Chapter 6 Today's study subject: The 72-year-old lady who still wants to eat candied haws

The three of them finished their meal and immediately returned to the office building, heading straight to Zhuang Jing's office.

Having been informed earlier, the secretary didn't stop them, and they went directly inside.

"Zhuang Jing," the two beautiful girls called out.

"Mrs. Jing," Gu Ran greeted.

Zhuang Jing, who was browsing through documents, looked up, like the first scene of a once-acclaimed beauty reappearing in the world after twenty years in a movie, so beautiful that it made one forget language.

Zhuang Jing understood their urgency and smiled, then put down the documents she was holding and stood up, saying, "Follow me."

Whether it was entering psychological shadows or the Mind World, quiet was necessary.

The entire fourth floor belonged to Zhuang Jing, and aside from the secretarial area, such a large space naturally couldn't all be offices; there were also a bedroom, a quiet room, and a gym.

The four of them came to the quiet room, where there were six beds.

"Lie down. Qing, keep watch for me. If anything happens, wake us up," Zhuang Jing said as she sat on one of the beds herself, arranging her hair to prevent it from getting messy when lying down.

Chen Ke, next to Zhuang Jing, also tidied up her hair.

Observing gender differences, Gu Ran chose a bed one over from Chen Ke. He was the last to get on the bed but the first to lie down.

In the brief moment of idleness, he caught Su Qing's gaze by chance, and she gave him a slight smile.

Although beautiful, it didn't bode well.

'You wouldn't take the opportunity to draw a turtle on my face while I'm asleep, would you?' Gu Ran warned her with his eyes.

Su Qing pursed her lips, smiled, and nodded.

An urge surged within Gu Ran to get up and argue with her using force.

"Is everyone ready?" Zhuang Jing asked.

Gu Ran subconsciously looked over to respond, but Chen Ke's "small hill" couldn't block the view of Zhuang Jing's "big hill."

The big hill and the small hill, at that moment, both seemed incredibly soft and formed exquisite curves that captivated one's heart and soul.

Whoosh—, the small hill slowly rose, concealing the big hill.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out that Chen Ke was taking a deep breath.

"Bang!" A soft collision sound echoed in the quiet room.

Zhuang Jing, who had already closed her eyes to sleep, asked, "What was that noise?"

"Gu Ran isn't closing his eyes; I was just reminding him," Su Qing said, looking at Gu Ran with a smile that was not quite a smile.

Gu Ran closed his eyes tightly.

It was her who had kicked the leg of Gu Ran's bed just now.

As professionals and naturally gifted counseling psychologists, falling asleep was as easy for them as it was for actors to shed tears; the three of them quickly drifted off to sleep.

...

Individuals qualified as psychological doctors, when they sleep and dream, will invariably experience lucid dreaming, which is one of the tests to see if they are qualified.

Although it is lucid dreaming, there is no difference from the dreams of ordinary people; if one doesn't write them down immediately upon waking, they are forgotten in the time it takes to brush their teeth.

Today was different from the usual. Zhuang Jing, who possessed the Mind World, was sleeping in the same room; psychological doctors would automatically enter the Mind World.

[Spiritual World: Blooming Paradise].

A not-so-tall mountain, its slopes entirely covered with flowers, without a single weed in sight.

There was no sun, yet the sky was a brilliant blue, with an occasional wisp of white cloud drifting by, as if intending to disappear from sight after a full day.

Gu Ran woke up on such a hillside.

He sat up, feeling the ground beneath his supporting hands strongly, the fragrance of flowers at the tip of his nose incredibly real, occasionally brushed by a gentle breeze.

Chen Ke was also nearby, mesmerized by the view.

They were so engrossed that they couldn't even utter exclamations about the beauty before them, such as 'so beautiful' or 'amazing.'

Usually, their dream experiences were absurd, like a 'submachine gun' firing off randomly, all unexpected – one moment they could be eating, and the next they received news of a family debt of ten billion.

Dreams are inherently sudden. If one were to diagnose based on dreams, all of humanity would be mentally ill, like submachine guns.

Yet, the Mind World is different: stable, warm, unchanging, with a subtle joy. This is why people with a Mind World only need four hours of sleep every day.

People think it's because of the [Spiritual World] that they are energetic, but in truth, it's those who are energetic who can have a [Spiritual World].

And not everyone who is energetic is guaranteed to have a [Spiritual World].

Compared to that, those who have a positive attitude, face their pain head-on, are not afraid of it, and allow room for suffering in their lives, have a greater chance of awakening the [Spiritual World].

But that is difficult.

Many optimistic and cheerful people are among us, but for some, this demeanor is merely a facade, even a means of survival;

Others' optimism comes from having never faced suffering, a kind of naive cheerfulness;

And some people's optimism is the result of compromise, content with simple meals and good health, yet whether it's reconciliation with life or an acceptance of life after effort—or perhaps without any effort—it's hard to say.

People like Zhuang Jing, who possess the [Spiritual World], must have been through pain and yet still hold hope for life, clearly know what they want, and how to obtain it.

This represents an elevated state of being in life.

It is not mythical; anyone can reach it, yet it seems as untouchable as a myth.

"Find it yourselves," Zhuang Jing appeared on the flower-covered slope as well, "The fruits are within these flowers."

She didn't say specifically which [Profession Cards] were there.

If they found them, she would naturally introduce them; if not, there was no use in telling them.

"Like searching for a four-leaf clover in a field of three-leaf clovers," Chen Ke's tone and expression conveyed that she didn't mind this process.

"After the daily rounds, you two can come here for an hour to search," Zhuang Jing said.

This was written into the contract and was her obligation.

They thanked Zhuang Jing and began their search on the hillside, truly examining each flower one by one, with no shortcuts.

When they grew tired and lifted their heads, the slope didn't seem large, but with the three of them spread out, they each felt as isolated as if they were alone.