I turned the cigarette over and turned the holder downwards, and found that the smoke was flowing upwards. I put the cigarette straight again, and saw that the smoke was flowing downwards.
Why?
What's going on?
I tried three times in a row, and the result was the same every time.
With the attitude of giving it a try, I closed the bathroom window and waited for a few minutes. The smoke gradually returned to normal.
It's strange that I was a mess in physics when I was in school, and I couldn't understand the principle of it. It felt a bit like refluxing incense.
After secretly smoking, he threw the cigarette butt into the toilet and pressed the flush button.
Observing the off-road vehicle with a red plate in Xia Shuishui's yard, I knew that her father or her grandfather must be someone within the system. I knew very well that in front of such people, I had to disguise myself, and my words and deeds could not be expressive.
Just like the old fritters in society.
"who?"
At this time, someone suddenly knocked on the door gently.
"It's me, have you finished using the toilet?"
Opening the door, Xia Shuishui looked up at the lighted room upstairs and whispered to me: "No matter what my dad says, you must not believe him! This house is really unclean. He served my grandfather in the past few years."
The old housekeeper of more than ten years left because of this incident."
I nodded: "Don't worry, your dad's decision is yours. I have my own judgment, but one thing is that I also believe that there are things in this world that we can't see with the naked eye."
"Don't always think about running away. This is your home. Where can you run away? If you are right, then you have to find a way to convince your dad and make him change his mind."
Xia Shuishui rolled her eyes and said: "It's difficult. You don't understand my dad. The education he received since childhood told him that only materialism is correct in the world. My grandfather is also an old antique. He would rather believe in Marx's words than in himself.
As for my granddaughter, they all think it's me who is mentally ill."
"Xiang Yunfeng, look into my eyes now and tell me, do I look like a mental patient?"
After saying that, she looked at me without blinking.
I stared into her eyes for three seconds and said with a smile: "You are asking the right person. No one understands mental patients better than me. You are not. You are normal."
Xia Shuishui immediately grabbed my arm and said happily: "That's great! I knew you would believe me!"
"Your dad said your psychiatrist will be here soon. What do you think of this person?" I asked.
Xia Shuishui bit her lower lip: "I don't like that person. That person told my father secretly that I had a mental problem. He was so annoying that they ganged up to deal with me."
Xia Shuishui told me again: "When you see him later, try to be careful when you speak, and don't say anything you shouldn't, otherwise he will easily see through the secrets in your heart."
"Holy shit, if you're so awesome, wouldn't you be even better than the amazing fortune tellers in Jingmen?"
"What is the shocking door?"
"It's nothing, you don't have to worry too much, I have my own sense of discretion."
Her family doesn't believe her, but I believe her mental condition is fine. It's just a simple intuition. I was imprisoned in Jiamusi for a period of time, and I know that kind of person's eyes very well.
Let's put it this way, about one-third of Jiamusi people are normal people, and the other two-thirds are abnormal people. Maybe it was because they were detained for so long that they went crazy. I was not detained for long at the time, and I felt
I'm going crazy.
The atmosphere there is too depressing, especially on the first and underground floors. There is no sunlight. It feels like a huge cage. As long as you are locked in, there is no possibility of getting out for the rest of your life.
Three floors down, there are people who fan themselves in the face every day, people who count in the air every day, people who sing every day, people who sit on the table fishing, people who keep banging their heads against iron doors in the middle of the night, people who like to eat mice, and people who use their noses.
Noodle eaters, dirt eaters, shit eaters, etc., all of those people are talented people. Anyway, I will never go back there in my life.
At about twelve o'clock, Xia Shuishui's personal doctor drove over from the hotel.
This man is very young, a bit handsome, in his early thirties, with fair skin, short hair, formal wear, and glasses. He looks elegant. I suddenly want to use a girl's word to describe the appearance of this male doctor.
"Bright eyes and white teeth."
That's right, he has very bright eyes and white teeth. If you look at this person with today's young people's aesthetic standards, he looks like an idol.
"Dr. Zhao, calling you here so late won't disturb your rest, right?"
"No, Boss Xia, what are you talking about? Since I am your daughter's personal psychiatrist, I must be on call, otherwise I will feel uneasy taking so much money from you."
"Haha, Dr. Zhao, let me introduce to you. This is Shuishui's good friend, Brother Xiang."
"Hello."
The man smiled back at me.
Xia Shuishui's father poured water for us and said: "Xiaoxiang, don't look at Dr. Zhao's youth. He is also a top psychiatrist abroad. Many celebrities have consulted him. By the way, Dr. Zhao, you say
What do you call Shuishui's symptoms?"
"It is fear projection displacement syndrome, which is caused by excessive psychological self-defense. Our domestic psychology currently has no effective treatment for this disease, and it mainly focuses on emotional counseling."
I said: "Uncle Xia, I would like to have a few words with Dr. Zhao alone. Is it convenient for you?"
"Of course. You are Shuishui's good friend. If you don't understand anything, just ask Dr. Zhao. He is a professional and can explain some things more clearly than I can."
Soon, the doctor and I were the only ones left in the huge house.
He stared at me, as if he wanted to see through my intentions and secrets. I was not afraid at all. I stared at him for a few seconds and then smiled and said, "Doctor, don't you believe there are ghosts in this world?"
He was wearing a silver ring on his hand. He crossed his legs, turned the ring on his hand and said with a smile: "I have lived abroad for many years, and every year I encounter some cases where people claim to be possessed by demons or see demons.
As a result, without exception, those people have serious psychological problems."
I frowned upon hearing this, and I felt disgusted that he kept talking about foreign countries.
I thought to myself, I asked the ghosts in China, what are you telling me about the devils in foreign countries? Can it be the same? The foreign people use garlic and salt to exorcise evil spirits, while the domestic ones use mahogany swords and yellow talismans. The cultural systems are different, is there no such thing?
How to get them together for comparison.
I'm joking, if anyone uses the Bible and garlic to deal with the cat-faced old lady in Harbin in 1995, they are not just seeking death.
"Doctor, I'm not very well-educated and don't know how to speak. If I accidentally bumped into you, please forgive me. I'll tell you the truth."
"I think Xia Shuishui is not sick at all. She is normal."
