "It's best to have a stable job, but don't be a civil servant. Your status is too sensitive and it will not affect you well. It's so sad to be scared every day when you are together. Of course, my mother is not too high-profile, or Be careful, I heard that foreign companies are more open, um, foreign companies are good.”

Ling Chennan: "Oh, foreign companies are good."

Ling's mother continued: "If you are willing to adopt a child, that's fine. If you don't have time, mother will take care of it for you. I don't think you will need the money to marry a wife. At that time, we will pay the down payment for the house."

Ling Chennan quickly said: "Stop it, stop it, you don't ask for it! You've already bought a house to raise a child!"

Ling's mother glared at him and said, "You haven't moved, why don't you let people think about it?" In a flash, the gunfire returned to Ling Chennan, and he was scolded for half an hour.

It wasn't until he took a shower and went to bed that he remembered to look at his phone. Bai Sheng sent three messages, with an hour between them.

Bai Sheng: Okay.

Bai Sheng: Doctor, thank you again today.

Bai Sheng: Good night, doctor.

Ling Chennan stared at the bright phone screen for a while in the dark, and finally switched to airplane mode without replying.

==============================

— "Uh... the psychiatrist hooked up with the patient so quickly? It always feels very unprofessional (beat me

I may be on the wrong cp....want to see the slag and the doctor..."

——"Although I feel that explaining what I wrote & wanted to write is a bit awkward, it would be great if I could update the 4000 characters every day! But after thinking about it, I will explain it.

Generally speaking, the previous chapter just wanted to explain the doctor's natural aptitude, because it is a doctor's perspective, so there will be more descriptions about his family and individuals.

On the other hand, the psychological counselor makes the visitor feel trustful + dependent + assured to do emotional projection + reflect the visitor's feelings to the greatest extent is part of the treatment, which is more conducive for him to see the emotional problems of the visitor and let the visitor experience himself Feedback of affection is not judg