Monster Psychology Clinic

Brother, can you tell me why this is?

Simon didn't know.

Zhao Lingling's wife has been dead for hundreds of years, how can the living know the thoughts of the dead?

Since the thoughts of the dead are unknown, it is only based on the speculation of the living.This is also a common tactic used by psychiatrists—using their own countertransference to understand the patient's world.

This sounds a bit professional, but in layman's terms: We are all human, so what I feel about you, probably others feel the same way about you.So I can use how I feel about you to infer what your life is like and what problems you have encountered.

So Simon said honestly: "Junior Sister... Well, forget it, don't care what you call it. I have had a crush on you for a while."

Zhao Lingling started to laugh, her smile was very beautiful, gentle and charming, without any displeasure.

Simon felt that Junior Sister's reaction was a bit strange, so he continued: "Then, how do you feel about me now?"

Zhao Lingling blinked, thought for a while and said, "It's impossible for us to pull."

Huh?Simon discovered in time that the junior sister avoided his question.

So Simon decided to hold on to it: "Aren't you unhappy to hear me say that?"

Zhao Lingling shook her head.

Simon was a little unwilling: "Don't you think I'm disgusting?"

Zhao Lingling continued to shake her head, with a smile on the corner of her mouth, she didn't seem to realize that there was something wrong with senior brother being a big man secretly in love with herself.

Simon continued his efforts: "So, even if you imagine my male boss now, won't you feel disgusted and disgusted?"

Zhao Lingling supported his head with his hands, he didn't think anything was disgusting, so he thought for a while and said, "Brother must be bigger than mine."

Immediately, his face was flushed, and he complained a little embarrassedly: "Don't talk about it, I am a monster, you are human, and you are all men, it is impossible! Brother, don't think about it!"

Simon thought for a while and asked very seriously: "Tell me, how many times a week did you and your wife have sex?"

Zhao Lingling suddenly understood what Simon meant. He stood up with a swish, and spun around anxiously, with anger: "You don't need to talk! I know what you're thinking! I'm not, I hate masculinity the most! It's just...very disgusting!"

Simon said, "You didn't answer my question."

Zhao Lingling said: "You made a mistake! No!"

Simon said: "You didn't answer my question, how many times a week?!"

Zhao Lingling suddenly faltered, she sat down on the spot, and said: "I have never done anything with men, of course, except for my wife, I have never done anything with women...I am not..."

Simon said, "Don't you dare go back to my question?"

Zhao Lingling looked desperately at the darkness in the distance, her mouth opened and closed like a dying fish out of the water.

Zhao Lingling said: "In the beginning...in the first month when we got married, it was about once a week. Later...about once a month or two...Once, maybe not yet...I can't remember..."

Zhao Lingling lowered her head weakly, inserted her hands into her hair, and sighed from the bottom of her heart.

From getting married at the age of 16 to leaving home at the age of [-], his happiest thing is studying.As for sex—he wasn't interested.Not only is he not interested, it is simply a headache!Sometimes he even thinks that his wife is good in everything, even in bed... If only she was more virtuous, it would be great!

Simon didn't speak, picked up the kettle on the side, and poured a glass of water for the little junior sister.

Simon said, "You know, it's not normal."

Yeah, of course it's not normal that a young man with a wife, out of the prime of his sexuality, has little interest in her.

Maybe it's because his wife looks ordinary, but after ten years away, what kind of beautiful girl hasn't seen?There was no struggle to resist the temptation at all.

After thinking about it for a second, Simon understood his wife's heart.

As a woman, if she is treated like this by her husband, she probably hates it in her heart.

It should be hatred to the marrow, because - she has no way to express any of her grievances.If the husband is really empathetic, he will have a beautiful little girl.She could point to her nose with a rolling pin and call him "Chen Shimei" and call him "shameless".

If the husband is really incompetent, it can be regarded as resignation.Anyway, you can cry to your mother-in-law and natal family.But there are two children, so what's the use of telling this kind of thing apart from proving that he is incapable and can't even win over such a good man?

Besides—how can I say?

Besides, she really didn't know where she was wrong?I don't even know why this is!

He wants to study hard in a cold window, he wants to win fame, and he finally returns to his hometown in rich clothes.

She doesn't need these at all.She just needs to be by her side, with her heart by her side.

Who cares about your court flower?Who cares about your unique color?

What's the use of exploring flowers if you haven't returned home for ten years?

What's the use of Liu Xiahui who has never looked into her eyes after being married for many years?

I would rather find a man with a good heart, at least his love for me is true.

At least I can hold a rolling pin and yell "You unlucky one".

The scariest thing in the world is not betrayal or heartlessness.Rather—everyone says you are a wishful gentleman, but I am the only one who knows the bitterness.

Zhao Lingling left in a daze.

It never occurred to him that it was because of this.

He never felt that it was because of it.

Husband and wife, shouldn't husband and wife help each other and love each other?Love companionship or something is not important.

