moon illusion

After a pause, Mrs. Yun put the T-shirt in her hand into the laundry basket at her feet, and was about to raise her hand to look at the content under that page.

Just when the fingertips were about to touch the paper, the sound of water in the bathroom stopped.

Madam Yun quickly withdrew her hand, and after calming down for a while, she yelled in the direction of the bathroom, "Xiaoye, mom took your dirty clothes away, so don't worry about it."

"Okay, thank you Mom!"

When she closed the door and stood in the corridor, Mrs. Yun's hands were still trembling slightly.I don't know if it's because I saw my son as a visitor, or because I have a guilty conscience.

Standing in front of the washing machine, the sound of water mixed with the roar of the washing machine filled the not-so-spacious laundry room.Mrs. Yun looked at the foam in the washing machine being stirred constantly, and fell into deep thought.

She knows her son best.Since he was a child, he never made his parents worry about him. On the one hand, it is because of Yun Jae-ye’s strong self-discipline and precocious intelligence, and on the other hand, his family background ensures that he can grow up in an environment with no worries about food and clothing.

The issue of "family of origin" that is popularly discussed in this era should not appear in Yun Zaye.

Later on, Yun Zaiye also went smoothly in his studies, and he hardly encountered any difficulties; there was no problem with his interpersonal relationship, and with Yun Zaiye's gentle temper, she really never imagined that Yun Zaiye would feel melancholy in interpersonal relationships...

If all these can be ruled out one by one, then the source of the problem Mrs. Yun can think of can be attributed to his sexual orientation in love.

Yes, it must be the reason.

Mrs. Yun blinked her eyes and affirmed herself once more in her heart.When Yun Zaiye realized such a problem for the first time, he must have felt flustered and doubtful, and it would never be the calmness and ease he had when negotiating with himself that day...

At this time, Yun Zaiye, who had just come out of the bathroom wrapped in a bath towel, didn't know that his mother had already planned a tragic drama for himself just one floor downstairs.

Mrs. Yun stood anxiously in the washing machine, flashing through her mind countless opening remarks that she later vetoed.

She had to find a way to convey this matter to her husband accurately and tactfully.

After finishing the laundry, Mrs. Yun hung the clothes to dry on the balcony, then hurried back upstairs and closed the bedroom door.

Mr. Yun, who heard the movement, turned around and put on his reading glasses, and asked, "Aren't you going to watch TV today?"

"Um……"

What I got was my wife's absent-minded perfunctory.

After thinking about it again and again, Mr. Yun took off his reading glasses and put them on the desk, came over and sat beside his wife.

"What's the matter? I think you have something on your mind?"

Madam Yun was silent for a while, then raised her head and asked, "Do you accept homosexuality?"

Yes, Mrs. Yun rehearsed alone for a long time, and found that her son's original question was indeed the most effective way.

Mr. Yun was stunned for a moment, and then he said, "Which TV series touched your sensitive and delicate heart?"

"Oh, be serious." Mrs. Yun patted Mr. Yun's shoulder, "I just want to know."

"Homosexuality...how should I put it?"

"I don't discriminate against them, and on the contrary, I respect them a lot. Because men and women are like the poles of a magnet, they tend to be opposites attract. But there are very few brave same-sex poles, they fall in love, then they You need to overcome a lot of resistance to embrace together."

"Then what if that person is your son?"

"Ono?!"

Mr. Yun looked at his wife with an unbelievable expression on his face, then gradually calmed down, and finally shook his head and let out a sigh of relief.

"Actually, there are signs of it, right? Ono has never had a girlfriend since he was a child, and the few times he was dragged on a blind date before, it ended without a problem..."

Mr. Yun's voice gradually faded, and then, silence invaded the entire space.

"He is with Feng Yao, but I don't think Xiao Ye is happy."

Hearing his wife's sudden opening, Mr. Yun was stunned for a moment, "Why? How do you know..."

"I just went to Ono's bedroom and saw his counseling records..."

After drying his hair, Yun Zaye sat at the desk, turned on the desk lamp and prepared to continue studying those cases.Of course, including your own.

In fact, he wanted to come to his consultation record. He was not interested in his persistence and struggle during that period of time, but wanted to learn more about hypnosis and the state and response of the hypnotized person.

After reading until late at night, Yun Zaiye rubbed his already stiff neck, washed his face and turned on the bed.

The next day, Qi Fengyao, who was still on vacation, woke up early for an unprecedented time.

