The strongest dream therapist

Chapter 6 Going home for the weekend
The sun peeked out from the horizon, and the air was filled with the freshness unique to the morning.

Fu Yuan had her hair in a high ponytail and wore a white dress and blackboard shoes.

At this time, she was standing at the bus stop waiting, pulling the 20-inch suitcase that she had hurriedly packed in the morning.

Tomorrow is grandma’s 80th birthday, and it happens to be the weekend, so my mother urged her to go back.

It took about half an hour to get to the high-speed rail station by bus, and then another hour on the high-speed rail.

High-speed rail exit.

"Yuanyuan, here!"

Fu Yuan looked in the direction of the voice and saw her mother standing on the steps waving at her. When she noticed her, she pulled her father towards her.

"You've lost weight again." Mother Fu took her suitcase and looked her over with a loving gaze. "Why are you carrying so many things, child? And a suitcase?"

Fu Yuan: "...There's nothing in there, the boxes are empty."

Mother Fu muttered quietly: "Why don't you take a backpack? It's much lighter."

Mr. Fu led the way and turned to Mrs. Fu and said, "Nowadays, it's popular for girls to carry suitcases when they go out. Usually when I ask you to watch videos, you just watch TV series."

Fu's father was driving, and Fu's mother was in the passenger seat, helping with navigation. Fu Yuan had nothing to talk about, so she sat in the back seat, bored, opening her phone to see if anyone had sent her a message.

The opening screen is a piece of news:
At 6:42 AM today, a caring citizen discovered a body during morning exercise. After collecting evidence, it was determined that the deceased was a senior high school student at Jiangshi No. 4 Middle School. She drowned in the river at 13: AM. Some students expressed excessive academic pressure at the school.
Perhaps because they were both in Jiang City, the news quickly reached Fu's mother. She exclaimed, "Yuanyuan, did you see that? There was a news report that a high school senior committed suicide by jumping into a river due to excessive pressure."

"See, jump into the river."

Fu Yuan naturally saw it, they were in the same high school, but she didn't click on it to take a closer look.

Young people don’t like to watch this kind of news and most of them just scroll past it, but the older generation likes to think too much when they see this kind of news.

Mother Fu was a little worried: "Are you under a lot of pressure in the hospital? I heard that doctors are very busy nowadays, sometimes working 24 hours a day."

Father Fu glanced at Fu Yuan in the rearview mirror and continued, "Yuanyuan is tired too. She's been in the car for such a long time. Let her rest for a while. The emergency department is open 24 hours a day. How busy can a psychologist be?"

I don’t know if it’s like this in other families, but it’s like this in Fu Yuan’s family.

When we first meet, they ask about each other's well-being and want to express all their concern for me during the time we've been apart; but once I've been at home for more than two days, they become disgusted with me and even want to control which foot I use when I leave the house.

She was indeed tired, so she turned off her phone, closed her eyes and relaxed.

The car drove across Jiangshi Bridge and entered the residential area.

The residential complex was built over 10 years ago and consists of 19 buildings, each with a maximum of floors, with the top floors unoccupied. Because it is close to Jiangshi No. Middle School, many people signed up to buy units there.

Later, for some unknown reason, the building was not yet completed and the client declared bankruptcy and ran away. This place became an unfinished building and once became a hot topic in the local area.

People who bought into the residential complex did not give up. Instead, they set up a neighborhood committee, hired a construction team, and defended their rights intermittently. It took nearly ten years for the community to meet the conditions for occupancy.

Fu Yuan's parents were also among the victims. Her room had been tidied. On the bedside table was a half-human-height black and white panda doll. On the bed was a beige plaid quilt, neatly made. A horizontal pillow was a sky-blue Doraemon-themed pillow, and a vertical one was a long, rather adorable, Capybara-like pillow.

Further on is a small bookshelf. The top layer contains a series of new psychology books. The middle layer contains "The Complete Book of Dietary Therapy for All Diseases (Color Illustrations)", "Genius on the Left, Madman on the Right", and "Learn to Eat, Regulate Chronic Diseases", which show signs of being flipped through.

Opposite the bookshelf is the desk. The table top is spotless, with rows of small Pokémon figures neatly arranged on it, and in the middle is a big yellow electric mouse.

"Yuanyuan, it's time for dinner." Fu's mother placed the dishes and called in the living room.

"Here I come!" Fu Yuan put down the decompression ball in his hand, touched the heads of the figures one by one, and then turned and entered the living room.

Father Fu frowned slightly as he sat on the sofa looking at his phone. Fu Yuan glanced at it from afar and saw red and green information, as well as a line chart analysis.

"I'll have lunch at home today, and then take a bus to my grandma's place in the afternoon to pack the clothes I need to take with me. I'll stay there tonight."

While picking up some food for her, Fu's mother gave her some worried instructions.

Father Fu sat in his seat and took out a small bottle of white wine from the utility room. He poured himself a mouthful of it and took a sip from time to time.

There was silence for a while. Most of the time, it was Fu's mother who was chattering, asking about some daily matters. Fu Yuan answered, and Fu's father beside him nodded in agreement from time to time.

"How are your relationships with your colleagues at the hospital?" Mother Fu gave her a piece of sweet and sour pork ribs with her chopsticks and said, "Eat more. You're so skinny."

He kept to himself and had little interaction with his colleagues, who often criticized him for using backdoors. Naturally, Fu Yuan didn't dare to say this, and only said, "My colleagues are all very welcoming."

Mother Fu nodded: "It's better to be more enthusiastic. You are too cold. You need to learn how to deal with people."

Seeing that Mother Fu was about to nag again, Father Fu said, "The child has his own ideas. We are old too. Don't worry so much."

Mother Fu glared at him, put a piece of fish into his bowl, and said dissatisfiedly, "How can you call this worrying too much? The Lin next door, his son is the same age as our Yuanyuan, and he's ready to get married, and I didn't even urge him to find a partner."

After the meal, almost half of the dishes were eaten by Fu Yuan. Mother Fu was very happy to see this and secretly attributed it to the fact that she had learned how to cook from videos and her cooking skills had improved dramatically.

I was also worried in my heart, maybe the food in the hospital was too bad, and it was rare for this child to have a good meal?
After meal.

No need to pack, just grab your suitcase and go. Fu Yuan took a quick shower, changed into a set of Mickey Mouse pajamas, and lay down on the bed with a relaxed expression, ready to welcome a rare dreamless sleep.

This is a small county town, and most people don't have the habit of taking a lunch break like in the city.

In college, perhaps because of the academic pressure of being a student at a prestigious university, Fu Yuan always encountered various nightmares: exams, experiments, papers, graduation season, and the careers, entrepreneurship, and marriages of his seniors...

Later, I started working in a hospital and rented a quieter place on purpose. However, the scope of my dreams has expanded, especially recently. I am still attacked by dreams and it is difficult to be truly idle in my dreams.

It’s not that she will intrude into every dream, but she will be pulled in only when the dreamer is experiencing extreme emotional fluctuations, and these dreams are often nightmares.

Therefore, Fu Yuan's spirits had not been very good. She turned over and hugged the capybara pillow with both hands, ready to use this time at home to recover her energy.

(End of this chapter)