Who would study psychology unless they had some issues?! Chapter 567: 546: Growing from Boy to Man

Chapter 567: Chapter 546: Growing from Boy to Man

Only by saying a complete farewell to the past can we turn to the future and embrace growth.

Using a more literary term to describe the visitor’s next actions, that would be—

Burial of the boy in his heart.

“Next, I want you to write a eulogy. You can arrange the wording of this part’s content freely, organizing the beginning and the end as you wish.”

“But I hope your eulogy will include these parts—”

Nan Zhubin looked into the visitor’s eyes: “—You need to mourn ‘the loving parents who never existed,’ mourn ‘the boy who once yearned for family love,’ and finally, as an adult who has inherited that boy’s strength, lay them to rest in their coffins.”

The visitor looked at Nan Zhubin, his eyes sowhat wooden.

The visitor’s breath subconsciously beca heavy, long.

Then he turned his gaze back to the paper and pen on the coffee table.

The paper was square, made of wood; the paper was white, although it was on the table, it seed to soak through the entire tabletop, filling every surrounding space.

After a long mont, the visitor grabbed the pen, his wrist moving his palm repeatedly, as if writing on the paper, or as if waving to so figure on the paper’s surface.

Tick-tock—Tick-tock—

The wall clock ticked away, ti passed second by second.

Nan Zhubin took out his phone and sent a ssage to Mo Kai outside the door, signaling to the assistant not to knock and enter, as today’s consultation would be extended.

Then he looked at the visitor.

When the visitor can self-reflect, he thinks of past events, having felt anger, grown resentnt, and even tossed and turned for several nights, tornted by these emotions, unable to sleep.

But at this mont, the visitor seed to feel a similar yet different emotion.

There is anger, yet it is a quiet anger; there is resentnt, yet it is a gentle resentnt.

He experiences these emotions, his mood sinking into a type of peace he has never felt before.

At first, the visitor had to work hard to formulate wording; but quickly, he felt as if another hand from behind him grasped his pen, writing down each word on the paper on his behalf.

Imrsed in emotion, the visitor suddenly woke up, looking over his shoulder knowingly.

Yet he saw nothing.

“…Teacher, I’ve finished writing.” After a long while, the visitor said.

Nan Zhubin nodded, pulled a single-seat sofa in front of the visitor, then sat to the side and gestured to the visitor: “Read it aloud, and today’s consultation will officially be over.”

The visitor nodded, first glancing at the empty sofa.

This ti Nan Zhubin did not place any papers or cushions on it; there was only air.

“…”

The visitor’s gaze froze for two seconds, and he bowed his head.

…

“Today, we are here not to say goodbye to soone but to say goodbye to so things that never truly existed.”

“I am saying goodbye to the mother I imagined would unconditionally love ; I am saying goodbye to the father I built in my dreams, who would protect and guide .”

The visitor’s words were a bit hesitant, a bit stumbled.

Nan Zhubin looked at the visitor’s expression, relaxing into his sofa, feeling a sense of relief.

“You only existed in my longing, you never entered reality. I kept waiting for you to push open the door, but today I realized that there was never anyone behind that door.”

“I’ve let go of this waiting. I’m no longer waiting for you.”

The visitor quickly blinked twice, slightly pressing his lips, squeezing out a fleeting smile.

“Then, it’s goodbye to you—the Nan Zhihao from many years ago, longing for a bit of warmth in the corner.”

“I say goodbye to your loneliness, goodbye to your repeated courage that repeatedly fell short.”

“Perhaps you should have been freed long ago, but I’ve kept you here, letting you endure everything on my behalf.”

“I know you’re in pain, you’re scared, but… it’s not your fault. You’ve done well enough.”

The visitor looked up at the empty sofa, quickly lowered his gaze back to the paper in front of him.

He exhaled a long breath: “Now I place you all here.”

“I return my fantasy of parents to my childhood; I collect the pain of the boy into today’s heart.”

“I do not deny your existence, you certainly will continue to accompany in the coming days.”

“But this longing has ended, the waiting has ended too.”

“Perhaps I will have my own family, or perhaps not. But these will be borne by myself.”

“I will take everything from you, turn around and walk the path ahead.”

The visitor put down the paper in his hand, folded it, then looked up at the empty sofa in front of him.

“May you all find peace.”

Very brief.

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“Click,” the consultation room door opened, and the visitor walked out.

Compared to the bittersweet feeling mixed with joy in previous consultations, today his aura was particularly heavy.

His face was expressionless, his gaze seemingly unfocused, yet his steps inexplicably possessed a carefree lightness.

He exhaled a long breath, walked out, lightly nodded and greeted Mo Kai and two receptionists he encountered, then disappeared into the elevator.

Nan Zhubin followed out, stretched lazily, also feeling a lightness.

“Xiao Kai.”

The consultation assistant heard Nan Zhubin calling his na and quickly ca over: “Senior.”

“Is Nan Zhihao’s package almost finished?”

Nan Zhubin’s caseload isn’t large, Mo Kai had long been familiar with it.

“Yes, there’s only one more consultation left.”

Nan Zhubin nodded: “After this package ends, don’t actively talk to him about renewing. If he wants to renew, don’t recomnd a package, let him settle per session.”

“Also, no need to schedule consultations every week, you can appropriately extend the ti. Once every two weeks, or even once a month is fine.”

Nan Zhihao’s condition can start trying to gradually detach from consultation, and for visitors like this, the company naturally has its own reservation thods.

For visitors like this, if consultation is still sold packaged, it might create the notion of ‘I have a few consultations left in my package, should I finish them?’ for the visitor.

Making things linger on might be detrintal to the visitor’s independence instead.

Mo Kai was stunned: “Senior, is there so economic problem with the visitor? His consultations are reimbursed, he doesn’t have to pay…”

Nan Zhubin shook his head: “No, he can start trying to be independent.”

Mo Kai was once again taken aback, then comprehended. A sense of inexplicable accomplishnt began to surge in Mo Kai’s heart; this was the first complete psychological consultation case he had participated in.

Although he was just an assistant, not directly involved in consultation, it just felt inexplicably joyful.

Nan Zhubin didn’t concern himself with the assistant anymore, and walked straight back to his desk. Just now in the consultation room, he also had his emotions drop to a low due to Empathy with the visitor, but his professional competency quickly adjusted his mindset.

Even without using Emotion Rebalancing.

Instead, a feeling akin to a farr watching the harvest waves in autumn began to fill his chest.

The consultation ended, finally he could start inventorying the harvest of this Case Archiving!

He drank so water to moisten his throat, and Nan Zhubin was ready to use Emotion Rebalancing to enter the Dream Psychological Consultation Room.

Suddenly, the familiar tingling sensation surged in his heart again.

Wait a mont…

Nan Zhubin blinked, has another Case Archiving just been completed?

No, Nan Zhihao should have already solved the problem before the consultation began… did he misjudge, his problem was only solved now?

How should he account for the previous instance?

Nan Zhubin carefully sensed the changes in his body and found it different—

This ti, the feeling of Case Archiving seed slightly weaker than before.

He thought of sothing, pulled out his phone, and opened the chat dialogue box marked as Weng Pinting.