He made an appointment with Meng Yuan today. He was going to buy some supplies for the trip and some food. Tonight, he would cook for himself and have a Chinese-style candlelight dinner with Master Yun.

And Mi Xiu, Yun Zaiye still doesn't seem to be immune to it... How about sending it to Mo Xun?

After tidying up, Qi Fengyao stepped out the door and arrived at the appointed place on time.

"It's quite early..." Before he finished speaking, Meng Yuan hurried over and interrupted Qi Fengyao's greeting.

"Fengyao! I found a milk tea shop a while ago, it's very similar to the one in high school, walk around..."

"Drink milk tea in the morning?"

"It doesn't matter, I can drink it, let's go..."

In the next second, Qi Fengyao was grabbed by one arm and walked in the direction completely opposite to the destination.

At this time, Yun Zaiye was sitting in front of the computer, looking at the visitor information that Lin Xian had just sent over with a headache.

Lin Xian hoped that he would come forward for this interview and consultation, but Yun Jae-ye was still hesitant, because he was afraid that not only would he fail to appease the visitor, but he would also make the whole thing worse because of personal emotional factors.

The data on the computer showed that the visitor was a 13-year-old girl from a single-parent family who had just entered the first grade of junior high school. The reason for receiving psychological intervention was...school bullying.

The mouse slides down quickly in Yun Zaiye's hand, and those bad words make Yun Zaye's already nervous heart get more and more twisted bit by bit.

Splashing water... locked in the bathroom... being ripped off their skirts... the instigators who were also bullied on campus, posted those videos and photos in the space, and used the Internet to spread them widely... and in the comments below, those who care There are very few people, but a group of applauding voices are fueling the flames...

Lin Xian was wrong, he was not a natural savior at all, not at all!

Faced with such a thing, the tragedy that happened in reality is so real, bloody spread out in front of his eyes, but he is powerless and helpless... He doesn't even have the courage to go over and cover such a tragedy with a white cloth ...

Looking further down, there is an inquiry record from the girl's mother. Under the mother's narration, Yun Zaiye once again had an in-depth understanding of the girl's growth environment——

Because I have a stuttering problem since I was a child, I have been treated maliciously by my classmates since I was in school, and I was often said in bad words... Both parents are working part-time, and the family environment is not good, so I can barely make ends meet... Girl My father has always hoped to have a son. He has been looking forward to a girl for a long time, but he still stammers... After drinking, he will come back and beat the girl. The poor mother hides in the room and dare not go out... She protects her daughter, That man will attack harder, but she can't leave, she can't live with her daughter alone...

Yun Zaiye gritted his teeth, restrained his emotions, and continued to scroll down, until the short line of words, with the most clean and neat technique, stung his eyes...

Behind the words "reason for divorce", a few small words are marked in red - father Gong is a daughter.

The mother, who leans on the construction site to filter sand every day, saw her daughter crying and struggling through the rickety door panel when she came home from get off work after a hard day.She thought that man who was not as good as a beast was beating his daughter after drinking.

Standing at the door and thinking for a while, this woman summoned up the greatest courage in her life, pushed open the door and wanted to take the child away, but when she opened the door, what she saw was that she was unwilling to go there again in her life. Recalling the scene...

That year, her poor little daughter was not yet six years old.

She rushed into the kitchen like crazy, took the rusty kitchen knife, and slashed at the man's back...

What happened later, she seemed to be unable to remember clearly, vaguely, it seemed that the neighbor across the door heard the movement and called the police, and after that, all that remained in her memory was the roar of the siren...

Yun Zaiye endured and endured, and finally he punched the tabletop, and some water stains dangled from the water glass beside him, staying deep and shallow on the tabletop.

Our sex cannot be mentioned, seen, spoken, acted or written.

But it can be implemented.

The follow-up of the development of the matter was that the inhuman man raped the young girl and was sentenced to three years and seven months in prison.

As the saying goes, "Three years of blood earning, the death penalty does not lose money."

In a colored frame, sex is shame, sex is crime, sex is forbidden.

But there are some people who, instead of condemning the makers of the incident, squatted beside the victim, weeping and spreading salt on her wound. They are also the sinners who created her nightmare.

Such a person is either stupid or bad.

But it has gotten so bad, how can things develop at worst?

If I, as an obliged and responsible psychologist, can't reach out to help her, or even just hug her, then what is the meaning of my existence?

After taking a deep breath, Yun Zaiye slowly typed three words in the dialogue with Lin Xian: I accept.