I thought I was a vampire, my boyfriend said no

Under the bright night sky, people's eyes are brighter than the stars.

Mao Xiaoluo suddenly found that the time was very handsome. The meeting two days ago was too flustered, and he didn't have time to take a closer look. At this time, under the warm tea light, in the warm room holding a hot drink, he had a little leisure to look at the situation. An old classmate, but he only dared to sneak a little glance with the corner of his eye. I don't know if it was his illusion. At the moment when the night was completely poured down, Time's light brown eyeballs looked like cats, and they changed instantly. Shape, suddenly a lot of spirit.

Mao Xiaoluo glanced at it twice and didn't dare to look any more. He held his teacup and looked back out of the window in a disguised manner, and said, "It's so lively here at night."

"..." Time became tense, and I searched for an excuse, "There are more discos here, and it seems lively at night."

Mao Xiaoluo just said it casually, and didn't think about it deeply. He smiled and didn't answer when he heard him talking like this.

Shi Shi then changed the subject and said, "Do you remember what happened when you were a child?"

"What happened when I was a child?" Mao Xiaoluo's eyes began to look around the room. He didn't have a deep impression of childhood, and most of the bad things imprinted in his mind. He became a homeless orphan from that moment on.

Shi Shi observed his expression and immediately noticed his dodge, so he asked in a different way: "It was when we were studying together, I was..." Shi Shi said half-truthfully, "I was... actually often I deliberately talked to you to get your attention, but I didn't expect you to have no memory now."

Apologetic expression appeared on Mao Xiaoluo's face, and he said, "Actually, it's not that I didn't remember it at all, mainly because at that time..." He paused, and then continued, "At that time, something happened at my family, and the energy I put in school was exhausted. Less, often muddled..."

Shi Shi looked at him seriously, and waited for his next words, and he heard him go on to say: "In the first year of junior high school, my mother... was imprisoned for killing my stepfather."

Under normal circumstances, a polite listener should make a sensitive mark here and stop probing, but Time hesitated, and then asked: "Can you tell me why?" There were actually rumors in the school at that time, but everyone Most people only know the effect of things and not the reasons.

Sure enough, Mao Xiaoluo did not regain the relaxed expression just now, and made a defensive posture of retreating backwards with his trunk. He didn't answer for a long time, and his face turned pale.

Time did not give up, staring at him, waiting patiently.

Cold sweat broke out on Mao Xiaoluo's forehead, his whole body was tense, and his eyes were a little erratic. After a while, he said, "I don't know..."

Shi Shi thought to himself that his relationship with Mao Xiaoluo was still too complicated to be his counselor, and if he really wanted to undergo treatment, he couldn't guarantee that his personal feelings would not be mixed in the follow-up treatment process. So instead of pressing him, he refilled a cup of tea and changed the subject: "I remember you brought different snacks from home to school every day. They were delicious. Did your mother make them?"

"No..." Mao Xiaoluo's speech speed and voice were viscous and vague when he answered. His eyes looked at the bookcase in the living room, the landscape picture frame next to the bookcase, and the half-dead green plants on the window sill. Everything was strange to him, except for the man in front of him, "She was working in a food processing factory at the time, and she often had defective products that could not be sold, so she packed them up and went home..."

Shi Shi didn't expect that even such a sweet memory would have an untouchable side. He couldn't find the language to deal with it for a while, opened his mouth, and whispered: "I'm sorry." Then he lowered his head in shame.

When Mao Xiaoluo saw his appearance, the tension in his heart dissipated a little, the din of various thoughts in his head just now seemed to gradually fade away, and the crying of the nervous and sensitive little boy in his heart also dissipated. "It's okay, it's nothing." He said casually.

Time thought, as his current friend, this kind of consultation could not go on, so he said: "Based on your experience a few days ago, I suggest you seek a counselor for consultation, after all, something happened..." He gestured awkwardly with his hand twice in the air, and then said, "I can introduce you to a very reliable counselor."

It was only then that Mao Xiaoluo realized that he was doing psychological counseling with him just now, so he felt embarrassed about his performance just now, and said, "Can't you be my consultant? Although I don't know the specific fee, I can pay you according to the market price. Pay the consulting fee." After speaking, he began to allocate the surplus of savings and monthly salary in his mind.

Time said: "It's not about the money, it's because of our friendship, which is no longer suitable for simple psychological counseling. My friend is very reliable, and now he is also the leading psychological expert in China."

Mao Xiaoluo didn't nod or shake his head. He looked at him and said, "You can also think about it, or you can come to my place every day for a chat..." Speaking of Thinking of something here, I changed my mind, "Or I can go to your place, when you are resting, no matter when you need me, I can do it, by the way, I haven't called you yet..."

When Mao Xiaoluo got home that night, he received a WeChat message about the time. He turned on the ceiling light in the bedroom, walked to the window, and found that the time was still downstairs. He was leaning on the motorcycle, looking handsome in his black leather coat, holding his helmet in one hand He waved and greeted him with a warm smile on his face.Mao Xiaoluo hesitated, raised his hand and waved slightly at him, then watched him put on his helmet again, stepped on the motorcycle and galloped away in the opposite direction.

On the screen of the mobile phone is the WeChat message just sent by Time, with a blushing and smiling expression, as if it still has a warm temperature, and a sentence is written underneath: "No matter what questions you have, please contact me at any time, I am always here."