Ah Hai stayed in this ruin for a long, long time. He found that he had forgotten so many things overnight. Lightning from the bottom of the sea struck him, but he survived the lightning strike unscathed, enjoying a longer life, but it was a meaningless life.
He didn't even remember his name, didn't even remember what had happened, didn't even know who he loved or who he hated.
He only remembered that when he woke up from the thunderstorm, he saw a white marble statue in the ruins at the bottom of the sea.
The sculpture looked somewhat similar to himself, but its expression was more majestic. The sculpture was already broken, with half of the fish tail gone, but it still held a scepter in its hand and wore a crown on its head.
Ah Hai fished the sculpture out of the mud and sand, washed it with sea water, and then erected it again on the ruins.
He planted thorny roses that grew abundantly on the seabed around the sculpture. The fiery red roses bloomed and spread year after year. The rose stems covered the sculpture, and the broken sculpture was now covered with fiery red flowers.
Ah Hai gave himself a new name, he called himself Mr. Hai. He heard a fairy tale about the human world, he called this sculpture his prince, he thought he was the son of the sea.
He often falls in love with someone, but stays away from the person he loves.
Only when he is sure that the person has no interest in him, will he dare to love madly and wantonly.
Just like the human prince he met on the sea, and just like the psychologist he met in the clinic now.
He only felt the pain of not being able to get close to his beloved; but he forgot that being close to his beloved would be even more painful.
The sea water is always so blue, but the deep seabed is still dark. The mermaid in the treatment room is crying uncontrollably.
He remembered everything through the doctor he fell in love with, but it was all so terrible, so painful, and so unbearable to look back on.
"Thank you... Thank you for rejecting me..." The mermaid's lips trembled slightly, his voice was hoarse, and the knuckles of his hands turned white. "Thank you too... for protecting me."
Mr. Hai looked at the young doctor sitting in the armchair.
The doctor's eyes were as gentle as his father's back then, full of love and concern, but without a trace of lust.
A fish, a person, just watching quietly, no one said anything.
It was not until a long time later, when the clock had already passed twenty minutes, that Mr. Hai sat up from the sofa.
He pursed his lips tightly, feeling as if his legs were filled with lead, making it difficult for him to even move a step.
"I never understood...why he treated me like that...I don't understand...I don't understand..."
"It's not that you don't understand, it's just... you're afraid to understand. A protector who should be kind and wise is actually a hypocritical and shameless invader." Simon said slowly.
Mr. Hai closed his eyes. After a long, long time, he nodded: "Yes... yes!"
"Time is up."
"Um"
"You won't die. Having survived the thunder tribulation, you actually possess an immortal body."
Mr. Hai laughed at himself and left without saying a word.
Eight hundred yuan was neatly placed on the coffee table in the clinic. Although Mr. Hai was very rich and the treasures in the depths of the sea were countless, and although Simon was short of money, he knew his principles and bottom line.
Mr. Hai has left, but the doctor who stayed in the clinic lit a cigarette and looked at the blue smoke filling the room, unable to get out of this story for a long time.
In the clinic, the power light of the desktop computer flickered, and Simon had already finished two cigarettes.
Qianlan was very understanding and reminded the psychologist who was about to touch the third cigarette.
"Doctor, your cat is hungry. It has been meowing for a long time."
Simon suddenly came to his senses and looked at his black cat.
The black cat lay on the sofa, looking a little listless.
Simon walked over, picked up the little black cat, rubbed its head, and asked, "What's wrong?"
The black cat howled in frustration, and Simon felt a little distressed.
"It must be because Mr. Hai's story just now was too sad that made my cat depressed!" Simon said to the computer monster.
The computer geek nodded vigorously. Legend has it that psychologists have a very high suicide rate! The reason is that they hear similar stories all day long, which makes them very depressed.
"Ugh~~!!!" the black cat growled in a low voice.
Haha, is my heart that fragile? That scumbag dad deserves to be torn into pieces. Of course, it's really unfair that he died of old age in the end. So the best way should be to use the Demon Lord's signature soul-searching technique, reverse the situation, go back a thousand years, drag that scumbag dad out, tear his bones and skin him alive ten thousand times!
