If I don't have money to go to college, I can only go to slay the dragon

Chapter 661 Letter

It was half past ten in the morning, close to noon.

Masashi Toyama sat alone at the desk by the window and looked at several mental health records. The warm sunlight shone on the mahogany table from the half-open window, scalding the fine fibers on the paper of the medical records. The silk curled slightly, and flew out of the window as soon as the wind blew.

The office of the Psychological Department is very quiet, as quiet as the campus outside the window. Inside, only the sound of flipping papers of medical records can be heard, and outside, only the sound of the mighty wind blowing the pine forest, shrubs, and violet bushes can be heard.

According to the class schedule of Kassel College, the whole campus will only become lively around 11:30. Outside the window where Masashi Toyama is leaning, people holding textbooks will appear one after another on the stone road surrounded by violets. The students are happy and happy, and the girls who have finished the dance get out of class may step on the slate and dance two or three bars of the bright flamenco dance they learned from the Hispanic dance teacher.

But at least for now, the entire campus is quiet. Masashi Toyama turned his head and looked out the window. This kind of time is very suitable for office work, and it also fits well with the work of the Psychological Department—to let emotions settle in the spiral of exploring people’s hearts and emotions, and read carefully Those forgotten, disgusted, and loved past events, to accept, tolerate, finally understand, and face up to the real self.

A quiet environment is good, but there is always a time when the silence is broken, and we often call that moment the beginning of the story.

At first, we could see a figure appearing on the stone road downstairs in the psychological department. It was hard for Masashi Toyama, who was working by the window on the second floor, not to notice him, because he was walking straight towards the small building, bringing Wearing a hat and bowing his head, he walked hurriedly.

This made Toyama Masashi glance at the appointment form. It is obvious that there is no appointment in the psychological department at this time, so the people who come here are not for consultation and treatment. Few people will patronize the psychological department. Even among young students, many people I also think that the need to visit the psychological department is a sign of weak will, and thus will be looked down upon by others—this is not unreasonable, although it is a bit extreme, but if you are destined to witness those great existences in the future, the will will be more important than the blood s things.

But Toyama Masashi disagrees with the idea of ​​self-improvement of the strong put forward by the chairman of the student union. In his opinion, psychological problems are always the accumulation of sand into a tower, and the evil diseases caused by accumulation of armpits. Even minor problems will inevitably lead to an ant nest one day, so he always welcomes students to ask for help at any time, even if there is no appointment.

Out of professionalism and moral concern, after the figure entered the blind spot of his vision, which also meant that he had entered the small building of the psychological department, he put the medical records on the table that had excessive spiritual vision problems due to Longwen of the Bronze City Aligned on the desktop, stored in the drawer on the right-hand side - he didn't want the patient to see these things and think that it affected the normal work of the psychological department.

Since the visitor may be a patient, why should a doctor put more pressure on the patient?Even if it is an insignificant little bit, as a doctor, Toyama Masashi hopes that when the other party opens the door, he will see himself at leisure. He may be a little surprised but tell the other party with a smile on his face: You came just in time, and I happen to have nothing to do at the moment. Let's tell your story!
The creaking sound of the downstairs door being pushed, the sound of footsteps on the stairs, the sound of stepping on the soft carpet in the aisle, and finally the door of the office was knocked. Masashi Toyama said: Come in, and the other party turned the door He opened the door with his handle, but he didn't walk in. He just poked his head in, revealing the face of the Indian man, with clear and bright eyes under the brim of the peaked cap.

He raised his eyes and saw the smiling teacher Masashi Toyama behind the desk, then looked away, looked around the empty office, bookshelves, sofas and recliners for patients, lamps with golden silk patterns in the corner, and finally looked again Turning back to Fushan Masashi and asking, "Excuse me, are you Mr. Lin Xian?"

"Mr. Lin Xian? No, there is only Ms. Masashi Toyama here. No, it is Mr. Masashi Toyama. You are looking for Ms. Xian Xian, right?" Masashi Toyama subconsciously revealed a trace of embarrassment on his face.

"Oh oh oh I'm sorry. I think 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 brother muttered, "The mail room asked me to send things. To Ms. 'Lin Xian', does she work here?"

