Pei Zhi felt that she had written her stiffness on her face.

She opened her mouth, unable to make a sound, and was at a loss.

Dr. Qi probably saw a lot of storms and was used to her reactions. He pushed the water cup over and signaled her to drink some water, and said slowly: "It doesn't matter, it's difficult to suddenly build trust and speak freely with a stranger. As the same thing, the doctor has no gender in his eyes. You can treat me as a tree hole."

Having said that, it is difficult for a living big man to imagine a tree hole when sitting in front of him.

Pei Zhi took a sip of boiled water and emphasized: "My question... is indeed quite private."

He smiled faintly: "It's so private that a female doctor can easily say it?"

“…”

That said, it doesn't seem to be true.

Pei Zhi was stunned for a moment and found that her personality, which was easily influenced by others, had not changed at all, and she was still easily deviated by two or three sentences.

Dr. Qi said this, as if he led the contradiction to the matter itself, rather than to worry about the object of confide.

She soon discovered that when chatting with professionals, she would forget the other person's identity and gender without knowing it.

It's like chatting with a long-time old friend. The rhythm is in the hands of the other person, but it won't make people feel uncomfortable. It seems that everything you say is just right, and it just comes to the point where it's right, and it will naturally overflow from your lips.

The first diagnosis and treatment usually don’t talk too deeply.

Just systematically understand the consultant's basic information and psychological state.

Dr. Qi only threw away the bricks, and Pei Zhi lost most of her defense. She thought about her words and said, "I tried it a few times, but my body seems to be unable to accept the other party."

At such moments, looking directly into the other person's eyes is not a good way to communicate.

Most people need a sufficient sense of security when talking about secrets. The most suitable thing for listeners is to put away their sharp edges and be a tree hole. The lower the sense of existence, the better.

Qi Ji turned his eyes and pretended to play with the ceramic cup in his hand, without expressing a constructive opinion: "It doesn't sound like a big problem."

It is important to get confidence from professionals. Pei Zhi suddenly breathed a sigh of relief and continued to describe: "I think I am ready, but I will suddenly feel dull pain. Even before I touch it, I will start to feel faintly. It should not be a physical...what problem."

"When did it start? After the reconciliation?"

"Yeah. Not before."

The atmosphere was good when you learned in depth. Qi Ji pressed the timer without any trace, changed to a more comfortable sitting position, and relaxed tone: "Let's talk about what happened before the breakup. For example, the last physical contact."

Pei Zhi has a deep memory of this passage.

The figure reflected on the huge glass in the bathroom was entangled. She was just forced to bear it.

The hands were cut behind her back, and her white wrist was wrapped around the complicated and exquisite tie, and the knot was tightly closed.

He temporarily let go of the part wrapped around his arm, holding her with one hand, his eyebrows and eyes drooping, and his long eyelashes could not block the storm in his eyes. Over and over again, as if he was very patient, and as if he was on the verge of an explosion, whispering repeatedly in her ear.

He likes to ask her to look at him, and reflect each other's figures in each other's pupils.

Then she ran her hard again and again, knocking her to the point of almost scattering.

She bit her lip and didn't say anything, but he acted on purpose and was domineering.

It seemed as if I couldn't stop hearing the sound that overflowed from the cracks of her lips.

No one would bow his head.

Then we will stop until death.

Pei Zhi heard a short murmur, the sound of her fingers hitting the porcelain cup. It was crisp and rhythmic, and it sounded one after another.

She pulled her thoughts back and pursed her lower lip: "He uses a tie... Anyway, I can't move."

"Then...it lasted for a long time."

Her expression is very tactful.

After hearing this, Qi Ji's expression did not change, but only raised his eyelids, and his eyes seemed to be unstoppable.

"Have you ever had a similar dream later?"

“Did it.”

During the period when I first ran to South Africa, I often encountered nightmares in the middle of the night. After a few months, when the focus of life deviates slightly, I just dream once a while.

Until I returned to China, I often dreamed for a while.

Pei Zhi thought about it carefully and found that after returning to China and truly facing him, her dream was cut off.

If no one could mention this, she would almost forget that she had a frequent nightmare moment.

She didn't understand the reason and told Dr. Qi in detail: "I never had such a dream again later. Even if I sometimes dreamed about him, most of the things I had happened when I was in a relationship before, and it was not that exciting."

