Shen Du is a psychological counselor.
During his four years in the industry, he has listened to more than 300 people telling their stories - programmers with insomnia, middle school students who were bullied, widowed retired teachers, and young mothers with postpartum depression. After they finished crying on the sofa, they wiped away their tears, said, "Teacher Shen, I feel much better after talking to you," and then left lightly.
No one asked him: Are you feeling better?
Then he collapsed. Overworked coma, consciousness fell into nothingness.
A voice in the darkness asked him, "Can you hear me?"
He heard it. So the story begins——
In Jiangcheng, he fell in love with a publishing editor who had been rejected by his father for twenty-eight years. The associate professor of the liberal arts college handed him a cup of tea, and the handle of the cup was turned towards him.
In Haizhou, he landed on a surgeon who no longer dared to hold a knife due to a surgical accident. The cardiology partner whispered "I'm here" beside the emergency operating table, and his hands stopped shaking.
In Shenzhen, he landed on a product manager who had been squeezed into the walking dead by 996. The technical director of the company next door handed me a cup of oden at the convenience store late at night and said, "You haven't had dinner again."
In Nanjing, he fell in love with a young man who couldn't keep his ancestral home. The ancient building restorer was drawing drawings under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree and said, "It's not about demolishing, it's about repairing. I want to help you protect this place."
In Chengdu, he landed on a singer who had lost his voice for two years. The radio producer played an old song on the late-night radio station and said, "This is a song for a lost person."
In every story, the person has a pair of slender hands. They all turn the handle when passing the cup. It all made him feel - so familiar.
He helped five people untie their knots.
But no one knew that he himself was the one who needed to be unlocked the most.
Until one day, the darkness cracked.
Morning light flooded in. Someone was sitting beside the hospital bed, holding his hand, and his voice was hoarse, as if he had been talking for a long, long time——
"You're awake."
He finally heard it.
That vague but stubborn voice that started to sound from the first story is not an echo, not a system.
It's Cheng Yu.
It was the man who sat by the bedside and told stories every day during the one hundred and thirty-nine days he was in a coma.
——Can you hear me?
-I've always been there. I was on a business trip and unexpectedly opened the door to a new world. All kinds of perverted murderers flew together. Ren Xian sang with a numb face: We are all good friends.
Intent: Listening is the starting point of love, and being listened to is the beginning of healing. Everyone who is used to holding an umbrella to protect others from the rain deserves someone to hold an umbrella for him.