Chaoying Psychotherapist [Zhongyingmei]

Nights on a Kansas farm are filled with the sound of frogs and insects.

In a side sleeper in a small country house, Cynthia is hanging on her back from the ceiling, gazing at the frowning man lying on the bed.

[Is it because my knowledge is too narrow, or is it that men from extraterrestrials now look like this...] Cynthia tried to find an adjective, but failed, 【Handsome? 】

[I remember you have been in the entertainment industry since you were 14, Cynthia.Is there a type of man you haven't met? ] The system retorted calmly.

Cynthia struggled to look away from the small town boy's face: [If I return to the age of 14, I must let Chris ask him to play Apollo.Look at this ancient Greek statue... I swear he will make "The Legend of Apollo" more than double the box office. 】

[At least for now, don't stare at others like a girl with a spring heart. 】The system said helplessly,【Look at it for a while, and your Apollo will become the next Hitler. 】

In the next second, a soft light slowly glowed from Cynthia's body.

[The ability has been activated. 】The system said.

Then, she saw a small figure appeared on the left shoulder of the man, wearing the same rustic plaid shirt as the man, with a round head and a round head, holding the flowered pillowcase with his pitifully short arms. One corner, sobbing and wiping away tears.

The little man was belching thinly as if he couldn't breathe, the little black curly hair on his forehead drooped listlessly, his big sky blue eyes were red from crying, and the tears steamed onto his long eyelashes, making them They are all tied up.

Cynthia took a deep, deep breath.

【...System, who do you think will become Hitler? 】

[The big one. 】The system said indifferently,【Once the moral sense in his heart collapses, he will rise up and rule the world, and then swallow this miniature doll hanging on his shoulder in one gulp. 】

【……】Cynthia said with a complicated expression, 【System, you are such a ruthless devil. 】

system:? ? ?

Cynthia floated down slowly, and brought her face closer to the villain.This pose makes her seem to be nestled on the small town boy's chest, but since she is now in spirit form, the scene looks more like a Japanese ghost movie than a romantic love movie.

Cynthia stretched out a finger, and lightly pressed it on the black-haired little man's head, and then fell in love with the feel of his rabbit-like hair.The little man looked over with his blue eyes, and choked up a little with his red nose.Cynthia could feel the slight tremor of his body when he sobbed. She moved her fingertips uncontrollably, shaking the little man's head up and down a little.He put down the corner of the pillow towel, stretched his short arms above his head, and hugged Cynthia's fingertips with his small hands, then pulled it off, hugged him in his arms, closed his eyes dependently, and used his chubby face up and down Rubbed.

Cynthia felt her heart melt.

"What's the matter, little one?" she said in the voice of the kindest mother in the world whispering to her child.

The blue-eyed little man rested his head on Cynthia's finger, shook his head slightly, then stretched out a small finger, pointing at the larger self, who was frowning and closed his eyes.

Cynthia lifted herself up from the dark-haired man's solid chest and looked into his face.He seemed to be sleeping very restlessly, his breathing was rapid, his brows were furrowed, and his eyes rolled quickly under his eyelids, accompanied by occasional limb struggles and fingers curling up.

[It is recommended that you use dream therapy. 】The system reminded aloud,【The difficulty of one-time tasks is generally relatively high, and in-depth intervention is required to completely solve hidden dangers. 】

【Okay...】 Cynthia looked at the handsome face of this small town boy, 【Let's invade... the brains of aliens. 】

The beginning of the dream was that he kicked a football away.

Like some kind of shooting star, the football cut through the blue sky at an incredible speed, turned into a small black spot, and disappeared at the end of the sky.

The boy with freckles on the side opened his mouth wide and looked at the place where the black spots disappeared, and then slowly turned his eyes back to him, crying loudly.

"Give me back my ball, the only football I have...Give it back, you freak! Freak!!"

"Tell me, where did you get Jake's football?... what?... are you lying? I'm going to call your daddy..."

"Look, that freak... yes, that's him, scary and weird, stay away from him..."

"How can you push the bus out of the water by yourself, stop lying, liar...disgusting psychopath..."

"I saw... I saw you pull the bus up with one hand, you're a monster, monster... I want the whole school to know who you really are, freak..."

He wanted to open his mouth, but something choked him; he wanted to shake his head, but he felt dizzy.

Countless malicious gazes and whispers that he thought no one else could hear stabbed at him like needles.In the next second, he was pushed into the deep sea by a big hand again, and the cold sea water surged from all directions, drowning him, swallowing him, and melting him.The sun was blocked by the membrane made of water, and slowly moved away from him, replaced by a biting cold, suffocation, oppressive feeling, everywhere.

Human beings, human malice, human selfishness, human ignorance...

He felt that everything was moving away from him, including the sea water, the annoying faces, and the noisy voices...

The wind beat against his skin.Pain, very pain, as if cut by countless knives.

A familiar figure suddenly appeared in front of his eyes. It was the person who carried him out of the alien cradle, the person who sang birthday songs for him, and the person who taught him to be a good person.

That was his adoptive father, his most important person.

He suddenly started to panic.

The violent winds whipped up cars, trees, everything.

