Crazy Psychologist

At 8 o'clock on Saturday morning, after Mu Chun finished his run, he returned home and changed into clothes that could still be used for concert performances, and re-polished his black leather shoes. At this moment, Ding Jiajun called Mu Chun.

It wasn't Ding Jiajun's voice on the other end of the phone, but Gong Hai's slightly excited voice.

"Dad, Dad, Uncle Seven and I have already arrived backstage. Don't be late. I won't be able to see you until the show is over. However, you are in the second row, just behind the judges' seat. I'm in this position." You can see it when you’re on stage.”

"Okay, okay, I'm already dressed up very handsomely, I must be one of the most handsome audiences in the audience, except for your Uncle Seven, I can't compare..."

Speaking of this, Mu Chun heard Gong Hai on the other end of the phone whispering to Ding Jiajun: "Father said you are more handsome than him."

"Haha, it's against my will." Ding Jiajun was not afraid of Mu Chun's straightforward complaint.

At the end of the phone call, Gong Hai said to Mu Chun: "Dad, after the competition is over, we will be able to go to the beach after the Chinese New Year. I am so looking forward to it. For this trip and for Dad, I will definitely take the first place."

"Eh? Are you ready to take the first place?" Mu Chun asked.

"As long as Dad likes it, I will be the number one. This is the number one in my heart."

Mu Chun immediately responded: "Yes, yes, this is number one, play according to your own heart."

After the call was over, the staff of the competition organizing committee reminded the family members and friends accompanying the contestants to leave the backstage. Ding Jiajun patted Gong Hai on the shoulder, still a little worried, but Gong Hai confidently gave Ding Jiajun a victory gesture, it looked as if he was about to start his solo performance rather than a master piano final.

The more relaxed Gong Hai was, the more inexplicably nervous Ding Jiajun was. After leaving the backstage, he called Mu Chun again, and said frankly that he was even more nervous than he was during the college entrance examination.

"Don't worry, it's my father's worry to be worried, you don't have to worry about this great uncle."

"Although I said so, this matter can be regarded as a trouble for you. I'm afraid that if Gong Hai's condition does not improve at all later, what should I do?"

…

Finally came the day of the finals of the Lechuan International Piano Competition, and Mu Chun knew very well that it was not easy for Gong Hai today. But once the game is over, Gong Hai's emotions may return to the state before the game started, and even return to the yearning for his father and the endless sadness.

During the nearly one month from the first qualifiers to the finals of the Lechuan International Piano Competition, Gong Hai has been in a relatively closed state. This kind of closure is an emotionally fixed structure, just like putting a straw into a Coca-Cola In the can, every time you take a sip, the cola will enter the straw, which is a fixed structure for cola.

This fixed structure is not permanent, it has a failure, and it will suddenly change this fixed structure at a certain point in time or when a certain event occurs.

For example, the cola that enters the mouth from the end of the straw becomes an irregular structure again, and the fixed structure disappears at this time.

Ding Jiajun's worry is not unreasonable, and his feeling is also very accurate. This is what Mu Chun has always been worried about. Once the finals are over, will Gong Hai's emotions that have been fixed in the straw during this period of time have also reached a point of change? .

With his hands in the pockets of his dark gray coat, Mu Chun walked through the security check into the concert hall worriedly.

Many spectators in the hall were taking pictures, and some were discussing their children’s future study plans. Some parents planned to let their children fight hard at the Music Attached Primary School around the sea, and then a very glamorous straight road started from the attached elementary school. The Music Attached Elementary School, The middle school attached to music, and then to the Raohai Conservatory of Music, seemed to be going smoothly and logically.

There are also some parents who think that the annual competition in the Raohai Music Primary School is too fierce, so they should just find some famous performers or professors from the music school to teach their children one-on-one piano lessons, and then go directly to the music school when they are older.

Parents seem to have plans for their children's piano learning career. Some parents also said that the music atmosphere in China is not particularly good, and there are a lot of performances around the sea. There are only a handful of performances that reach the number and high standards around the sea, but when it comes to children's future path of piano learning, whether they can really step into the circle of musicians in the future, they still have to strive to go to the Juilliard School of Music or Berklee Music Schools like colleges.

Just as Mu Chun was listening to the parents around talking about the "musician route" they planned for their children, Mu Chun heard someone behind him greet him, "Doctor Mu Chun."

Hearing the sound, he turned his head, and it was Bai Lu standing one meter away.

The makeup is simple but generous, the dress and the lambswool jacket are dignified and cute, and most importantly, in Mu Chun's view, Bai Lu seems to be in good spirits today, and her mood is particularly calm.

"Doctor Mu Chun?"

Before Mu Chun could respond, Bai Lu greeted again.

"Ah, did Teacher Bai Lu come to see Gong Hai's performance?" Mu Chun asked.

The corners of Bai Lu's mouth were light, and she smiled shyly, "Does Dr. Mu Chun raise roundworms in other people's stomachs? You can't hide anything from you."

Mu Chun smiled and touched the hair that took 3 minutes to take care of in the morning, and laughed at himself: "I'm just guessing, it's also rare for my son, I always think that others come to see him~www.readwn.com~ hey-hey."

puff! No way, Bai Lu thought in her heart, this is really an addiction to treating herself as a father. It's just that what he said was good, Bai Lu really came to see Gong Hai's performance, and also to say thank you to Mu Chun.

"That... Doctor Mu Chun, I should be able to confirm one thing. I was drunk on Thursday night, and then you showed up, didn't you, and sent me home? Except to watch Gong Hai's game Besides, there is another reason why I want to come here to meet you, and then thank you for sending me home on Thursday."

Mu Chun replied calmly, "It's all right, I just met on Thursday, I went there with a colleague for a while, and I happened to see Teacher Bai Lu drunk by herself, so I sent Teacher Bai Lu home. "

Bai Lu looked at Mu Chun suspiciously, her heart was beating irregularly, her cheeks were slightly flushed, she hesitated and finally said, "So that's the case, I don't know..." At this point, Bai Lu still stopped Come down, your hands are crossed as if you don't know where to put them.

"No." Mu Chun replied decisively.

vertex