"Are you a staff member in the mail room?" Toyama Yashi paused to understand the other party's identity, "Did her letter package arrive at the college? She is still persuading some stubborn professors in the library to review their psychological problems." I can’t go away, if possible, put the things here temporarily, and I will pass them on to her.”

"No problem, it's just a letter, but the address of the college was filled in without the house number. I really don't know what to do if it didn't say that it was addressed to Ms. Lin Xian. I asked some students after class to find out that she is in I work in the psychological department, and it will be easy for me to find it this time around.” The Indian boy grumbled and pushed open the door, walked in, wearing a green mandarin jacket, he looked like a person from the post office, and he was carrying a satchel While walking, he rummaged inside, finally found a yellow letter and handed it to Toyama Masashi.

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

"Of course it is true. Sometimes there are such letters sent directly, but they are all addressed to some professors or principals."

"Where did the letter come from?"

The Indian boy handed out the letter with a strange expression on his face, "The letter was sent from China, but the Chinese are really strange. They still choose to send letters to communicate in this era. Could it be that they haven't popularized the Internet there, and there is no such thing as e-mail?" ?"

"In your impression, China should still be more than ten years ago, and India is not much better than China ten years ago." Masashi Toyama took the letter and complained silently in his heart, without really offending Speak it out, 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 rare even among them to choose letters at this age." Masashi Toyama took the letter, "Is there anything else packaged together? Is it?"

"No more, just a letter." The Indian brother handed over a form after delivering the letter, "Please sign for me."

Masashi Toyama put the letter on the side of the table, and after he signed his cousin, the Indian brother turned around and slipped away. His work today is not over yet, and there are still a lot of things to send. The little ancestor in Kassel College We are all rich and restless masters, a lot of overseas mail orders are piled up so that the mail room is about to explode. For this reason, the Disciplinary Committee also specially proposed to the school board of directors to restrict students from online mail ordering. The mail room is full of dreams. If this proposal is passed by the above, their work will be much easier.

The Indian brother left. After sitting for a while, Masashi Toyama took out the medical records in the drawer and looked through them again, but after reading a few sheets, he couldn't help but focus on the letter on the side.

He put down the medical record sheet, reached for the letter and looked back and forth. There was no trace of graffiti on the back of the yellow envelope, but all the information in the format on the front was filled in, from the zip code in the upper left corner to the address and name of the recipient, Including the sender's information and so on.

But there is one thing Masashi Toyama finds very discordant, that is, the handwritten handwriting is a bit ugly, like a turtle crawling, and it can be seen from the handwriting that the letter writer is probably a rough guy with a rough appearance.There is no childishness in the handwriting, it is all the scribbled style created by adults in order to cover up the uncharacteristic characters, in order to make the characters look better. But in fact, this method has no other purpose than to increase the barriers for readers. A clumsy cover-up of one's own sadness.

The name of the sender is "Zhou Jingzhe". These three characters are well written, but they are not considered "calligraphy".

The specific mailing address is a coastal city in China. If Fushan Masashi remembers well, that city should be Lin Xian's hometown. He mentioned that second- and third-tier city in China when he was chatting with the other party before. From an orphanage in that city.

However, he had no impression of the name "Zhou Jingzhe" Masashi Toyama, and Lin Xian never mentioned the existence of this person in many casual chats and even psychological counseling.This turtle-like handwriting doesn't look like a pen pal. If it is really a pen pal, Masashi Toyama, a Japanese, would like to kindly persuade him to practice calligraphy.
Could it be Lin Xian's old friend?Or your ex-boyfriend when you dropped out of college?But if it's an ex-boyfriend, the words are too frustrating. It's hard for Toyama Masashi to imagine that a girl like Lin Xian who is as intelligent, beautiful, has the characteristics of an oriental beauty, and is also a high-IQ girl would have such an ex-boyfriend.
It’s not that saying bad handwriting means bad people, it’s a prejudice, but the saying that “seeing words is like seeing people” also exists, and it’s a common social phenomenon, submitting resumes to various companies The handwriting must also be a major focus. If the words are crawling like turtles, the interviewer will probably brush off the resume just by looking at it.

