It was probably because yesterday’s program touched on family affairs involving a third party that today almost all the calls were about such confessions.
What to do if your husband has a mistress.
What to do about the seven-year itch.
There was even one asking what to do if the husband snores and they want a divorce.
Qian was already well-versed in these issues; the late-night talk show is ant to listen to various emotional problems. People seldom think of seeking soone’s listening ear when they are in a good mood; it’s only during troubleso tis that they think of calling.
And most of those troubles are related to family, which she had long beco numb to, but the always accompanying Yu Minglang appeared sowhat pensive.
He sowhat understood how i’s premarital phobia ca about.
She grew up in a special family where her parents’ relationship was fraught, causing her subconscious rejection towards marriage.
Even though Jia Xiufang did well after reuniting her family, Qian seldom went ho. Her impression of ho remained stuck in that quarrelso childhood.
Growing up, she studied Clinical Psychology, encountering all sorts of troubled people, witnessing unhealthy families.
Her anxiety and fear towards marriage was also normal. Yu Minglang admitted that when she initially avoided marriage, he felt sowhat uncomfortable.
After he visited the bookstore to look up materials, that discomfort turned into distress, especially after just going downstairs to buy water and hearing the night-shift workers’ conversation, his distress beca even more pronounced.
When Qian finished the program and ca out, she saw him leaning on the door, lost in thought, and waved her hand twice in front of him.
"What are you looking at?"
"Resign."
"What did you say?" Qian thought she misheard.
The director at the side pretended to tidy up materials, while in reality, had perked up ears.
"Resign; if you feel embarrassed to talk to Mr Liu, I’ll go speak."
He didn’t want her to continue doing this.
Just listening for a while made him heartache for her; doing these things was only increasing her subconscious anxiety about marriage.
"What made you think of saying this?"
Qian was puzzled what triggered him; he was fine when they ca, but after recording a program, he wanted her to stop?
"We’ll talk when we get ho." Yu Minglang didn’t want to delve into this in front of outsiders.
On the way ho, Qian asked about the topic again.
"Why did you suddenly want to resign?"
"When I went downstairs to buy water, I heard two night-shift workers chatting, they said..." Yu Minglang’s face darkened a bit thinking of those conversations.
"What did they say?"
"They said a psychology talk show host on the radio had previously committed suicide."
"I’ve heard about it too; it was the host before the last one, a very good person, it’s a pity, still so young."
The suicide rate of hosts of psychology talk shows is quite high.
In fact, not only talk show hosts, but psychologists also have high suicide rates.
"Stop doing this; there’re so many other things you could do. You have to go out so late, disrupt sleep, and listen to people dumping emotional garbage every day." Yu Minglang didn’t want to interfere with her work initially, but hearing about soone committing suicide left him choked up.
He couldn’t imagine what he would do if it were Qian.
"You know what my major is, right? Clinical work involves being a listener for various emotional issues; the radio mostly deals with emotional garbage rather than psychological issues, so this is just an internship assigned by the teacher. The psychological consultations I’ll do later will be much more serious; if you can’t handle this, what will you do when I start my actual job?"
Upon hearing her say it’ll be more serious later on, Yu Minglang imdiately imagined 26 suicide thods, turning pale and feeling suffocated.
Without thinking, he blurted out.
"Stop doing this, co ho, I’ll support you."
Qian looked at him deeply, "Don’t bring up this matter in the future."
When Yu Minglang heard her tone, he realized he had been too clever by half.
"I’m just worried about you. If you are constantly exposed to negative information and it’s even affecting your own life, why keep doing it?"
"Then you should go ho as well, and I’ll support you; can my job’s danger even compare to how busy you are? You’re so busy every day; why do you keep doing it?"
"This is completely different!" Yu Minglang said, sowhat exasperated.
"There’s no difference; the danger level of our psychologists’ profession is even higher. If we were really to be serious about it, many professions are high-risk. If everyone feels it’s too dangerous and stops, what about those vacant positions? If you think it’s dangerous, you might want to put in a glass jar, but who will be the psychologist then?"
"Don’t twist concepts; what I’m saying isn’t even the sa thing. I hope you are happy every day, with not so much pressure." Facing her eloquence, Yu Minglang felt so sense of defeat but insisted on his viewpoint.
"Where did you see from that I’m not happy? I don’t feel high pressure; I handle these consultations with ease. I won’t bring emotions from work back ho, so you don’t have to worry I’ll end up with depression under pressure like those predecessors."
You aren’t depressed, but you fear marriage! Yu Minglang couldn’t say these words out loud, only anxiously held them within.
At ho, he went to the supermarket; Qian thought he was buying protection again and wondered why when they had just bought it in the morning.
Oh, he must know the next day is the weekend, wanting to do it several tis?
This thought made her a bit shy and anticipatory, as Yu Xiaoqiang wasn’t one known for single moves, rather a master of variety, surprising each ti. Maybe this was a good way to relieve the current stress for Qian.
But her anticipation was in vain; when he ca back, unlike the day before where they bathed together, Qian washed up early and lay down, waiting, but he didn’t react, seeing him standing on the balcony from the living room, pulling a small box from his pocket. But the box wasn’t protection; it was cigarettes.
Almost never seen him smoking, what’s caused him such heavy pressure?
Qian leaned against the bedroom door watching him, Yu Minglang supporting himself on the balcony railing silently smoking, yet thinking of her.
Qian thought about it and decided not to disturb him; she knew every man has a specific stage where they particularly enjoy solitude.
The biggest difference between n and won is that won’s first reaction to having a concern is to find a friend to confide in; n prefer returning to their spiritual world, a secret garden. n don’t like confiding or needing comfort. When faced with difficulties, what they need is smoking alcohol and a space for solitude.
Qian gave up the thought of accompanying him, retreated back into the bedroom, lying down, she also needed a space for solitude now.
Perhaps what Qiuqiu said before is right, a strong T lives within Qian’s soul, sotis her mindset is really close to n.
But on this night, although he lay beside her, the nightmare gone all day returned again. Qian, waking suddenly from the nightmare, sat up abruptly, finding Yu Minglang unexpectedly not asleep, with a deep contemplative look at her that she didn’t know how long had lasted.
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