The air is filled with fresh citrus fragrance, the white gauze curtains are fluttering slightly in the breeze, and the sun shines in through the clear glass windows, casting a few bright spots on the beige floor; this room starts from the color of the walls and floors.
From the curtains and sofas to the several murals hanging on the walls, and even the fragrance in the air, Zhou Song liked it. If this were not the consulting room of a psychological counseling center, he would like this room very much.
He waited for about ten minutes. The door was pushed open and a middle-aged woman in her forties walked in. Zhou Song stood up and said, "Hello, Dr. Liu."
Liu Shujie looked at him intently for a moment, then smiled lightly: "I thought you wouldn't come."
Zhou Song: "I won't break my promise."
There were two single sofas facing each other near the window. Liu Shujie sat down and pointed to the sofa opposite: "Sit."
Zhou Song sat down opposite her, deliberately blurring his gaze and not daring to look at Zhang Shujie's face too clearly, because Zhang Shujie could bring him too many memories.
Zhang Shujie looked at him firmly and said, "You are a little nervous."
Zhou Song: "Yes."
Zhang Shujie: "If you think about it, we haven't seen each other for more than ten years."
Zhou Song nodded.
Zhang Shujie: "I know you will come to me sooner or later."
Zhou Song: "Why?"
Zhang Shujie took out a pair of glasses from the pocket of her white coat and put them on. The thick lenses covered her eyes that were too firm and powerful, making her whole body temperament much softer. "About two months ago, there was a man named Han.
The police came to me and asked me about some past events."
Zhou Song lowered his eyes and fixed his gaze on the skirt of her snow-white clothes: "I know."
Zhang Shujie: "Although he didn't say it explicitly, I can guess that you are in some trouble, right?"
Zhou Song: "Yes."
Zhang Shujie: "So you came to me today to ask for my help?"
Even though he was sitting in front of her now, Zhou Song was still confused: "I need help, but I don't know how to get it."
Zhang Shujie understood what he was thinking: "You are very confused. You have many questions about the past."
Perhaps because Zhang Shujie is an old friend, this is the first time Zhou Song has not resisted or been wary after being seen through by others, "I have forgotten a lot of things."
Zhang Shujie habitually held a notebook and pen, ready to record the patient's words and deeds at any time, and the same was true for Zhou Song. However, after chatting with Zhou Song for a few words, she put down the notebook and pen and no longer adopted a formulaic attitude: "
Do you want to talk to me about the past?"
Zhou Song knew that she must have noticed that he came this time to pursue his past, but he did not dare to speak, so he was very grateful to her for being observant and said, "I want to talk to you about my mother."
Zhang Shujie's eyes dropped, and she also fell into memories: "Zhou Han and I were high school classmates. In fact, our relationship was not very close when we were classmates, but she always thought that I was a trustworthy person, so she found me in the most difficult time.
"
Zhou Song: "You are her psychiatrist and should be the person who knows her best."
Zhang Shujie shook her head: "Although she trusts me, she hides something from me."
Zhou Song unconsciously clenched his fists, with cold sweat on his palms: "But you know her plan."
Zhang Shujie sighed sadly: "She didn't tell me, that was my premonition. Unfortunately, my premonition came true."
Zhou Song: "I want to know what she said to you."
Zhang Shujie's eyes stayed on him for a moment, then looked out the window and said: "She said that Chi Chenguang did not die and became her child."
This sentence was extremely weird. If other people heard it, they would think that Zhou Han was talking crazy, but Zhou Song understood it. It was precisely because he realized that he understood it that he suddenly felt like a thorn in the back.
Zhang Shujie: "I originally thought she was insane due to excessive stress, but a psychological evaluation for her found no problems. She is sober and healthy. She is very sure that her child is Chi Chenguang, or the next Chi Chenguang.
.”
She didn't say it clearly, but her hints were enough for Zhou Song to decipher. Zhou Song unconsciously grabbed the armrest of the sofa, so hard that his fingers almost dug into the leather on the sofa surface: "Why did she say that?"
Zhang Shujie: "No one knows their children better than the mother."
Zhou Song: "Her child...who is she referring to?"
Zhang Shujie: "She only has two children, you and Zhou Chen. She told me that one of her two children looks like her, and the other looks like Chi Chenguang." She looked at Zhou Song, her eyes suddenly became unfamiliar, as if
Identify who he is, "I went to your house to meet Zhou Han that day. She told me that she dreamed of Chi Chenguang every night. In her dream, Chi Chenguang asked her to take good care of the child. The child was his hope and his rebirth.
.But she must not watch her child become the next Chi Chenguang."
Zhou Song seemed to understand: "So, that fire——"
Zhang Shujie knew what he wanted to say: "She didn't want to die, she wanted to live, but that child was the shadow left by Chi Chenguang to her. She wanted to protect herself and another innocent child, so she had to get rid of Chi Chenguang's shadow."
After Zhang Shujie finished speaking, Zhou Song finally came to his senses: It turned out that Zhou Han did not set fire to the villa to bring him and Zhou Chen to die together; it turned out that there were two survivors in Zhou Han's plan; it turned out that the fire was not Zhou Han's despair
, but Zhou Han’s hope.
He recalled the dream he had had countless times. In the dream, there was a burning fire. He was locked in the house, while Zhou Han was sitting on the porch outside the house. He was the only one trapped by the fire. In the past, he always
It was a question. It was obvious that he, his mother and his brother were all caught in the fire, so why was he the only one in the dream? Now he seemed to have the answer: because he was the only one in the first place.
The fire Zhou Han set was not to go to hell with the two children, but to kill one of them.