Crazy Psychologist

In the following time, Gong Hai seemed to deliberately stay away from Muchun. He first discussed with Ding Jiajun about learning painting with Ding Jiajun during the winter vacation. Of course, Ding Jiajun agreed wholeheartedly. Bai Lu complained, it seems that painters are really more leisurely than doctors and teachers.

Mu Chun felt very comfortable hearing this, and couldn't help but stretch out and gave Bai Lu a thumbs up.

After talking about the painting plan, Gong Hai asked Bai Lu if he was willing to be his instructor. If Gong Hai didn't mention it himself, Mu Chun also had the idea. If Bai Lu could become Gong Hai's instructor, what would happen to these two people currently? It's a good thing for every situation.

Gong Hai needs to have a plan for his life, but Bai Lu had better not be idle.

Keeping your life from being too idle has always been a good antidote to emotional problems.

When Ding Jiajun asked Gong Hai what other plans he had besides painting and practicing piano, Gong Hai lowered his head in embarrassment. Then the three adults realized that they had really made a false alarm. Gong Hai suddenly lowered his head because he He said that he didn't finish a lot of homework in order to prepare for the competition, and he was afraid that if he delayed further studying, it would become a joke.

Bai Lu couldn't help but laugh first, then Ding Jiajun pretended to pat Gong Hai on the head, while Mu Chun secretly felt happy for Gong Hai.

"An orderly city." To Mu Chun, this sentence was more touching and grateful than any piece of music at the finals of the Lechuan International Piano Competition that day.

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Under the night, Mu Chun walked beside Bai Lu. Bai Lu had a lot to say to Mu Chun, but she didn't know where to start. After such a day, Bai Lu felt that she was terrible compared to Gong Hai.

Gong Hai is already an orphan, but he is still strong and trying to return his life to normal. And what about her? She always seems to be complaining about the unfairness of life and asking others to help her. Compared with the pain and sadness Gong Hai faces, what have she experienced before?

When her husband was not at home, she was lonely, so she went to drink, indulged in a void of feelings, and then became sad, miserable, and increasingly lonely. She blamed it on her husband, thus forgiving herself.

Compared to Gong Hai, didn't she bring this suffering on herself?

No, it's too hard to admit such a thing.

He Ping did give her too little company, so she couldn't blame her entirely.

But compared with the suffering of a child, the pain she experienced was so insignificant, so...

Bai Lu wrapped her coat tightly and originally planned to take a taxi home after the game. It was noon and the sun was still a little warm. I never expected that I would be walking on the streets around the sea at night wearing a dress skirt and a jacket that was not very warm.

It was really too cold to bear, so cold that it made my head stiff.

"Is it cold?" Muchun asked sideways.

"A little bit." Although he didn't tell the truth, his teeth were chattering.

"Let's take a taxi back. It's too cold. I can't stand the cold either."

A taxi happened to pass by. Before Bai Lu could agree, Mu Chun stopped the taxi and opened the rear door. After Bai Lu got in, Mu Chun sat in the passenger seat and told the driver the address of Bai Lu's home.

"Go to bed early, Teacher Bai Lu. If you have any questions, can we talk about it on Monday?" Mu Chun asked.

"Okay, I'll make some arrangements on Monday morning."

After Bai Lu finished speaking, she looked out the window at the night. She felt that there was nothing particularly uncomfortable except the cold. This Saturday seemed to be the most relaxing day for her in a while.

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When the alarm clock rang, Muchun had already finished washing up. According to the estimated time, Xiaoxiao should arrive at Raohai Station in an hour. If the calculation is accurate, Xiaoxiao would arrive at the gate of Fengchuan No. 1 Prison before eleven o'clock.

Luo Yang promised Muchun to coordinate every aspect of the treatment before he went to prison. After what happened on Saturday, Luo Yang seemed to have a more Luo Yang-like understanding of "drama therapy".

When Muchun arrived at Fengchuan No. 1 Prison, Luo Yang was already waiting for Mu Chun in the office, looking "ready". Mu Chun patted Luo Yang's shoulder gratefully, "The treatment room is really well arranged."

"That's nothing. You haven't seen Pan Guangshen yet. I made him clean, white and fat."

Luo Yang was not exaggerating. When Muchun followed Luo Yang to the separate supervision room, the person he saw in front of him was really hard to think of the smelly and dirty Pan Guangshen a week ago.

In the gray room, Pan Guangshen was wearing a blue judicial uniform. Although the clothes didn't fit him well, the size was reasonable.

Luo Yang whispered to Muchun that this was the most suitable set of clothes he could find. Time was limited, and not all his colleagues at Fengchuan No. 1 Prison could handle it. It was not appropriate to ask others to borrow clothes temporarily.

Mu Chun frowned when he heard these contradictory words, and said to Luo Yang in the same low voice: "It's okay, it's quite similar, but the white coat I brought you will definitely suit you."

After Luo Yang heard this, the corner of his mouth twitched, "Did you really bring it?"

Muchun lowered his head and smiled, "Brought it."

The two of them chatted for several rounds in front of Pan Guangshen. Pan Guangshen stood aside patiently, with a stable mood and an upright posture. He also checked whether his clothes were neat and tidy from time to time. His darker complexion still looked dull in the gray room, but his overall complexion was still much better than a week ago.

After all, his body had not fully recovered yet, so Mu Chun took a step forward, but Luo Yang still instinctively stretched out his hand to stop Mu Chun.

Muchun stopped and still looked at Pan Guangshen from a distance.

"Don't worry, Officer Luo, I will be very obedient today." Pan Guangshen spoke in a tone like a bear who accidentally knocked over a honey jar.

"Just be obedient today? Pan Guangshen, I don't understand what you are saying." Luo Yang's tone was not as gentle as usual.

"Yes, I really don't know how to thank Officer Luo. When you told me about this on Friday, I thought I was dreaming. I never dared to think about it."

Pan Guangshen's eyes were full of gratitude and tenderness when he said this. If he hadn't known that he was a prisoner, he would not have been able to associate these eyes with those of prisoners serving time in prison.

"Are you ready?" Muchun said suddenly.

"Ready." Pan Guangshen immediately tensed up his muscles and saluted Muchun.

"Well, you are the protagonist today, remember not to mess up the performance." Muchun said seriously.

"Yes, totally understand."

With excitement, excitement, and a voice that might be speechless at any time due to excitement and excitement, Pan Guangshen followed Mu Chun and Luo Yang out of the single-person supervision room.