Crazy Psychologist

"Who is this guy?"

Chu Sisi placed the woman in the center of the screen and stretched out her hand to hold the screen in front of Muchun's eyes.

"This is Vice Principal Qin, Vice Principal Qin Qin of Far North Affiliated Primary School."

Chu Sisi couldn't remember where she had seen this person for a while, so she didn't continue to ask. Muchun could see that she was a little hesitant, so she asked, "What's wrong with you? Is there something wrong?"

"Nothing, impossible, impossible."

Chu Sisi muttered, and Liu Dandan didn't know what Chu Sisi was doing.

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Bai Lu was busy for a day, and after returning home, she was still alone. Today she wanted to go to her mother's place for dinner, but she was not invited by her mother. Yesterday, she didn't want to go to her mother's place for dinner, but her mother called her to come over.

Her mother always has her own ideas. Bai Lu sometimes feels that she is just a person who doesn’t need to have any ideas in front of her mother. When she was little, her mother would practice the piano if she asked her to do so. It didn’t matter whether she wanted to practice the piano or not. She was playing the piano if she wanted to. Anyway, if her mother says she wants to practice the music she plays, she will practice it.

However, even if he practices the piano so obediently every day, in the end he will be just an ordinary music school graduate. It seems that he once had a chance to achieve higher achievements, but that is just an illusion.

There are too many geniuses in the world, and there are more talented and hard-working music learners than tadpoles in a pond in summer.

She's not worth mentioning at all.

Mom also feels more and more that Bai Lu has nothing to be proud of. Now she would rather introduce others to Lulu's husband as the famous trumpet player He Ping. Unfortunately, not many of her friends know how to pick their pockets. People who buy tickets to see He Ping perform.

Bai Lu kept walking along the road leading back home. When passing by the community, she felt that she was alone when she returned home. In the past six months or so, every time she had this thought, Bai Lu would keep walking along the green space in front of her house. seaside.

The seaside trail is very long. It starts from the foot of Bailu and goes eastward. It is only a short half of the way to Hongyikan Stadium, which is only about six or seven kilometers.

When he first moved here, He Ping would walk on the trails with her, watching Europeans boxing alone on the beach at night, or high school students dancing hip-hop on the beach.

There were two bars on the way to the stadium. Occasionally, Bai Lu would go there to have a drink. Sometimes, she would also meet some people there.

That's it, everything is just a matter of course, no responsibility is taken.

Bai Lu didn't know when she started to get used to this kind of life.

It seems that whenever He Ping is not at home and work is not going well, Bai Lu wants to go to the bar for a drink.

I really don’t know how I got into this habit.

She walked to the first bar, hesitated for a while, and sat down on a bench outside the bar.

There was still some sporadic light rain at night, and the sea breeze blew a cold chill on her body. Bai Lu subconsciously wrapped her coat tightly and watched the ships on the sea slowly sail by. Across the sea is a bustling commercial district, where the lights are not completely extinguished all night long.

Such prosperity seems to Bai Lu to be cold and cold.

A man in a raincoat stood under the eaves of the bar. Bai Lu sat on the bench for ten minutes. The man watched her under the eaves for ten minutes.

In these ten minutes, what Bai Lu felt was the coldness and pain in her back, while what the man felt was joy and eagerness.

When Bai Lu made up her mind and walked into the bar to have a drink, the man followed her in.

He didn't take off his raincoat, but folded it into a loose coat. He looked quite energetic.

Bai Lu ordered a glass of vodka without ice, but she ordered a portion of ice cubes to put aside and took a sip.

In fact, Bai Lu didn't like the taste of vodka, and after getting drunk on vodka several times, Bai Lu didn't like the taste of vodka even more during the day.

When it comes to vodka, she feels like she's vomiting, as if she's holding not a clear glass but a toilet flush valve in her home.

That's it, life is impermanent, how do you understand you during the day and you at night, and how do you understand you when you are sober and lonely.

Bai Lu raised her head and drank it all in one gulp. At this moment, she knew that she was going to do something stupid again.

As soon as I thought about it, a burst of joy came over my heart, as if cotton was tied around my body and slowly flew up to the sky. It was a carefree sky, like angels swimming in their swimsuits in the sky.

The jazz bar actually has pretty good patrons.

Bai Lu noticed a man with a handsome face looking at her. She was familiar with this look.

"Would you like another drink?"

The man asked for another drink, and Bai Lu asked, "Do you want to go for a walk on the beach?"

The man helped Bai Lu leave the bar. The musicians were playing, and the ambiguous jazz style was still lingering in Bai Lu's ears.

Yes, ambiguous. She just wanted to be ambiguous. The feeling of budding love would make her feel like she was back when she and He Ping first met. At that time, there was a hint of sweetness in the breeze.

The man helped Bai Lu go home. The man sat on the sofa in the living room, took off his dark green coat, and slowly approached the bathroom where the sound of water was coming from.

Then, Bai Lu saw a figure with no clothes on the upper body in the mist that had just formed on the mirror.

"What's the rush? I'm still taking a shower."

Bai Lu replied and closed the shower curtain.

Although she was very drunk, Bai Lu still felt that there was a figure in the mirror who had not left for a long time, looking at her.

Bai Lu was usually too angry to speak out, but after drinking, she became more direct and her temper became more domineering.

She suddenly opened the curtains, regardless of whether she was wearing clothes or not, and angrily shouted: "Didn't I tell you not to wait here? Go to the living room."

After saying that, he drunkenly closed the shower curtain and continued to take a bath while humming a song.

The man took off his clothes, opened the shower curtain and walked in.

On Wednesday morning, a frightened Bai Lu walked into the consultation room of the Department of Psychosomatics. Before Mu Chun could make coffee, he saw Bai Lu, who was panicking and came to the hospital without makeup at all.

"Bai Lu? Have you registered? I didn't even see it."

When Chu Sisi came in, she saw the collar of Bailu's white sweater open and half of the collar slipped under her shoulders. She was so frightened that she hid in the corridor. Then she hurriedly opened the door of the consulting room opposite and quickly locked the door. She was about to jump if she felt it. to the heart at the throat.

"I haven't registered yet. Can you help me register here?"

Bai Lu threw the medical insurance card to Muchun.

"Okay, I can help you register here, but can you tell me what's wrong with you?"

Bai Lu thought for a while and bit her lip hard, "I want to do a brain test. I think I'm sick."