Crazy Psychologist

Lack of training can only slowly accumulate experience in actual work. Although, there is no better way for the time being.

I don’t know if anyone from the medical system or universities will propose relevant development plans for these things at the Annual Mental Health Conference next year.

Muchun couldn't think of that much for the time being, and he already felt a little strange just thinking about these things.

Why do you think these things are related to you?

Don’t you want to treat patients well, and it’s best to have more [props] and [talents] so that you can have a chance to complete the task within ten years?

Phew, thinking of that task, Muchun's hands were shaking when he paid.

Money, why is there not enough? What a person I am who doesn’t know how to save. Why can I save so much money even if I am tall and graceful? Why can I only count on my basic salary every month? Now it’s fine, for the whole half a year There are no additional bonus benefits.

Literally, it cost as much as a bottle of Snow White correction fluid.

After paying the money and sending the message to [Huayuan Bridge Detective Agency], Muchun used a one-dollar coin to buy a packing box made of environmentally friendly materials and packed the vegetables and beef balls that were not put into the pot in his hand. .

When Gong Hai saw that his father did not waste food, he gave a thumbs up and praised: "Dad is really a good father who has always been thrifty."

Eh? Do I have the same point as Gong Hai's father?

It’s not easy to be a man in this city!

"Dad, I just said that I would go to a music school. Can I go now?"

"No problem, let's go."

After leaving the hot pot restaurant, Muchun turned right subconsciously, and Gong Hai said behind him: "Dad, it's not that way, that's the direction we came from the hospital. I remember the music school is in that direction."

Oops, I'm so embarrassed. I don't even know the name of the music school Gong Hai mentioned. Of course, I don't know how to get to the music school from here.

Gong Hai didn't notice Muchun's uneasiness. After looking around, he pointed to the cinema opposite the hot pot restaurant, "Dad, I don't know how to get there~~~~~~, but it should be in the direction behind the Wanda Cinema. "

Gong Hai nodded to himself, looking very confident.

Muchun pretended to be relaxed and asked: "Behind the cinema is Songheng Road, then Jinglin Road, and then Cangwu Road."

"Well, the music school is on Cangwu Road, but I don't know how to get to Cangwu Road from here. Is it closer by taking a car?"

When Mu Chun heard that it was really on Cangwu Road, Mu Chun could at least walk there first. If not, he could delay it for 20 to 25 minutes. During this time, he might be able to find out where the music school was.

But wait a minute, there’s the music school on Cangwu Road and this hot pot restaurant.

Could it be where Bai Lu works?

A few days ago, Muchun went to where Bai Lu worked to wait for her to get off work. He took two buses from Huayuanqiao Hospital to get there. If he walked directly from the hospital to Linyin Music School where Bai Lu worked, it would take more than forty minutes, but today from It only takes 20 minutes to walk from Huayuanqiao Hospital to this hot pot restaurant.

It turns out that this hot pot restaurant is between the school and the hospital, so it's estimated that it's more than 20 minutes' walk from where Bai Lu works.

After making a rough judgment, Muchun asked: "Has Teacher Bai Lu played for you recently?"

"Bai Lu?" Xiao Hai smiled happily.

"Teacher Bai Lu plays Bach's "The Twelve Equal Temperaments" very well."

Muchun secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Sure enough, it was the school where Bai Lu worked.

Gong Hai added: "Teacher Bai Lu is also participating in this Lechuan International Piano Competition. I think there is no problem for both of us to enter the finals. It is a pity that the first qualifiers of the Youth Group and Junior C Group are both in January. On the 6th, as a result, I won’t be able to see Teacher Bai Lu’s performance at all, which is a pity.”

"Well, it's really a pity." Muchun agreed.

At noon in winter, although the cold tolerance has improved a bit after having a full lunch, Raohai City in winter has never been considered a southern city. Even northerners will feel bone-chilling cold in Raohai.

Mu Chun wrapped her coat tightly and saw Gong Hai also holding his arms and shrinking his neck. He really felt that the child had less clothes on when he went out this morning, so he took off his scarf and helped Gong Hai wrap it up.

"Dad, did you buy this scarf new?"

Really! Every step is thunderous.

Just as Mu Chun was thinking about how to reply, Gong Hai added: "I think it looks very good. My father has never been willing to buy himself new clothes. In fact, our family is not poor either."

"Of course I'm not poor. Dad just wants to spend his money on more meaningful things."

Patting Gong Hai's shoulder, Muchun added: "Discover the meaning of life and work hard to move forward."

I don’t know why my father’s voice suddenly became different.

As if independent from all backgrounds, this sentence seems to be the foreground of the whole world, gentle and generous, penetrating into the brain.

It was clearly just an ordinary sentence, but it was like the feeling when music enters the mind, as if an endless stream of light painted a huge mural on the dome of the memory palace.

The painting is still faint now, but Xiao Hai feels that it is gradually unfolding, becoming vivid, and will eventually become an enduring existence.

Why is this happening?

Gong Hai subconsciously stretched out his hand to cover his scarf. The heat from his breath stuck to the knitted scarf, creating a damp and cold feeling.

It smells like daddy.

A trace of imperceptible tears flashed in Xiaohai's eyes.

Muchun quickened his pace, the cold urging the leaves to fall to the ground and urging pedestrians on the road to hurry to their destination.

Passing through an urban green space, along the old buildings built a hundred years ago on the right hand side, the breath of Cangwu Road is paved.

"This road is a very famous cultural road." Muchun said.

"Yes, these buildings are very beautiful, especially the rows of small bungalows." Xiaohai looked up at the old buildings beside him, then turned to Mu Chun and smiled.

"This is the Asia Building. It was built in 1916 and is in the eclectic style. You can ask Teacher Seven about this. He knows more about it than me." Mu Chun pointed to a building opposite and introduced. "Amidst so many new high-rise buildings, these former architectural works are still not inferior in the slightest. On the contrary, they have become gentler and more beautiful because of their loneliness."

Xiaohai nodded and listened carefully.

Ever since Teacher Sun Yao resigned from her teaching position at the Youth Activity Center, she came to Linyin Music School here on Cangwu Road. It has been more than three years since Xiaohai followed her teacher here. Today is the first time she heard her father talk about this. Xiaohai didn't notice anything strange about the story of architecture. On the contrary, he was very happy to learn some architectural knowledge from his father.