After a month after visiting Huaicheng No. 1 Middle School, Lin Yujing felt something was wrong with him.

She began to suffer from insomnia frequently.

Lin Yujing felt that she was quite calm now. She really didn't think about anything. Her mind was full of papers and classes every day, and she didn't have time to think about anything else.

I don’t know why, but I can’t sleep.

Insomnia is a very painful thing, unlike staying up late. The feeling of lying down while lying, closing your eyes and trying to empty your brain but tossing and turning can't sleep. It's like waiting for time to pass by minute by minute. It will make people very anxious over time.

She put Chen Juan's book under her pillow, and it actually had some effect. I don't know if it was a psychological effect.

But I don’t feel at ease after falling asleep. I often have a lot of messy dreams. I don’t remember it for a minute when I wake up in the morning, and I just feel so depressed.

Anorexia followed.

I don’t want to eat anything, and my stomach feels so uncomfortable. I force myself to retching for half a day after eating, and I vomit until I can’t spit out anything.

In this way, the average sleep of two or three hours a day and anorexia lasted for almost half a month. Even the little soft girl at the deskmate saw it and asked her: "Have you lost too fast recently?"

Lin Yu was shocked sometimes, she felt that her incredibly big-hearted little deskmate was simply a blooming sunflower in this depressing learning environment. Listening to her speaking, she could feel a little more relaxed.

She lowered her head and wrote the English paper. She quickly swept across the lines of reading the questions and did not stop: "I don't know, I haven't weighed for a long time."

Sometimes she feels that she is very good now. No matter how poor the sleep quality is at night, how many hours of sleep, or how uncomfortable the stomach is, she just sits in the classroom and opens the test paper with a pen in her hand, and can concentrate completely.

The little soft girl sighed, "Don't you look in the mirror? I don't think your face is very good either. Here--" She pinched her chubby face, "I've lost all my weight."

Lin Yuxing raised his head and looked at her: "Next English class."

Little Ruanmei: "I know."

Lin Yu asked in surprise: "Have you finished memorizing the words?"

The little soft girl was quiet for a second, then she screamed and went to flip through the English book, muttering that it was over, it was over, it was over.

After evening study, Lin Yu returned to the dormitory. After taking a shower, he wiped the mirror full of water vapor, and looked at himself in the mirror seriously.

It seems that I have lost a lot of weight, my eyes seem to be a little bigger than before, my eyes are very dark and my chin is so pointed that I feel like I have had a face-slimming injection.

He was as haggard as a stray child with a pause but no more.

Lin Yu sighed in surprise and went to the cafeteria to buy a raw porridge. He forced himself to eat half a bowl. In less than two minutes, he threw down the spoon and flushed into the toilet, holding the toilet and embarked on a new round of vomiting journey.

I can go home once a week in my second year of high school. When I arrive in my third year of high school, I will have classes on Saturdays and Sundays. I will have one day off for half a month. On the weekend, Lin Zhi will pick her up home.

Lin Zhi's face has been ugly for the past two weeks. Today, especially in the car, she would ask her about her study experience this week, how many points were, and how many points were, but today she didn't say a word, and the two of them were silent all the way.

Until you get home soon.

Lin Zhi suddenly shook her hand and turned the steering wheel. The car made a "sharp" sound and stopped on the side of the road.

Lin Yuxing looked out the car window. After more than ten seconds, he came to his senses and turned his head slowly.

Lin Zhi looked at her from the reversing mirror, her eyes cold: "Who are you doing it for?"

Lin Yu looked at her in a daze, as if she didn't understand.

"Look at what you have made yourself now? What does it mean? Revenge me?" Lin Zhi sneered and said, "You don't think this is effective, do you know what kind of temperament I am. Do you think you can affect me like this? I tell you Lin Yujing, if you don't have to do this, it's useless to me."

Lin Yu understood it in surprise.

She turned her head indifferently and turned to look out the car window.

Outside the car window is Huaicheng in winter. People on the street are wrapped in thick coats against the wall, and they walk forward with their heads down.

She didn't know what City A was like at this time, but the temperature in Huaicheng was much higher than that in the imperial capital, but it was still cold.

The damp and bone-wrinkled cold can make people feel the irrelevant coldness through the thick layer of car doors.

"Mom," Lin Yu looked out the window in surprise and said, "I can't eat or sleep."

Lin Zhi didn't say anything, pursed her lips, her eyes were a little red, as if she was trying hard to restrain her anger or something.

"I'm doing this every day. I'm trying very hard to make myself good, but it's useless," Lin Yu said in a low voice, "You can find me a psychiatrist."

The psychologist Lin Zhi found opened a private psychological clinic named Yan Heng. She looked about forty years old, wearing a pair of glasses, handsome and gentle, and spoke very slowly.

