Crazy Psychologist

Afraid of becoming the worst.

Afraid that a group will abandon you.

Fear of being alone.

Afraid of not being able to do it.

I am afraid that my parents will really tell me that there is no future in writing, and finding a good job is the serious thing.

Fear of proving yourself wrong.

Writing originally out of passion and ideals has become a shackle that I have to write every day and dare not stop writing.

Newcomers are always emerging in an endless stream, and each one seems to have a bright future and is a rising star of the future.

Their results are breathtaking and the attention they receive is enviable.

The waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead. Before he can push away the waves in front, he is pushed by the waves behind and sinks into the sea like a bloody sunset.

Therefore, I dare not stop or relax at all.

As Muchun said, everything is because of fear.

What are you afraid of?

can not say it clearly.

While thinking about it, I really want to travel, to South America, Iceland, and Paris.

Another voice said that persisting in creating every day is the most basic quality of a writer. If you can't do this, how can you write good works?

We all know that occasional relaxation and travel can allow something called inspiration to grow naturally.

But I dare not leave the computer. Even if I have to accompany my mother on a trip, I always have to leave my mother alone, put herself into the computer, and write two thousand words in order to gain a moment of peace of mind.

Only the few minutes and seconds I just finished writing are peaceful.

"What happened to Liuyun at the book fair?"

After Liu Yun left with sleeping pills, Chu Sisi asked.

"It is said that the brain went blank and the whole body could not help but tremble. But fortunately, the trembling is more of a subjective feeling. I just found the video of the interview that day, and there was no obvious whole-body trembling, but I couldn't understand what I was saying when answering questions. There are still some.”

"Just because you have been thinking about a problem, and then your brain becomes paralyzed?"

Chu Sisi tried to understand what happened to Liu Yun.

"It must have been terrible for him."

"It's terrible. It can be said that the fear that was originally hidden came to the surface, as if it said 'I'm so scared', 'I'm afraid that the new guy next to me is better than me', like this

sentence. "

"What should we do? How to treat it? Will sleeping pills work?"

"It works. After taking the medicine and getting a good sleep is the top priority."

It seems that Saturday is not just about losing face, Liuyun is actually even worse off than me.

The main content of this charity ball is the publishing house's Global Poverty Writer Support Project. This project was first initiated by programmers in Silicon Valley to help talented programmers in poor areas. It not only creates job opportunities for large companies, but also provides project startup funds.

This charity project started five years ago and has supported more than 20,000 talented programmers.

This funding program for writers was initiated by several foundation members, and Pan Xiaoqing’s mother is one of the initiators.

Pan Xiaoqing did not expect that her mother, who had always disapproved of writing, would support such a charity project.

But Pan Xiaoqing soon understood that everything was for profit and reputation.

"Originally, I wanted to take the teacher to meet the people from the publishing house, but I didn't expect that the teacher would be embarrassed."

"I have nothing to be embarrassed about. I have never thought about publishing a book. How could Dr. Chu lie to others and say that I am writing a book on psychosomatics?"

"But the teacher wasn't before"

Before Chu Sisi finished speaking, Muchun was already crawling on the ground, moving slowly like an earthworm.

"What is the teacher doing?"

"This floor is really nice. Send a photo to Xiaolin and tell her that the dancing floor is ready. She can come and perform a trick for me on Friday. I'm really looking forward to it. I must come."

"Send it today? What if she refuses?"

"Then you think of a way. Aren't you a girl? There are always ways between girls to make the other party agree to their request."

Chu Sisi was not sure, so she took photos of the floor and sent them to Xiao Lin as Mu Chun said.

Xiao Lin quickly responded to the message, and every sentence in the message had a cute and cute expression.

When Muchun heard the reply sound on Chu Sisi's cell phone, she grabbed it and said she wanted to take a look.

After seeing Xiao Lin promise to come on Friday, he was no longer as proud as before. Instead, he bit his lip and frowned.

"I'm going out for a while. Dr. Chu will be on duty. If a patient comes, just prescribe some smart medicine, sleeping aids, etc., and ask him to come back for a follow-up visit tomorrow or next week."

"Can not be done."

Chu Sisi has never had contact with patients alone, and Chu Sisi doesn't know how to talk to patients about their conditions.

After all, Muchun never taught her step by step.

Speaking of teaching, it was basically asking Chu Sisi to cooperate in doing things other than medical treatment.

Sending lipstick, makeup, registering reader accounts, etc., these things can be completed by a clerk.

After Muchun finished explaining, he took off his white coat and hurriedly left the hospital. When he came back, he ran into the toilet and locked the door of the men's toilet on the fifth floor.

"Take a look, is there any difference?"

"what the hell!"

Two white arms lay side by side on the table.

"Can you see the difference?"

Muchun looked up and down, looking left and right at Chu Sisi and his own arms.

"Of course there is a difference. I can tell my own hands and the teacher's hands at a glance."

"Oh, so that's the problem."

Muchun suddenly realized.

During lunch break, Liu Tiantian was also invited to the clinic, and like Chu Sisi, he put his arms on the table.

Muchun looked at their hands back and forth, and finally couldn't help but put his own hand in.

"It's useless. You can still tell which arm is Dr. Muchun's at a glance."

"That's it!"

Mu Chun squinted his eyes and rushed into the men's room again.

By the time Muchun returned to the outpatient clinic happily, Liu Tiantian had already returned to work in the outpatient hall. Standing on the newly paved floor in the outpatient room was Zhang Mei, wearing a light green suit and six-centimeter-high silver and black high heels.

"Lawyer Zhang, it's very expensive. This floor is very expensive."

"My shoes are also very expensive. Is it possible that your mind and body department will have to take off your shoes and bare your legs before you can come in to see a doctor?"

Zhang Mei stared at Mu Chun's bare feet and wet calves with sword-like eyes.

But Muchun swaggered up to Zhang Mei with his white coat and sat on the ground with a huff.

"Lawyer Zhang, you are really my savior. I wanted to find someone unfamiliar to help me, and you suddenly came here. You are really a noble person. What a noble person."

After a lot of sweet talk, he finally asked Zhang Mei to see if his legs were beautiful and smooth.

Mu Chun was originally thin, and her skin was thin and white after not seeing the sun for a long time. Now, in front of Zhang Mei were two legs that had just been washed. They couldn't be said to be beautiful, but they were really smooth. Very smooth.