So it's unavoidable that Masashi Toyama didn't have a particularly good first impression of the man who sent the letter. In addition, Lin Xian is a long-lost "beauty" in the psychology department. They are so good in every aspect that the girls he praises will have emotional bad debts. Just like everyone likes beautiful things and everything is beautiful, and they don't want them to be stained by dirty things.

Masashi Toyama stared at the envelope, his expression was a little weird in general. He wasn't uncomfortable. Lin Xian might have an ex-boyfriend. After all, the girl's private communication has nothing to do with him as a superior, and he has no right or position to offend and spy on But he still felt a little weird, as if he saw a flower suspected to have been stuck in cow dung, it was strange.

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

This should be the first time for Lin Xian to get something in the mail room. Usually, this girl is thrifty and has no experience in online shopping, so this should be the letter she received after coming to Kassel College for a full year and a half. Who would be bewildered to write a letter a year after she left her hometown?
His heart was itchy, but no matter how much he was tortured by curiosity, Toyama Masashi could only stare blankly at this letter. It was impossible for him to open other people's private letters because of his own curiosity. His own moral standards did not allow him to To do this kind of thing, even real family members must at least leave each other's private space.

"Forget it. If you can, ask Lin Xian who the other party is?" Toyama Masashi 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 little Indian brother had returned and looked up and asked, "Is there anything else you forgot?"

But it was not the little Indian brother who opened the door, but a boy dressed in the executive department. Masashi Toyama recognized him at a glance. After all, there is no one in the academy who needs to recognize this boy at a second glance. people.

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

"Teacher Masashi Toyama." It was Lin Nian who had just returned to the college in the morning who walked into the office. After coming in and saying hello, he looked away from Masashi Toyama's face and glanced at the person in the office just like the previous Indian brother. Every corner, and then looked back and asked, "I just came back soon, isn't my sister here?"

Then another one came to look for Lin Xian.

"Your sister should be in the library right now, diagnosing the psychology of the group of professors who ate and drank in the library. The materials you brought back from the Bronze City have already made many professors go crazy. We have deciphered it, and we are worried that they will have psychological problems if they go on 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 Toyama Masashi said, "Well, Lin Nian, are you going to the library to find your sister now?"

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

"She sent me a letter just now, and I signed it for her. If you are going to find her now, you can bring the letter to her." Toyama Masashi held up the letter in his hand.

"A letter?" Lin Nian was taken aback for a moment, "Sent it to my sister? Where did it come from?"

"China...more precisely the city where you come from, do you know a guy named "'Zhou Jingzhe'?" "

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

"It's fine if you can't remember, just a casual question. 'Zhou Jingzhe' is the name of the person who sent the letter, and the address of this letter is also filled in the college. Lin Xian should have told her?" Toyama Masashi continued to reveal calmly Everyone has a heart for gossip. As a psychologist, his level of gossip is no lower than anyone else's. After all, only those who have relevant interests can develop in this area. So he also wants to pass Lin Nian, Lin Xian, under his own careful thinking. My younger brother came to explain my curiosity about this letter.

"Give me half a minute." Lin Nian loosened his brows, stood on the spot and looked away expressionlessly, his eyes were a little empty, Masashi Toyama could tell that the other party was probably digging out the memory in his mind.

For a long time recently, Lin Nian's mind has been full of information about dragons and various conspiracies and "general trends". He was as busy as the 007 hero who wanted to save the world. Even he needs a little time to recall the old events of the time before Kassel College.

Toyama Masashi waited patiently for half a minute, looked at his watch, and it was 30 seconds on time, and Lin Nian gave a reply.

He looked at Toyama Masashi and shook his head, "I don't have any impression, at least the ones I have contacted, and I noticed that there is no one with this name among the people my sister has contacted. The name 'Zhou Jingzhe' has never appeared in my ears. On the other hand, even if I even listened to it once, I won’t lose any impression.”

His memory was sorted out by the blond girl, basically he can be called a complete memory person, everything he has experienced will be put in the thinking hall like the Parthenon by the blond girl—— That is, behind those doors after doors, if he wanted to, he could even recite the books he read for enlightenment when he was three or four years old, but now he has no impression of the name 'Zhou Jingzhe' at all.

"Don't you have any impression?" Toyama Masashi was slightly taken aback. His curiosity grew stronger.

