Chapter 811

Xia Beiqing did not respond again.

Yang Shao put his arm on the table and changed the topic: "you don't like what I said. Let's talk about you. What do you want to do most?"

Xia Beiqing doesn't talk.

Yang Shao asked himself: "well, let me guess, you always want Shen Zhiyu to leave, and never show up in front of you again."

Hearing this, Xia Bei tilted his eyes and looked at Yang Shao a little. Then he nodded and took up the pen to write.

——Now that you know, let him go.

Yang Shao asked, "after he left? Last time he left, you committed suicide, didn't you? "

Xia Beiqing's hand holding the pen trembled, and the tip of the pen was facing the paper, but he didn't write anything after all.

"He stayed, you want to commit suicide, he left as you wish, you still want to commit suicide, why?" Yang Shao observes Xia Beiqing and asks.

The summer leans to the north and lowers its head slowly.

After a long time without waiting for any reply, Yang Shao held his hand to his forehead and gave a helpless smile: "to tell you the truth, you are really the most difficult patient I have ever met in my career. For other patients, I can more or less figure out their psychological activities from their expressions or words, so as to suit the remedy to the case. But I really can't guess you. I really want to know, What on earth do you think? "

Xia Bei tilted his hand and wrote on the paper.

——Is the pursuit of death and liberation disease?

Yang Shao nodded: "in my opinion, it's disease, and... If you want to commit suicide, it's not the pursuit of liberation, because you are cowardly, you want to escape, incline to the north, and you are not afraid of death. Why are you afraid of living?"

The Summer North inclined to have no reaction again, in the room fell into a silence.

After a while, Yang Shao took out a book from his briefcase and handed it to Xia Beiqing: "this is a very interesting book I brought you today. You can have a look at it when you have time."

The north of summer is not connected.

Yang Shao put the book on his side gently, and suddenly thought of another thing: "by the way, the notebook I gave you, did you record your mood and worries on it?"

Xia Beiqing nodded,

Yang Shao said with a smile, "it's better to write more than to hold it in your heart."

As soon as noon, Yang Shao came out of the room.

Shen Zhiyu stood up on the sofa, poured a glass of water to Yang Shao, and asked, "is it over? How is it today? "

Yang Shao shrugged his shoulders: "it's not the same as before."

There was no progress.

Shen Zhiyu looks a little lonely.

Xia Beiqing did not respond again.

Yang Shao put his arm on the table and changed the topic: "you don't like what I said. Let's talk about you. What do you want to do most?"

Xia Beiqing doesn't talk.

Yang Shao asked himself: "well, let me guess, you always want Shen Zhiyu to leave, and never show up in front of you again."

Hearing this, Xia Bei tilted his eyes and looked at Yang Shao a little. Then he nodded and took up the pen to write.

——Now that you know, let him go.

Yang Shao asked, "after he left? Last time he left, you committed suicide, didn't you? "

Xia Beiqing's hand holding the pen trembled, and the tip of the pen was facing the paper, but he didn't write anything after all.

"He stayed, you want to commit suicide, he left as you wish, you still want to commit suicide, why?" Yang Shao observes Xia Beiqing and asks.

The summer leans to the north and lowers its head slowly.

Yang Shao had no choice but to help her forehead.