When the mirror ends

Peng: Why are you sitting here? It's your turn to be on duty.

Sun: Hmm... [bows his head] Am I really qualified...

Peng: What qualifications?

Sun: I am taking medicine myself, can I be a good psychiatrist...?

Peng: Huh?what happens?

Sun: No, nothing.

Peng Zefeng sat down.

Peng: You can tell me, although I'm not that professional yet.

Sun: I... I'm afraid I won't be able to keep going. They don't want me to be a psychiatrist. I hate them. I could... I could have been a normal person.

Peng: Don't give up on yourself.The only one who can really make a change is yourself. Even if you live in a cloudy world, you have to light a fire and barbecue for yourself, eat and drink enough, and reward yourself for your persistence.Are they... ostracizing you?

Sun: [Nods] Because of the rumors, no one wants to talk to me, and all my original friends... have left.

Peng: [frowning] How long has it been?

Sun: It started when I was a freshman.

Peng: How long have you been taking medicine?

Sun: During the summer vacation of freshman year.

Sun Leming was frightened by Peng Zefeng's suddenly stiff face, and subconsciously hid his hands behind his back.

Peng: Show me your hand.

Sun: My hand...what, what's wrong?

Peng: Give it to me.

Sun Leming stretched out his hand, and Peng Zefeng pushed up his sleeve, then stared at the dense scars on it without saying a word.

Sun: That... I made it myself, sometimes the pressure is too much... I, I don't want to... But, but, it doesn't hurt...

Peng: With so many knives, tell me it doesn't hurt?If you don’t choose so many methods, you use other people’s mistakes to punish yourself?

Sun: Don't be angry, I, I...

Peng: Other people's opinions are not as important as you think... [Adjust tone] Everyone should know whether the rumor is true after so long. Don't punish yourself with others' distrust.

Sun: I know. (But I can't.)

Peng: [Pauses for a long time] You are on duty first, and I will take care of things.

The next day, the class teacher who hadn't shown up for a long time notified the class committee to call everyone back for a class meeting with the theme of "apology".

Sun Leming stood in the middle of the classroom, tears streaming down his face.

Many years later, Sun Leming, who graduated from graduate school, worked as a psychological counselor in a middle school, mainly solving school violence incidents and helping children plan for the future.

Occasionally, in his spare time, Sun Leming would call Peng Zefeng and laugh at him being let off by Yu Feng again.

Sun: Are you off work?

Peng: Down.

Sun: What are you doing?

Peng: I plan to make hot pot, but Xiaofeng is on a date, and I am thinking whether to order someone or save some for tomorrow.

Sun: Can I be invited?

Peng: If you like. [Slightly upset] They always say that you are my spare tire, and it will be your turn when Xiaofeng is not around.

Sun: Hahaha... Who said other people's opinions don't matter?Just tidy up here and go.

Peng: Still in school?

Sun: Yes.

Peng: Then I will pick you up in the past. I will be there in about 5 minutes. You can wait for me at the school gate.

Sun: [laughs] Okay.

Peng: [Suddenly serious] You are really not a spare tire.

Sun: I understand.

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