Who would study psychology if they didn't have some kind of problem?

Chapter 207 The problem is big
Regret, self-blame.

When Cheng Hui finally voiced these two emotions.

Nan Zhuren rubbed his palm and found that it was slightly damp.

Now, it's time.

While continuing in-depth consultations, explore your own problems.

Nan Zhuren took a breath: "You seem to have many stories in your memories of your friends."

Can you tell me about your friends?

Cheng Hui nodded slowly.

It really was "slowly," because her movements were very slow.

From top to bottom, pause at the lowest point;

Then, from bottom to top, pause at the highest point;

Finally, it was slowly reset.

“After ‘that incident,’ I haven’t told anyone about my friend.”

This was the first thing Cheng Hui said.

“My friend…she’s dead, she committed suicide.”

This was Cheng Hui's second sentence.

……

It's Chen Jie.

Cheng Hui didn't say the name, but Nan Zhuren knew it was Chen Jie.

He was the person he desperately wanted to understand, and also the person who caused the client's current problems. Therefore, during this consultation, he was able to delve deeply into this past case.

I don't know if this is a blessing or a curse.

[Emotional readjustment]

After a slight feeling of fatigue, Nan Zhuren returned to his most rational state.

He had no memory of Chen Jie and knew nothing about him.

Therefore, we must pay close attention to the information that follows.

Cheng Hui pondered, then released her hand from her hair, moved it to her arm, and vigorously rubbed her down jacket.

She was making a defensive gesture, but the corners of her mouth were gently turned up.

"She is a very, very good, very good, very good person."

It started with a definitive statement.

"I first met her when I had just changed my major."

“I wasn’t originally a Chinese Language and Literature major; I transferred here. Because of the transfer, I moved to a different campus and happened to be assigned to her dormitory.”

"So, she and I are not only friends, but also roommates."

Nan Zhuren nodded, giving the visitor, who was recalling, a response to show that she was listening.

Jiangdu University has multiple campuses, with different majors assigned to different campuses; some majors may even be on one campus for the first year and then transfer to another campus for the second year.

If the visitor in front of her and Chen Jie were roommates, then their relationship would be even closer than she imagined.

“They were supposed to be a four-person dorm, but only three people lived there at the time. I was the fourth. I remember it clearly: when I transferred to the new campus, only she ran down to help me move my luggage.”

Cheng Hui repeated, "Only her."

"For a time, my relationship with her was the best..."

Cheng Hui paused at this point. "Did the relationship change later?" Nan Zhuren interjected for her.

Cheng Hui rubbed her arms and hugged herself even tighter.

"No... there shouldn't be any change. I can only say that our relationship didn't continue to deepen, because I later started making friends with other classmates, and our relationships started to get better, which gradually surpassed our relationship with her."

"She... how should I put it? She gives me the feeling that she's not very good at getting along with people... no, I can't say that."

Cheng Hui thought for a moment: "It should be said that I don't want to get to know people deeply."

"She doesn't participate in school activities, doesn't join clubs or student councils, and doesn't seek out professors to work on projects. It's as if she has her own independent world."

"However, if we need her help with anything, such as when we need people for an innovation project or when we need to form a group for a group assignment, she will definitely come. If we ask her when we are shopping or eating, she will not refuse."

"So over time, I paid less and less attention to her... Sometimes I would think, she'll always be there, and she'll never refuse me if I look for her."

As she spoke, Cheng Hui curled up into a ball.

Her body tensed up, as if thorns were hanging from her skin, ready to pierce her. But these thorns weren't flying from the outside; they grew from within her body.

"Later, later..."

"There must be a lot of things, a lot of things, but I can't think of them right now."

Cheng Hui scratched her head as if she was trying to pull something out.

"All I can think about is the period before her suicide..."

This description is sufficient to make a preliminary judgment on the impression Chen Jie gives to outsiders.

Nan Zhuren took a breath and lowered his voice: "Let's start from 'that time' then."

Cheng Hui nodded and began to recall.

Soon, her breathing became rapid, accompanied by heavy panting, and her eyes began to redden.

"Later, she suddenly took a few days off, which I found strange but didn't pay much attention to; but when she came back, I heard that she had depression."

Nan Zhuren's expression turned serious, and he couldn't help but interrupt, "I heard? I heard it from whom?"

Cheng Hui frowned, deep in thought.

“At first, it was her parents who brought her back and told us that she was sick, that she had depression, and asked us to take good care of her.”

Nan Zhuren pursed her lips: "How long was her leave before she came back?"

"It will probably take three or four days, less than a week."

Nan Zhuren took a breath and couldn't help but grit his teeth.

"Later, it was our counselor. She quietly created a group chat for the other three of us, and told us to pay more attention to her, not to let her do things alone, and to make sure that at least one person was watching her at the same time."

Nan Zhuren frowned again, thinking about what he knew about Chen Jie's case, and seemed to understand what would happen next.

“At first we found it strange, because although she was not proactive, she was not a withdrawn person either. She was someone who often helped others, often smiled, and gave people a very comfortable and cheerful feeling—how could such a person get depression?”

"But since the teacher and her parents have spoken, we'll listen to them. After all, she's a very good person."

“During class, at least one of us would wait for her to finish packing so we could walk with her; we would also always invite her to eat with us.”

"I don't know if it's because of this illness, but she started to get very tired and became withdrawn. She packed her things more and more slowly, and started to refuse when we invited her to eat together; but we would always wait for her and invite her to join us."

Nan Zhuren listened and let out a long sigh.

The problem is huge.

But he didn't point it out.

It was at this moment that Cheng Hui grabbed her hair again, with even more force than before.

At the same time, his whole body began to tremble, and his intense emotions reached a peak.

(End of this chapter)