Crazy Psychologist

He was worried until the last syllable fell, Gong Hai got up, and the audience responded with warm applause, as if turning all the unhappiness just now into love for the performer, the applause was like a tide and never stopped.

The conductor also turned around to accept everyone's applause, and the audience's applause became louder and louder, as if he was grateful that he finally got a concert hall that only belonged to music. —Your playing is really good.

Gong Hai was not affected at all, which really relieved Mu Chun's hanging heart.

During the intermission, Mu Chun met Ding Jiajun in the hall, and the two patted each other's shoulders tacitly, a kind of rejoicing for the rest of their lives.

"Doctor Mu Chun, Gong Hai is great, beyond imagination, and the boy who played Rachmaninoff is simply amazing." Bai Lu ran to Mu Chun and pulled Mu Chun and said excitedly with.

Ding Jiajun on the side was dumbfounded, "This is Teacher Bailu, right?"

"Well, yes, you should have seen it." Mu Chun said.

Ding Jiajun shook his head, "During the first qualifier, she wasn't..."

The atmosphere was a bit awkward for a moment, but Bai Lu admitted generously, "Well, I almost died suddenly during the first qualifier, and it was Dr. Mu Chun who saved me."

"Sure enough, he is a genius doctor. There is nothing he can't handle where Dr. Mu Chun is."

Being praised so suddenly and exaggeratedly by Ding Jiajun, Mu Chun almost wanted to complain, did you two eat honey and go out today?

Still hesitating whether to say the last sentence, Mu Chun only felt a numbness behind him.

"Doctor Mu, long time no see."

Turning around, isn't this Luo Yang?

"It's been a long time, didn't we just meet yesterday." Mu Chun rubbed his back and said with a sigh.

"Ah, it seems to be oh, and then we have to meet tomorrow, my God, why do I have to date Dr. Mu Chun for three days in a row."

Bai Lu and Ding Jiajun looked at Luo Yang stupidly, with question marks strung together into candied haws in their minds.

"Who is this?"

It was Ding Jiajun who spoke first.

"Oh, this is the prison guard of Fengchuan No. 1 Prison, Officer Luoyang."

When Bai Lu heard that she was both a prison and a police officer, her smile froze on her face. Seeing this, Mu Chun quickly said, "This is Luo Xianshan's father."

"Luo Shining? Isn't that the boy who played Rachmaninoff?"

Before Bai Lu finished speaking, Luo Yang couldn't hide his joy and pride.

"That, great, great ensemble level, it's really not easy at this age."

Bai Lu readily praised, and Luo Yang said proudly: "Well, Shining likes the violin more. He entered the Junior group of the International Youth Orchestra when he was 5 years old. He has to go to the orchestra to rehearse every week. The feeling of the ensemble should be better than other violins. The players are stronger."

"So that's the way it is. You are a talented person. Have you ever thought about taking the professional music route?"

When Bai Lu asked, Luo Yang quickly shook his head, "I never thought about it, it all depends on what he likes, I'm not a **** father, I advocate free-range education, you have to believe in your children's talents and hard work, no need to do anything They all want to be in control."

A prison guard in a prison actually has such an educational philosophy. Mu Chun and Ding Jiajun also admire this prison guard.

At this moment, a child suddenly ran towards Bai Lu. Seeing that he couldn't stop the car and his center of gravity was unstable, even though he grabbed Bai Lu's long skirt, he still fell to the ground.

The young mother who followed the child panted and chased after her, grabbed the collar of the child who fell on the ground, and said angrily: "Are you shameless? I tell you a few words and you still run away."

The child stood up with tears in his eyes, his mouth twitched, his shoulders shrugged back and forth, and he kept making strange noises of "da da da, da da, da da da".

Everyone could see that this was the mother and son who were kicked out just now.

"It's really uneducated."

"Why haven't you left yet?"

"Forget it, let's not watch the children."

Everyone hid in the distance and discussed, and some audience members who didn't like to talk about others behind their backs pretended not to see it, and returned to the concert hall with their small tickets.

"You call again? Call again?"

The young mother was obviously already emotional, shaking her child's shoulders back and forth.

"How much nutrition did I give you, how much energy did I spend on you, you just treat me like this, you can't help a concert? What's the use of me wanting a child like you? What's the use of me raising you what?"

The child was dangling around, and the strange noises from his mouth became louder and more frequent.

Ding Jiajun walked quietly to Mu Chun and asked, "Is this child abnormal?"

Mu Chun didn't have time to answer Ding Jiajun's question, but rushed out and hugged the child who was almost pushed to the ground by the young mother.

"Da da, da ba, da da da" crying, sobbing, and screaming strangely.

The boy's eyes were red, and just after being helped up by Mu Chun, he rushed to his mother again, holding his mother's thigh tightly with both hands, crying, "Mom! Mom! Don't scold me, mom! Don't scold me..."

"Why do I want you to meddle in your own business when I'm in charge of the child? You're insane." The young mother vented her anger on Mu Chun, and opened her child's hand with both hands.

"Don't do this." Mu Chun said suddenly.

"I?"

The young mother suddenly felt at a loss for words. For some reason, she looked at this man rushing to hug his son, and she was full of resentment and suddenly didn't know what to say.

"The child is uncomfortable, we can find a way, be patient."

"I, who are you, I want you to meddle in your own business." The young mother managed to squeeze out a sentence to humiliate Mu Chun.

But Mu Chun didn't seem to hear it at all. This time, he knelt down on one knee and said to the little boy: "Can you take a deep breath? Breathe slowly, okay? You will feel better if you breathe slowly~www.readwn.com~ Mom will be happier, come on, look at uncle, don't be nervous, look at me, look at me!

1, 2, 3. Inhale, well, exhale!

Do it again, inhale, exhale. "

After a few times, the boy's tics slowed down, and the strange screams changed from continuous strange screams to only 1-2 times a minute.

Mu Chun stood up slowly, the boy looked up at him, "Da, da."

Mu Chun leaned down again and whispered something in the boy's ear.

Seeing a strange man approaching her child so closely, the young mother instinctively pulled the child back two steps, then she looked Mu Chun up and down, no matter how she looked at it, she didn't think that this man looked like a bad guy, at most he was a meddler Nosy people.

So she stared into Mu Chun's eyes and asked, "What did you say to my son just now?"

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