Ye Lancheng calmly listened to Mu Ge's analysis and diagnosis, and then asked: "Then how to cure her anxiety disorder?"
"She is still suffering from mild anxiety and is far from relying on medication. The best way is to give her independent space and let her calm down slowly. When she is anxious, you must not talk to her.
She plays devil's advocate, otherwise it will only aggravate her anxiety. Give her a little more time, I believe she can heal herself," Mu Ge said.
With Mu Ge's professional analysis, Ye Lancheng felt relieved a little and thanked him: "Thank you."
"You're welcome. Zhisu's self-control is very good. If she feels that she can't control it well, she will come to me. Young Master Ye doesn't have to worry too much." Mu Ge comforted her.
Ye Lancheng hummed, thanked him again and hung up the phone.
The little wife was still revising the design drawings in the greenhouse, and then she threw them into a ball when she was not satisfied. There was already a small pile on the ground, and her expression became more and more irritable and uneasy.
Mu Ge said to let her digest it by herself. Her strong self-control can digest these negative emotions and anxiety, but how could he let it go?
An Zhisu's anxiety was as if he suddenly went berserk tonight. No matter how much he revised the design, he could not achieve satisfaction. The more dissatisfied he was, the more he wanted to revise it to satisfaction. The more anxious he became, the worse the drawing became. The whole person fell into a vicious cycle.
Being controlled by anxious negative emotions.
Not only did she throw away a lot of discarded design drawings on the ground, but there were also many broken pencils and watercolor pens. She even felt that even the pencils were working against her. They would break if she exerted even the slightest force, and everything went wrong.
Click!
When the nth pencil in his hand broke, An Zhisu collapsed completely. He let out a low growl and raised his hand to sweep all the useless design drawings, pencil cases and pen cases on the table to the ground.
There was a crashing sound in the greenhouse. Fortunately, the tempered glass was well insulated and did not wake up the resting grandmother and Bai Xinci. However, it brought the anxious An Zhisu back to her senses, and then she looked at the mess on the ground in amazement.
Lost consciousness for a while.
Could her anxiety finally be suppressed?
An Zhisu began to panic. She curled up in a chair, buried her head between her knees, put her hands in her head, and tried to tell herself to calm down, not to be anxious, to be calm, and not to be controlled by emotions.
She thought that since Ye Lishu'an, Tingnuan, her daughter, and Ding Qi were arrested, her hidden anxiety disorder would not manifest itself, but she overestimated herself. Any disease has an incubation period, and anxiety disorder is undoubtedly the kind of incubation period that can
For a long period of time, a small incident can be the straw that breaks the camel's back.
What should she do?
An Zhisu is very scared. Although anxiety disorder is just a manifestation of neurasthenia, severe neurasthenia can lead to mental disorder. Whenever she thinks of the mental patients in the mental hospital, she will become anxious and scared. She is afraid that she will die soon.
They have been assimilated unconsciously, and the seeds of mental illness have been planted.
Admit it was an unexpected encounter, you lived in my heart.
No matter how beautiful the scenery is, only you are different.
My heart is filled with you, and you are in every dream.
The sound of singing coming from far and near unexpectedly reached An Zhisu's ears. Her trembling body stiffened slightly and she subconsciously raised her ears, listening to this familiar voice.
My love for you has become a habit, and I wish you happiness.
The blooming flowers resemble your beautiful mood.
Hearing this, An Zhisu suddenly raised her head. Through the transparent glass of the greenhouse and the flowers blooming all over the room, she saw Ye Lancheng standing outside, his beautiful lips opening and closing, his voice low and unique, humming to her
A little love song that I particularly liked before.
Some time ago, An Zhisu became obsessed with a popular short video app. This song was what she heard on the app. The singer was an unknown female singer with a sweet voice, sweet lyrics and gesture dance, which made her
She never tires of hearing it.
Later, she heard a boy cover the song again, and now she felt more comfortable listening to the boy singing, so she pestered Ye Lancheng to sing to her, but Ye Lancheng still refused to sing, and she tried her best to get Ye Lancheng to agree.
At that time, An Zhisu concluded that Ye Lancheng's refusal to sing to her must be because he was tone-deaf and his voice was not beautiful, so he could not sing such a sweet love song. He even had no tone when speaking, so he definitely could not sing such a gentle song.
So An Zhisu never asked again, but every time she saw a boy in the video singing this song and dancing with hand gestures, she would feel very regretful.
How could the little brother in those videos compare to her Ah Cheng’s good looks? How could their hands be as good-looking as Ah Cheng’s? Ah Cheng’s fingers are white and slender. They are the hands of a pianist. They must be very beautiful when they compare their hearts.
Already.
But she also knew very well that with Ye Lancheng's noble, cold and arrogant temperament, it would be impossible for him to do such a trick of singing and comparing his emotions at the same time.
But at this moment, the idea she had given up long ago was realized by Ye Lancheng. His tall figure stood where she could see clearly, across the glass and the sea of flowers, singing and raising his slender hands.
If you can make a wish, I hope you are really happy.
You are my little star.
Hang up and shine light on that day.
I have decided to love you.
You won't give up easily.
Ye Lancheng stood there, his ten slender fingers showing a heart for one moment, and a star for another. His movements were a little unfamiliar, and he couldn't keep up with the rhythm of the singing. He would deliberately relax for the sake of harmony.
Slow tune, but this will disrupt the rhythm, and eventually the tune and movements will become increasingly disharmonious, and even the phenomenon of out-of-tune and forgotten words will occur.
puff……
An Zhisu finally couldn't help laughing. She didn't have her cell phone with her right now, otherwise she would have recorded it as a souvenir. It was so funny that the aloof Ye Lancheng made such a silly move.
Her eyes turned red as she smiled, and Ye Lancheng's movements began to blur in her sight. She vaguely saw him approaching her while singing and expressing his feelings.
A tall shadow blocked the light above his head, but his handsome face was as dazzling as a star against the light.
A wishing bottle wandering on the sea.
Every wish is for you.
I want to be with you.
Never separate.
When the song came to an end, he put down Bi Xin's hand and placed it on her cheek.
An Zhisu leaned her face slightly against the palm of his hand, warm and generous. At this moment, it seemed that all the anxiety in her body had been soothed by Ye Lancheng, like a ferocious lion that had just woken up and fell into a deep sleep.
"I love you." Her voice whispered into his ear.
Ye Lancheng leaned over and kissed her cheek, kissing away the tears from the corners of her eyes.
"I1oveyoutoo."
He was willing to let go of all his nobility and arrogance, just to smile for his little wife.
A four-leaf clover bloomed from the corner of An Zhisu's mouth, Ah Cheng, you are not my little star, you are my little luck.