Crazy Psychologist

"So you've been thinking about the author of "Angel Looks Homeward"?"

Mu Chun asked while wearing a white coat and doing push-ups on the floor.

Liu Yun simply ran to the ground and started doing push-ups.

When Chu Sisi came in, she was almost frightened by the scene in front of her.

"Teacher, what are you doing?"

Mu Chun staggered to his feet and patted his knees, "I practiced twice, and now I don't feel dizzy when I stand up."

"Liu Yun? Why are you doing push-ups here too?"

Liuyun also stood up after hearing Chu Sisi's words.

“I’m thinking of the author of ‘Angel Looks Homeward’.”

Chu Sisi didn't understand, but she felt that the atmosphere in the clinic was not right on Monday morning.

Liuyun's eyes were swollen, and he looked like he had stayed up for several nights without sleeping.

But we just met at the book fair on Saturday, and he seemed to be in good spirits at that time.

"I'm still thinking about the author of "Angel Looks Homeward"."

"Hahahahahaha."

Muchun laughed wildly.

"Yes, I was just thinking about the author of "Angel Looks Hometown", and then I became abnormal, as if I fell into a well and couldn't get out. It was this feeling that I just told Dr. Muchun."

"Chu Sisi, come here, this is so interesting. That was the day you asked me to hurry up and go to the dance. Do you remember?"

Chu Sisi nodded.

"Then I suddenly remembered that when Liu Yun came to see a doctor before, we talked about how the author of "Angel Looks Hometown" likes to stand and put paper on the refrigerator to write. Then, I suddenly remembered it that day, because I still didn’t remember which writer it was, so I asked casually.”

Before Muchun could finish speaking, Liu Yun grabbed the words and said, "He asked me who the author of "Angel Looks Hometown" was, and why I still didn't remember it."

"Is this the problem? Are you two doing push-ups here because of this problem?"

"Because of this problem, Liu Yun messed up the writer interview session."

"Screwed up?"

Muchun described Liu Yun's incoherent words at the interview to Chu Sisi vividly.

Chu Sisi thought Liu Yun's face would be very ugly. In fact, her worries were unnecessary because Liu Yun looked very excited.

"Yeah, it's interesting. The host asked some very simple science fiction questions, and I couldn't even answer them."

"How could it be? Did you suddenly lose your memory?"

Chu Sisi poured a cup of coffee for Muchun and Liu Yun. Liu Yun asked for a few ice cubes and drank the entire cup of coffee in one gulp.

"This is not a frozen Coke, this is coffee."

Chu Sisi frowned slightly and expressed concern.

"Whatever, I can't sleep anyway, whether I drink or not."

Liuyun wiped the coffee from his mouth and slumped down on the chair.

"So, sleeping pills or physiotherapy?"

"Physiotherapy?"

Muchun explained: "I can give you sleeping pills in your current situation. It's time to use sleeping pills."

"I took the medicine you gave me before, but it didn't help. I still can't sleep."

Liuyun talked more today than the previous two times, and his attitude seemed a little indifferent.

In Chu Sisi's view, Liu Yun was completely different from his previous patient.

Dark circles under his eyes hung on his pale face, and he looked haggard, but his body kept trembling, appearing to be overly excited.

“Cortical hyperactivity.”

"Really? I feel very sleepy, but I can't fall asleep."

"Have a headache?"

"It didn't hurt at all. I still had a little pain on the day of the interview. I fainted afterwards, but I felt energetic again when I fell on the bed. If I could just lie in bed and use my brain to write, I should have completed a novel of hundreds of thousands of words by now."

"Aren't you going to exhaust your talents?"

Muchun suddenly changed the topic.

"What?"

"Don't writers have the time to exhaust their talents?"

"Maybe I've reached the end of my rope. I can't answer anything at the interview and let a new person take the spotlight."

"I'm going to read the comments. Maybe some readers attending the book fair will write comments about your novel."

"Forget it, you better stop reading, there won't be any good comments."

"Not necessarily. If you look at this reader, you will say that Liuyun seems to be in a bad mood. He is probably writing a new novel. Maybe there will be a new long story this year."

"Isn't this just mocking me?"

"I don't think so, I think it's because I care."

"Stop saying nice things. I don't want to go out to meet people anymore. I don't want to see any comments or editors. If I can, I just want to disappear from this world."

"Just because I can't remember who the author of "Angel Looks Hometown" is?"

"That's why."

"Then I will open a hundred accounts to explain. Liu Yun was a little absent-minded during the interview because he was wondering who the author of "Angel Looks Hometown" was."

"Come on, don't do that boring thing."

"But, after so many years of writing, do you want to give up because of this little thing?"

"Maybe it's not suitable for writing science fiction. I read Song Xiaoxiao's novel, the author who wants to publish a book with me.

Because of him, my original collection of independent short stories was to be changed into a collection of short stories published jointly by two people. "

“The old bring up the new, this is the usual way of publishing houses.”

Chu Sisi finally had a chance to say a word.

"But the publishing house didn't consider my idea. Since my debut, I have been collecting short stories, and the sales of my only novella were not good. The award-winning work that year didn't bring many readers. I even doubt that it would have been a collection of short stories if it wasn't for the publishing house. I have no chance of publishing as many science fiction books as I have to publish every year.”

"That's not the case. I think Liu Yunda's novel is very interesting."

"Yeah?"

"I think it's okay."

Muchun said seriously.

Chu Sisi glared at Muchun, "I think it's very good, especially the short story "Just As You Want", which won the Science Fiction Award. I like it very much and have recommended it to many friends."

"Really? That one? I've never written a novel beyond the first one. I'm really not suitable. But I don't want to admit it."

"Then my hands started to shake. There was no heart or brain disease at all, it was just because of nervousness."

Muchun stretched out his hand and shook it in front of him.

Liu Yun laughed loudly, and also stretched out his hand to shake.

“That’s it, I’m always stuck in the corner, thinking that I must write it well and write a good-looking story. Gradually, what the story is like becomes blurry, and it always seems that there are only translucent lines with the story. I know what’s on the other side of the wall, but I can’t get past it.”

"Have you never stopped writing for so many years?"

"I never stopped for a day. Even if I couldn't sleep these two days, I still wrote thousands of words."

"In the final analysis, it's just fear!"

When Mu Chun said this, Liu Yun and Chu Sisi both looked at him, and the time in the clinic suddenly seemed to freeze.