Aula 407 - Capítulo 22
Almost a week had passed, and Li Xu and the boy were sitting at the dining table eating bread.
My mom is coming back soon!
"It's time for my brother to go too."
"Don't go, stay and play with me for a few more days."
The boy looked pitiful, so Li Xu comforted him, "Brother, come often from now on, okay?"
The boy was still unhappy.
Li Xu then realized that he didn't know the boy's name yet.
"By the way, I still don't know your name."
"Brother, my name is Li Nian."
"Oh, Li Nian, what a nice name. She shares the same surname as her brother, Li."
"Brother, is your surname also Li?"
"Yes, my name is Li Xu."
"My father's name is also Li Xu."
Another feeling, which he couldn't quite place, flashed through Li Xu's mind.
The boy continued, "My mother's name is: Little Flower."
Wow! Wow!
Li Xu screamed and sat up in bed. He looked around and found himself in the dormitory he had been away from for three years in his dream.
He checked the time again; it was 6:20.
He only slept for a few minutes.
Li Xu didn't want to sleep anymore; he just wanted to cry.
"Waaaaah..."
"Damn it, it's so noisy!" Da Kai woke up and yelled.
"Turn it on wide, you're the noisiest one."
Gu Xing, Da Kai, and Zhang Da all woke up and saw Li Xu sitting on the bed crying.
"What's wrong?" Gu Xing walked to his bedside.
Li Xu glared at Gu Xing and roared, "It must have been your old flame who did it!"
"What old flame do I have?"
"Xu Chen, it must have been her doing."
Gu Xing wasn't angry. He sat down next to Li Xu and said, "Li Xu, explain yourself. What exactly happened?"
Li Xu repeated it in this way.
After a moment of silence, Gu Xing looked at Li Xu and said, "Xu Chen has already gone home. He's not at school, nor at Yang Mian's house."
After Gu Xing finished speaking, Li Xu opened his eyes wide, his eyeballs unfocused, and Gu Xing and the others could feel that his eyes were empty.
Chapter Thirteen: The Nameless Thing
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Author's Note:
Brother Kai Cs, thank you for your strong support. I'm about to write the female character you suggested. Due to creative issues, I feel some parts of her character need to be removed, so the Ziyuan in the novel differs significantly from the Ziyuan in your mind. As for the character Xu Chen, besides you, some other friends also don't like her very much, and I plan to try my best to salvage her character in future stories. (May God bless her—Amen).
The following story involves psychology. The author is not an expert in this field, so please forgive any inaccuracies. If any readers are knowledgeable in this area, please feel free to point them out.
Also, I may have to pause the serialization of the novel at this point. Due to work, I will be going to another city, and I don't know if there will be facilities there for me to write and access the internet, but I will try my best. Thank you all for your support during this less than one month, and I hope you can wait patiently for me.
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(one)
Back when Gu Xing and Yang Mian went on a trip with ten others, Zi Yuan came to their school as a teaching assistant.
Most psychologists are perceived as older, weathered, mature, and composed, but she was quite young, cheerful, and outgoing, always smiling. She wasn't particularly beautiful normally, but whenever she smiled... she remained unchanged, the same as always. However, most people who knew her said she was most beautiful when she smiled, though she herself didn't think so.
What's most distinctive about her is her eyes; they're so dark you can't even see the highlights. But when people see that boundless darkness in her eyes, they feel a lot calmer.
Ziyuan was just an ordinary psychology scholar.
In the morning, Ziyuan's luggage, which consisted entirely of books, had already been moved to the dormitory.
Ziyuan glanced at her watch; it was almost noon.
"If I were prettier, I wouldn't have to work so hard. I could just ask a few men to help me," Ziyuan muttered to herself, just trying to relieve her boredom.
She had been carrying books all morning, and her hands were a little numb. She slipped down a cardboard box, and the love letters inside fell all over the floor.
"Ah! How could I have brought these with me? I'm so stupid!" Ziyuan scolded herself, hurriedly picking up the letters.
Those love letters were collected during her three years of university or when she started working. She found them a bit annoying and considered burning them, but then she remembered they were the fruits of other people's labor and couldn't bear to, so she let them gather dust at home. There were two reasons she brought them out this time: one, next to the box containing the love letters was another identical box filled with books; two, she was confused.
Ziyuan picked up a pile of letters, shook her head and said, "Looks like this time, I'll have to burn them all. Don't blame me."
