In the summer when he was seventeen years old, Jiang Huaizhi waited for a kiss under the acacia tree.
A tree full of pink velvet flowers fell on one shoulder. At that time, he thought that he would be this person for the rest of his life.
Later he learned that summer would end, flowers would fade, people would leave, and he could not reply to any of the 37 messages.
When they said goodbye, he opened the door to the psychology department. There is a man sitting behind the desk, wearing a white coat, soft brown hair, and bangs hanging on his eyebrows - exactly the same as five years ago.
Lin Yanci raised his head with calm eyes: "Mr. Jiang? Please sit down."
Jiang Huaizhi looked at him and suddenly understood.
"Lin Yanci, you..."
Lin Yanci paused while flipping through the medical records: "If you come to see a doctor for the first time, you need to fill in this form first."
He pushed a form across the table without looking up at Jiang Huaizhi the whole time.
Jiang Huaizhi didn't answer. He lowered his head and looked at Lin Yanci's slightly curled fingers as he turned the page - a small movement he only made when he was nervous.
"You don't know me, Dr. Lin?"
Lin Yanci stopped writing, raised his eyes, and smiled. That smile was gentle, decent, and without any flaws:
"Mr. Jiang, this is our first meeting. I am your psychiatrist and you are my patient. We may have had the chance to meet each other on the street somewhere."
Jiang Huaizhi sat down and took the form, filling it out one stroke at a time, writing very slowly.
He didn't expose him.
At the end of the consultation, Lin Yanci tore up a medical sheet, lowered his head and said, "Remember to come for a follow-up consultation next Tuesday, Mr. Jiang."
Jiang Huaizhi's voice was flat, without any ups and downs, and he said "Okay" in a muffled voice.
He's gone.
The consulting room became quiet again. Lin Yanci lowered his head and looked at the table. Jiang Huaizhi did not take away the registration form, but kept it on the corner of the table.
He reached for it and turned it over to the back.
There is a line of very small words written on it:
"Lin Yanci, when you lie to others, the little finger of your left hand will shake."
Lin Yanci looked down at his left hand. The little finger was pressing on the paper, trembling slightly.
He folded the registration form and put it into the inner pocket of his white coat. When I got up to close the window, the albizia flowers were blooming just outside the window, and the branches were covered with pink pom-poms, just like that summer five years ago.
He stood at the window and watched for a while.
Concept: Good medicine does not have to be bitter, it can also be sweet