After dinner, Meng Shixu returned to the Left Bank Courtyard with them.
The three parted ways in the elevator. Meng Shixu saw the two of them holding hands and saying goodnight to each other, looking reluctant to part, which deeply stung the eyes of this single dog.
He frowned, genuinely feeling a bit sour.
However, he didn't say anything. Thinking that out of sight, out of mind, he simply turned away, left the elevator, entered the password, and went into the house.
He's going back to the north of the city tomorrow, so he needs to pack his things tonight.
Although there wasn't much of it.
But it's better than standing here watching them being all lovey-dovey, right?
Meng Sheng and Pei Sui were completely unaware of Meng Shixu's departure.
But if she knew what Meng Shixu was thinking, she would definitely suspect that her brother had an eye problem and take him to the hospital to see an ophthalmologist tomorrow.
Because neither she nor Pei Sui were the clingy type, it was just a simple goodnight and Pei Sui reminding her to take her medicine later. It wasn't anything like that, where they were all lovey-dovey and inseparable.
Therefore, her brother's reaction was indeed exaggerated.
However, Meng Sheng could understand. A single dog who had been single for so many years deserved some stimulation, otherwise, he would really grow old alone.
Meng Sheng's second psychotherapy session was at Ou Xiya's psychological counseling studio.
At 10 a.m., Meng Sheng and Pei Sui arrived at the studio on time. After she gave her name, the receptionist checked the appointment on the computer and then led the way to take the elevator up.
This treatment lasted longer and was more formal than the last one; it was no longer just chatting.
Pei Sui waited quietly on the sofa outside, not even touching his phone, showing great patience.
When the door to the consultation room was pushed open from the inside, it was already close to midnight. Ou Xiya spent another half hour explaining the situation to them, prescribing some medicine, and then rescheduling the next consultation.
Meng Sheng hesitated for a few seconds before asking, "I have to go to Tokyo on a business trip next Tuesday. Will it have any impact if my treatment is interrupted?"
As the curator, she had to be present for such a significant event as the publication of a collection of essays.
Asking for leave and handing it over to someone below is absolutely impossible.
She had never even considered that possibility.
There are only a few days left until next Tuesday.
Ou Xiya paused, then asked, "How long will it take?"
Meng Sheng said, "It will take about 7 to 10 days."
Ou Xiya pondered for a moment and said slowly, "You've just started your first real treatment. The impact of the interruption isn't huge, but the effect of today's treatment will probably be greatly reduced. Ten days isn't a long time, but it will prolong the treatment progress. I still suggest that you go ahead with your treatment next week as scheduled."
Meng Sheng pursed her lips, somewhat helpless.
Pei Sui asked, "Can this kind of treatment be done via video?"
Not to mention Meng Sheng, even Ou Xiya was stunned when she heard this.
She genuinely hadn't expected this, and a rare look of surprise crossed her face. Then she smiled and said, "This is indeed a good method, applicable to psychoanalytic therapy. If you really can't refuse to go to Tokyo, I have no objection."
However… let me be frank, this is all happening through a screen, and I've never treated anyone like this before. The results probably won't be as good as face-to-face. Ms. Meng, what do you think? Is it okay for you?”
Meng Sheng smiled faintly, "Okay. I'm sorry, Professor Ou, I've already troubled you so much at the very beginning."
"This is what I should do."
"It's already 12:30. I've taken up twenty minutes of your time. Professor Ou, how about I treat you to lunch?"
Ou Xiya didn't refuse. It was indeed lunchtime, so she didn't reject Meng Sheng's suggestion.
The three of them ordered some food at a nearby Western restaurant and chatted while they ate.
As a psychologist, Ou Xiya has a very easygoing and gentle personality. She speaks softly and slowly, making the whole conversation very comfortable and easy for people to relax.
This healing ability is amazing; Meng Sheng felt pleasant and happy throughout the entire lunch.
After paying the bill and leaving the restaurant, the three parted ways, and Meng Sheng and Pei Sui went straight back to the Left Bank Courtyard.
On Monday evening, Meng Sheng and Pei Sui left work early, went home for dinner, and packed their luggage for their trip to Tokyo the next day.
To be precise, Pei Sui was the one packing, while Meng Sheng watched from the side and gave her some pointers on what items and clothes she needed to bring.
After she finished packing her suitcase, Meng Sheng went to take a shower first.
The flight tomorrow is at 8:40 AM, with a flight time of three and a half hours.
She, Pei Sui, and eight or nine other selected executives and staff members from the art museum all traveled on the same flight.
When she finished washing up and came out, her hair was still wrapped in a hair drying cap. She sat on the edge of the bed in her pajamas and subconsciously picked up her phone to see if Qiuyi had replied to her message.
Unexpectedly, the text message content in the pop-up window was the first thing that caught her eye.
[Danger! Do not fly Airbus MU729 tomorrow. At 10:12 AM, the plane crashed into the sea due to pilot error by co-pilot Shao Fan.]
Meng Sheng was stunned, his mind reeling from the unexpected words.
Falling into the sea?!
What are the chances of surviving a plane crash into the sea?
Meng Sheng suddenly felt that her mind was also becoming somewhat muddled.
Even after experiencing so much, she couldn't truly remain calm about the plane crash that was about to happen the next day.
She pursed her lips and read the text message again, word by word.
Passenger Shao Fan?
She quickly opened WeChat, found Jona's chat window, and typed: "Jona, which airline is our flight with tomorrow?"
This flight was booked by Jona.
Jona replied on the phone more than a minute later: "[It's Minghang. What's wrong? Curator, is there something wrong with this airline?]"
Jona was also somewhat surprised.
Last time they went to Tokyo, the curator and Attorney Pei didn't go on the same flight as them, but they were on Ming Air.
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