This psychologist is weird

Chapter 72

"...Xiao Chen, how does it taste...I'm afraid it may not suit your taste, these few dishes are still prepared as last time."

Chen Lun took the chopsticks, picked up the vegetables on the chopsticks, and chewed them in his mouth.

Holding chopsticks in his hand, the old man slowed down his movements, turned sideways, and asked Chen Lun cautiously.

"It tastes good."

After swallowing the food, Chen Lun's eyes fell on the old man's cautious face, and he nodded in response.

"It tastes good..."

A happy smile appeared on the old man's face,

"And this, Xiao Chen, I also fried the lettuce you brought over for you."

The old man was in a hurry again, and he greeted Chen Lun again and said aloud.

Chen Lun turned his chopsticks again, picked up the lettuce, and put it in his mouth to chew.
"How does it taste, does it suit your usual taste?"

The old man asked again.

"pretty good."

"It's fine, it's fine...Xiao Chen, you can take care of yourself, you can pick up whatever you want..."

While talking, the old man smiled and greeted Chen Lun twice,

Another pause.

The old man and Chen Lun didn't communicate much, and they didn't have much to say.

The food was served, and after eating the food, it seemed that he didn't know what to say next.

"...The weather has been very hot these two days, I'll go and turn the fan on."

The old man seemed to be restless, or always wanted to do or say something at this time.

He paused, turned his head, looked around, put down the chopsticks in his hand, stood up, and walked towards the old electric fan on the coffee table.

Chen Lun didn't stop him either.

"Xiao Chen, can this blow the wind?"

The old man carried the fan, turned it around, and pointed it at the side of the dining table.

"can."

"Then I'll turn the fan up a bit."

"... Don't tell me, this fan is an antique, and it can still blow out wind... Back then, the boss wanted a higher price, and my wife is really good at talking."

The old man walked back again, his eyes were a little dazed, he said something with a smile on his face, and then paused again,

Without continuing to speak, he sat down on the seat,

"...Xiao Chen, you've been out for a month now, and you said you're going to work in the military. You've been training for a month, so it's hard work."

The old man's words fell on Chen Lun again. Looking at Chen Lun, he asked with some concern in his eyes.

"Fortunately."

Chen Lun responded.

"...A few days ago, I read in the news that something happened somewhere, and people from the military were sent there, and some people were injured..."

The old man looked at the TV on the other side of the living room, and said something aloud.

"My job is not dangerous."

Chen Lun's eyes fell on the old man, paused, and answered aloud.

"That's fine, that's fine..."

The old man nodded and responded with a voice.

Pausing for a while, he looked at the glass of drink in front of him again. The old man lowered his head again, picked up the drink, and took a sip.

"...The taste of this drink is also very good. It's sweet. No wonder you young people like to drink it."

The old man raised his head a little, and said something out loud with a smile.

"Xiao Chen, drink it too. There's still a lot left in the bottle... I can't drink much. When you leave, Xiao Chen, take it away."

The old man laughed, and then spoke to Chen Lun.

Holding the chopsticks, Chen Lun looked calmly at the old man and nodded.

"...Let's eat and eat vegetables first, the vegetables will be cold in a while."

The old man turned around again and greeted Chen Lun.

Chen Lun turned his head, took the chopsticks, picked up the vegetables, chewed and swallowed.

The old man looked at Chen Lun with a smile, and also ate with vegetables.

At the dining table, it was quiet for a while.

Only the whirring sound of the electric fan next to it, and the sound of some unknown TV series coming from the TV are left.

In the lighted living room, it rang.

"...Xiao Chen, I'll add some more drinks."

Chen Lun just took a sip of the drink in the cup,
The old man picked up the drink bottle next to him and refilled the glass in front of Chen Lun.

Laughing, the old man picked up the chopsticks again, but paused again,

"...Xiao Chen, when you came, it must have been dark outside the house."

The old man raised his head and looked at the window on the other side of the living room, which was covered by curtains.
The fundus of the eyes is cloudy, and the eyes are a little trance.

The window next to the living room was tightly covered by thick curtains.

It blocked the night lingering outside the window, and also blocked the light that the house wanted to cast outside.

Chewing and swallowing, Chen Lun turned his eyes and landed on the old man,

He didn't speak, just listened to what the old man said he wanted to say.

"...Xiao Chen, I'm really a little scared now."

"I was afraid that it would be dark outside the house, and I was also afraid that it would be dark inside, so I kept the lights on all day long."

"...A few days ago, the light in the living room was broken."

The old man's eyes were a little dazed, and he raised his head, not knowing whether he was looking at the lamp on the top of the living room or something,
"...An old man was trembling in the room, terrified, and just stayed in the bedroom all night."

The old man's eyes were cloudy, and his eyes were in a trance.

"...I still remember when I was young, the youngest was three or four years old, I was not afraid of the dark."

"I live with my parents in a one-story house, and my yard is right outside my door."

"At that time, a candle was lit in the house, and the fire was faintly reflected in the yard. I was in the dark yard, playing with the light by the door, and ran into the darkness from time to time. That's it. It seems that no one can see me... My father and mother are talking in the house, busy preparing for the next day's farm work, looking for bags of grain, repairing the hoe, rustling movements With some talking words, they spread from the house..."

"When I got older, when I was eleven or twelve years old, I started to be afraid of the dark. Someone died in the neighbor's house, a kind and kind old man. For some reason, I was terribly afraid..."

"...Then when I get older, I wish I could be alone, far away from my parents..."

"...And then, I got married, and my parents followed one after another... I started to be a little scared again..."

"...and then, my wife also went to the back, and the room seemed to be empty all of a sudden...

My old lady likes to talk to people, I am not good at it... It seems that I can only stay in the house.

At night, I always feel that the outside of the house is dark, dark, and I want to squeeze in through the window at once. "

The old man spoke aloud, and then paused.

Chen Lun's eyes were calm, and he fell on the old man, just listening to what the old man wanted to say.

"... But fortunately, I found someone to help and repaired the lamp. Otherwise, I would be really scared..."

The old man was talking, and then looked at the lamp on the top of the living room emitting some light,
Pause again, eyes tranced,

I haven't spoken for a long time.

"...Xiao Chen,"

The old man lowered his head again, his eyes were a little red,
"...Did I cook the dishes earlier? Those dishes must be broken, right?"

With a trembling voice, the old man asked Chen Lun.

Chen Lun's eyes fell on the old man, calmly.

He paused for a while, then turned his eyes a little bit, and landed on the table in front of him,
"The dishes on this table are just right."

Chen Lun looked at the dishes on the table in front of him, and said something aloud.

"It's just right, it's just right... let's not talk about this, Xiao Chen, let's eat, there are still a lot of dishes."

The old man murmured a few words, and then some smiles appeared on his face,

Then he greeted Chen Lun and said aloud.

"Boom thump... thump thump..."

"There are quite a lot of people in the house today. Xiao Chen, eat first, and I'll open the door."

At this time, there was a knock on the closed living room door.

The old man paused, put down the chopsticks in his hand, got up with a smile, and went to open the door.

(End of this chapter)