Despite saying that, she still carefully placed the letters in the box.
Suddenly, Ziyuan seemed to remember something. She rummaged through several boxes, took out two black-covered files, and then breathed a sigh of relief, saying, "Thank goodness, I didn't forget these two files."
She opened the first file, which read: Psychological Center, Case No. 23, July 3, 2002, Paranoia, Wang Yujing. Below were some transcripts of conversations.
"She probably doesn't need to look for me anymore." Ziyuan sighed and carefully placed the file aside.
Then, she opened the second old-fashioned file. The handwriting on it did not belong to Ziyuan, and the file was a bit worn, with the words on it starting to yellow. It read: File No. 1, February 3, 1988, Unknown cause of illness, Xu Chen.
When Ziyuan saw this, she was reminded of her first meeting with Xu Chen two years ago.
Despite her cute appearance and immature behavior, Ziyuan saw a deep darkness within Xu Chen's heart in his eyes.
The song "The Moon Represents My Heart" brought Ziyuan back from her memories, and her phone rang.
"Hello, this is Ziyuan. Who is this?" Confused, she didn't look at the caller ID.
"I am Wang Silan"
"Oh, Aunt Wang, I was just thinking of going to see Xu Chen."
“I just called her dorm, and her roommates said she went on a trip with her friends.”
“Going on a trip would be good, for her illness…” Ziyuan paused for a moment, then added, “Travel is good for both the body and mind. Actually, I’d like to go too.”
"Ziyuan, I've known Professor Lin for over ten years and you for two. I won't say much more. In short, I'm entrusting Xu Chen to you."
"I understand. Actually, I've always been worried about Xu Chen. I'll do my best."
Thank you.
"Need not"
Ziyuan hung up the phone, sighed again, and murmured, "Xu Chen..."
Five years ago, Ziyuan, a university student, was deeply engrossed in the study of psychology, while Professor Lin Ting was a leading authority in the field. Ziyuan's outstanding insights into psychology caught Professor Lin's attention, and he continuously guided her academically, the two addressing each other as teacher and student. Professor Lin's appreciation for Ziyuan stemmed not only from her academic achievements but also from her passion for psychology. Besides her ongoing research in psychology at university, Ziyuan also had in-depth knowledge of neuroscience in medicine; in short, she was knowledgeable in all areas related to psychology.
Only a handful of psychology experts possess such passion, and Ziyuan is one of them.
Upon graduation, Professor Lin was taken to Canada by his children to enjoy his retirement. Before leaving, Lin Ting entrusted Xu Chen to Zi Yuan.
"This is her file," Lin Ting said, handing the file to Zi Yuan.
Ziyuan simply looked at the file without saying anything.
Lin Ting sighed and said, "My understanding of her over the past ten years has been superficial, let alone any treatment."
"She's internally very resistant, so you..." Ziyuan tried to comfort him.
Lin Ting waved his hand with a wry smile: "When I first met her, she was just a six or seven-year-old child."
Ziyuan didn't know what to say, so she lowered her head to look at the file. Lin Ting realized that Ziyuan was becoming fascinated, just like he had been more than ten years ago, fascinated by the mystery within Xu Chen.
In fact, Ziyuan was not fascinated by Xu Chen's case, but by psychology.
(two)
Ziyuan: "Hello, Xu Chen, my name is Ziyuan. Professor Lin has to go abroad on business, so I took over his job."
Xu Chen (a little nervously): "Treat me?"
Shion: "No, I meant we were chatting."
Xu Chen: "You're not my friend."
Shion: "From now on, that's how it will be."
Xu Chen: "But I don't like you."
Shion: "Can you tell me why?"
Xu Chen: "................"
Shion: "How about we talk about something else?"
Xu Chen: (A little excited) "I'm not sick."
Shion: "Yes, I believe you're not sick."
Xu Chen: "Then what should we talk about?"
Ziyuan: "We can talk about anything."
Xu Chen: "I don't want to talk to you."
Shion: "Then let's sit for a while."
Xu Chen: (Sits down on the sofa) "Boring."
Shion: "Do you have a boyfriend?"
Xu Chen: "...Yes, his name is Gu Xing."
Shion: "Tell me about him, okay?"
Xu Chen: "I haven't seen him for more than ten years, but he's standing right behind you now, bleeding from all seven orifices."