The "end" of the wrong male god

When Fu Chengqi came to the door of the consulting room, there were still 10 minutes before the appointment time.

He poked his neck and glanced in through the glass on the door.I saw a woman in a white coat smiling and talking to the man sitting opposite her.The man seemed a little excited, he was gesticulating and talking about something.

Fu Chengqi raised his eyebrows, went to the water dispenser at the end of the corridor to get a glass of water, and then sat on the waiting chair outside the door.

He took out his mobile phone from his pocket, first checked Weibo and WeChat, and after seeing that there was no interesting news, he opened the University Town Forum.Fu Chengqi habitually entered his name in the search bar, then clicked the search button, and a bunch of posts popped up.

In chronological order, he clicked on several posts and flipped through a few pages.After seeing that most of them were brainless fans fighting, I quit and wanted to search with another word.At this moment, he suddenly found a post that was posted just a few days ago at the bottom of the current page, and there were not many replies, and it seemed that it was sunk not long after it was posted.However, the title of this post made him feel a little nervous.

- Excuse me, does anyone know who the anchor of the "Occasionally" radio station is?

Fu Chengqi saw that the title didn't include his name, but he was lying in the search item.Immediately realized that someone had mentioned him in the comments.So he quickly clicked in, and as expected, at the bottom of several "don't know" and "never heard of" comments, he saw a reply with his name on it.

- I've heard it several times, and if I'm not mistaken, it should be Fu Chengqi.

Fu Chengqi frowned, and then clicked on the username called "Drop the Vest".As he expected, the person's homepage was blank, and he replied with a trumpet at first glance.

Fu Chengqi didn't have time to care about these.He quickly replied with a few extremely sensitive words at the bottom of the post, and then clicked Report.

In less than 5 minutes, the post was harmonized.

Then he entered the occasional radio station into the search bar. After seeing posts that searched for "occasionally" and "radio station" separately, Fu Chengqi leaned back in his chair and let out a long sigh of relief. Finally put it down.He was about to check the time again when he heard the door open first.Fu Chengqi stood up quickly.

"No big problem. After I go back, I still maintain a good schedule like last week, and try to meditate once every night." The woman in a white coat came out first, and she patted the man on the shoulder and said softly: "Don't give yourself Too much pressure, take your time. Okay, go back. I still have patients, so I won’t send you off.”

"Well, thank you, Dr. Shang. Then I'll come to see you next week." The man waved at her, then turned and walked towards the elevator.

After Dr. Shang watched him leave, he turned around and smiled at Fu Chengqi, "Xiao Qi, why did you arrive so early today?"

"It's nothing, I came here earlier." Fu Chengqi followed her into the house.

While closing the door, Dr. Shang asked again, "Hey? What happened to your hand?"

"Oh. It's nothing, I accidentally broke in a few days ago." Fu Chengqi subconsciously hid his hands behind his back.

After catching his reaction, Dr. Shang folded his arms and said with a half-smile, "Xiao Qi, do you know that lying to a psychiatrist is like nothing?"

Fu Chengqi pursed his lips and said nothing.

"It's like going to the police station to steal something. It's a very stupid act." Dr. Shang gave him an annoyed look, then pointed to the seat, "Sit down, I'll pour you a glass of hot water."

"Doctor Shang, I was wrong." Fu Chengqi confessed honestly: "When I was fighting, Fu Cheng said that I made it like this."

"You fought again..." Dr. Shang was halfway through speaking, and suddenly asked, "When did you fight?"

"Huh?" Fu Chengqi thought for a while, "It seems to be Friday."

Dr. Shang nodded thoughtfully, put the water glass in front of him, sat down again and asked, "Xiao Qi, has anything happened to make you happy in recent days?"

Fu Chengqi paused, "No, why do you ask that?"

"Don't worry about answering me," Dr. Shang raised his hand, "Recall carefully, from last Friday night to today, what happened to you that made you feel interesting or amusing."

Fu Chengqi lowered his eyes and pondered for a while, then raised his head and said, "I met a fan audience. His Weibo name is 'Super Huahua of Bread Superman'. Doctor Shang, do you have any impression of this person?"

"Of course, didn't you just like his comment last night?" Dr. Shang stood up with a smile, "OK, then let's talk about your fan today."

"Ah? What are you talking about him for?" Fu Chengqi stood up suspiciously.

Dr. Shang patted him on the shoulder, "Don't worry, I'll tell you when you wake up."

After speaking, she walked into the next room, and after a little preparation, she called Fu Chengqi in.

Fu Chengqi took off his coat, turned off his phone, lay down on the massage chair, and asked with some concern, "Doctor Shang, what's so special about that fan?"

"It's very special, I have to listen to what you have to say." Dr. Shang helped him adjust the back of the massage chair to a comfortable angle, then sat down, stretched out his hand and said softly: "Okay, don't think about anything now .Close your eyes and try to relax your whole body."

Fu Chengqi blinked, sighed lightly and closed his eyes obediently.

When Fu Chengqi woke up again, Dr. Shang was no longer by his side.It was pitch black in the treatment room.He rubbed his eyes, and after waking up a little, he slowly raised his upper body and rang the call bell under the armrest.

