genius psychologist

Chapter 1 [Poverty is the original sin]

Suzhou City.

A young man and woman sat quietly in the corner of the cafe.

The man smiled and nodded from time to time, as if he was used to being a listener.

Wei Xiaoqing pursed her lips and smiled: "Sometimes I always feel that you are very strange, sometimes enthusiastic and sometimes cold."

She took a sip of the coffee in the cup, and the two were considered better classmates in college, so they joked, "I wonder if you have two personalities!"

Other emotions flashed in Chen Dong's eyes inadvertently, but this emotion was hidden deeply by him.

He responded with a laugh: "Really?"

The wind outside is a bit cool, and the weather seems to be slowly starting to cool down.

Chen Dong squinted his eyes and looked at this girl. He seldom posted on Moments. He just posted some psychological articles a few days ago.

Probably because of my personality, there are not many friends who like it.

But this girl is among the people who like it, so I have a certain affection for her.

At this moment, Wei Xiaoqing's phone rang suddenly.

She smiled slightly at Chen Dong, then picked up her mobile phone to answer the call, and then responded with some surprise: "So it's already five o'clock, and I haven't gone to get the cake yet!"

After she hung up the phone, she said to Chen Dong very apologetically, "I have to go first, today is my brother's birthday, I ordered a cake and reminded me to get it."

Chen Dong nodded to express his understanding, "Okay!"

Only then did Wei Xiaoqing put the mobile phone into the bag, packed it up, stood up, turned and left.

Chen Dong was about to read it and said that he could send her off...

But his sight soon saw the white BMW car parked on the side of the road, as if it was waiting for someone.

as predicted.

Wei Xiaoqing pushed open the door of the coffee shop and walked towards the BMW sedan.

If he guessed correctly, the call just now should be from the person in the car.

A man was talking in the driver's seat, Wei Xiaoqing walked around to the co-pilot, opened the door and sat in.

Chen Dong didn't speak, but watched the other party leave quietly.

He was a little thankful that he didn't speak just now.

Seeing that the man was about the same age as himself, he probably should be Wei Xiaoqing's boyfriend.

Chen Dong took another look at the broken Mazda he parked outside. This 10-year-old car is so desolate.

He was a little complicated, and silently finished the coffee in the cup.

Chen Dong stood up, pushed the door out, and walked towards his car.

This second-hand car cost him a year's savings, and he bought it mainly to earn some money from Didi, otherwise, just getting a salary would not be enough to support his life.

The cool wind gently brushed against his cheeks, seeming to wake him up a bit.

It's just a small episode in life.

How to live, or how to live.

Get back in the car.

He clicked on the mobile app "Didi" to enter the backstage of the driver. Taking advantage of the nightfall, there will be a little more orders at this time.

A moment later, he received an order to go to the city center.

It took about 8 minutes.

Chen Dong's car came to the outside of a three-star hotel, and he saw a group of people looking around at the entrance of the hotel, probably waiting for the car.

"I'm coming."

"Is this not a private car?"

"The license plate number is correct, it's this one!"

The tall and thin manager Han criticized his subordinates: "Why didn't you call a special car, is it just short of the money?"

Mr. Li smiled awkwardly and waved his hands: "It's okay, as long as you can go home!"

Everyone politely sent Mr. Li to the car, and told Chen Dong three times to deliver it to the door of the house.

Manager Han said apologetically, "Sorry, I couldn't send you back in person."

Mr. Li got a little drunk, and said with a smile: "It's all right, you all pay attention to safety!"

Bang!
The smell of alcohol came from the nostrils, and the guests sat in the back row of the car.

Chen Dong stepped on the accelerator, and the car moved forward slowly.

After driving on the expressway, it seems that the whole world has calmed down, and everything around is rapidly regressing.

The corners of Chen Dong's eyes twitched slightly, and he always felt a little uneasy in his heart.

For some reason, he felt that he was in a bad state today.

Less than 5 minutes.

The guests in the backseat started to gag.

Immediately, the unpleasant smell filled the whole car.

Chen Dong immediately opened all the car windows, then took out a tissue with one hand and handed it to the guests behind.

Mr. Li took the tissue with some embarrassment and wiped it vigorously.

It seems that after vomiting some wine, Mr. Li also woke up.

Since I was walking faster on the highway and the wind was blowing through the windows, I didn't feel that embarrassing smell.

Mr. Li moved his butt to the clean place on the other side, and apologized, "Sorry, I made your car dirty."

After that, he reached for his wallet, took out 200 yuan, and handed it to the young man, "Go wash it, the money is mine."

Chen Dong didn't shirk it, and took the 200 yuan directly.

As time passed, the car slowly got off the highway and was about to turn into the urban area.

Mr. Li felt a little bored, so he took the initiative to chat: "Are you a part-time Didi?"

Chen Dong responded, "Yes!"

Mr. Li nodded slightly, and said with a smile: "Young man, it's okay to suffer a little bit!"

Chen Dong didn't make a sound, the other party was very straightforward when he handed over the money to him, thinking that the 200 yuan was nothing to the other party.

Mr. Li was probably a little emotional, and he said, "Sometimes, I think it's not easy for you all. A month of hard work is not enough for my meal."

As soon as these words fell, the car fell into dead silence for an instant.

Chen Dong saw it suddenly in his heart, and felt a dull pain in his heart as if something had been pierced into it.

The other party's unintentional words, as well as the accidental encounter with the old classmates just now, fully demonstrated the cruel reality.

Poverty is not a sin, it is original sin.

His mood had dropped to freezing point.

That indescribable emotion is spreading, and his eyelids are beating desperately, as if something is about to roar and tear out of his body...

Chen Dong stepped on the brake suddenly, and the whole car came to a sudden stop.

Screeching brakes—

　I posted this book on my birthday on January 1th. For me, this book has a special meaning. I hope everyone will like it and spend a few minutes to read it!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)