According to what he learned, Lin Xian and Lin Nian had lived together in that coastal city on the other side of the ocean for so many years, and their lives were closely linked. All their social networks and people they knew were tightly bound. Living.

Lin Nian's teacher at the kendo gym knew that he had a sister who loved and cared about him, and Lin Xian's boss at the coffee shop also knew that she had a smart younger brother who was very protective of his sister, but now the answer Lin Nian gave was that he didn't know at all. Does the person who sent the letter exist?

"Is 'Zhou Jingzhe' the sender? Let me see."

It was about Lin Xian, and Lin Nian's attention was drawn to it. He went up to take the letter from Masashi Toyama and looked at the front and back. He also noticed the name and address of the sender "Zhou Jingzhe". , as well as the name of the recipient Lin Xian and the detailed address of Kassel College handwritten below.

"The address of the college is generally kept secret, and only people inside know it. Even the couriers from the mailroom are sent to the warehouse in Chicago, and then the people in the mailroom take the CC1000 express train to sort them and send them back to the college. The letter was sent directly to the mailroom of the academy, and the address of the academy was written on it." Masashi Toyama pointed out the strangeness of the letter.

"You mean my sister told her the address?" Lin Nian said.

"Yes." Toyama Masashi nodded.

This incident was just a letter at a small level, but Lin Xian privately leaked the existence of Kassel College at a large level. After all, no one knew who this 'Zhou Jingzhe' was.

Things can be small or big, but Lin Nian doesn't care about such things at all. He can guarantee Lin Xian. Many times, Lin Xian's actions directly represent his intentions. He doesn't think Lin Xian will betray Kassel College. things to come.

What he cared more about was who the man 'Zhou Jingzhe' was and what was his relationship with Lin Xian, especially when he just returned to the academy with some important things and he sent this letter
"Do you have any suggestions?" Lin Nian turned over the envelope without trying to open it, looking at Toyama Masashi and asked calmly.

"There's no suggestion, I'm just doing my duty to tell you what I'm going to tell you." Masashi Toyama shook his head. He knew the boy was testing his tone to see if he would make the matter more meaningful, but he couldn't There is no meaning in this regard, Lin Xian is his best subordinate in the first place, he can't make a fuss about this matter.

Seeing Lin Nian holding the envelope and falling silent, he paused and said, "Do you think if you ask your sister directly about this letter, she will tell you the answer?"

"Maybe or maybe not, she won't tell me everything." Lin Nian said.

For example, Lin Xian used to smoke cigarettes at home alone because of too much work pressure. She never mentioned it to Lin Nian. Xian would never admit to this matter. She was worried that she would set a bad example for Lin Nian.

Another example is this 'Zhou Jingzhe'. Judging from the envelope sent directly to the academy, Lin Xian should have a good relationship with the other party. At least there was a period of contact, and there was even an interesting story, but Lin Nian never knew about it. Pass.

This made him feel strange, but hidden under the strangeness was a faint worry.

"Do you think there will be problems in this letter?" Toyama Masashi asked tactfully.

"Problem? No, I trust her." Lin Nian put the envelope inside the windbreaker, "So when I deliver the letter to him later, I will also ask her what's going on. Anyway, there will be an answer to this matter."

"That's good." Masashi Toyama saw that Lin Nian didn't show any extreme reaction, and nodded slightly. It seemed that the trust and affection between the siblings were really forged.

"If there's nothing else, I'll go find her first." Lin Nian gestured to Toyama Masashi, turned around and left the office after the other party agreed, and closed the door behind him.

After sitting for a while, Masashi Toyama turned his head and looked out the window. He saw Lin Nian walking out of the small building towards the girl waiting for him at the end of the cobblestone road. After a brief conversation, the two headed towards the library.

"'Zhou Jingzhe'. Is the surname 'Zhou'?" Masashi Toyama picked up the coffee cup by the table, as if thinking of something, but shook his head immediately, "It shouldn't be such a coincidence."

　ps①: There should be more, make up for yesterday’s

　　ps②: Today is Lin Xian's birthday, so the next short story will be related to Lin Xian and also related to the main storyline in the future.

　　ps③: The Xiangyang Zhou family, the dragon fans who must know this family probably know what the next story will mention.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)