What's the point of psychotherapy? In front of the powerful Taoist magic, all psychotherapy is just rubbish!
"What's wrong with you, Xiao Hei? Why are you still so depressed?" Simon moved closer to his little black cat and observed it carefully. He found that the cat was indeed in a depressed mood and looked resentful.
Ming Huan hit Simon's nose hard with his head.
Damn it! I waited forever to listen to that fish tell a story, but after the story was finished, no Gold Spirit Stones dropped. How could I not be depressed?!
Please serve me some dried fish quickly to make me happy!
The little black cat glared at his pet owner.
Simon and the Demon Lord were in perfect sync at this moment. He took the eight hundred yuan on the table, counted it, and said, "We've made money. Let's go buy a bag of dried fish to cure our depression!"
How to relieve worries? Only get rich overnight with dried fish!
Ming Huan buried his head in Simon's hands and ate dried fish happily. He felt that the psychologist's diet therapy was much more effective than lengthy chats.
Simon looked at the eight hundred yuan bills that were gone in an instant, and said to Light Blue with some sadness, "Light Blue, I'm a little depressed."
The computer monster, claiming to be artificially intelligent, was now in perfect sync with its master. He said, "Don't worry, Master. I've not only posted an ad for you on the demon forum, but I've also pushed it to the human psychology forum and various public accounts. Your appointments are all full for the next week. Good luck, get to work!"
Work makes me happy and work makes me happy.
The following week was uneventful for Simon. His schedule was tight. Although every patient who came in had a story, some thrilling, some devastating, some profound, yet for Simon, it was just work, lunch, dinner, and sleep. He worked hard and lived diligently.
Soon, it was time for Mr. Zhou Hai's consultation again.
Mr. Hai this time was very different from the one Simon saw a few days ago. His temperament had become much calmer, his suit was still ironed neatly, his eyes were deep, and although his face was still distorted, he felt very different.
"How was your last week?" Simon picked up his notebook and asked as usual.
Mr. Hai did not answer this question. He was silent for a while and said, "Guess?"
Simon thought for a moment before remembering what Mr. Hai had said last week. He couldn't really blame the psychiatrist. Last week, Simon had encountered three or four patients whose stories were even more extreme than Mr. Hai's. Perhaps to the patient, his story was his entire life. But to the psychiatrist, a patient's life was just one of hundreds of cases.
"I can't guess." Simon said honestly.
Mr. Hai said "Oh" in disappointment, but the disappointment did not last long, and he told about his life last week.
"I felt like the world was a little bleak, and for a moment I couldn't find the purpose of life. Everything felt meaningless, and I felt lazy and didn't want to do anything."
The patient's problem has been raised, and the psychologist quickly gets to work.
"Why is that?"
"Why? Ha! Why..." Mr. Hai let out a sigh from his chest.
Why? Of course it was because—the anger, grievances, and hatred that had been pent up for thousands of years, at that moment when the memories were rekindled and the emotions boiled over, I also realized—these things no longer had an object.
The saddest thing in the world is not that I have been bullied, suffered injustice, been insulted and imprisoned, been deprived of my last dignity, and been betrayed by the person I love the most.
The saddest thing is - this has already happened, the person who started it has been dead for hundreds of years, but the damage it did to me is still there.
"You know? After I went back, I cried for three days and three nights..." Mr. Hai's tone was flat, as if he was not telling his own story.
After Ah Hai returned, he pushed down the sculptures on the seabed, pulled out all the roses, and even made appointments with several sex partners.
But when he returned to the deep sea again, he felt empty inside. The vast ocean could fill the deepest ravines on the earth, but it could not fill the small void in his heart.
His blue eyes looked into the distance through the darkness of the seabed, but it was still dark in the distance. The glowing little fish swimming by were just some cold fireflies that could not warm anything.
In the end, he finally realized that the reason he had hated her for so many years was actually because he still loved that scumbag.