The clinic was on the top floor of an office building. Lin Yujing pushed the door and went in. The man put down the book in his hand and raised his head: "Lin Yujing?"

Lin Yu asked politely: "Hello."

Yan Heng smiled: "You look very similar to your mother."

Lin Yu was stunned and didn't know what to say.

"When she was sixteen or seventeen years old, she looked exactly the same as you, but her personality was much different," Yan Heng said, closing the book and standing up, "Is your mother very annoyed?"

Lin Yujing:...?

Lin Yu was shocked to think that this person's words sounded a bit inexplicably subtle.

She cleared her throat and didn't know what to say.

Yan Heng pointed to the single sofa in front of the floor-to-ceiling window: "Sit down."

Lin Yu walked over and sat down, watching him take a cup out of the wall cabinet: "Do you drink coffee? I have a kettle of greek coffee that someone else gave me before, I just made a pot," he turned around and blinked at her, "I haven't drunk such expensive coffee, and it is said that I can smell fruit."

Lin Yu smiled in surprise and relaxed a little. Seeing him coming with two cups of coffee, he couldn't help saying, "High calcium tablets, fruity flavor."

Yan Heng was stunned for a moment, then sat down opposite her with a smile: "You are more interesting than your mother. When she was as old as you, she was a majestic lady and had a princess disease."

Lin Yujing finally couldn't help it: "You and my mother..."

"High school classmate," Yan Heng sat down opposite her, "but don't worry, I won't tell her a word about what you said to me today. I still have this professional quality, and I hate her very much."

Lin Yujing didn't say anything, and took a sip of the said expensive coffee.

It seems to have a fruity smell.

"Your mother briefly told me about your situation. You were in City A before, were you?" Yan Heng put the coffee cup on the table and spoke in a dialect.

Lin Yu was stunned and raised his head.

"I am from City A," Yan Heng smiled, "I studied in high school in the imperial capital, and later came back."

Lin Yujing couldn't hear what he said clearly. When she heard the familiar dialect, her mind was a little confused.

Sometimes I say it.

His voice is nice and he is more sexy than his peers. He speaks dialect a little softer, low and gentler than Mandarin.

He had taught her a few words she often used in daily life. She said it in a bad way, so he leaned against the wall and smiled with his head. Listening to her crappy pronunciation, he lazily joked: "Are you a city native from Xinjiang?"

The little girl stared at him: "School tyrant, you are very arrogant. I have a hundred ways to make you unable to stay in No. 8 Middle School, do you believe it?"

Lin Yujing quickly lowered his head and raised his hand to rub his nose.

Yan Heng is a person who is very likely to feel close to people. Perhaps psychologists are like this. They have their own ways to build trust in them in a very short time.

After Lin Yujing finished speaking briefly, Yan Heng didn't interrupt much, and occasionally asked two questions. Until the end, he looked at Lin Yujing and asked in a warm voice: "Do you want to call your child?"

Lin Yu was shocked and didn't say anything.

think.

When I first went to No. 1 Middle School, I thought crazy.

What about now?

Although there is no telephone in the dormitory, there is actually a landline in the room of the social management aunt on the first floor of each dormitory building, and students usually talk to their parents.

Lin Yujing discovered this half a month ago, but she didn't go to call her either.

Yan Heng stared at her: "You're scared."

Lin Yu lowered his eyes in shock: "I don't know. I think I might not be able to hold on if I hear his voice."

When I didn't hear his voice, I felt that I could just call him.

But ** will expand.

When you really hear it, will you start to want to see him?

Will you try your best to escape from this prison-like place?

"I still hope you can tell me the truth," Yan Heng said, "You are not only afraid of this."

Lin Yu was shocked and didn't say anything.

"You are also afraid of your child's attitude, right?" Yan Heng said, "You have never met and had no contact since then. You feel that this time has been long enough to make a person change. From beginning to end, you have very little confidence in your relationship. In addition, you are now in a depressed environment in school, and the pressures of several parties have combined, which has led to your current anxious state. You are under too much pressure."

Lin Yu pursed his lips in shock and silently, but still didn't say anything.

Yan Heng leaned into the sofa, and finally couldn't help saying, "What kind of evil Lin Zhi has done? She made a good child like this."

Lin Yu took a sip of coffee and laughed with great mood as he heard this sentence: "I just don't believe this very much. I can't believe that there are really people in this world who will... like me all the time, and people will always change."

People who can't even get the love of their parents.

How can I ask others to love me?

"I rarely see children at your age, thinking so... rational and negative," Yan Heng sighed and said, "Do you want to hear my advice?"

Lin Yu took a deep breath: "Tell me."
To be continued...