Qi Ji nodded: "Have you told anyone other than me?"

"My friend knows a little, but it's not that detail."

A gradually complete and clear psychological state is slowly presented to you.

Pei Zhi put down the water cup, as if she realized that there was a difference between the two men and women, and slowly walked out of the topic. Her expression was a little subtle and stiff: "So..."

"Chronic PTSD, mild."

When she heard the slight words, her eyes flashed, as if there were fine gold foils that were secretly stirred.

"At least, I won't have nightmares anymore, aren't you?"

Qi Ji asked remarks.

Yes, you can still fall in love normally, kiss normally, and you and I will be in love normally.

It’s just that the place I chose in the hotel bathroom last time was too tricky and it just stuck in my heart. Pei Zhi found a positive psychological hint and suddenly realized.

She was a little excited: "Then do I actually don't need to intervene in the treatment?"

"No."

Dr. Qi used the cold and calmness when he first met, but when Pei Zhi felt like he was pouring cold water in her heart, he said, "You need behavioral treatment."

“…”

Fearing that she wouldn't understand, Qi Ji briefly explained: "It is what people often say that touching the scene and feeling. Because a traumatic contact will cause rebellion, escape and other mentality. The more you are unwilling to touch, the more likely you will have psychological problems. It is equivalent to having nightmares repeatedly after escaping, but when you really see me, you will feel much more stable. This is not a broken can, but a habit, so don't be afraid."

He took a sip of water before continuing: "So come to me once a week to tell the story. Exposure this contact at high frequency, and when you talk about it, you feel bored and numb, and after you get through the strong discomfort, you will be fine."

“…………”

No wonder it is said that psychological intervention is a painful struggle process.

Pei Zhi looked desperate now and finally understood the meaning of this sentence.

This is difficult to talk about in the future. In the future, the story will be told to another irrelevant man at a frequency once a week...

It was a painful struggle.

***

Pei Zhi owed a bunch of photos and had to deal with the exhibition activities introduced to her by Tang Wu.

These are all things that can be said in public. What you do in private is to do once a week on average, and spend half a day telling a story to Qi Ji.

The time you spend with your boyfriend is less visible to the naked eye.

Fortunately, in two years, the thorny boys can become more steady, at least it does seem like this.

He would be tricky to find opportunities to get tired of her, and would complain quietly that he had been neglected recently. However, his extraordinary actions were well hidden and not so frivolous.

Conversely, Jian Yize and Tang Jianian frequently found that Xie Xing was staying at home alone, and they found it strange.

The mirror is missing from the external bathroom sink.

The man who broke the mirror with his own hands seemed to have forgotten what he had done before, stared at the empty wall and said he wanted to install another piece.

In case Tang Jianian's aesthetic taste was not in place, Jian Yizhe came to help stare. The workers left after pretending, but they stayed at Xie Xing's house for another afternoon.

Tang Jianian got acquiescent and was still in the passionate pursuit period. Now he wants to nail the dreamer wall every minute and every second. He just took his spare time this afternoon.

So he especially couldn't understand why a cousin who was in a passionate love period could stay at home peacefully and not go out to stick to his girlfriend. He looked pretty normal, but it didn't seem like something happened.

He only dared to ask Jian Yizhe secretly: "What's going on with him? Are you still talking about it? What are you doing when you stay at home?"

Jian Yize didn't like to meddle in other people's business and shook his head coldly: "I want to know to ask myself."

"I dare not do this."

So this classmate dared not resist the curiosity and borrowed eight hundred courages to come to Xie Xing: "Brother, why didn't you go out to find Sister Pei?"

Xie Xing bent his long legs slightly and sat cross-legged on the sofa.

When Tang Jianian came over, he had a computer on his knees and was typing on the keyboard with his face.

As soon as he approached, he closed the computer screen with a snap, and slowly raised his eyes: "You have nothing to do with yourself?"

"Yes, I have."

Tang Jianian replied in his heart, "Is it not that I am busy chasing Sister Jiang?" He only dares to say it in his heart."

Xie Xing replied lightly: "She has her own business, and she has a love brain like you-"

As if he heard Tang Jianian's never spoken, Xie Xing snorted coldly: "It is not conducive to long-term development."
To be continued...