Crazy Psychologist

"So I've been thinking about the author of "Angel Looking at Hometown"?"

Mu Chun asked while doing push-ups on the floor in a white coat.

Liu Yun simply ran to the ground and did push-ups.

When Chu Sisi came in, she was almost frightened by the scene in front of her.

"Teacher, what are you doing?"

Mu Chun staggered to his feet, patted his knees, "Exercise twice, now I don't feel dizzy when I stand up."

"Liuyun? Why are you doing push-ups here?"

Liu Yun also stood up when he heard Chu Sisi's words.

"I'm thinking about the author of "Angel Looks at Hometown"."

Chu Sisi couldn't understand, but felt that the atmosphere in the outpatient room on Monday morning was not right.

Liu Yun's eye circles were swollen, and he looked as if he hadn't slept for several nights.

But I just met at the book fair on Saturday, and I seemed to be in a good state of mind at the time.

"I, I'm still thinking about the author of "Angel Looking at Hometown"."

"hahahahahahahahahahahaha."

Mu Chun laughed wildly.

"That's right, I was just thinking about the author of "Angel Looking at Hometown", and then I became abnormal, as if I fell into a well and couldn't get out. That's the feeling, I just told Dr. Mu Chun."

"Chu Sisi, come here, this is so interesting, you told me to go to the dance scene that day, remember?"

Chu Sisi nodded.

"Then I suddenly remembered that when Liuyun came to see the doctor, we talked about that the author of "Angel Looking at Hometown" likes to stand and put the paper on the refrigerator to write. Then, I suddenly remembered that day, because I still don’t remember which writer it was, so I just asked casually.”

Before Mu Chun finished speaking, Liu Yun grabbed the words, "He asked me, who is the author of "Angel Looks at Hometown", and why I still haven't remembered it."

"Just for that? You two doing push-ups here for that?"

"Because of this question, Liu Yun messed up the writer's interview."

"Screw it?"

Mu Chun described Liu Yun's incoherent speech at the interview meeting to Chu Sisi vividly.

Chu Sisi thought that Liu Yun's face would be very ugly, but in fact she was a little worried because Liu Yun looked very excited.

"Yes, it's interesting. The host asked some very simple science fiction questions, but I couldn't even answer them."

"How come? Did you suddenly lose your memory?"

Chu Sisi poured Mu Chun and Liu Yun a cup of coffee each, Liu Yun asked for a few ice cubes, and drank the whole cup of coffee in one gulp.

"This is not frozen Coke, this is coffee."

Chu Sisi frowned slightly and said with concern.

"Whatever, I can't fall asleep anyway, whether I drink or not."

Liu Yun wiped the coffee from his mouth and slumped on the chair.

"So, sleeping pills or physical therapy?"

"Physiotherapy?"

Mu Chun explained: "I can give you sleeping pills in your current situation, and it's time to use sleeping pills."

"I took the medicine you gave me before, but it didn't help, and I still couldn't sleep."

Liu Yun talked more today than the previous two times, and his attitude seemed a little indifferent.

From Chu Sisi's point of view, she could be said to be a different person from her previous patient, Liu Yun.

Dark circles hung on his pale face, his face was haggard, but his body was trembling non-stop, appearing overexcited.

"The cerebral cortex is overactive."

"Really? I feel sleepy, but I can't fall asleep."

"Have a headache?"

"It didn't hurt at all. I still had a little pain on the day of the interview, and then I fainted, but I was full of energy when I fell on the bed. If I could lie on the bed and write with my brain, I should have finished a novel with hundreds of thousands of words by now."

"Isn't Jiang Lang's talent exhausted?"

Mu Chun suddenly changed the subject.

"what?"

"Jiang Lang is doing his best, don't writers have this kind of time?"

"Maybe I've reached the end of it. I can't answer anything in the interview meeting and let a newcomer take the limelight."

"I'll check the comments, maybe there will be comments from readers who participated in the book fair under your novel."

"Forget it, you'd better not read it, there won't be any good comments."

"Not necessarily. Look at this reader and say that Liu Yun seems to be in a bad mood. He is probably writing a new novel. Maybe there will be a new long story this year."

"Isn't this just mocking me?"

"I don't think so, I think it's because of concern."

"Don't say good things. I don't want to go out to meet people in the future. I don't want to see any comments or editors. If I can, I really want to disappear from this world."

"Just because the author of "Angel Looking at Hometown" can't remember who it is?"

"Because of this."

"Then I'll open 100 accounts to explain. Liuyun was absent-minded during the interview because he was wondering who the author of "Angel Looks at Hometown" is."

"Come on, don't do that boring thing."

"But, after so many years of hard work, do you want to give up because of this little thing?"

"Maybe it's not suitable for writing science fiction, I read Song Xiaoxiao's novel, the author who wants to publish a book with me.

Because of him, my original collection of independent short stories will be changed to a collection of short stories published by two people~www.readwn.com~The old man leads the newcomer, this is the usual way of the publishing house. "

Chu Sisi finally had a chance to say a word.

"But the publishing house has never considered my thoughts. Since its debut, it has been a collection of short stories, and the only novella has not sold well. The works that won awards that year did not bring too many readers. I even suspect that if it is not for the publishing house. How many science fiction works must be published every year, I have no chance to publish at all."

"That's not the case. I think Liu Yunda's novels are very good."

"yes?"

"I think it's okay."

Mu Chun said seriously.

Chu Sisi glared at Mu Chun, "I think it's very good, especially the short story "Intimate", which won the Science Fiction Award. I really like it, and I recommend it to many friends."

"Really? That one? I haven't written a novel beyond the first one. I'm really not suitable. But I don't want to admit it."

"So the hands started to shake. There was no heart or brain disease at all, it was just because of nervousness."

Mu Chun stretched out his hand and shook it in front of him.

Liu Yun laughed out loud, and stretched out his hands to shake.

"That's it. I'm always on the tip of my horns, thinking that I must write well and write a good-looking story. Gradually, what the story is like becomes blurred. It always seems that there are only translucent lines with the story. I know what’s on the other side of the wall, but I can’t get over it.”

"Didn't you stop writing for a day in so many years?"

"I haven't stopped for a day. Even if I can't sleep these two days, I still write thousands of words."

"In the end, it's just fear!"

When Mu Chun said this, both Liu Yun and Chu Sisi looked at him, and the time in the outpatient room suddenly froze.