Crazy Psychologist

On tenterhooks until the last syllable. When Mu Chun saw Gong Hai stand up, the audience responded with warm applause, as if all the unhappiness just now turned into love for the performer. The wave of applause did not stop, and then Mu Chun's heart gradually calmed down.

The conductor also turned around and accepted everyone's applause. The applause from the audience became louder and louder. It seemed that he was glad that he finally had a concert hall that was only for music. The pleasure of civilization overcoming barbarism also seemed to encourage the contestants who were forced to suspend the performance - —Your performance is truly outstanding.

Gong Hai was not affected at all, which really made Mu Chun's worried heart finally relax.

During the intermission, Muchun met Ding Jiajun in the lobby. The two of them patted each other's shoulders tacitly, feeling lucky to survive the disaster.

"Doctor Mu Chun, Gong Hai is great, beyond imagination, and the young man who plays Rachmaninoff is simply amazing." Bai Lu ran to Mu Chun and pulled Mu Chun and said excitedly With.

Ding Jiajun on the side was dumbfounded, "This is Teacher Bai Lu, right?"

"Well, yes, you should have seen it before." Muchun said.

Ding Jiajun shook his head, "She wasn't the one in the first qualifying match."

The atmosphere was a little awkward for a moment, but Bai Lu admitted generously, "Well, I almost died suddenly during the first qualifying match, but Doctor Muchun saved me."

"He is indeed a miracle doctor. There is nothing that cannot be solved where Dr. Muchun is."

Being praised so unexpectedly and exaggeratedly by Ding Jiajun, Muchun almost wanted to complain, did you two eat honey before going out today?

Still hesitating whether to say the last sentence, Muchun felt a numbness in his back.

Who slapped me so hard! Before I could figure it out, I just heard the person behind me say:

"Dr. Mu, long time no see."

I turned around and saw, isn't this Luo Yang?

"It's been a long time, didn't we just meet yesterday?" Muchun rubbed his back and said with a sigh.

"Ah, it seems so, and then we have to meet tomorrow. Oh my god, why do I have to date Dr. Muchun for three days in a row?"

Bai Lu and Ding Jiajun looked at Luo Yang stupidly, with question marks in their minds like candied haws.

"Who is this?"

It was Ding Jiajun who spoke first.

"Oh, this is the prison guard at Fengchuan No. 1 Prison, Officer Luo Yang."

When Bai Lu heard that it was a prison and a police officer, the smile suddenly froze on her face. Upon seeing this, Muchun quickly said, "This is Luo Shanshan's father."

"Luo Shanshan? Isn't that the boy who played Rachmaninoff?"

Before Bai Lu finished speaking, Luo Yang couldn't hide his joy and pride.

"That, very good, very good orchestra ensemble level, which is really not easy at this age."

Bai Lu happily praised, and Luo Yang said proudly: "Well, Shining prefers the violin. He entered the Junior group of the International Youth Orchestra when he was 5 years old. He has to go to the orchestra to rehearse every week. His sense of ensemble should be better than others. The players are stronger.”

"So that's it. You are a talented person. Have you ever thought about taking the professional music route?"

When Bai Lu asked, Luo Yang quickly shook his head, "I have never thought about it. It all depends on what he likes. I am not a chicken-blooded father. I advocate free-range education. You must believe in the child's own talent and hard work. No need to do anything. They all want to control it.”

A prison guard in a prison actually had such an educational philosophy. Muchun and Ding Jiajun also admired this prison guard.

At this moment, a child suddenly ran towards Bai Lu. Seeing that he could not stop the car, his center of gravity was unstable. Although he grabbed Bai Lu's long skirt, he still fell to the ground.

The young mother who was following the child panted and caught up, grabbed the child by the collar, and said angrily: "Are you shameless? I say a few words to you and you still run away."

After the child stood up, his eyes were full of tears, his mouth twitched, his shoulders moved back and forth, and he kept making strange sounds like "ta da da, da da, da da da".

Everyone could tell that this was the mother and son who had been kicked out just now.

"How uneducated."

"Why haven't you left yet?"

"Forget it, let's not watch other people's children."

Everyone hid in the distance and talked. Some audience members who didn't like talking about others behind their backs pretended not to notice and returned to the concert hall with their receipts.

"Scream again, shout again!"

The young mother was clearly out of control, holding her child's shoulders and rocking her back and forth.

"How many nutritional supplements have I given you, how much energy have I spent on you, and yet you treat me like this, even during a concert? What use do I have for a child like you? What use do I have in raising you? ah?"

The child was shaken around and the strange noises coming from his mouth were louder and more frequent.

Ding Jiajun quietly walked up to Muchun and asked, "Is this child abnormal?"

Muchun didn't have time to answer Ding Jiajun's question, but rushed out and hugged the child who was almost pushed to the ground by the young mother.

"Da da, da da, da da da" while crying, sobbing and screaming.

The boy's eyes were red and just after being helped up by Mu Chun, he rushed to his mother again, hugged his mother's thigh tightly with both hands, and cried: "Mom! Mom! Don't scold me, mom! Don't scold me."

"Why do I want you to meddle in other people's business when I care about my children? You're crazy." The young mother vented her anger on Muchun, and used both hands to forcefully open the child's hands.

"Don't do this." Muchun said suddenly.

"I?"

The young mother suddenly felt speechless. For some reason, looking at the man who rushed over to hug his son, she felt resentful and didn't know how to speak.

"The child is not feeling well, we can find a way, be patient."

"I, who are you, want you to mind your own business." The young mother managed to squeeze out a sentence to humiliate Muchun.

Muchun didn't seem to hear it at all. This time, he knelt down on one knee and said to the little boy: "Can you take a deep breath? Breathe slowly, okay? If you breathe slowly, you will feel more comfortable, and your mother will be happier." Come, look at uncle, don't be nervous, look at me, look at me!

1, 2, 3. Breathe in, good, breathe out!

Do it again, inhale, exhale. "

After a few times, the boy's twitching slowed down, and the strange screams changed from continuous screams to only 1-2 times a minute.

Muchun stood up slowly, and the boy looked up at him, "Da, da."

Muchun leaned down again and said something in the boy's ear.

When the young mother saw a strange man approaching her child at such a close distance, she instinctively pulled the child back two steps. Then she looked at Mu Chun up and down. No matter how she looked at it, she didn't think this man looked like a bad person. Nosy people.

So she stared into Muchun's eyes and asked, "What did you just say to my son?"