Doctor Shang quickly knocked on the door and walked in.After turning on the light in the room, she stepped forward to help him straighten the massage chair and asked, "How is it? Xiao Qi, do you feel that you are sleeping well?"

Fu Chengqi hummed heavily in a nasal voice, raised his head and asked, "Doctor Shang, how long have I been asleep?"

Dr. Shang looked up at his watch and replied, "It's more than five hours. You slept for a long time this time. It's dark outside."

"Ah? No wonder it feels so comfortable." Fu Chengqi stretched with a smile.

Dr. Shang smiled, patted him on the shoulder and said, "It's good to be comfortable. Put on your shoes and come out. Let's talk."

As soon as Fu Chengqi came out, he saw a piece of drawing paper on the desk.After Dr. Shang sat down, he handed him the drawing paper and said, "Hey, I drew this based on your dream today. You should take a look first."

Fu Chengqi glanced at her, then took the drawing paper.He immediately laughed when he saw what was painted on it.In a rough sea, a boy was floating on the sea with a huge croissant in his arms.He wears headphones and seems to be singing.Fu Chengqi pointed at the croissant and asked with a smile, "Doctor Shang, what the hell is this?"

"This is the driftwood you described to me today." Dr. Shang looked at him, "Xiao Qi, that fan of yours runs a bakery, right?"

When Fu Chengqi heard this, the smile on his face gradually froze.Pointing to the painting, he asked, "You mean, I took him for driftwood?"

Dr. Shang nodded, put the drawing paper on the table and continued: "Xiao Qi, do you know why I want to talk to you about your fan today? First of all, you may not have noticed a change in you. You In the past few days, you have been updating Weibo very diligently. Before, you could only update it once in half a month or so, but in the past week or so, you have updated it almost every day. Even after a fight last Friday, you injured your hand and not only did you not break What's more, on the contrary, you are still in a good mood to learn the sound of small animals. What does this mean? It means that you subconsciously regard a happy thing as more important than hurting you and being scolded by your family. So this is also my Why did I ask you if something good happened to you recently before the treatment. After you told me that you met a fan, and that person was someone you liked a lot recently, I probably guessed why you were happy. "

Fu Chengqi looked at her blankly, and asked stammeringly, "What, why. You, you mean, did you say I like him?"

Doctor Shang laughed, nodded his head and said with a smile: "You are stupid, don't you know if you like someone? I don't mean that you like him, but that you see this fan subconsciously. It’s important. It’s like this driftwood, if you don’t hold on to it, it’s going to fall into the sea.”

Dr. Shang pointed to the scrap metal on the bottom of the sea in the painting and said: "Things in the depths of the sea represent your bad side such as fighting, skipping classes, bullying others, etc. This piece of bread driftwood represents your loyal audience fans. And you Singing freely means that you are free to do what you like, such as singing and being your music station. So the meaning of the string is that you actually want to grab your fans and use their approval to prove you You are talented, and the path you have chosen is correct. Without them, if no one recognizes you, you may really be degenerate. On the other hand, it also shows that you don’t like your current life at all, and you don’t want to degenerate into The real bad guy. But you have no confidence in yourself. A large part of this is because you have been denied by your family for many years and suppressed by your brother's aura. So you need someone to recognize you, believe in you, and even be willing to give you a hand. And This person is your loyal audience fan."

Dr. Shang took a sip of water, and said again: "In addition, the rough sea surface also represents your subconscious worry. You are worried that once your fans recognize you and find that you are not as good as in Weibo, you will lose your followers. So you Don’t dare to expose your radio station, don’t let your family know that you have this radio station and Weibo, and even use false voice when you speak to outsiders. Speaking of which, I have to remind you that even if you are born with a good voice, you can’t do that Spoil, long-term use of falsetto will damage the vocal cords."

"I know, so I hardly speak to the outside world." Fu Chengqi nodded slowly, and then said: "Doctor Shang, what should I do? I don't want to expose my identity immediately, I'm afraid they will leave without waiting for me to change. "

Dr. Shang smiled and said earnestly: "Well, you don't need to expose it now. But you must start now and pull out the thorns in your body little by little. Try to unify yourself with the image you have created on Weibo and the radio station. Xiaoqi, don't worry, I believe that if you do well, others will not deny your present and future because of your past."

After Fu Chengqi left the consulting room, he immediately took a taxi to Nanhua's store.He didn't know what was wrong with him. After receiving this psychotherapy, he was the first person he wanted to see.He wanted to hear Nianhua's slow voice as soon as possible, and wanted some comfort and satisfaction from him, even if he was laughing at him, it could comfort his restless heart at the moment.

Ten minutes later, when he took a taxi to the entrance of Nianhua Store, he just got out of the car when he saw Nianhua running out from behind the house in a panic.

"you…."

As soon as Fu Chengqi uttered a word, Nian Hua abruptly blocked the rest of his words.

"Huahua! You came just in time! Hurry up! Your brother and daughter-in-law are about to give birth! Help me carry it into the store, and I'll find tools to deliver it!"

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We, Xiao Qi, are slowly changing~