Crazy Psychologist

"Future star? Is he from our school? Whose student?"

Bai Lu was embarrassed to disappoint the vice principal's curiosity, and said: "I am a student of Teacher Sun Yao. I followed Teacher Sun Yao from the Youth Activity Center. Before, I just thought that the basic skills were good in all aspects. I didn't feel any difference when I took over the class last week. What's so special about it, and I still feel down. Today is completely different. I'm in a very good state. How can I put it? There are many kids who have good basic skills and are quite decent. But with such basic skills, they can release such a soft and radiant performance. It's very good. It’s rare, he looks like he’s just in middle school.”

Bai Lu praised Gong Hai repeatedly, and the vice principal was also moved, "If this is the case, we should give the children more opportunities to perform in the future. Is the student you are talking about the child whose father passed away before?"

Before Bai Lu could answer the vice principal's question, the door to the rehearsal room opened with a roar, and Gong Hai rushed out and hugged Muchun, "Dad, why did you come out? I thought you went back to the hospital?"

"Ah, no, I was chatting with the teachers outside, and they all praised your playing."

Muchun scraped Gong Hai's nose, and Gong Hai shyly stretched out his hand to rub it.

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter. As long as my father likes it, I'll be satisfied in the whole world. As long as my father likes to listen to my performance, I will be satisfied. My piano is a piano played for my father."

Xiao Hai happily ran to the front desk to find some sweets, while Sun Yao walked to Muchun worriedly, hesitated for a long time and finally said, "Doctor, I don't know why you are Xiao Hai's father now, but maybe I have taught Xiao Hai to learn the piano for the eighth time." Years ago, it can be said that he is one of my best students, and his progress today is gratifying." Sun Yao's voice suddenly choked up. In her daily work, Bai Lu rarely saw Sun Yao care so much about one thing.

"Isn't that a good thing? Why are you crying, Teacher Sun? Also, what about dad? Didn't his dad pass away?" said the vice principal.

Mu Chun, Bai Lu, and Sun Yao's faces were tense, and their breathing had completely stopped.

The vice-principal had his back to the hall and felt that these three people were very strange. "What's wrong? Isn't it that child?"

"Dad, what are you talking about?"

Before Gong Hai could finish speaking, Muchun grabbed his hand and ran away from the door of the rehearsal room.

Panting, the two climbed the stairs all the way to the downstairs of the school.

"Dad, what's wrong?"

Gong Hai was baffled by Mu Chun's sudden behavior.

"That vice-principal, I want you to participate in some charity performance. I feel embarrassed to refuse, but in order not to affect Xiaohai's preparation for the Lechuan International Piano Competition, and I don't want to refuse the principal's request in person, so I simply pretended to be stupid and brought You escape."

Gong Hai burst out laughing, "It was really great just now. It's similar to the scene in the "Mechanical Boy" drawn by Seven where Al uses his own spaceship to push the planet girl out of the galaxy. He ran away and ran away from everyone. , because humans are sometimes incomprehensible.”

"Yes, yes. Let's go back."

"Then just let Dad take me to the car. Dad hasn't gotten off work yet. I will take care of myself."

As he spoke, Gong Hai took off his scarf and stood up on tiptoes to wrap it around Muchun's neck.

Muchun took off the scarf and gave it to Gong Hai again.

"I'm not cold. You're wearing a little less. Don't you know how cold it is outside when I'm not at home?" Mu Chun said softly and reproachfully.

"Me? I'm not cold. I can already smell the sunshine in Bali. When the game is over, we will go on vacation, right? Thinking about the sun, the beach and the waves, I'm not cold at all."

"Okay, Bali, but you are in the sea now. It is really easy to get sick in the winter in the sea. Dad is in the hospital and has many patients to take care of every day. Does Xiaohai still want his father to take care of you? ?”

Muchun's eyes were a little stern.

"Okay, I understand, dad, really, always treat people as children. I am an adult now, I know my own affairs, very well."

When Xiao Hai said this, his expression showed the stubbornness of a young man, but from his bright eyes, Muchun seemed to see a few drops of the color of sea water.

Are these tears? After Mu Chun sent Xiao Hai to the car, he quickly walked towards the hospital carrying the uneaten beef and vegetables.

The weather is getting gloomier, and the cold wind rolls up the lifeless sycamore leaves without scruples, blows them away, and then leaves them casually on the roadside without any scruples.

The dense clouds in the distance are low, and another characteristic of winter comes quietly around the sea. It rains in winter, and people who fall under it feel depressed.

Muchun quickened his pace, and when he was approaching the hot pot restaurant, the video call rang.

It's this guy.

Muchun reluctantly walked to a flower bed and pressed the call button.

"What time is it there? Dr. Zhang Da?"

"I'm just one hour behind you."

Zhang Wenwen replied while biting a donut.

"Are you in Southeast Asia?" Muchun asked.

"How do you know?" Zhang Wenwen was surprised and took a big bite of the donut. As a result, he was so sweet that he was speechless due to the full chocolate filling. He could only gulp down a few sips of mineral water.

"Didn't you say that?" Mu Chun replied casually. A leaf scraped his face, and it hurt a little.

"Is it so cold around the sea? It looks so desolate. Beauty Mu is so independent that it's hard to survive the winter. Isn't it time to find a girlfriend?" Zhang Wenwen stuck out his tongue. The man's gesture of sticking out his tongue made Mu feel uncomfortable. It seems that Chun really can only squint his eyes to show you that he wants to go.

"Winter in the northern hemisphere is more difficult." It's nonsense and it makes sense after all. Muchun was talking about his true feelings.

"The season has a great impact on people's mood." Zhang Wenwen also became serious.

Muchun nodded, "That's right. Let's talk about this topic when we come back. How are you? I'm more worried about you getting involved in something illegal."

Zhang Wenwen suddenly admired Muchun's vigilance, "Why do you have such a keen premonition? How evil!"

"This is not a hunch, but a conjecture, a logical deduction within a reasonable range."

Muchun explained, but Zhang Wenwen really didn't understand, or pretended not to understand.

Forget it about the former, but if it was the latter, Muchun would become even more worried.

As a comrade in the [Props] option, Zhang Wenwen had better not get into any trouble.

Mu Chun only knew that this guy was determined to hide something from him for a while, so he could only find a chance to find out when he came back.

"When will you return to China?" Mu Chun asked after watching Zhang Wenwen eat a second strawberry-flavored donut.