?Psychological trauma is a weapon sharper than a sharp dagger. Many times, it is like an inevitable natural disaster, and even the pain is buried in the deepest part. It is difficult to heal if it cannot be touched.
Many people have been haunted by a kind of trauma all their lives, but they are powerless to fight.
People often ask Song Chu, are you sad? Or, is your heart aching?
However, no one has ever asked him, "Are you working hard?"
Compared with those heart-piercing sorrows, Song Chu felt that the journey along the way was really exhausting.
Tired from time to time, I think, the road is long, when is the end?
Twenty-five years ago, my parents were both alive, but I never felt that such a life was complete. Then I wondered, are the shortcomings inborn? Some families are rich, but the relationship between family members is broken. Some families are warm and harmonious, but under the weight of extreme poverty, they cannot travel far, and they do not even have the ability to fight diseases. There are also those whose parents are divorced, those whose children are lost, and some who seem to be intact, but are torn apart by natural disasters like giant axes
He tried his best to face the sun, but he was still inevitably intruded by the maliciousness of life, and he felt extremely boring.
The mother's suicide finally broke this impenetrable and hard barrier, and the heavy, low-pressure, and even hopelessly painful life was finally torn open. There is a little sunlight shining in, and a little breeze blowing in. It is no longer a pool of stagnant water, it finally has a little life.
However, this kind of vitality is bought with the complete demise of a person.
When realizing this, Song Chugang's relaxed heart was suddenly hit by something heavier and sharper. His precarious nerves seemed to break down unexpectedly after he burst into that evil smile, before he could restrain himself in time. A world that was already crumbling has completely collapsed.
He felt his mother's gaze from another world. She was pale and stared at him with eyes full of resentment. She saw the inappropriate smile on Song Chu's face.
Killed it in an instant and sent him to the eighteenth level of spiritual hell.
Everyone says you climb out, let go of your resentment, make yourself happy, everything is over.
However, no one has ever cared about her, whether he still has the strength to climb out of the abyss.
Sheng Jinchu was the only one who stretched out his hand and said, "Come on, give me your hand, and I will pull you up."
She patted Song Chu's back lightly, her voice was very soft. But it exploded like thunder in Song Chu's heart.
Even those psychiatrists just tried their best to open his heart, eager to see the tragic story that happened there.
They overlooked one point. If they could stand in the sun and enjoy the wind and rain, who would be willing to stay in the bottomless abyss of sin without seeing the light of day?
Many times it's not that I don't want to come out, but that I have nowhere to go.
Song Chu let go of her, and his peach blossom eyes fixed on her.
Sheng Jinchu still said reassuringly: "Anyway, I can't do anything now, so let's start flying this route first, and just think of where I fell and got up from where I fell. There is no harm in trying, it is better than hiding in a shell." Not doing well, don¡¯t you think?¡±
Song Chu knew the meaning of her words very well. If you are not brave enough and don't know how to take the first step, then try to stretch out a pair of tentacles to tentatively feel the discomfort and horror outside.
When you no longer feel so afraid and painful, you can breed greater courage.
Song Chu asked her: "Do you know that it is very risky to fly a VIP with me?" No matter which segment of the flight, it needs to be safe. What if there is a problem in the middle because he can't overcome the psychological barrier?
Sheng Jinchu said: "I had this concern, but it was quickly dispelled."
"Why?"
"Because I believe you are a good captain."
She chatted a lot with Chu Manyun at noon, and Chu Manyun told her that Song Chu really liked flying from the bottom of his heart. In order to be a qualified pilot, he has no bad habits, and he is very particular about eating during missions. He never eats raw food, and only chooses regular restaurants, in order to avoid causing physical discomfort and affecting the flight.
Others say that he is a genius pilot. In fact, in addition to talent, unremitting efforts are also one aspect.
Therefore, Sheng Jinchu believes that a person who is willing to take work as his belief and devote great enthusiasm will eventually overcome all the difficulties that hinder him from flying.
Song Chu didn't speak for a long time, he squinted his eyes, and just looked at her with complicated expressions.
Suddenly, he put his hands on Sheng Jinchu's shoulders and asked?: "Are you hungry?"
Sheng Jinchu nodded: "Of course I'm hungry." It was already mid-afternoon, and she hadn't even had lunch yet.
Because of his excitement, Song Chu seemed a little anxious: "I'm sorry, you need to leave early."
With that said, Sheng Jinchu had been quickly moved out of the door by him, and stuffed into his arms together with her bag. "I'm sorry." The door panel closed in front of her with a "bang!"
Sheng Jinchu couldn't react in time, and couldn't help but put on a silly face. Why, she was kicked out like this?
Subconsciously wanting to knock on the door to let Song Chu speak clearly, the raised hand stopped suddenly.
She knew why Song Chu did this. He needs space.
Sheng Jinchu withdrew his hand and took the elevator downstairs. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com