Wuqi is a small seaside town. When the fog gets tired and sits down, it becomes rain. There is a psychological counseling center in an old bungalow in the middle of the mountain. It has a green painted wooden door and an umbrella at the door that anyone can take.
Wang Yulu has been working as a receptionist here for eight years. She was the first to hear all the stories, but no one ever asked her about them. She apologizes first if she can't make anyone else cry. She puts down her only one dollar when she sees someone crying. She loves cats, but only dares to look at them from a distance. She treats the whole world lightly, including herself.
Until one rainy morning, a line of her own handwriting that she didn't remember writing appeared in the ten o'clock column of the appointment book. All the evidence said she had met the old gentleman, only her memory said not. And she almost believed the evidence.
From that day on, people with secrets pushed open the green-painted wooden doors one by one. Behind every case, there is a strange person and an unfinished story. On the way to find the truth for others, she also picked up her own things bit by bit: first the right to believe in her own memory, then the right to be angry, the right to say no, and the right to be worthy.
Growth is not a straight line. She'll back off, she'll apologize first again, she'll hesitate even when she knows it's time to go. But it doesn't matter. This book only wants to say one thing from beginning to end: she is not the one with problems. She is a soft, kind person. Soft people don't need to harden, they just need to know that the power of judgment is always in their own hands.
When the fog is tired and you sit down, it becomes rain.
(I am saving my manuscript every day and practicing my pen to heal)
Purpose: To everyone who has been slowly worn down in a certain relationship: You are not the one with the problem. You can make mistakes, you can love mistakes, you can be weak, you can take detours, but none of these will make life a failure. What really matters is that you can always choose again and come back to yourself.