"Huh... Actually, I've known for a long time that my father is a loser." Mr. Hai said. He took out a pack of cigarettes from Simon's drawer in a familiar manner, tore open the package, lit a cigarette, and threw the lighter on the coffee table.
Green smoke filled the air, enveloping his face. A hint of melancholy appeared on his already ugly face for no reason.
Simon looked up at the merman in front of him.
The two looked at each other, but were speechless.
In the end, it was Simon who spoke for the mermaid, "What I said last time might not have been entirely accurate. You can't accept that your wise father, who was supposed to protect you, is a scumbag. But what you can't accept even more is that... after being treated like that, you actually still love him."
A tear finally fell from the corner of Ah Hai's eye.
This is the last tear buried deep in his heart, a golden tear.
"Do you think I'm stupid?" Ah Hai asked. He looked at the doctor in front of him. Although the man was very young, his eyes were very deep, just like his father's eyes.
"No." Simon's voice was sincere, his eyes calm and tolerant. "If you love someone, then love them. There's nothing wrong with loving them even now. You can't control who you fall in love with."
There was a dazed look on Ah Hai's face. The tears falling on the back of his hand were still warm, but the corners of his mouth were already slightly upturned.
"Yes, I do still love him..." Ah Hai said in a low voice. He actually still loved the person who had hurt him. How shameful!
Simon said in a calm voice, "Louder."
"I... still love... you!" Mr. Mermaid stared into Simon's eyes. The image of the doctor in front of him had disappeared, as if the father with silver hair was sitting right in front of him.
"Louder." The doctor commanded with a tone that contained a hint of hypnosis.
"I still love you!"
"Louder." The doctor's tone remained calm and composed.
"I love you!"
"I—love—you!" the mermaid screamed loudly, again and again, each one louder than the last, until it turned into a howl, a sound containing deep affection, pain, trembling, and wailing.
Finally, the crying stopped and the mermaid began to vomit violently. He grabbed the trash can and wanted to vomit something out, but he just kept dry heaving.
Finally, Mr. Mermaid calmed down. He looked at the burnt cigarette butt between his fingers and felt more relaxed than ever before.
"Are you feeling better?" Simon asked gently.
Mr. Hai nodded, his eyes became firm at this moment, and the suppressed pain, anger, and deep love all dissipated at this moment.
"Do you still feel very much in love with him?"
The mermaid took a deep breath and smiled his brightest smile. His eyes were deep, but bright; his face was a little pale, but his voice was more relaxed than ever before.
He shook his head slightly, and the fish tail that had appeared swayed gently: "I once... loved you very, very much, but now - I don't love you anymore."
This was the first time Simon saw Mr. Hai smile from the heart.
Mr. Hai gave him four hundred yuan and walked out of the clinic.
This was his last time here. The hurt he had suffered had already happened and could not be changed. The love he had felt had already been given and could not be taken back.
The only thing I can do is to acknowledge their existence and then tell myself that they are things of the past, and my path is right under my feet.
Maybe we have wasted some time, maybe we have stayed in the past too long, but it is not too late to wake up now, see the bright sky, hear the waves of the sea, and breathe the smell of the salty and wet sea water.
Mr. Hai stood on the black sea, watching the waves rolling in from the depths of the sea, and his heart felt calmer than ever before.
He took a deep breath, stretched out his hands, and a golden scepter appeared between them. Countless spiritual energies from heaven and earth poured into his body.
From now on, I will cultivate not for revenge, not to plunge my blade into my enemies, and not to pursue a love that doesn't exist. It will simply be for a brighter tomorrow, for me to see the magnificent beauty of the world with clearer eyes.
Just for the only life I have.
Mr. Hai understood life, let go of love and hate, and thus jumped out of the three realms of the mundane world and ascended to enlightenment.
The author has something to say: When you completely let go of the past, it is time to start the present.
When the fantasy bubble bursts, that's when you see the real beauty.
May all those who have been hurt, loved and hated and unable to break free, have the day when they can truly live for themselves.
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