At this moment, she happened to pass by a mirror on the corner of the street, and a pretty girl was reflected in the mirror.

The girl smiled at the mirror, her eyes shining like stars in the sky.The ponytail was already a little messy, and a few strands of hair fell on the forehead, adding a touch of charm.

Zhao Lingling touched her face, a little dazed.

Hundreds of years have passed, but I didn't realize that I actually liked men.

Hundreds of years have passed, she has a beautiful face like a flower, but she has never had a real skin relationship with anyone, what a waste of this good skin.

Zhao Lingling sighed in her heart and walked forward.

At this moment, the morning light is twilight, and the streets are still dark, but the sky has turned blue.

Suddenly, a voice sounded behind Zhao Lingling: "Beauty, are you walking alone at night so early?"

Zhao Lingling turned around, but saw a boy standing about one meter behind him.It may not be appropriate to say that he is a boy, because although the man is young, he looks like he is in his early twenties, but he is tall and tall, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and a hulking back. It is more appropriate to say he is a boy than a big man.

Zhao Lingling suddenly understood why he couldn't forget his wife.Because Zhao's wife was born like this back then, as a woman, she was indeed a bit ugly.But if it is a man, it is majestic.

He felt a little bitter, but also a little happy.

He felt that something seemed to flow down at this moment, and he brushed aside the tears that fell on the back of his hand indifferently.

Hundreds of years have passed, and now there is no need to entangle those things that cannot be understood.

Zhao Lingling saw a black cat that seemed to catch his tears, but he didn't care, he just wanted to know what he liked!

So he said: "Yeah, I just broke up with my boyfriend. His wife is so powerful. He wants to find someone to beat me. Fortunately, I run fast. You..."

When she said this, Zhao Lingling's voice became weak: "Can you help me?"

The burly boy opened his arms: "It's okay, I will guarantee that no one can bully you for the rest of your life!"

Zhao Lingling felt her heart skip a beat, and leaned against the boy's shoulder involuntarily, but unexpectedly, the boy pressed Zhao Lingling's shoulder.

Zhao Lingling only felt a strong force pressing towards her, and that ordinary-looking boy seemed to have a dazzling light in his hands.Before she could figure out what happened, her eyes went dark and she completely lost consciousness.

On this street, the boy looked at the cloth bag in his hand with satisfaction, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"I've been following this monster for a long time, and I finally subdued it today!" The boy put the cloth bag into his backpack, zipped it up, and continued walking, looking around while walking.

In the end, he stopped at the door of a youth hostel named "Clash Color".

The boy took out a golden compass from his backpack, and when he opened it, he saw that the pointer of the compass was spinning crazily.

"What's going on here?!" The boy scratched his head, "It's obvious that there is a big monster here, but the compass passed down by my master, why doesn't it work right now?"

The boy walked into the youth hostel while talking.At the reception desk, the boss who just woke up rubbed his eyes, yawned, and said, "ID card!"

So the boy opened his backpack again, took out his ID card from it, and handed it over.

The boy's name is displayed on the ID card: Yue Ai

While entering the boy's ID card into the system, the boss said, "Your name is very interesting~!"

Yue Ai said: "My parents took it, there's nothing I can do about it. When I was young, I was always called Aiai, it's just a childhood shadow."

The boss nodded and explained a few words. After handing over the room card and deposit slip to Yue Ai, the busy day began.

Yue Ai picked up her backpack, walked through the front hall, and came to the yard.

It was still early, and it was foggy again. There was no one in the yard, only the big pagoda tree in the middle of the yard rustling in the morning wind.

Yue Ai raised her eyes and looked around the yard.

A yard that is not too big, but not too small.A few stone tables, a few chairs, this scene is somewhat familiar for no reason.

In particular, the young man sitting in a hut.

The young man was wearing a white shirt and a jacket outside. He looked refined and fair. He was sitting in front of the coffee table with a book on it.

On this foggy morning, this gentle and clean young man was studying.With a serious look, he put his whole body into it.

Yue Ai felt her heart skip a beat for no reason, why is this scene so familiar?

He wanted to go forward and say a few words to the young scholar.But for some reason, when he approached, he felt a dull pain in his heart, which made him unable to take another half step forward.

Yue Ai stood where she was, looked at the young man sitting in the thatched shed for a while, then turned and walked towards her room.

When he came out this time, besides slaying demons along the way, he also had a more important thing to do.Entrusted by his master, he came to look for his grandfather.Therefore, it is better not to cause trouble until you find your grandpa.

Yue Ai went to her room and took out the portrait of Grandpa Shizu from her backpack.

It was a scroll, the portrait was old, and the paper was a little yellowed.But this does not affect the exquisiteness of this painting in the slightest.

In the painting is a young man, wearing a purple Taoist robe, holding a dust whisk in his hand, and looks like a fairy.The lines are exquisite, with an indescribable charm.

Yue Ai sighed: "Reverend Zibai, I've been looking for you for a long time, where are you?"