Crazy Psychologist

What's more, after experiencing Liu Xiaoju's own incident, Liu Yiming had a vague feeling that maybe Chu Sisi and the mind-body department she valued really had something useful that could benefit the public.

If Dr. Mu hadn't come, I don't know when Liu Xiaoju would have spoken properly.

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At the end of October, the rain that had condensed over the city finally turned into autumn rain with a gust of autumn wind, and most of the haze that had lasted for nearly half a month finally dissipated in this wind and rain.

Wu Le stood by the window and looked at the cars speeding by on the highway outside.

White, blue, red, yellow.

These cars will make a sound when they pass by.

The highway outside the window leads to the airport, and there are vehicles traveling on it from morning to night.

At seven o'clock in the evening, Wu Le was chatting with his classmates in the QQ group, chatting about who in the class was a couple with whom, and who went to sing with whom.

He is 15 years old and looks like an ordinary middle school student. His face is a little pale, like those children who don't like outdoor sports.

He lives with his parents, his father Wu Tian is a mechanic in a factory, and his mother Lin Xiaolei is an interior designer.

Because this house is close to the airport, the sound of planes passing by is very noisy. When I bought it, it was less than 30,000 square meters. Compared with the houses in the city center that often cost 60,000 yuan, although the supporting facilities of this generation in the southern suburbs are not as good as those in the city, it is good. The house prices are low.

After owning his own house, Wu Tian bought his first family car, which made it easier to shuttle Wu Le to and from the city to school.

Everything looks fine, but only Wu Le himself knows that he is getting more and more on the edge of madness.

He had done some strange things in the past, and only he knew about it. For example, he had to wash his hands more than ten times a day. If he touched a little bit of grease or dust, he would wash his hands with soap several times (usually an even number). Sometimes, he would deliberately wait for an extra subway instead of taking the first one to go home.

But these are minor problems and no one will notice them. When classmates who go home together ask, "Wu Le, why don't you get on the bus?" Wu Le will say, Dad said the bus would arrive at the subway station five minutes later, so he asked me to get on the subway later to avoid being outside. wait.

As long as he said this, his classmates would wave to him and get in the car without any suspicion.

As a result, such little secrets accumulated over time and became a part of Wu Le's life.

Since entering the third year of junior high school, these small problems of his have sometimes been washed away by the intense academic work. Originally, Wu Le still felt this change. Although the academic pressure was greater and the papers in various subjects were piled up into mountains, he always wanted to The urge to wash my hands is almost gone.

But recently, he had a new problem, which troubled him endlessly.

Seeing it, I can no longer hide it.

Fortunately, Wu Le doesn't think there is anything embarrassing about this matter. It should be a disease that is difficult to solve.

It seems like you have been waiting for so long. How long?

Wu Le calculated that it had been available since the end of September, and he didn't pay much attention to it at the time.

Compared with not daring to take the first subway to the station, or compared with always having to wash hands, even if parents know about it, it is not a big deal.

So, two weeks ago, Wu Le told Lin Xiaolei about his troubles.

"Mom, have you ever had this problem? You keep hearing a piece of music in your head."

"What music?" Lin Xiaolei was drawing drawings on her drawing table.

"It doesn't seem like a popular song because there are no lyrics."

"I don't know anything about music. Come back and ask your father."

For the first time, Lin Xiaolei answered Wu Le like this. Wu Le heard her mother say this. Although Wu Le didn't solve any problem, she didn't seem to blame him.

That night, after Wu Tian came back, it was dinner time. The dinner table was still talking about which high school to apply for, how to work harder on English, how to do more math questions, and whether classical Chinese is not all correct. There is nothing new. After entering the third grade of junior high school, , Mom and Dad’s requirements for Wu Le are becoming more and more clear. Even if he can’t get into the four major universities, he can’t fail to pass into none of the eight key middle schools.

What do you mean, it seems like eight schools can take the test at will?

"There are eight. It's not like none of them can pass the exam, right?"

Wu Tian always said this and looked very optimistic. At this time, Lin Xiaolei would say, "If you don't pass the exam anyway, you will be a worker in a factory like your father."

"Dad is a skilled worker, there is nothing to be ashamed of."

"I didn't say it was embarrassing. It's just hard work and it's not respectable, isn't it?"

Wu Le has liked tinkering with machine parts with his father Wu Tian since he was a child. In the past, he lived in a small house and was crowded with the elderly of the previous generation. Parts were everywhere. Lin Xiaolei always scolded Wu Tian for being useless. Just smile and never reply.

Dad’s pleasure lies in the absolutely precise installation angles of those screws, files and teeth. This kind of thing is considered a man’s pleasure. My mother is a woman and will not understand.

After moving to the current apartment, my mother didn't let my father tinker with these things. She said not to delay Wu Le's studies and not to give him wrong guidance. These greasy things are not as dignified as sitting in the office.

It would be best for Wu Le to take the civil service exam in the future, where he would be stable and respected.

After finally finishing his daily routine, Wu Le spoke first before his mother stood up to put away the bowl.

At this time, Lin Xiaolei had already stood up with the bowl in hand. Halfway through, she reluctantly sat back down, "If you have anything to say, hurry up and go do your homework. I still have some drawings to finish!"

Lin Xiaolei touched her neck, turned her head, and her neck made a creaking sound.

"Oh, even designers can't do it. My cervical vertebrae are all sick. What should I do when I get old?"

"It's not because my family has no money. I also want to retire early, take care of myself, and practice yoga. I don't want to work so hard every day drawing drawings."

"That's it." Seeing that his mother was about to start nagging her about how much effort she had put into this family, Wu Le quickly said, "That's it. Dad, have you ever had a piece of music always repeated in your ears?"

Wu Tian thought for a while, picked up the soup bowl and drank the half mouthful of soup left at the bottom of the bowl.

"Ah, it seems there is. There is always the sound of the sprinkler."

"Sprinkler?" Wu Le touched the back of his head, "What is it?"

"It's a road sprinkler truck. Every time it drives by, there will be a piece of music. It seems to be "Für Elise"."

Oh, so it’s classical music, and it’s the same kind of music as the music in my ears.

"Then Dad, will that voice disappear later? How long will it last?"