Crazy Psychologist

Walking along Qingtian Road towards the sunset, the left hand and the right hand each carry a big bulging bag. Every step you take, you can hear the sound of potato chips in the bag, just like stepping on the ground in the autumn evening. The rustle of falling leaves. roundabout

Not far away, we saw the park.

The newly painted black iron gate was open, and an old man with a relaxed expression was sitting at the gate, who seemed to be a volunteer of the park.

Taking three steps in parallel, Ning Tao walked into the park and walked towards the path on the left.

The sidewalk is Z-shaped, with a log-colored floor, and there is a bench every few steps, and a newly planted grass next to the bench.

The trees picked by the roadside have grown into big trees, and it seems that they have taken root in this place for decades.

Just as the students were leaving school, the students with their school bags on their backs strode along the avenue, but the trail running through the woods was empty and there were no people there.

This is exactly what Ning Tao hoped for. roundabout

After all, his behavior may be a bit too strange later on.

But be sure to give it a try today.

Since Mu Chun could do it, why couldn't he? That guy blowing bubble gum on the bus last time caused a lot of stares, but he didn't care, he was very happy with himself. He said that when he was a child, he wanted to let others see his bubble gum blowing skills. If there is a bubble gum world competition Well, he's sure to win the championship.

This guy, without shame, if there is a competition, he might win the championship.

At that time Ning Tao was very nervous, wishing to get out of the car door and stay away from Mu Chun.

The guy said, "This is therapy, and he should try to do something unusual."

Unusual things are easy, but what is the use? roundabout

Ning Tao was very disgusted at first. If there was no better way, he would not go to Huayuan Bridge to find Mu Chun again and again. It always makes Ning Tao feel very comfortable.

It can relieve the pressure for a period of time, and the effect can last for a few days. Usually, it needs to be replenished after less than a week.

So the guy started to boast again, betting that he didn't have the guts to do weird things.

Ning Tao was calm at first, and in his opinion, Mu Chun's behavior was even childish, such as dragging him to a group blind date, and making him dress up deliberately.

Before entering the party restaurant, he deliberately replaced Ning Tao's coat with his own old denim jacket, which completely lowered Ning Tao's taste. He was a bit of a down-and-out soul singer in an instant.

Thinking of the way the girl looked at me that day, she no longer had the usual secret surprise, but more of a passing glance, turning a blind eye to Ning Tao's existence.

Mu Chun has both sides. He would check the pulse of the girl and see a doctor for the girl. He said that he is a descendant of traditional Chinese medicine. , Lovelorn syndrome, girls need a lot of care. roundabout

Having said that, there are still girls who want to get close to Ning Tao, and the corners of their eyes reveal expressions of disgust, and even ask Mu Chun secretly, "This person doesn't look ugly, is he crazy after breaking up with love?"

Neuropathy?

Mu Chun himself is the one.

How can anyone be so insane.

Thinking about it, stepping on the steps, an imperceptible smile appeared on Ning Tao's face, and a mint-like coolness appeared in his blurred eyes.

Standing in front of a bench, there are not many people around, but there are a few bees who are not afraid of the damp and cold in late spring, searching among the small white flowers beside the chair.

Small white flowers with five petals are very common in the south, but Ning Tao saw them as white, gray and gray dots swimming around. . roundabout

Putting down the bag, he took out a pack of his favorite Italian red stew flavor. This pack is blue, and it tastes like cherry blossoms. Naturally, it should be the color of cherry blossoms. After unpacking the two packs, Ning Tao tasted a few slices, and it tasted like potato chips. Taste, the taste of a piece of unsatisfactory potato chips.

After eating a few slices, Ning Tao seemed to have made up his mind. He suddenly grabbed the open bag, pinched it tightly, let the air dry, crushed the whole bag of potato chips with both hands, and then shook it up and down a few times. After making sure that all the potato chips were broken, he leaned back in the chair contentedly, raised his head, and poured the crushed potato chips into his mouth.

"too delicious!"

One bag after another, after eating five bags in a row, Ning Tao called Mu Chun.

"Doctor Mu, you can't win this time, you lost the one hundred yuan you agreed to."

Ning Tao made the sound of munching on broken potato chips while talking.

"How can I be considered a loser? It's a tie at most. I blew thirty bubbles on the bus last week." Lane

blowing bubbles? Zhang Wenwen looked at Mu Chun and Ning Tao talking in confusion. Ning Tao picked up a bag of potato chips and crushed the potato chips in a strange way and poured them into his mouth. Logical.

"No, no, I still don't think it's outrageous enough to eat potato chips. Besides, you found a corner, and no one saw you eating potato chips."

"Doctor Mu can't afford to lose. A hundred yuan can't buy these potato chips from me. You just say you can't afford to lose. You don't have to give me the money. You admit defeat."

"I don't know, are you free tomorrow?"

"Yes, I'm not busy recently, but it's not some secret treatment plan, and I'm not in the hospital. I really want to go to your outpatient room to see how you are helpless and pretending to be calm."

"Intractable diseases!" Mu Chun sighed, and Zhang Wenwen frowned.

"Then see you at the hospital. Tomorrow at two o'clock in the afternoon, remember to register."

"Wait, you admit defeat first."

Before Ning Tao could finish speaking, Mu Chun hung up the phone.

Ning Tao didn't think too much about it, and crushed the remaining few packets of potato chips and ate them. This way of eating potato chips was something Ning Tao liked very much when he was a child. How nice it would be to have endless crumbled potato chips.

"Uncle, why did you eat so many potato chips?" Suddenly a young child's voice asked.

Ning Tao forgot to take a look. A four or five-year-old child was looking at him curiously, "Uncle, why do you eat so many potato chips by yourself?"

"Uncle..." Ning Tao felt his face turn red, his neck and cheeks became hot, and finally his eyes became hot.

"Xiaoyue, let's go, don't ask people such strange questions." The young woman pulled the little girl and nodded slightly to Ning Tao with helpless apology, as if to say, "The child is not sensible, so I'm sorry."

The child held the adult's hand and was about to leave, but suddenly ran to Ning Tao. The adult couldn't help it, so he could only let the child whisper to Ning Tao, "Uncle, I want to eat like this too, they don't understand, Potato chips are the best when crushed!"

After finishing speaking, the child blinked at Ning Tao, and walked back holding the adult's hand. Ning Tao laughed so hard that tears flowed down his face.

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