All Chapters of Soul Therapy Clinic: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

It was a rainy day. The road is wet and cold.I walked down the street with my cano, looking at the dry roots of despair that surrounded them.There is no one who does not have, more or less, no matter what expression they are showing on their faces, happy or sad, laughing or crying. It turned out that the desperate race had quietly taken over the world. It turned out that we weren't the only ones who had to suffer and despair. Turns out, we're all Tree People.Tree Man? Why do you remember this word?Ah, come to think of it, I saw that word on a TV news report about rare diseases. There was a man who was turned into a Treeman after a knee surgery. I still remember the look of him, from the elbows out, all over his feet were rough, dry, rough bark; On his knees, on his neck, and on his face, there were spots and cracks like hollow hollows of a tree. At that time, I thought, maybe like petrified warriors when meeting Medusa's eyes, he was cursed by some witch, gradually turning into a

We rushed to the terrace, no. Divided to look everywhere, also did not find.- Helia, go down, don't look anymore.- What do you mean? – I seemed to have no strength left to speak, leaning slightly against the wall.- Not that. She's down.- We saw the extracted camera, she left the building, took a MaLin taxi, went on. We are contacting that party to ask.- So many cars, know when to find...People stood by the roadside waiting for the phone. It was getting dark, the street lights were starting to turn on, the mood was getting more and more gloomy.I accidentally looked at the big clock hanging in the store opposite, turned to say to the person next to me:- You go first.- ...- Here with me and everyone looking for it, without her, the market is still crowded, you can rest assured.Hurry up, don't wait any longer! I pushed him into the driver's seat.Ring Ring! The phone rang, I quickly picked it up.- Baby, are you coming back soon? My friend has been waiting for my meal.- I have

I looked up at the clear blue sky, and the thin clouds drifted by. Turns out my sky is no different from their sky.Stepping off the bus, I walked slowly. This road I have passed many times but have never walked, nor have ever looked. A gust of wind blew with a yellow rain and soft falling sounds. A few tiny leaves landed on my shirt. I looked up, the rows of tamarind on both sides of the road were in fruit season. I bent down to pick up the healthiest of the fallen fruit on the cobblestone pavement, with a crunch that peeled off the skin, blinked and popped it into my mouth. The sweet and sour taste of ripe fruit on the branch blends on the tip of the tongue, the beauty of the world.Seeing a strange uncle watering his plants naked with a snake-skin faucet, a sense of disappointment gripped my heart.I stood in front of that person's house, the house was still the same, silent and silent behind the red brick wall. I rang the bell. Unlike the last time, after only two rings, someone o

The silvery water splashed up, like sparkling magic rays falling on the soft, beautiful little blue-violet flowers that fluttered in the wind.A really beautiful flower.But I hate its name, hate its story.“Forget me not”.It's such selfish, obviously knowing that she can't continue to be with him, can't bring happiness to the person she loves, the girl still wants the guy to never forget her, just embrace the sad ending of the love story for the rest of his life.If I were that girl, this flower would be called “Forget me”.“Forget me, keep moving, my beloved. I wish all the best for you.”Today in front of the train station I unfortunately witnessed a catastrophic accident. Well, not an accident, a suicide. The man waiting for the train, who seemed polite at first glance, suddenly started talking to me, told me to stand back a bit. At that time, I just thought that he was careful, afraid of others being in danger. Unexpectedly, he’s the one who rushed into danger. A young man full

Life is indeed a chain of devaluations. People are often dissatisfied with the bad status quo, wanting to break out in search of something better, but if the results aren't as good, they start to feel good again. When those strange things happened, turning my life into something inexplicably horrifying, I was reminded of the peaceful and quiet days of the past.Turns out, calm boredom and quiet peace are only different in the speaker's mood.Circle. My neurons also seem to rotate in circular orbits. There is no way to explain the recent phenomena.Every three days, at eleven o'clock at night, with a knock on my bedside, my phone pops up a message:“Go back, Ria”At first I didn't care. Ria is not my name. I think it's the spam notification from the hidden application, and the knock is the sound from the next room, anyway the soundproofing quality here is not very good. But over time, I discovered that the knocking synchronized with the phone's notifications. And even if it's not for m