Crazy Psychologist

No amount of companionship could stop the sadness. It never disappeared. We just changed our train tickets and delayed our arrival by a month.

Gong Hai cried for a long time. After crying tiredly, he fell on the sofa, his head resting on Muchun's thigh and he gradually fell asleep.

In the dream, the sun and the sea were getting farther and farther away, until the huge city swallowed up the blue sea, and the huge high-rise buildings blocked the red sun. The high-rise buildings are gray, as are the roads. The huge criss-crossing city finally drives the sea water and sunshine out of Gong Hai's dream.

He woke up, confused and confused.

Outside the window, dusk has fallen, and sporadic bird calls are accompanied by penguins who seem to be eager to return home. There were no lights on in the living room, and the piano, sofa, and surrounding walls were all immersed in the dimness of the evening, showing a feeble compromise.

"Uncle Muchun, have I slept for a long time?"

"It's okay, one hour. Did you dream?"

"How did you know I was dreaming?" Gong Hai was surprised by Muchun's magic.

"It's easy to dream during the afternoon nap. I often dream about deceased people. Sometimes they become very huge. One hand is as big as a shopping mall, and their eyes are like the moon. They have long hair and noses like Raised mountains.”

Gong Hai sounded a little scared, but he was attracted by this terrifying dream.

"I also dreamed about something huge, a very big city, a hundred times or a thousand times bigger than the sea around the sea. And the city in the dream was growing, getting bigger and bigger, and taking growth-accelerating drugs Same."

Gong Hai burst into laughter as he spoke.

"Well, what about the growth-accelerating agent?" Muchun's tone was gentle and unhurried.

"Then it became extremely big. It swallowed up the sea first, and then the sun. The city was full of cars, crowds, and all kinds of familiar things, but they all became huge, huge."

Gong Hai gestured with his hands, his expression focused, as if he was still immersed in the dream he just had.

This is a dream about acceptance. In Mu Chun's opinion, this dream is a good signal. Although it started in a bad way, the process gradually changed for the better.

This kind of good does not change an irreversible sadness, nor does it mean that the seawater and sun swallowed by the city submerge the city again. The "good" here is a kind of acceptance, an acceptance that is pushed by a huge force.

In the dream, the sea and the sun can be said to be the agreement between Gong Hai and his father Gong Yifeng, or more simply, they can be seen as Gong Hai's father himself. The father and son had made an agreement to go to the island for vacation after the Lechuan International Piano Competition. However, the weather did not go as planned. In Gong Hai's dream, the sea disappeared and the sun disappeared. This corresponded to the fact that the agreement in reality could not come true and his father would not. Reappearance.

It's all sad, a vast sadness that projects an engulfing movement.

The city can be seen as reality, growing larger and larger, eventually swallowing up the sea and the sun. And Gong Hai, who witnessed all this, although he felt deeply fear, terror and despair, he did not stop it from happening.

Muchun confirmed this to Gong Hai again and listened to Gong Hai's dream in the evening again.

Indeed, as a bystander who witnessed this devouring, Gong Hai did not take any action regardless of his ability or lack of ability.

This also contains two key aspects that need to be analyzed.

First: Gong Hai is powerless so he consciously does nothing.

Second: Gong Hai just watched, letting the city grow bigger, and accepted that the city would eventually swallow up the sea and the sun.

Both aspects contain one thing in common - Gong Hai did nothing.

In this dream, not doing anything is not a bad thing. On the contrary, it is a positive signal. It can be understood that Gong Hai has accepted the reality that his father will never appear again, and no longer fights, denies, and tries to escape.

Muchun picked up the water glass on the coffee table, handed it to Gong Hai, and asked, "What happened to the city later?"

"Later?" Gong Hai took a sip of water, put the cup down, then picked it up and took several sips in succession. He wiped his mouth, looked at Mu Chun and slowly shook his head, and responded: "I don't know. Later, the dream I woke up, this dream only ends here, I don’t know what happens next.”

"Gong Hai closes his eyes now and imagines the city in his dream, its tall buildings, streets, and vehicles."

"Okay." Gong Hai gently closed his eyes under Muchun's guidance.

"Have you seen the huge city?" Muchun asked.

"Yes, I saw it." Gong Hai's answer was concise and clear.

"Very good. Can you still see the sea?"

"Can't see." Gong Hai shook his head.

"Can you still see the sun?" Gong Hai shook his head again.

"Very good, can you see the roads in this city?" Muchun's tone became calmer and calmer, with almost no color at all, as if it was a voice in a dream.

"You can see the city's roads, with cars and bicycles. It's no different from the usual cities, but it's very big."

“Does this city feel orderly or chaotic to you?”

Gong Hai paused, one second, two seconds, three seconds, four seconds, five seconds.

Muchun's brows furrowed more and more tightly.

"In good order."

With Gong Hai's answer, Muchun's tense nerves finally relaxed.

"Xiaohai, Xiaohai." Muchun tried to wake up Gong Hai.

After opening his eyes, Gong Hai drank several mouthfuls of warm boiled water.

"Where are Uncle Seven and Teacher Bai Lu?" Gong Hai asked.

"Wash dishes in the kitchen." Muchun replied.

"What nonsense are you talking about? Uncle Muchun is really confused. Look, it's almost dinner time outside. Why are you still washing dishes in the kitchen? I wonder if Uncle Muchun is still dreaming?"

Instead of being angry at being laughed at by Gong Hai, Mu Chun couldn't help laughing, and on a whim, he took Xiao Hai to teach him the piano.

"Xiao Hai, you must teach me well. My piano skills are so bad that your teacher Bai Lu is not willing to accept me as a disciple at all." Seeing Mu Chun's self-pitying expression, Gong Hai really wanted to laugh. .

"Okay, but piano is so difficult. You're so old and it's really not suitable for you. Otherwise, you'd better learn guitar."

"This is looking down on people, Gong Hai. You have looked down on your uncle at a young age, haven't you?"

Mu Chunyi was anxious and raised his right hand, pretending to teach the junior a lesson. Unexpectedly, Gong Hai quickly opened the living room door and walked into the dining room. As soon as Mu Chun chased him to the restaurant, Gong Hai was already hiding behind Ding Jiajun and shouted: "Doctor Mu Chun wants to beat people, Dr. Mu Chun bullies children."

Ding Jiajun didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He didn't understand why the depressing atmosphere in the room suddenly turned into an atmosphere of hawks catching chickens.

Bai Lu was even more unclear, but no matter what, Gong Hai's condition was better than she imagined, ten times better, a hundred times better, no, a thousand times better.