Crazy Psychologist

violin!

This really stumped Muchun. Let alone performing in front of others, even if he just avoided pulling the stick, he couldn't do it without several years of hard work. Muchun reached out and touched his forehead. The sweat hadn't broken out yet, but he didn't know how to react.

Refuse decisively?

No, it's not the best way.

Otherwise, just find a reason to say that you don’t want to play the violin today. Twinkle and Gong Hai played so beautifully, so dad won’t show off his shame. Dad’s level is that of someone who has studied at a youth activity center for several years. He can’t compete with today’s children. Compare it.

Or you might rush into the toilet and just say you have diarrhea. If you don't feel well, you can always use it as an excuse.

"Just one song is good. I'm really envious of being able to play a duet with my father." Shining Xian put the small note into Muchun's hand.

"Ah, it's time to eat. It's time to eat."

Just when Muchun didn't know what to do, Bai Lu was urging everyone to get ready to eat. As soon as Shanxing heard that there was food, she immediately turned to Gong Hai and said, "Eat, Xiaohai, I'm so hungry, my stomach is so hungry." "

"Okay, then let's eat." Gong Hai replied.

Muchun breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Bai Lu gratefully. Bai Lu blinked at him and went to greet the child again.

"Dingshan doesn't know anything. I'm really sorry." Luo Yang walked to Muchun and awkwardly explained for his son.

Muchun immediately responded: "You can't blame Twinkle for this. I will have to face this matter sooner or later."

"Well, because we didn't have time to prepare, we bought these at a nearby restaurant on the way here. We heated them up and ate them." Bai Lu said while distributing the plates.

Gong Hai suddenly stood up from his seat and snatched the Japanese cherry blossom bowl from Bai Lu's hand. Bai Lu originally thought that such a feminine bowl would be the most suitable for her. The family was full of men and no one would want to use this bowl. Bowl.

Gong Hai snatched the bowl away, and then said embarrassedly: "I'm sorry, Teacher Bai Lu, this is the bowl used by dad, no one can use it." After saying that, Gong Hai ran back to the kitchen with the bowl in hand, and put it in the kitchen. The bowl was put in the cupboard.

Ding Jiajun looked at Muchun, while Bai Lu asked directly: "Isn't this? Are you already awake?"

Muchun nodded, and then said: "Have a good meal. If he doesn't mention it, we will pretend we don't know."

The meal was very quiet. Twinkle also noticed that everyone at the table was worried and became quiet.

After the meal, Luo Yang was worried that Twinkle would say something inappropriate again, so he made an excuse and said he wanted to go home early.

"Okay, let's contact him via WeChat. Anyway, we can meet again at the New Year's performance and awards ceremony in a week." Gong Hai politely walked Luo Shanshan to the elevator, and then returned to the house.

"Xiao Hai, are you feeling uncomfortable in any way?" Ding Jiajun asked with concern.

"Dad and I have something to say." Gong Hai walked up to Mu Chun and took Mu Chun's arm, "Dad, I."

Ding Jiajun saw that something was not right about Gong Hai and tried to comfort him: "Xiao Hai, it's okay. If anything happens, uncle is here and he will take care of you."

"Thank you Uncle Seven, I still have something to say to dad." Gong Hai looked at Ding Jiajun seriously and calmly, and Ding Jiajun could only nod his head and glanced at Muchun with concern when he left the sofa.

Muchun waved to him, "I also have something to say to Xiao Hai, how about you help Teacher Bai Lu wash the dishes?"

The kitchen door opened and closed, only Gong Hai and Muchun were left in the living room.

Gong Hai took down the photo of him and his father from the piano and placed it in front of Muchun.

"I'm sorry, I've always been unwilling to admit it, so..." Gong Hai lowered his head with tears rolling down his face.

"Xiao Hai, I have never done well enough. If you need me, I will always be here." Mu Chun said softly.

Gong Hai sniffed, "I'm fine, I've gotten much better. During this time, I'm fine, really fine. Thank you and Uncle Seven, you are all good people."

"Gong Hai is a great child. I am also very happy to be with Gong Hai during this time and play the role of a father. This is a role I have never imagined. I have always felt that being a good father must be A very, very difficult thing.”

"Doctor Mu Chun did a great job. Can I call you Uncle Mu Chun? I mean I can't call you dad anymore because of Xiao Hai, not anymore." Gong Hai's eyes were red and his throat became hoarse.

The light outside the window gradually faded, and someone opened the sliding door to the balcony and living room. The curtains fluttered, and the winter wind blew into the living room and stuck to Gong Hai's tearful face.

"Of course. I really hope to become Xiao Hai's uncle and play the piano with Xiao Hai, even though I don't know how to play the violin." Mu Chun said calmly.

"Actually, dad isn't very good at it either." Gong Hai raised his hand to wipe away his tears. Before he put his hand down, new tears welled up.

"But I don't know how to play it at all. Maybe I should learn it, but the violin is really not easy."

When Gong Hai heard this, he quickly shook his head, "Don't learn it. You don't need to learn an instrument you don't want to learn. That's what my father told me at the time.

At first, he wanted me to practice violin like him, but I didn’t seem to like it very much. Later, I heard the sound of the piano and fell in love with it. My father did not force me to learn the violin, but took me to find out. The best teacher he could find taught me the piano, week after week, year after year, no matter how windy or rainy it may be, he never stopped accompanying me to take lessons. He also gave me this piano, without asking for it. Do anything I don't want to do, he said it's because nothing can be done without love. "

When listening to Gong Hai speaking these words, Mu Chun seemed to see the scene of Gong Yifeng and Gong Hai talking, and seemed to see Gong Yifeng looking at them at the junction of the balcony and the living room, between the sunlight and the shadow.

"Don't cry. Dad is a very warm person, so is Uncle Seven, and so are you. Otherwise, how could you help a child you don't know at all? You are all very warm people, so I know I can't continue to be sad. , but I’m still sad, really, Uncle Muchun, I still miss my dad very much.”

Muchun hugged Gong Hai into his arms, letting Gong Hai cry silently on his shoulder.

Time is as long as the phoenix trees in winter, as if they never have time to sprout.

Until Gong Hai raised his head, tears blurred the young man's clear eyes, and there was some wool on his cheeks, all from Mu Chun's clothes.

"I'm much better, but I still feel sad when I think about it. Just like those repeated movements, each repetition is different and different."