imperial psychologist

Chapter 615 Make Her Cry

Before Ai Songqing could say "where did you hear that word", Bo Ling replied, "Yes, everyone is going to die."

Ai Songqing suddenly looked at Bo Ling, and saw Bo Ling looking at the little girl again, and continued, "But it will take a long, long time to see Nian Nian."

"How long exactly?"

Bo Ling shook his head, "No one will know this... But if there is no catastrophe, it should be possible to live to the age of five or sixty."

"Sister Bai Ling, too?"

"Yup."

"A year old is a year..." Nian Nian whispered, "Five to 60 years old is five to 60 years..."

"Ah."

Niannian frowned and repeated, "60 years...60 years..."

"It's been fifty or sixty summers." Bo Ling whispered, "It's been a long, long time."

Nian Nian breathed a sigh of relief, suddenly remembered something, and said softly, "I can count to a hundred."

Bo Ling didn't respond immediately, "Are you counting?"

"Yeah!" Nian Nian nodded, "I can still count from one hundred to one!"

Bai Ling looked a little surprised, "Is it so powerful?"

Nian Nian nodded vigorously, and then wanted to start counting to Bo Ling, but Bo Ling stopped, and agreed to wait until after dinner to listen.

Niannian agreed, and then drank the porridge sullenly, while Ai Songqing was speechless for a while.

At Chenshi, someone came from the Golden Pavilion and asked Bo Ling to go over and answer.Before leaving, Ai Songqing walked outside the house with Bo Ling.

Bai Ling looked at her, "What's wrong?"

"How do you tell your child about those things..." Ai Songqing frowned slightly, "She is still so young, how can she know what life and death are, just tell her that her mother has gone far away, wouldn't it be good? "

Bai Ling stopped in his tracks, turned his head and bowed to the palace man, and asked if he could wait.

"That's fine, there's also a queue at the top," the palace man said with a smile, "I'll go outside and come over later."

There were only a few working maids and Bo Ling and Ai Songqing left in the corridor.

"I originally planned to talk to you about this matter today," Bo Ling said softly, "Song Qing, I think we'd better be honest about this matter and not lie to her."

"But didn't you tell Niannian a bedtime story before? You also told her a story about her mother leaving, so that she can spend the past few years well, can't you?" Ai Songqing was a little moved, "Some When she grows up, she will naturally understand."

Bo Ling shook his head, "You can't make up this lie."

"why?"

"You said that Sister Li went to other places, and she will ask you if you can take her with you, when will you go, and why Sister Li has not come back... Some children will run away from home because adults do not take her to find Mom, so she can only find it herself."

Bo Ling paused for a while, "There are some things that adults can understand even if they don't teach them, but they don't understand them all of a sudden. They are learned from other places - if you don't teach them, you don't know what they will learn from them." You don’t know what she will do after learning from other places.”

"This is not a lie, nor is it a lie," Ai Songqing also became serious, "Don't you think it is too cruel to directly tell the child to die?"

"It's not cruel." Bo Ling looked at her, "It's because she's a child that she's not cruel. Children don't shy away from talking about death at all, and we are the ones who dare not talk about death."

Ai Songqing was taken aback.

Bai Ling continued, "Nian Nian is only three years old. At this age, it is still difficult for her to truly understand what death is, and it is also difficult for them to understand what is misfortune and what is accident. If you don't explain it clearly to them, they will think it is death." I did something wrong, so my mother doesn't want me."

"But this kind of topic is not easy to keep bringing up..." Ai Songqing was a little sad, "You were not here yesterday, and when her mother was mentioned, she cried very hard——"

"...It's normal," Bo Ling frowned, "Are you asking a child to come out of the shadow of losing his mother in two days?"

"That's not what I mean," Ai Songqing was a little anxious, "I mean, what if Nian Nian is always sad?"

"Of course she's going to be sad..." Bai Ling replied, "She was the saddest of us."

"But if we keep letting her think about it and talk about it with her, how can she get better?"

Bai Ling still frowned, "She is sad because her mother is gone. If we don't talk to Niannian about it, will it not happen? Song Qing, if it were you, if you lost your family forever, How long will it take you to get better?"

Ai Songqing couldn't answer right away.

Bo Ling said seriously, "Children are different from adults. Adults sometimes need a little time and space to digest by themselves, while children need to teach.

"At this age, it is difficult to really understand what is 'death'. She will ask us some questions over and over again. This is normal. It's not that we didn't do well... Don't be too nervous. When she wants to cry , we just hold her and let her cry.

"Don't be afraid to be sad in front of Nian Nian, whether it's for the child or for us, sadness is a very important way of healing," Bai Ling said solemnly, "and you can't hide some emotions even if you want... children are the most sensitive , The more you don’t say it, the more afraid they will be.”

"But what if we talk too much..." Ai Songqing was still worried, "We told Nian Nian that her mother is 'dead', will she also feel that she is 'dead' before she can see Sister Li? Want to die too?"

While talking, Ai Songqing remembered the scene in the mourning hall and saw Nian Nian lying in the coffin, so she told Bo Ling about it with sobs.

If she hadn't found out that day, maybe Nian Nian would have been locked in that coffin and buried together at the time of the burial.

Every time I think of this incident, Ai Songqing feels scared.

Bo Ling's eyes were slightly red when she heard this, she sighed softly, hugged Ai Songqing and patted her on the shoulder.

"I've met that kind of person before." Bo Ling said softly.

"What kind of person?"

"When I was a child, my parents were not around for a while, and I lived with an elder... At that time, a neighbor teased me, saying that the reason why my parents never came back was because they died outside. If I wanted to see them, I had to Just die."

Ai Songqing's body shook slightly.

"How can someone be so vicious...and then?"

"I couldn't tell if it was true, so I asked my elder." Bai Ling said softly, "She told me it wasn't true, and she told me not to do it. She also—"

She also immediately found a phone and called Bo Lingyuan's parents who were away from home. Bo Ling heard her parents' voices on the phone, so she felt relieved.

But this paragraph cannot be told to Ai Songqing.

"In short," Bai Ling looked at Ai Songqing, "Although a child doesn't understand many things, she is not stupid. She will come to ask you when she is in doubt... as long as she thinks you won't lie to her , won’t scold her, she will come to you for help.”

(End of this chapter)