The time is half past eleven in the morning, almost noon.

Masashi Toyama sat alone at the desk by the window, looking at several mental health records. The warm sunlight shone on the mahogany table from the half-opened window, burning the fine velvet fibers on the paper of the medical records.

The silk was slightly curled and flew out the window when the wind blew.

The office of the Department of Psychology is very quiet, as quiet as the campus outside the window. Inside, you can only hear the sound of medical records being flipped, and outside, you can only hear the sound of the wind blowing through the pine trees, shrubs, and violet bushes.

According to the class schedule of Kassel College, the whole campus will only become lively until around 11:30. Outside the window where Masashi Toyama is leaning, people holding hands will appear one after another on the stone pavement surrounded by violets.

The cheerful figures of students reading textbooks, and the girls coming out of dance class may step on the stone slabs and dance two or three bars of the lively flamenco dance they learned from their Hispanic dance teachers.

But at least for now, the entire campus is quiet. Toyama Masashi turns to look out the window. This kind of time is very suitable for office work, and it is also very suitable for the work of the Psychology Department. Let the emotions settle in the spiral of exploring the human heart and emotions, and read carefully those

The forgotten, disgusted, and loved past events must be accepted, tolerated, and finally understood to become the true self.

A quiet environment is good, but the silence is always broken. We often call that moment the beginning of the story.

At first we could see a figure appearing on the stone pavement downstairs of the Psychology Department. It was difficult for Masashi Toyama, who was working by the window on the second floor, not to notice him, because he was walking straight towards this small building, taking him with him.

Wearing a hat and lowering his head, he walked in a hurry.

This made Masashi Toyama couldn't help but take a look at the appointment list. It was obvious that there were no appointments in the psychology department at this time, so the people who came were not here for consultation and treatment. Very few people would patronize the psychology department. Even among young students, many people

I also believe that the need to visit the Psychology Department is a sign of weak will, which will be looked down upon by others. This is not unreasonable. Although it is a bit extreme, if you are destined to witness those great beings in the future, the link of will is more important than blood.

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But Toyama Masashi disagrees with this idea of ​​self-improvement by the strong, put forward by the student council president. In his opinion, psychological problems are always a serious disease caused by gathering sand into a tower, and even a mentally strong person will underestimate it.

Even minor problems will inevitably break out in an anthill one day, so he always welcomes students' help at any time, even without an appointment.

Out of professionalism and moral concern, after the figure entered the blind spot of his field of vision, which also meant that he had entered the small building of the psychology department, Masashi Toyama put the medical records on the table that had caused excessive psychic vision due to Bronze City Dragon Wen.

He aligned them on the table and put them in the drawer on the right hand side. He didn't want the patient to see these things and think they were affecting the normal work of the psychology department.

Since the visitor may be a patient, why should a doctor put more pressure on the patient? Even if it is a trivial amount, as a doctor Masashi Toyama, he hopes that when the other person opens the door, he will see himself who is well-rested, which may be a little

Unexpectedly but with a smile on his face, he told the other party: You came just in time, and I happen to have nothing to do at the moment. Let’s talk about your affairs!

There was the creak of the door downstairs being pushed, the footsteps of people walking up the stairs, and the muffled sound of people stepping on the soft carpet in the walkway. Finally, there was a knock on the door of the office. Masashi Toyama said: Please come in. The other party turned the door.

He opened the door with his handle, but did not walk in. He just poked his head in, revealing the face of an Indian man, with a pair of clear and bright eyes under the brim of a peaked cap.

He raised his eyes and saw the smiling teacher Masashi Toyama behind the desk. He then moved his eyes away and looked around at the empty office, bookshelves, sofas and chairs for patient treatment, lamps with gold patterns in the corners, and finally his eyes returned.

He circled back to Masashi Toyama and asked, "Are you Mr. Lin Xian?"

"Mr. Lin Xian? No, there is only Ms. Masashi Toyama here. No, it's Mr. Masashi Toyama. You are looking for Ms. Lin Xian, right?" After being stunned, Masashi Toyama subconsciously spoke with a trace of embarrassment on his face.

"Oh, oh, I'm sorry. I see there is only one person in this office. Is 'Lin Xian' a female? Sorry, I can't distinguish the gender of Chinese names." The Indian guy muttered, "The mail room asked me to send something to

Ms. Lin Xian, does she work here?"

