"Please state your name."
"Fresnel."
"It's not a code name, sir. We are now conducting a complete psychological test and treatment. There are no recording or video equipment here. If you have any concerns, we can even sign a confidentiality agreement."
"You don't have to be so serious."
"What's your name, sir?"
"Ethan, Ethan Schidlo."
Lin Qingliu paused as he was recording. He looked up at the energetic Fresnel with interest:
"Your family seems to take this very seriously."
His words were not groundless. After coming to this world for half a year, Lin Qingliu already had a certain understanding of some common sense of this world.
What about the name?
The people in Hope City don't seem to care that much about the name, and the heritage connotation has also been reduced.
When it comes to the question of "what can you call yourself", the people of Hope City have shown unprecedented tolerance and openness.
It seems that this little bit of heresy can be an effective way to relieve oneself in the stressful city.
Therefore, when Lin Qingliu learned that the man in front of him actually had a family surname, or rather, there was a part of his name that looked a bit like a surname, he was a little shocked.
Hearing Lin Qingliu's question, Fresnel also showed a natural smile on his face:
“You know a lot.
"My father once told me the purpose of this name."
"What is it?"
“It’s a remembrance of the past.”
Fresnel said:
“People of their generation really miss the life in the old days.
“I heard that a meteorite hitting the earth only happens once every few million years, but it happened to them.
"Many people of my grandfather's generation would never believe until they died that human beings had become what they are today."
Hearing the other party's sigh, Lin Qingliu didn't know what to say for a moment.
Although this world is not my hometown, some concepts such as humans, cities, etc. are universal.
According to the common settings in novels, this place and my hometown might be two parallel worlds.
An unexpected meteorite caused a divergence in world lines, and so on.
After listening to a few words of nostalgia for the past, veteran copywriter Lin Qingliu began to write the settings in his mind.
"Yes, although I haven't experienced that period, I always feel that a world without strange beasts would be better than here."
Lin Qingliu sighed:
"So, is that why you're hopeful?"
A fleeting surprise appeared on Fresnel's face. He looked at Lin Qingliu as if he had seen a long-lost soulmate.
"You, you really live up to your reputation."
There was a slight tremor in Fresnel's words:
“From a very young age, my father and grandfather kept telling me about the old times, and I really, really, really longed for that time.
“I am more hopeful than others because I have heard countless true stories that are different from theirs.
“There are fewer and fewer old people in the city. In a few years, when they die, the image of the old era will gradually become blurred and become bubbles in the air.
“When that time comes, I really don’t know whether humans will still be full of hope to reclaim their homeland.
"After all, by then, the so-called old era might just be a joke."
Lin Qingliu simply recorded Fresnel's words and performance, like a real psychiatrist, and said:
"So, if that day really comes, do you want humans to survive or disappear from this world?"
Fresnel's expression turned serious:
"Are you... sure there is no recording here?"
Lin Qingliu sneered:
"Sure, this is the respect that doctors show to their patients."
"call."
Fresnel let out a breath, turned his head to look at the door of the clinic behind him, and said in a smaller but more serious tone:
"Although this is not correct, I still want to say this: If there is really no hope, then I would rather die on the way to the charge than to die a slow death underground."
Looking at Lin Qingliu's puzzled expression, he explained:
"It is said that the underground area of the inner city is being expanded. If this is just a plan for future failure, then I will be ashamed of it."
Seeing that the psychiatrist in front of him did not answer, Fresnel's expression became strange:
"Did I say something I shouldn't have said?"
Lin Qingliu put down his pen, raised his head and said:
"I'm a psychiatrist, and as a psychiatrist I have to say things that I can't normally say.
"You usually hide things, and now you're still hiding things. Didn't I come here for nothing?"
Fresnel hesitated to speak, always feeling that what the other party said made sense, but the logic was a bit crooked.
"Why don't you think about what my original question was?"
Lin Qingliu's words awakened Fresnel who was lost in thought. He suddenly realized that the other party only had one question at the beginning, which was his name.
Afterwards, under the other party's guidance, I actually told him a lot of my inner thoughts.
This process is completely without even realizing that anything is wrong.
At this time, the doctor's gentle voice came again:
"Don't worry. Wang Xiao just said a lot of strange things, but I won't tell you, just like I won't tell the next patient everything you told me."
Fresnel breathed a sigh of relief, and asked as if he wanted to take back the initiative in the conversation:
"And what do you see?"
Lin Qingliu leaned back, twirling his pen and said slowly:
"You have good leadership and affinity, and you get along well with everyone. You also have your own ideas, and you are not the type to blindly follow others..."
Lin Qingliu thought about the fixed collocations he had memorized and said a lot in one breath.
A common phenomenon is that when the description of a person is positive rather than specific, many people will think, "Oh my God! This is exactly me!"
Fresnel felt the same at this moment. He looked at the doctor in front of him and always felt like he was completely naked in front of him.
Lin Qingliu sometimes praised him, and sometimes said something like "People like you always..." Finally, he looked at Fresnel in front of him and said:
“I know that as a squad leader, you are under a lot of pressure.
"The players just need to train hard, but the captain has to think about a lot more, right?"
Fresnel always felt that this statement sounded a bit sarcastic, but he couldn't find any fault with it.
"really……"
"I guess this must have added a lot of pressure on you, right?"
Fresnel nodded.
“There’s nothing wrong with your mentality, you’re just under a lot of pressure.
"If you want proper relief, I suggest you..."
Fresnel's eyes widened.
“I suggest you write a book.”
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