Crazy Psychologist

"I, I should be fine." Sun Xiangyun felt bad, but he didn't know why.

He has already noticed that his wife is a little out of control. As a man, he doesn't want his wife to worry about it. After breakfast, go to Huayuan Bridge to ask the doctor. The inspection report should come out today.

While brushing his teeth, Sun Xiangyun was full of sadness, he even thought of his own death.

Thinking about whether he should draw some portraits of himself, Sun Xiangyun has decided never to draw self-portraits since he was young. For some unknown reason, he decided never to draw when he was learning painting in junior high school Self-portrait stuff.

Self-portraits always have a mysterious power in the heart of the young Sun Xiangyun. Those eyes that walk from himself to the paper seem to be able to see through the painter's heart from the paper.

But recently, it seems that hand-painted portraits are very popular. Many people think that hand-painted portraits are more vital and more peaceful.

It's really unreasonable, can such a thing as a portrait still make people feel peaceful? Why do you need a good-looking portrait after everyone is dead? Is it true that the family members have nothing to do and continue to live while looking at their portrait?

Thinking of this, Sun Xiangyun realized that his mind was full of things related to death and sadness? Is this what people think about all day when they are old?

While eating breakfast, Sun Xiangyun wanted to chat with his wife A Min about some topics, so as to relieve the worries of the morning. It has been Sun Xiangyun's habit for so many years to make his wife happy.

So he thought about what to talk to his wife. While thinking about it, his wife Amin asked: "You went to see Lao Wu on Saturday, how is he doing? Did you tell him travel stories or something like that?" of."

Old Wu is Sun Xiangyun's middle school classmate, and the relationship between the two has always been good. In the past few years, because of a stroke, half of his body has been inflexible, so he left the business affairs to his son and daughter-in-law, and he rested at home with peace of mind. In this way, it has been five or six years.

In the beginning, Lao Wu would work hard to write calligraphy, occasionally draw, or take pictures with the shutter release.

He lives on the 21st floor, and he can hold a private photography exhibition just by taking pictures of the sunrise around the sea, not to mention that Lao Wu has been in business for most of his life, has many friends, and can earn some pocket money for his photo albums.

For more than a year at the beginning, Old Wu didn't pay much attention to his stroke. Sun Xiangyun always joked that the crutches are good and he looks more like a boss.

Lao Wu started out in the lighting business, which can be regarded as retail plus wholesale. He made a lot of money in the early years. Later, when the real economy failed, Lao Wu failed to keep up with the pace of the online economy in time and lost a lot of money.

In Lao Wu’s words, “In business, if you don’t make money, you’re a loss, and if you make less, you’re a loss.” At the end, he would always say, “It’s better to paint, it’s so comfortable to paint.”

"Ah, Lao Wu seems to be getting worse every day." Sun Xiangyun ate half a bowl of yam and pumpkin porridge, and found that there was no taste in his mouth. He thought about adding a small spoonful of honey to adjust the taste, and put the spoon on the side of the bowl. Suddenly, Sun Xiangyun His right hand trembled slightly.

"Amin, do you think my right hand is shaking?"

Hearing Sun Xiangyun's question, Amin was frightened, put down the sandwich quickly, lowered his head, and looked closely at Sun Xiangyun's hand.

"No, it looks very stable and not trembling."

Amin didn't see the shaking of Sun Xiangyun's right hand, she only saw Sun Xiangyun looking at her hand with cloudy eyes, completely different from the Sun Xiangyun yesterday.

My husband's eyes were still clear yesterday.

People have old eyes, eyes are not deceiving.

Amin suddenly understood what this sentence meant.

This is not talking about crow's feet at all, sagging skin and so on. People's eyes are not always looking at the eyes, whether there is still light in the eyes.

She thought of the period before her father's death, always saying that her eyes were uncomfortable and seeing things were hazy. My father suffered from cataract in his right eye. He recovered for several years after the operation, and then he began to lose sight of things. Although he could not see clearly, his right eye, which was not affected by the disease, was always bright until that time , It seems that the oil is really exhausted, and the eyes are becoming more and more cloudy and lifeless.

"No, your hand is fine. Don't think about it. Didn't you make an appointment with the doctor? Go to the doctor early after eating."

"I shouldn't be sick, I just, hey, let's not talk about it."

Sun Xiangyun sighed.

"Let's continue talking about Old Wu. Will he get out of bed recently? Will he still take pictures?"

Sun Xiangyun shook his head, "Except for going to the toilet, the nanny will help him get out of bed. He is in bed all the time, and sometimes he doesn't get out of bed for the toilet. He said he feels weak. The photos are still being taken, even the shutter release is not working." It’s done, it’s set to automatic shooting, but it’s not bad, I looked at it a little bit, his house is not blocked in front and back, and it’s high, it’s not bad to take pictures of sunrise and sunset after a day.”

"I don't have the strength to take pictures by myself. He is about the same age as you. Why is he so bad after the stroke?"

"I don't know. It seems that the last two visits to him have become particularly bad. I really feel weird. After watching him, I feel very bad. Maybe it's because of the winter."

Sun Xiangyun finished all the porridge in the bowl, and didn't plan to eat the rest of the sandwiches. He didn't have any appetite. It was true. He also wondered why he didn't have any appetite~www.readwn.com~Amin saw that her husband was still in a bad mood. Bored, I thought about saying a few more words, talking is better than being bored, so I said again: "Then, is Lao Wu's current business being watched by his son and daughter? Are you busy, or do you feel bored? Now, my body is getting worse and worse, didn’t I still take pictures before?”

"Speaking of which, it really is."

Sun Xiangyun put down the bowl, approached Amin and said, "Don't tell me, it's true, these two children are really not very filial."

Sun Xiangyun lowered his voice, as if outsiders other than his wife would listen to what he said at home.

"Ah? Why do you suddenly feel that way?" Amin also lowered her voice.

In the past, the couple was looking for topics to chat while eating, but now they don't eat and focus on chatting.

"Don't tell me, I didn't expect to see Wu Fang grow up, and now he is so unfilial. Compared with our family, it is much better."

Sun Xiangyun said, took a piece of bread and put it in his mouth and started to eat again.

"Really? Hey, it seems that Old Wu is not very happy in his old age."

Thinking of Lao Wu's appearance, Amin also felt a little heartbroken, and thought about going to see it together next week.

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