Crazy Psychologist

Liu Yun has locked himself in the room for three days. For three days he ate only one meal a day, didn't talk to anyone, and kept the curtains closed from morning to night.

The delivery man was the only person he needed to see. He was wearing a mask, a long-sleeved top and trousers. Even though the temperature was rising at the end of September, Liu Yun wished he could put on a sweater.

The house is his best protection, the outside world is scary.

The messages from the author's friends made him increasingly uncomfortable. They seemed to be words of concern, but they looked like they wanted to know more and then laughed at them more.

"Are you feeling unwell on Saturday? You seem to be in a bad mood."

If you answer that you feel uncomfortable, you will then ask where you feel uncomfortable, whether you went to see a doctor, what the doctor said, etc.

Inevitably, after a few minutes, he would take the chat content with Liuyun and go to other people or groups to make in-depth reports.

Later, someone will ask, "Is the publication of a new book making Liu Yun unhappy? Wasn't it originally meant to be a short story collection? Now it's a collaborative collection?"

I don’t know what these words mean.

In short, can’t the world be completely quiet?

Can't you just forget about him for now?

Liuyun climbed on the bookshelf, looking for a novel to read, and plunged into another world in order to forget the world he was in.

Novels always open a door to a different world.

He crawled in front of the bookshelf and searched for more than an hour, going back and forth among the spines of the books without any desire to reach out and take down any book.

Finally, his eyes fell on Abe Kobo's "Box Man".

Isn't this him?

Liuyun suddenly thought that it would be great if he could live like a box man in the future.

He exists in this world, but no one sees him. A pair of armor protects him firmly. He does not need to go out, but he is not isolated from the world.

So, he took out the mask, found a loose shirt and put it on, wearing a pair of slightly thick sports pants.

I also found noise-canceling headphones and put them on my head. It would be better to wear a hat as well.

No hat!

Too bad the whole world is unsafe without a hat.

There will be comments that take advantage of the situation, and people will laugh at you, "Isn't that that writer?"

“I can’t even speak clearly and yet I’m still writing novels.”

"It is said that some people have said that his novels are not creative and are all plagiarism and borrowing."

"Yes, such an author is worse than Guo Jingming."

"What's wrong with Guo Jingming? With so many fans, he still has great creative talent. Not everyone can achieve results like Guo Jingming does."

Even with headphones on you can hear it filling the room.

On Thursday afternoon, more than a dozen messages about Yuanming had accumulated.

Finally, Liu Yun could no longer pretend that he didn't hear Yuan Ming's phone call.

"Hey, Liuyun, why don't you reply to messages? Is it because of excessive creative fatigue?"

"No, thank you for your concern. It's just that my phone is on silent."

"The cooperative publishing matter will be decided before next Tuesday. There is no problem on your side. Song Xiaoxiao has been very popular recently. The publisher also plans to speed up the publication of your book, so that the new book market can be better before the end of the year. Compete for the list.”

"List?"

"Yes, didn't I tell you last time that this book will be published electronically at the same time. If it is electronically published, it will be included in the new book list, which will arouse readers' interest."

"Oh, that's right, I think I said that."

Although Liu Yun encouraged himself to work harder, he was still weak when speaking, and his mind was dull, and he couldn't cheer up at all.

If you don't like this, you can refuse.

This sentence seems to have been said by Muchun?

Anyway, he said these strange words very casually, and they fit his tone no matter how you look at them.

Liu Yun couldn't tell, and it was impossible for him to do such a thing as crowding in a group of female students and dragging the female author to take pictures.

"Are you listening? I will ask you and Song Xiaoxiao to sign a contract together next week. If you have a familiar artist, you can also introduce it to me. I know Liu Yun and some science fiction painters. It’s still relatively familiar.”

"Hey, Liuyun, are you listening? Hello? Hello?"

Liuyun could no longer hear the sound behind him. He fell asleep, just like the computer suddenly unplugged and shut down.

That night, Liu Yun read novels for a while and tried to watch anime for a while, but he couldn't concentrate.

Finally, a piece of news about the author's death caught Liu Yun's attention.

How could it be him.

Like thunder hitting the window sill, Liu Yun suddenly became extremely sober.

The melancholy of the past few days disappeared in an instant, and there was a sense of pleasure as the sky suddenly became clear.

"Really. Human nature is terrible."

"yes."

Liuyun couldn't see Chu Sisi's expression, but Liuyun could see Mu Chun's expression clearly, and there was actually a smile on that guy's face.

"I even felt that I was a bit excessive, impersonal and unkind."

"It seems like this. A writer with a heart of stone deserves to be ruined."

"That's not the case. I know this author. He was the champion of the essay contest that year and has been active in the publishing industry ever since."

"Do you feel sorry? I'm actually very heartbroken."

"Heartache is natural, but I think everyone will have this kind of heartache. What I want to tell the doctor is that I was really depressed at that time, and I felt that I was not far from Dante's Inferno."

“Why is it Dante’s Inferno, but we don’t have one in the East?”

Liu Yun shook his hand, "That's not what I mean. What I mean is that I was really bad at that time. I almost felt that I would never get better from now on. I wanted to tie myself to the bedside table, not go anywhere, and completely isolated from the world. . It can be said that the praise of life is completely exhausted."

"Then you see the news of the author's death."

"Yeah, it's like being saved in someone else's death."

“There is no encouragement like someone else having it worse than me.”

Liuyun clapped his hands and said, "Yes, that's what it means. It looks scary, but it is like this. A ray of sunshine penetrates my heart."

Liuyun, who was touching his chest, indeed looked much more energetic than before. The dark circles under his eyes had faded, and his eyes were full of hope.

"If I had known it was so easy, I wouldn't have gone to the hospital before. I also spent a lot of money to buy an account."

Muchun complained, rubbing his fingers back and forth on the table.

"Am I going a little too far? I originally thought that Dr. Mu might be able to understand my feelings, which are particularly difficult to express to others."

"Saved."

"Yes, saved."

"No more scared?"

"I'm not afraid anymore. The best thing I can do is take a vacation and go out for a walk."

"Where are you going?"

“Maybe go to Türkiye for a walk, maybe go to Greece.”

"Doctor Chu, Dr. Chu, you are so enviable. I really want to walk around."

Chu Sisi pouted, not understanding what the two people were talking about as they were talking like riddles.