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Xia Yao and Lao Yang ate vegetarian food in the temple at noon, white rice and fried cabbage.Xia Yao soaked some boiling water, because the rice was too hard.

Lao Yang ate the dried chilies in two cabbages, breathed out so hot, with tears in his eyes, he asked a very serious question: "Girl, do you want to be a war reporter?"

Xia Yao raised her head and looked at Lao Yang, with a rare emotion on her face. Going to the battlefield is almost the highest pursuit of every reporter with ideals, but this question came too suddenly, and it is not easy to answer. Xia Yao put down her chopsticks: "With my qualifications, I may not meet the requirements."

Lao Yang smiled: "Isn't there a mentor here?"

It doesn't look like a joke, Xia Yao: "What do you mean?"

Lao Yang: "Although our newspaper office has no experience in this field, it has this plan and cooperates with Xinhua News Agency. Two people can go to it."

Looking at the old-fashioned kettle on the table, Xia Yao rarely frowned because of thinking rather than worry, and said after a few minutes: "Let me think about it, is it okay?"

Lao Yang picked up the bowl, ate the food, and swallowed it down: "One week at most."

"it is good."

After eating, Xia Yao walked around the temple and finally stopped in front of the Avalokitesvara statue. On the right was an old monk knocking on a wooden fish, and there were several incense sticks emitting green smoke in the yard outside.

After half an hour, Lao Yang came over: "Let's go, we're going down the mountain."

Xia Yao nodded and followed.

The accident happened more than [-] meters away from the temple. Several people rushed out from the nearby woods and blocked their way.

Lao Yang stood in front of Xia Yao and angrily said, "What are you doing!"

No one answered, because the fist had already been swung.

In the blink of an eye, Xia Yao was punched in the back and fell to the ground. The moment was quick but felt long.Her eyes reflected the blue sky that had not been polluted by heavy industry, and the shape of the white clouds was like a galloping horse. By the time she felt the dull pain from her back, arms, and thighs, the group of people had already said a word and left. up.

"Don't fucking meddle in Fu Chunrong's affairs, or you will be killed."

This is a warning, I don't know if it counts as being unreasonable or not, Xia Yao felt that they didn't hit hard, her whole body was like climbing a very high mountain, and the dull pain when she woke up the next day, she could feel it within the tolerance range.Xia Yao got up and slowly moved over. Lao Yang was paralyzed on the ground, covered in blood.

Much heavier than what she endured.

They were sent down the mountain by the temple's car.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, Lao Yang was still infusion.When going down the mountain, Xia Yao's face turned pale with fright, Lao Gao's face was swollen, and his chest was covered with blood. After going to the hospital for an examination, he found out that two teeth had been knocked out.

Lao Yang was still laughing, his cell phone had been broken, and asked Xia Yao to take some pictures of him with her cell phone.

**

At four o'clock in the afternoon, Song Xinci came out of the hospital. She had a long chat with the psychiatrist and gained a deeper understanding of obsessive-compulsive disorder.Knowing that one of the roots of obsessive-compulsive disorder is fear, patients over-magnify a certain tragedy, fearing that the same thing will happen to themselves, and full of anxiety and uneasiness, repetitive actions and thoughts are an outlet for them to vent .Most patients are not ignorant that such worries come for no reason, and these actions cannot guarantee that they will stay away from bad things 100%, so they will try to resist.However, most of this resistance is hitting a stone with a pebble, which will only make yourself more and more anxious and restless, and thus get stuck in it.Serious ones can no longer maintain normal life and even suffer from depression.

Of course, some may be due to the pursuit of perfection, and some may be due to lack of security and so on.The causes of mental illness are very complicated. The doctor said that family members must understand, instead of feeling hypocritical, and don't try to reason, because the patient may understand these reasons better than you.

"Let nature take its course and do what should be done." Song Xinci steered the steering wheel, which was the basic treatment principle of Morita Therapy, which the doctor told her was applicable to obsessive-compulsive disorder, social phobia and other diseases.

Accept it naturally, treat troubles as a natural emotion, don't resist, don't escape, this is what Song Xinci wants to tell Xia Yao.

As for family members, keep a good attitude and don't express excessive worry.To understand, support, encourage, and make patients feel warm.

"Sense of security, sense of security—" Song Xinci repeated in a low voice while waiting for the green light.

It seems that today's trip to the hospital was not in vain.

When the car stopped at the entrance of the Mid-Levels Hotel, it was already 08:30 in the evening.

A crescent moon hangs in the night sky, the car boy opens the car door, two foreigners pass by, a car drives out of the parking lot, the air is cold, everyone has their own stories.

Song Xinci got out of the car, opened the trunk, held 99 champagne roses in his left hand, threw the car keys to the driver, and walked into the hotel with a box of fruit cakes in his right hand.

What can bring more security than confessing your heart.

Song Xinci stepped on the red high-heeled shoes and walked in gracefully all the way. He was in a good mood, so he smiled at all the gazes that were thrown at him. His calm eyes were actually a little nervous.

Without using the room card, I knocked on the door lightly a few times.

As soon as Xia Yao opened the door, a large bouquet of roses greeted her eyes. Someone hid behind the flowers and said, "Miss, are these the flowers you ordered?"

Xia Yao turned her head and smiled for two seconds, then turned around and took the flowers: "Thank you." Then she turned sideways to make way, "Come in quickly, it's cold outside."

Song Xinci closed the door behind his back: "I didn't come here."

"That's right." Xia Yao held the flowers, endured the pain, and walked slowly to the sofa step by step, "I must be tired after driving all day."

Perhaps because of nervousness, Song Xinci didn't notice anything unusual: "I'm not very tired." How should I say it.

Xia Yao carefully placed the flowers on the sofa, not wanting to look away, she said, "I'll put the water away for you."

The sooner she rests, the lower the chance of discovering Song Xinci, so Xia Yao took a shower early and planned to sleep when Song Xinci came back.Even pretending to be asleep on the surface.

"Okay." Song Xinci put the cake on the coffee table, smiled softly, "I brought it for you."

Xia Yao tried not to move: "Then I'll eat first, and the pajamas are on the bed."

Song Xinci walked to the bedroom, pajamas were on the bed... I know what to do.

When Xia Yao didn't move, she felt fine, but she felt a little pain. When she saw the cake on the tea table, she lowered her head and laughed again. She sat on the sofa and buried her face sideways in the roses.

Really fragrant.

New words, Song Xinci.

Xia Yao looked out of the window, and after a while read: "The night is quiet and the moon is still the same, holding hands to look at the morning and evening. It's a rare encounter, and we have learned a lot. Home, home, a new song is like a complaint. "

Haha, let’s call it Rumengling. Roses.

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