Crazy Psychologist

Mu Chun looked at Mu Xiao's face and the white sweater on her body under the light, and gradually felt dizzy. The style of this sweater is very simple, with fluffy white wool and gold thread-wrapped buttons that are particularly warm under the light.

"You still have my clothes?" Mu Xiao hesitated for a long time, not knowing how to speak, and finally managed to squeeze out a sentence.

Muchun pretended to be relaxed and said: "Isn't this normal? You are smiling."

The two of them sat on each side of the desk. Mu Chun, who was holding his cheek, was unconsciously drowsy. Even when Mu Xiao took the notebook away from him, Mu Chun didn't even notice. He waited for Mu Xiao to do so. After reading the notebook and frowning tightly, Mu Chun realized - Oops, I didn't want to tell Mu Xiao about this.

The contents recorded in the notebook were the cases that Mu Chun had reviewed before going to bed in the past few days. He had always kept in mind the professor's loss of taste. Although Professor Chu said lightly that he would go check it out the next day, but to this day, But there was no news at all.

There was no way to wait for the professor's test results, so Mu Chun could only collect and study various related cases and make preparations in advance.

Mu Xiao's face looked ugly. Even with the warm light shining on her face, it seemed to Mu Chun that Mu Xiao's face looked much worse than at any time tonight.

"What's wrong? I'm just studying some cases, it's just my daily job."

Muchun pretended to reach out casually to take back the notebook.

Mu Xiao stepped back a little, then closed the notebook and placed it on his knees.

"What's wrong with you? Xiaoxiao?" Muchun asked with concern.

"Who is sick?" Mu Xiao's serious tone carried irresistible power.

Muchun still didn't want to answer.

Fang Ming's snoring came from the bedroom and echoed in the empty living room. The shadow of the camphor tree swayed outside the window, reflecting a large black shadow on the side of the residential building opposite.

"Ding!"

The electronic clock struck one o'clock.

"If you're tired, go to sleep first. I'll tell you tomorrow morning."

"sleep?"

"Yeah, go to sleep. You sleep in the second bedroom and I sleep on the sofa."

"Why?" Mu Xiao asked.

Muchun was suddenly speechless, what? Why?

"I asked why." Mu Xiao looked at Mu Chun intently, and Mu Chun's face suddenly turned red like a young man.

"Well, how about I read until dawn and you go to bed early? I still have some cases to study."

From Mu Chungu's perspective, Mu Xiao's opinion was that he had just graduated from elementary school or not.

With a swipe, the notebook was placed on the table.

Mu Xiao shook her head and said, "I didn't tell you where to sleep. What I said was why you should hide it. You obviously have something on your mind, and someone must be sick."

"It's a female doctor's sixth sense. You know this kind of thing is unreliable. Xiaoxiao, thank you for your hard work tonight. Go to bed first."

"Don't put your girlfriend to bed just because you have nothing to do. You are a psychotherapist. You study so many diseases in other departments. What is the reason? Ordinary patients?"

"Ah, yes, just an ordinary patient."

Wait—girlfriend?

Mu Chun seemed to have seen an oasis in the desert or a lifeboat on the sea. He clapped his hands and stood up happily. He walked behind Mu Xiao, patted her on the shoulder and said, "I am just a patient, you know." Yes, I have a bad memory, but over the years I have been accustomed to writing down many details so that I won’t be afraid of forgetting them in the future.”

Mu Xiao shook her head coldly, "Mu Chun, you never lie. Do you want me to expose you?"

"I didn't lie. Everything I said was true. How could I lie to Mu Xiao? I'm crazy."

After saying that, Mu Chun ran to the kitchen in his slippers and heated up a glass of milk for Mu Xiao, "Drink it. If you don't go to bed so late, you won't have the energy to go to work tomorrow. Just drink the milk and go to bed."

"Why don't I go home and sleep? Why should I sleep here?"

"I"

Mu Chun was really confused at this time. He didn't think there was anything abnormal about this matter at all. It was not safe for Mu Xiao to go back by himself so late. Driving at one o'clock in the morning, a person's mental state is not good and it is easy for him to have trouble. traffic accident.

If Mu Xiao encounters some bad guys while parking the car, the security of this world will not be 100% without problems.

If there are strange people lurking in dark corners, Mu Xiao may be good at everything, but she is not a karate master or a taekwondo queen.

If he really met a bad person, Mu Xiao wouldn't be able to deal with it.

Besides, isn’t this home?

Thinking of this, Mu Chun found that his arm was being leaned on by Mu Xiao, so he turned sideways and patted Mu Xiao's shoulder gently, "I'm sorry for making you worry, Xiaoxiao."

"It's okay. If you don't want to tell me, I can probably guess what's going on." Mu Xiao's voice suddenly became very tired.

"You are so smart, nothing can be hidden from you."

"No, there is no such thing as being smart or not. Being able to understand something is firstly because you are familiar with that person, and secondly because you are familiar with his way of dealing with others and that person's behavior."

"Smile."

Before Mu Xiao finished speaking, Mu Chun interrupted her softly.

“Has my note-taking habit remained the same over the years?”

Muchun asked mockingly.

"No, how could there be no change? Are you kidding Dr. Mu? It's just that some things will not change, because you, me, Shihua, and other students back then all used the same method to record cases, unless , is there any special reason?”

Mu Xiao's answer was so convincing that Mu Chun had no way to refute it. He could only pick up the cup again and bring it to Mu Xiao's mouth, "Xiao Xiao, drink milk."

Mu Xiao wanted to laugh and cry, so she took the cup with a sob.

"You still keep this cup." Mu Xiao said deliberately.

"I don't know, everything should be unchanged. All traces, everything, I haven't thought of anything that needs to be changed. The curtains and tablecloths are a little faded at most, and the ceramic cups will not change much in ten years. Besides, it’s only been a few years, so maybe this dress is a bit outdated now?”

A smile appeared at the corner of Mu Chun's mouth. Finally, when he saw Mu Xiao quietly drinking milk from a red ceramic cup, he felt that the whole night had a moment that truly belonged to him.

"If you are a patient, you will definitely record the patient's basic information in your notes, such as gender, age, time of first onset of illness, even height and weight, as well as family members, work situation, social relationships, etc. These records are essential.

However, this notebook is densely written. There are no relevant information about the patient in more than thirty pages. There is no time of first onset of illness, no outpatient time, and no record of the first outpatient conversation. There is only one possibility to explain why. "