"Are you a staff member of the mailroom?" Masashi Toyama paused for a moment to understand the identity of the other party, "Did her mail package come to the college? She is still in the library persuading some stubborn professors to review their psychological problems.

If you can't leave, just leave the things here temporarily and I will hand them over to her."

"No problem, it's just a letter, but I didn't write the house number and filled in the address of the college. If it hadn't been written to be addressed to Ms. Lin Xian, I really don't know what I would have done. I asked some students after class and found out that she was in psychology.

I have a job in the department, and I will have a good meal this time." The Indian guy complained and pushed open the door and walked in. He was wearing a green mandarin jacket, like someone from the post office, and he was carrying a shoulder bag

He rummaged around inside as he walked over, and finally took out a yellow letter and handed it to Masashi Toyama.

"Thank you for your hard work, but you said that the address on the envelope was not filled in the package warehouse in Chicago, but directly filled in the college? Is it true or false?" Masashi Toyama paused slightly and leaned forward.

"Of course it's true. Sometimes there are letters like this sent directly, but they're all addressed to professors or principals."

"Where did the letter come from?"

The Indian guy handed over the letter with a strange look on his face, "The letter was sent from China, but the Chinese are really strange. In this era, they still choose to send letters to communicate. Isn't it possible that the Internet has not been popularized there, and there is no such thing as email."

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"In your impression, China should still be more than ten years ago, and India is not much better than China more than ten years ago." Masashi Toyama complained silently in his heart, without any real offense.

When you say it, what comes out of your mouth is something else.

"China is developing very fast now, and according to my understanding of the Chinese, it is very rare even among them in this era to choose to exchange letters." Masashi Toyama took the letter, "There are other packages too.

Of?"

"No more, just a letter." After delivering the letter, the Indian guy handed over a form, "Please sign it for me."

Masashi Toyama put the letter on the edge of the table. After signing for his cousin, the Indian boy turned around and slipped away. His work for the day was not over yet, and he still had a lot of things to send to the young ancestors at Kassel College.

They are all rich and restless owners. There are so many overseas mail orders that the mail room is about to burst. For this reason, the Discipline Committee has specially proposed to the school board of directors to restrict students' online mail orders. The mail room has never dreamed of it.

This proposal was approved by the superiors, which made their work much easier.

The Indian guy left. Masashi Toyama sat for a while and then took out the medical records in the drawer and started looking through them. However, after reading a few pictures, his eyes couldn't help but fall on the letter beside him.

He put down the medical record sheet, reached for the letter, and looked through it. There was no trace of scribbling on the back of the yellow envelope. All the information in the front format was filled in, from the zip code in the upper left corner to the recipient's address, name,

Including the sender's information and so on.

But there is one thing that Masashi Toyama feels is very inconsistent, that is, the handwriting is a bit ugly, like a turtle crawling. It can be seen from the handwriting that the writer is probably a rough man with an unkempt appearance. There is no childishness in the handwriting, it is all

Adults try to make their handwriting look prettier in order to cover up their own scrawling style, but in fact this approach has no other purpose than adding obstacles to readers. It can be regarded as a poor cover-up of their own miserable writing.

The name of the sender is "Zhou Jingzhe". These three characters are written in a decent manner, but they are not considered "calligraphy". It can only be said that the style was "cursive" after writing too many times.

The specific mailing address is a coastal city in China. If Masashi Toyama remembers it well, that city should be Lin Xian's hometown. He had mentioned that second- and third-tier city in China when chatting with the other party before, and Lin Xian was from there.

He came out of an orphanage in that city.

But he has no impression of the name "Zhou Jingzhe" Toyama Masashi. Lin Xian has never mentioned the existence of this person in many daily chats or even psychological consultations. This turtle-like handwriting does not look like a pen pal. If it is really a pen pal,

If so, Masashi Toyama, a Japanese person, would kindly advise him to practice calligraphy.

Could it be Lin Xian's old friend? Or his ex-boyfriend when he dropped out of college? But if it was his ex-boyfriend, the word would be too awkward. It's hard for Masashi Toyama to imagine someone as intellectual, beautiful, and with the characteristics of an oriental beauty like Lin Xian.