He saw his adoptive father being pinned under the car, with blood spreading from under him.The stones and branches brought by the wind flew by crazily, and a calm smile appeared on the face of the adoptive father. He looked at him, shook his head firmly, and said, "No, child, don't show your difference. The world is not ready."

Blood flowed to his feet, climbed up his body strangely, and flowed to his palm.His palm was stained with his father's blood.

He raised his head, and the scenery in front of him changed again, the sun was hitting him softly, and a beautiful blonde reporter was standing opposite.

The beautiful reporter looked at him with a smile, and softly uttered honey-like words from her rose-colored lips.

"Please, I need to know everything about you, your background, where you came from, your abilities... everything about you, boy. The world needs to know everything about you."

He lowered his head again, blood was still stained on his palm, but the blood suddenly boiled up, splashed out from his hand, and splashed onto the reporter's clean face.

The blood fell on the reporter's lips, staining her mouth red, and there were two big gashes at the corners of her mouth.With a bloody and strange smile, the reporter slowly spit out the voice of his adoptive father: "No, child, the world is not ready yet."

The sun was firmly covered by thick dark clouds, black blood dripped from the corner of the reporter's mouth, she repeated intermittently like a broken wind-up toy: "No, child... no, this world has not yet... the world ...prepare... child..."

He suddenly felt extreme anger.

【...Tell me, the guy who had this dream is the same guy outside holding my finger and crying? 】Cynthia floated in the sky, looking at the scene below like a movie set, she said incredulously.

[Everyone will be angry. ] the system says, 【And when the meek break down, their rage shakes the world. 】

Cynthia looked into the bloodshot eyes of the boy in the small town: [What do I need to do? 】

[After falling into a dream, you will be omniscient and omnipotent.Here, you are the new god, and you are in control. 】The system answers.

"Ok."

Cynthia gave an interested smile.

"Then...God said, let there be light."

Behind her, the sun's rays cut through the clouds like a sharp knife and shone straight down.

Wherever the sun shines, everything is dark.In the warm air, the blood on the blond reporter slowly disappeared as if evaporating, and her cheeks became smooth again.

The reporter blinked, looked at the man opposite, and smiled softly: "Oh, boy, don't look at me with such embarrassing eyes. If you don't want to, will I force you?"

The black-haired man on the side looked at her blankly, his clenched fists still not relaxed, as if he didn't understand what happened.

Cynthia watched him from the sky, and said with a smirk, "Go to your mother, good boy."

So the sun slowly set, and a gentle full moon hung in the night sky.The reporter disappeared, and the surrounding scene became a vast cornfield.At the end of the green ocean, stands a cute little house. Next to the little house, a dog smelled the scent of its owner and barked loudly.

A woman's voice came from afar: "Is that you, my child?...Come here, come home!"

The big black-haired boy looked at his home, his eyes gradually brightened.A smile appeared on his face, and he ran towards the house.

"I miss you very much." The woman opened the door and gave him a big hug. "You came back just in time. I made some apple pies."

The man took out the plate from the oven, turned his head to look at the busy figure of his mother, hesitated for a while, and said: "Mom..."

"what?"

"You...don't you blame me?" The man's blue eyes flicked around nervously, "it's...father..."

"Oh, my child." The woman put down the work in her hand, turned around and took the man's head into her arms, "You have to know, everything we do is for your health and happiness. I, like your father, both We don't want you to be treated unfairly because of your specialness. We are willing to sacrifice for you, because we have always regarded you as our own son, no matter where you come from, or what you are going to do. The ability to define a person Not his genes, but his soul. And you, my child, your soul belongs to humanity forever, to this family."

The man blinked emotionally and showed a big smile, which made him look like the second sun on earth.

"Thank you, mother."

Cynthia floated down slowly, and leaned against the window, looking into the man's teary blue eyes.

[Now, this is the small town boy I just saw. ] She showed a satisfied smile and said to the system.

In the window, the man buried in his mother's arms suddenly looked in Cynthia's direction, and then his eyes widened in surprise.

Cynthia felt his gaze, frowned, and asked the system: [What's going on, can he see me? 】

[This means that your treatment was successful, and he has regained consciousness. 】The system said.

The man broke free from his mother's arms, walked to the window, and stared at Cynthia blankly.

"Are you... a moon elf or something?" he asked.

Cynthia couldn't help but rolled her eyes.

"There's no such thing, boy. You're only dreaming."

"Oh, okay." The black-haired man touched his nose, "Then why did you appear in my dream?"

"Ask yourself." Cynthia leaned into the window and tapped his head with her fingers, "Why do you bother me to fly all the way here?"

The man couldn't help touching his forehead, but he missed the point of what he said: "Thousands of miles away? Did you fly down from the moon?"

"Yes, yes." Cynthia said perfunctorily, "Now I should go back, goodbye."

She waved her hand towards the man, turned around and flew into the night sky, behind her, the glittering silver powder trailed a trail like a meteor.

The man's blue eyes chased after her figure, and he heard her say far away in the sky: "Everything needs a beginning. Maybe many people will fear you and attack you, but if you don't show them, they will never." Won't be ready. Do what you want, boy, and don't look down when you're up high."