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Resonance
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I opened a counseling room in hometown, even though there are few people coming, it is enough to support my daily expenses.
Most of the people who come to see me every day are either middle-aged women dealing with their husbands' infidelity, or parents dealing with their underage daughters being lured away from home by bad influences. Sometimes I feel helpless. I'm not a police officer, so there's not much I can do for them. Why do they come to me?
In fact, there are three people living in the human heart.
You, me, him.
And my existence is to adjust the balance of these three people in his heart for my patients.
This is actually normal, because these events can be big or small, and what I have always done is to adjust the emotions of these family members, or to give advice and make plans to help them return to the good old days.
Those who understand, understand.
Even a broken cup, when glued back together, will still have cracks.
The husband who had an affair ultimately chose to divorce her, and the daughter who returned also became estranged from her parents. The neighbors' quarrels ended with them moving out. It seems that I didn't really help with anything.
During that time, I was extremely depressed as a newly opened business owner.
At this time, I met my first patient in the true sense.
His surname is Liu, so let's call him Mr. Liu!
That day, it was his wife, Miss Ma, who came to see me.
She was different from those people, wearing a mask, as if she didn't want people to see her face.
Entering the consultation room, she seemed very hesitant, but eventually spoke up and asked, "Can you come to my house and help me check on my husband?"
Me: "Of course, may I ask if your husband has any psychological illness?"
Miss Ma: "He... he didn't have any illness before, but... I recently feel that something is not right with him. He can't come here easily, can you help me go and see him?"
I could clearly feel that this was completely different from the events I had encountered before, so I immediately agreed to go to Miss Ma and Mr. Liu's home tomorrow.
According to Miss Ma, her husband Mr. Liu is a very popular writer who is extremely passionate about creating crime-related works. I happened to have read one of his books, and he is indeed a well-known figure.
Indeed, it is not convenient to take such a person to the hospital, especially since he himself refuses very thoroughly.
According to Miss Ma's greeting, I am having a conversation with him as a fan of Mr. Liu's book.
Me: "Hello, sir. I am your fan. Are you currently working on a new book?"
Mr. Liu stopped writing and looked at me, saying, "Yes, what brings you to me?"
Me: "Well, I've read your book Resonance before. The female protagonist in the book was emotionally suppressed by her mother who favored her younger brother. Later, her brother died in an accident, her father's gambling led to the auction of their house, and he left with another woman, leaving her alone with her mother. Without good looks, emotional intelligence, or a high education, she struggled in society for ten years, working as a prostitute and a salesperson. Eventually, she got involved with the underworld, was implicated in a murder case, and was sentenced to death. Do you have anything to say about this character you created?"
After listening to what I said, Mr. Liu became interested. He raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "I can only say that I sympathize with her, but I don't pity her for it. In the end, she is just a character I created in my writing."
Me: "Creating such a tragic life, don't you have any sources of inspiration?"
Mr. Liu:"She is just a character in my novel. Her purpose is to drive the development of the whole story, influence the emotions and psychological reactions of the people around her, and attract the emotions of the readers."
A very official answer, no problem at all, but Miss Ma should have more reasons for approaching me about this.
Mr. Liu: "Is that a very official answer?"
His words hit the mark, and I was taken aback.
Mr. Liu found my expression very useful and continued, "Don't feel that Lingzi (the female protagonist in the previously released Resonance) is tragic. You are also a character created by me, but you are not important enough to carry the emotions and plot development of the protagonist in the story."
Me: "Why do you say that?"
I seem to have some idea why Miss Ma came to find me. Her husband is a Delusional disorder patient.
Mr. Liu: "I know you are somewhat shocked, this is beyond your understanding, but this is the truth. And what we are discussing now will not appear in the article, not even a passing description."
I'm curious: "How do you prove that I am a character created by you?"
His thinking is very strange, but also very normal.
Mr. Liu: "In the world of novels, their backgrounds are not casually revealed to everyone, and they are not explicitly explained to the readers. Moreover, in the writing of novels, whether it's a minor character or a major one, their backgrounds are only partially described. Who would fully explain it to the readers?"
Me: "Well, maybe I will do that."
Mr. Liu smiled and said, "You definitely won't. As I've said, you are a character I created, but not entirely. Just like now, you have your own thoughts and can converse with me. And I am talking to you now because I am immersed in the entire storyline. I am not in the role of the author, nor am I in the role of the reader."
Me: "Then what role are you in?"
Mr. Liu: "Like you, I am both an observer and a participant. If I wanted to, I could also know about your background, but I won't write it in the novel. That would be too boring, and readers wouldn't like it. The current conversation is also necessary for the development of the plot. Besides the few people present in the book, no one else knows."
Me: "Are you planning to let the readers know?"
Mr. Liu: "Did you forget? The readers wouldn't know, after all, this is just a small scene that happened in the book and didn't drive the story forward."
After saying that, he looked at Miss Ma behind me.
Miss Ma sat on the nearby sofa, drinking tea continuously, as if she had already drunk five or six cups. When she noticed Mr. Liu's gaze, she also turned to ask for my opinion.
I nodded.
Received the signal, this conversation was interrupted halfway. Miss Ma sent me away.
On the way back, I told Miss Ma about my diagnosis. She seemed prepared and not flustered, just asking me how to help him with the treatment.
I handed over my friend's business card to her in the mental hospital, Miss Ma took it, held it tightly, and remained silent for a long time.
Two weeks later, I received news from my friend that Mr. Liu had been taken to the mental hospital by Miss Ma and his family.
Looking at "Resonance" on the table, I fell silent for a moment.
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