Crazy Psychologist

When the morning light came, Sun Xiangyun felt like his throat was being strangled again. After opening his eyes, he thought that he had not slept well all night and had his neck pressed, so he felt like he was being strangled. The discomfort of living.

After getting up completely, Sun Xiangyun didn't want to think about Lao Wu. During the day, Lao Wu's death was like a covered statue. Sun Xiangyun worked hard to paint, trying not to look at the series of sunrise and sunset photos by the west window, and then not turning on the computer at all.

He goes out for a walk every day, but he can't sit still and sketch.

He felt hazy, like a rusty screw wrapped in haze.

"Can I see that photo?" Liu Yiming asked straight to the point.

Amin replied, "Of course."

Sun Xiangyun hesitated for a long time and could only nod.

Lao Wu, I really don’t understand whether you want me to say it or not.

I really don't know what to do.

Liu Yiming also saw Sun Xiangyun's weirdness, and Amin was even more angry and sad, thinking to himself, is my husband a coward? Are you afraid of getting into trouble or something else? Is there anything to hesitate about such a thing?

Sun Xiangyun didn't move, and Amin said: "Tell me the power-on password, and I'll show the photos to the police. If you don't want to move, just sit here like a mushroom. Do you want me to support you again?" A black umbrella."

"Password." After Amin finished speaking, he continued.

"Your birthday." Sun Xiangyun's voice was completely in his mouth.

Liu Yiming didn't hear it clearly at all, but Amin heard it clearly. He didn't expect that the computer's power-on password would be her birthday.

Amin suddenly felt that his eyes were a little blurry, but soon, after throwing the mushroom Sun Xiangyun on the edge of the table, Amin walked into the studio.

Two minutes later, Amin found the photo. When Liu Yiming saw the photo, it was clearer than he imagined. In the photo, there were two simple people, a nanny holding a bowl of porridge in her left hand, and a shallow white bowl with a large mouth. The porridge was also very clear. The green and white ones are obviously the vegetable porridge that is often eaten at home.

Then, a faintly green syringe was placed on Old Wu's bulging belly.

To be precise, part of it is outside the belly and part is inside.

In the photo, it's hard to tell whether Lao Wu's expression is pain, despair, helplessness or something else.

Amin didn't want to look at the photo anymore, so he asked: "I have a data cable here. Do you want to make a copy for you? Your mobile phone can receive it."

Liu Yiming immediately took out his mobile phone and said, "Oh, okay, please."

Then Liu Yiming tried to ask Sun Xiangyun some questions, "How was this photo taken?"

Sun Xiangyun shook his head, and then held it in for a long time and said something useless. He said in detail that Lao Wu liked photography, and that he was very strong. Even if he was lying in bed, he would use automatic photography to record the sunrise around the sea. and sunset. After he became ill, he became the most powerful photographer in this field.

I took thousands of photos of sunrises and sunsets around the sea, all year round.

Sun Xiangyun also asked Amin to take Liu Yiming to the west window to see the photography works of Lao Wu on display.

In short, I'm just going around in circles and not talking about the nanny and the syringe in the photo.

Amin had already noticed that Sun Xiangyun just didn't want to talk. Liu Yiming also noticed Sun Xiangyun's weirdness, and then changed the question and asked: "Has Lao Wu complained to you before that the nanny was not good to him, or has he said anything about it?" Something special?"

Sun Xiangyun shook his head and said, "No, it doesn't seem to be anything special. On Saturday, Lao Wu couldn't speak clearly."

Sun Xiangyun reached to the other side of the table, grabbed a handful of sunflower seeds, and tried to put one in his mouth. His trembling fingertips failed to hold it, and the sunflower seeds fell to the ground.

Then, he immediately put another one on his fingertips, but before it hit the middle of his front teeth, he shook it and dropped it to the table, jumped and fell to the ground again.

Sun Xiangyun suddenly felt a great anger coming out from behind him, which made him irritated all over. With a popping sound, all the melon seeds in his hand flew out and jumped around on the table.

Both Liu Yiming and Amin saw Sun Xiangyun's uneasiness. Unfortunately, Liu Yiming knew that no matter how he asked today, he would not be able to get anything useful out of Sun Xiangyun's mouth.

Teacher Muchun will definitely be able to find out something about this kind of thing.

After Liu Yiming left, Amin looked at Sun Xiangyun with disappointment and wanted to scold him but couldn't.

"I'll go talk to the doctor after dinner." Sun Xiangyun felt that this was not the way to go, so he thought that maybe the doctor could help.

"Okay, you go ahead. I hope I'll be in the hospital in the afternoon." Amin racked his brains and complained.

"Why aren't you in the hospital?" Sun Xiangyun looked at Amin innocently like a child. His mouth was dry, he had finished drinking the water in the cup, and his legs seemed to have no strength, and he didn't want to stand up at all.

He looked at Amin with a begging look like a child, as if to say, "Don't ask, just don't ask. I really don't know what to say."

Amin's heart also softened a little, and he said: "The doctor may make a visit, have you forgotten? Otherwise, who cured you last time when you were slumped in the chair?"

Sun Xiangyun thought about it. Since Dr. Mu could be invited home by Amin, other patients would inevitably ask Dr. Mu Chun to help treat him. This was also possible if he was not in the hospital in the afternoon.

"Then I'd better go take a look, what do you think?" Sun Xiangyun asked Amin's opinion like a naive child.

"Isn't Lao Wu's funeral also in the afternoon? Did you forget?" Amin reminded.

Sun Xiangyun suddenly stood up and said, "I'm going to the doctor right now. If he goes out in the afternoon, I'd better go and talk to him. I'll feel better."

Amin suddenly felt that her husband was behaving more and more strangely. When the police were there just now, he seemed to answer any questions asked of him, but just like the Chinese language test, the questions and answers were all wrong.

When she mentioned the funeral, her husband was even more reluctant to mention it.

The smart Amin originally wanted to continue asking about the funeral, but he always forced Sun Xiangyun to explain the matter clearly. But seeing her husband being distracted and acting as stupidly as a child, the anger suddenly turned into sympathy and intolerance.

So I thought, "Go ahead and ask that doctor. Don't tell me you want to ask. I want to go talk to that doctor."

In the final analysis, I just want to find someone to talk to, and that person is not my closest husband or wife.

Seems a little sad.