The strongest dream therapist

Chapter 12 Heavy Topic

The turquoise bus bumped and shook as it shuttled through the city.

inside the car.

Fu Yuan grabbed the car's armrest with one hand and pulled the suitcase with the other, locking it with her leg to prevent it from sliding around. She still felt something was amiss, but she couldn't figure out what, so she put it aside for the time being.

Yu Xin was going to the next city, Linshi, where her parents were, so the two of them were not going the same way. Fu Yuanwan declined her suggestion to send her to Wuyou Psychiatric Hospital and instead sent her to the nearest high-speed rail station.

When I got off the car, it was already getting dark, and a few street lights were dimly lit on the shoulder of the road.

Fu Yuan was walking down the street with her suitcase when she thought of the little girl's dream. The night was even darker then than it is now. She stopped at the Lanzhou Ramen Restaurant and ate a bowl of clear noodle soup, which warmed her stomach a little.

When I arrived at the door of the rental house, it was almost nine o'clock in the evening. I could vaguely hear the voices of parents scolding their children upstairs.

Fu Yuan took the key and opened the door with the dim light. The room was dark.

I fumbled with the switch on the wall and pressed it up and down a few times, but there was still no response.

She suddenly remembered that when she left yesterday morning, for safety reasons and to save electricity, she had turned off the power even though she was only away for two days.

I turned on the flashlight on my phone, found the switch in the kitchen, pulled it up, and the lights in the living room came on.

Fu Yuan had been eating a lot recently, so he put his luggage away and sent a text message to his parents in the "Family of Three" group to let them know he was safe.

After washing up and lying on the bed, she felt a little hungry again, just a little. She lifted the air-conditioned quilt, got out of bed, walked to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator and took a look.

She doesn't usually cook and doesn't use any fresh food, so there's no strange smell.

The small refrigerator was filled with snacks, mostly large pieces of chocolate and long cans of potato chips. The chocolate was not refrigerated due to a power outage, so it felt a little soft to the touch.

She picked two cans of potato chips and ate them while sitting on the sofa in the living room, but she still didn't feel full.

She rummaged through the pile of snacks in the refrigerator and found the sliced noodles at the bottom, still unopened. She tore open the package and took one of the noodles.

It was her first time making it and she had no experience, so she recalled the usual actions of a fried noodle shop owner. She poured oil into the wok and put the sliced noodles in. As she was frying, she felt the noodles were a little sticky to the wok, so she added some water and cut a red pepper to season it.

After it was done, Fu Yuan scooped out the noodles and placed them in a bowl. After thinking for a moment, he took another egg, fried it on both sides until golden brown, and placed it on the noodles.

After eating noodles and rinsing his mouth, Fu Yuan lay on the bed and suddenly realized that something was wrong.

If Teacher Shen was so sad about his students' affairs, why was he working on his speech in the dream?
But her emotions didn't seem to be acted. Fu Yuan had seen many dreams and could tell the real from the fake. Besides, there was no need for her to act in front of her students.

Also, there is something wrong with that sachet, the smell is too strong.

The stronger the spice, the better it is for helping you sleep. For example, cardamom has a strong, spicy and stimulating aroma, and this strong smell can excite the nervous system, not to mention putting it next to your bed.

Now that I think about it, she wore light makeup and didn't look haggard, but the band-aid on her index finger and the stains on her clothes suggested that her mental state might not have been good recently.

She rubbed her eyebrows, opened WeChat and took a look. Her thumb stopped on Shen Lin's chat box. She hesitated for a moment, but still didn't click in.

Maybe she was just suspicious.

Suddenly, an incoming call appeared at the top of the screen. It was a video call from Fu's mother.

She clicked on the group chat "Family of Three" and saw two missed calls from when she was making noodles. She answered the call and silently turned off her camera.

"Yuanyuan, why did you go back? Without even saying hello." Mother Fu's big head occupied the entire video frame, and the sound of washing in the bathroom could be faintly heard.

Father Fu was shouting over there: "I told you, Yuanyuan told me that you were so busy at the time and couldn't find anyone."

"If you can speak, then you speak." Fu's mother shouted at him, and Fu's father remained silent and said nothing more.

Fu Yuan pretended to cough twice, not wanting to dwell on it: "Are you home?"

Mother Fu: "I've been back for half an hour. Your dad is driving. I've finished my shower and will go to bed later."

Fu Yuan said "hmm" to indicate that he understood.

Sensing Mother Fu's fatigue, Fu Yuan said, "You should get some rest early. You've been tired all day."

"Do you know the old hag who lives next door to your grandmother?" Fu's mother suddenly asked.

Fu Yuan: “I don’t know.” I only go there once a year, how could I be familiar with her?

Mother Fu: "How can this person be so depressed?"

Fu Yuan: "What's wrong?"

Mother Fu sighed, "Don't mention it. Isn't today your grandmother's eightieth birthday? We've been neighbors for years, and she even scolded me when I was a kid... My mom, your grandmother, said it was more lively with more people. She also said that woman usually lives alone and doesn't like to socialize with others. She's quite lonely."

Fu Yuan had a bad feeling, "And then?"

Mother Fu: "Your grandmother asked me to invite that person. I knocked on the door for a long time, but no one answered. Your grandmother said that she was usually home at this time, so some curious relatives came to watch the fun. Guess what happened?"

At this point, her face was filled with gloom. "She actually hung a white cloth from the beam and hanged herself. Just like those scenes on TV, where they step on a stool, stick their head in, and then kick the stool off. Don't you think it's unlucky? She couldn't have died earlier or later, but she had to hang herself when we were having a wedding. She's such a nuisance to us."

Fu Yuan suddenly felt his heart beating violently, and his voice trembled a little: "The woman you are talking about is very thin, with long hair tied with a black rubber band, and a black mole on the base of her right hand?"

Mother Fu was a little surprised: "I think so, you know her? She does have a big black mole on the base of her right hand. I didn't see the black rubber band. When I saw her, her hair was disheveled, her face was purple, and her tongue was sticking out. It was very scary, so I didn't dare to look at her for long."

Fu Yuan didn't want to talk. He had a vague idea in his mind, but he still didn't want to accept it. "Why did you say she hanged herself today, and not yesterday?"

Mother Fu looked at her with a strange look in her eyes. "You went to bed early last night, and your grandmother and I talked to her. We told her about the banquet today and invited her to join us. She agreed. I thought she had finally changed her ways."

Fu Yuan's eyes darkened and he looked at his hands, feeling full of guilt.

She had clearly known that dreams with strong emotional fluctuations would pull her in.

She can obviously change the direction of dreams to a certain extent...

The woman once treated her as a god and knelt before her to express her resentment towards her fate and her children's unfilial behavior.

If she had been able to give some advice at that time, would the outcome have been different?
You know, today is not only grandma’s 80th birthday, but also her 67th birthday.

Unfortunately, there is no if in the world.

(End of this chapter)