And a girl with a high IQ would have an ex-boyfriend written like this

It does not mean that bad words mean bad people. This is a prejudice, but the saying "seeing words is like seeing people" is inevitable, and it is a common social phenomenon. Submit resumes to various companies

The handwriting must also be a major focus. If the handwriting is like a turtle crawling, the interviewer will probably brush off the resume just by looking at it.

So it is inevitable that Toyama Masashi did not have a particularly good first impression of the man who sent the letter. In addition, Lin Xian is the long-lost "department beauty" of the Psychology Department. As a superior, he is really not willing to meet a person of all kinds.

Girls who are so good in every aspect that he praises them will have emotional bad debts. Just like everyone likes beautiful things, everything is beautiful, and they don't want them to be tainted by dirty things.

Masashi Toyama stared at the envelope, his expression was a bit weird in general. He was not uncomfortable. Lin Xian might have an ex-boyfriend. After all, the girl's private communication had nothing to do with his superior, and he did not have the qualifications or position to offend or spy on him.

He still felt a little weird in his heart, as if he saw a flower that seemed to have been inserted into cow dung, and it made him feel strange.

This made him even more curious. He was particularly curious about the relationship between this man "Zhou Jingzhe" and Lin Xian. Was he a former classmate? Or an old friend from the orphanage?

This should be the first time Lin Xian got something in the mailroom. This girl is usually thrifty and has no experience in online shopping, so this should be a letter she received a year and a half after she came to Kassel College.

Would someone only write to her a year after she left her hometown?

His heart felt itchy, but no matter how much he was tortured by curiosity, Toyama Masashi could only stare at the letter. He could not open other people's personal letters just because of his curiosity. His own moral standards did not allow him to do so.

To do this kind of thing, even real family members must at least leave each other's private space.

"After forgetting it, if you can, ask Lin Xian who the other party is?" Masashi Toyama chose a compromise method to ease his curiosity.

Just when he was about to put the letter back, the door of the psychology department was pushed open again. He subconsciously thought that the Indian guy was back again and looked up and asked, "Did you forget anything else?"

But the person who opened the door and came in was not an Indian boy, but a boy dressed in the dusty clothes of the executive department. Masashi Toyama recognized him at a glance. After all, there is probably no one in the academy who needs to recognize this boy at a second glance.

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"Student Lin Nian? Have you returned to the academy?" Masashi Toyama sat up straight and looked at Lin Nian who walked in and said unexpectedly.

"Teacher Masashi Toyama." The person who walked into the office was Lin Nian, who had just returned to the college in the morning. As soon as he came in and said hello, just like the Indian guy before, he moved his eyes away from Masashi Toyama's face and glanced at the office.

He looked around every corner, then looked back and asked, "Isn't my sister here not long ago?"

Then another person came to see Lin Xian.

"Your sister should be in the library now, diagnosing the psychological conditions of the professors who stay in the library to eat and drink. The information about the Bronze City you brought back has made many professors go crazy to decipher it during this period.

We are worried that they will have psychological problems if they continue like this," Masashi Toyama said.

"Excuse me." Lin Nian nodded politely after getting the news he wanted, turned around and was about to leave, but suddenly Masashi Toyama said, "Um, Lin Nian, are you going to the library to find your sister now?"

"Yes, what's the matter?" Lin Nian stopped and turned around to ask.

"She has a letter that was just sent to me. I signed it for her. If you want to find her now, you can bring her the letter with her." Masashi Toyama raised the letter in his hand.

"Letter?" Lin Nian was startled, "Sent to my sister? Where did it come from?"

"China is more precisely the city in your hometown. Do you know a person named "Zhou Jingzhe"?"

"Zhou Jingzhe?" Lin Nian frowned slightly, "Who is that?"

"Forget it if I can't remember, I just asked casually. 'Zhou Jingzhe' is the name of the person who sent the letter, and the address of this letter is the college. Lin Xian should have told her?" Masashi Toyama continued to reveal calmly.

Information people all have a tendency to gossip. As a psychiatrist, his level of gossip is no less than anyone else. After all, only those with relevant interests will develop in this area. Therefore, he also wanted to use Lin Nian, Lin Xian, under his own small thoughts.

My brother came to explain his curiosity about this letter.

"Give me half a minute." Lin Nian relaxed his brows, stood on the spot and looked away expressionlessly, his eyes a little vacant. Masashi Toyama could tell that the other person was probably digging out the memories in his mind.
To be continued...