Crazy Psychologist

"I should be fine." Sun Xiangyun felt bad, but he didn't know why.

He has noticed that his wife is a little distracted. As a man, he doesn't want his wife to worry. After breakfast, he should go to Huayuanqiao to ask the doctor. The examination report should be out today.

While brushing his teeth, Sun Xiangyun was filled with sadness. He even thought about his own death.

Thinking about whether he should draw some portraits of himself, Sun Xiangyun has decided never to draw self-portraits since he was young. For reasons unknown to him, in short, he has decided not to draw self-portraits since he was in junior high school. Self-portrait kind of thing.

Self-portraits always have a mysterious power in the heart of young Sun Xiangyun. The eyes that move from himself to the drawing paper seem to be able to see through the artist's heart from the drawing paper.

But recently, hand-painted portraits seem to be very popular. Many people feel that hand-painted portraits are more vital and more peaceful.

It’s really unreasonable. Can something like a portrait of a deceased person still make people feel at peace? Why do we need a good-looking portrait when everyone is dead? Do you really want your family to continue living with nothing to do but look at your portrait?

Thinking of this, Sun Xiangyun discovered that his mind was full of things related to death and sadness. Is this what people think about all day long when they get older?

While eating breakfast, Sun Xiangyun was thinking about talking about some topics with his wife Amin to relieve the depression of the morning. Making his wife happy has been Sun Xiangyun's habit for many years.

So he was thinking about what to talk about with his wife. While he was thinking about it, his wife Amin asked: "You went to see Lao Wu on Saturday. How is he doing? Did he ask you to tell him travel stories or something like that?" of."

Lao Wu is Sun Xiangyun's middle school classmate. The two have always had a good relationship. In the past few years, because he had been suffering from a stroke on one side of his body, he left all business matters to his son and wife to take care of. He rested at home. In total, it has been five or six years.

At the beginning, Lao Wu would also work hard on writing calligraphy, occasionally painting, or taking photos with a shutter release.

He lived on the 21st floor, and he could hold a private photography exhibition just by taking photos of the sunrise over the sea. Moreover, Lao Wu had been in business for most of his life and had many friends. He could earn some pocket money from publishing photo albums.

At first, Wu didn't pay much attention to his stroke for more than a year. He could use crutches if his legs were weak. Sun Xiangyun always laughed at him and said that the crutches are good and he looks more like a boss.

Lao Wu started out in the lighting business, which can be considered retail and wholesale. He made a lot of money in the early years. Later, when the real economy collapsed, Lao Wu failed to keep up with the pace of the online economy in time and lost a lot of money.

In Lao Wu's words, "In business, if you don't make money, you will lose money, and if you make less money, you will lose money." At the end, he will always say, "It's better to paint. It's more comfortable to paint."

"Ah, Lao Wu seems to be getting worse day by day." Sun Xiangyun ate less than half a bowl of yam and pumpkin porridge, and found that there was no taste in his mouth. He thought about adding a small spoonful of honey to season it, and put the spoon next to the bowl. Suddenly, Sun Xiangyun's His right hand trembled slightly.

"Amin, do you see my right hand shaking?"

Hearing Sun Xiangyun's question, Amin was frightened. He quickly put down his sandwich, lowered his head, and looked closer at Sun Xiangyun's hand.

"No, it looks stable and not shaking."

Amin didn't see the shaking of Sun Xiangyun's right hand as he said. She only saw Sun Xiangyun looking at her hand. His eyes were cloudy and turbid. They were completely different from Sun Xiangyun yesterday.

My husband’s eyes were still clear yesterday.

People get old and their eyes never lie.

Amin suddenly understood what this sentence meant.

This is not talking about crow's feet or sagging skin at all. What determines the age of a person's eyes is their eyes, whether there is still light in them.

She thought about the period before her father died and always said that her eyes were uncomfortable and her vision was hazy. My father suffered from cataracts in his right eye. After the surgery, he recovered for several years. Then he began to see clearly again. Although he could not see clearly, the unaffected right eye was always bright until that period. , it seems that the oil is really exhausted, and the eyes are becoming more and more cloudy and lackluster.

"No, your hand is fine. Don't think too much. Didn't you make an appointment with the doctor? Go to the doctor after breakfast."

"I shouldn't be ill. I just, hey, won't talk about it."

Sun Xiangyun sighed.

"Let's continue talking about Lao Wu. Can he still get out of bed recently? Does he still take pictures?"

Sun Xiangyun shook his head, "Now the nanny will help him get out of bed except when he goes to the toilet. He stays in bed at other times. Sometimes he doesn't get out of bed to go to the toilet. He said he feels weak. Photos are still being taken, even the shutter cable is not working. I did it and set up automatic shooting, but it’s not bad. I took a look and found that his house has no obstructions in the front and back, and it’s high. At the end of the day, it’s good to take pictures of sunrises and sunsets.”

"I don't even have the energy to take pictures myself. He is about the same age as you. Why is he so bad after the stroke?"

"I don't know. It seems that the last two times I went to see him have become particularly bad. I really feel weird. After seeing him, I felt very bad. Maybe it's because of the winter."

Sun Xiangyun drank all the porridge in the bowl and did not plan to eat the remaining sandwich. It was true that he had no appetite. He also wondered why he had no appetite.

Seeing that her husband was still in a dull mood, Amin thought it would be better to say a few words. It was better to talk than to be depressed, so he added: "Then, is Lao Wu's son and daughter looking after his business now? Are you busy?" Otherwise, you might get bored and your health will get worse. Didn’t you take pictures before?”

"Speaking of it, it's true."

Sun Xiangyun put down the bowl, approached Amin and said, "Don't tell me, it's true, these two children are really not very filial."

Sun Xiangyun lowered his voice, as if someone other than his wife would listen to what he said at home.

"Ah? Why do you feel so suddenly?" Amin also lowered his voice.

Before, the couple was looking for topics to talk about while eating, but now they were concentrating on chatting.

"Don't tell me. I didn't expect that the one who watched Wu Fang grow up would be so unfilial now. In comparison, the one in our family is much better."

Sun Xiangyun said, took a piece of bread and put it into his mouth and started eating again.

"Really? Hey, it seems that Old Wu is not very happy in his old age."

Thinking of Old Wu like this, Amin felt a little heartbroken and thought about going to see him together next week.