Crazy Psychologist

At eight o'clock in the morning on Saturday, Muchun finished his run, went home, changed into clothes that were suitable for a concert, and polished his black leather shoes. At this moment, Ding Jiajun called Muchun.

The voice on the other end of the phone was not Ding Jiajun's but Gong Hai's slightly excited voice.

"Dad, Dad, Uncle Seven and I have already arrived backstage. Don't be late. I won't see you until the show is over. However, you have a seat in the second row, right behind the judges' table. This position is where I am. You can see it when you go on stage.”

"Okay, okay, I've dressed up very handsome. I must be one of the most handsome people in the audience. Except for your uncle Seven, I can't compare to you."

At this point, Muchun heard Gong Hai whisper to Ding Jiajun on the other end of the phone: "Dad said you are more handsome than him."

"Haha, it's really against my will." Ding Jiajun complained straightforwardly, not afraid that Mu Chun would hear it.

At the end of the phone call, Gong Hai said to Muchun: "Dad, after the competition is over, we can go to the beach during the Chinese New Year. I'm really looking forward to it. For this trip and for my dad, I will definitely get the first place."

"Eh? Are you ready to take first place?" Mu Chun asked.

"As long as dad likes it, I will be number one. This is number one in my heart."

Muchun immediately responded: "Yes, yes, this is number one, just play according to your own wishes."

After the call ended, the staff of the event organizing committee reminded the family members and friends who accompanied the players to leave the backstage. Ding Jiajun patted Gong Hai on the shoulder, still a little worried, but Gong Hai confidently gave Ding Jiajun a victory sign. gesture, as if what was about to begin was his personal performance rather than a piano final filled with masters.

The more relaxed Gong Hai became, the more inexplicably nervous Ding Jiajun felt. After leaving the backstage, he called Muchun again. On the phone, he frankly said that his mood now was even more nervous than during the college entrance examination.

"Don't worry. It's my concern as a father to worry about. You, the great uncle, don't have to worry about it."

"Although I say that, this matter can be regarded as the trouble I caused for you. I'm afraid what will happen if Gong Hai's condition does not improve at all?"

…

Finally came the day of the finals of the Lechuan International Piano Competition. Mu Chun knew very well that today was not easy for Gong Hai. This difficulty did not only refer to whether he could get good results in the competition, but also the biggest difficulty. But once the game is over, Gong Hai's emotions may return to the state before the game started, or even return to missing his father, and return to endless sadness.

For nearly a month from the first preliminaries to the finals of the Lechuan International Piano Competition, Gong Hai has been in a relatively closed state. This closed state is a fixed structure in emotions, like putting a straw into Coke. In the can, every time you take a puff, the Coke will enter the straw, and the straw is a fixed structure for Coke.

This fixed structure is not permanent. It has a timeliness and will suddenly change at a certain point in time or due to the occurrence of a certain event.

For example, the cola that enters the mouth from the end of the straw becomes an irregular structure, and the fixed structure disappears.

Ding Jiajun's worry is not unreasonable, and his feeling is also very accurate. This is what Mu Chun has always been worried about. Once the final is over, will Gong Hai's emotions that have been fixed in the straw during this period also reach the point of change? .

Muchun put his hands in the pockets of his dark gray coat and walked through the security check into the concert hall worriedly.

Many spectators in the hall were taking photos, and some were discussing their children's next study plans. Some parents planned to let their children compete in the Music Affiliated Elementary School around the sea, and then a very bright-looking straight path started from the Music Affiliated Elementary School. From the Music High School to the Luohai Conservatory of Music, things seemed to be going smoothly and logically.

There are also some parents who think that the annual competition in the Luohai Music Affiliated Primary School is too fierce, so they should just find some famous performers or music conservatory professors to teach their children one-on-one piano lessons, and then go directly to the conservatory of music when they are older.

Parents seem to have very good plans for their children's piano learning career. Some parents also said that the domestic music atmosphere is not particularly good, and there are many, many performances around the sea. From an international perspective, a city's music scene throughout the year There are only a handful of performances that have reached the number and high standards of Luo Hai, but when it comes to the future path of children learning piano, whether they can truly enter the circle of musicians in the future, they still have to strive to go to the Juilliard School of Music or Berklee College of Music. Schools like the Academy.

While Mu Chun was listening to the parents around him talk about the "musician route" they had planned for their children, Mu Chun heard someone behind him say hello to him, "Doctor Mu Chun."

Hearing the sound, he turned around and saw that it was Bai Lu standing one meter away.

The makeup is simple but elegant, the dress and sherpa jacket are both dignified and cute. The most important thing is, from Mu Chun's point of view, Bai Lu seems to be in good spirits today, and her whole mood is particularly calm.

"Doctor Muchun?"

Without waiting for Muchun's response, Bai Lu said hello again.

"Ah, is Teacher Bai Lu here to see Gong Hai's performance?" Mu Chun asked.

Bai Lu raised the corners of her mouth and smiled shyly, "Does Dr. Muchun raise roundworms in other people's stomachs? I can't hide anything from you."

Muchun smiled and touched the hair that he had spent three minutes taking care of in the morning, and laughed at himself: "I'm just guessing. It's probably because my son is curious about it. He always thinks that others come just to see him, hehe."

puff! No, Bai Lu thought to herself, this is really treating her as a father and an addict. But what he said was true. Bai Lu really came to see Gong Hai perform, and also to say thank you to Muchun.

"Well, Dr. Muchun, I should be able to confirm one thing. I was drunk on Thursday night, and then you showed up, right? And sent me home? In addition to coming to watch Gong Hai's game, there was also One reason is I wanted to come here and meet you and thank you for sending me home on Thursday.”

Mu Chun replied calmly, "It's okay, it just happened to happen on Thursday. I accompanied a colleague to sit there for a while, and happened to see Teacher Bai Lu drunk alone, so I sent Teacher Bai Lu home. "

Bai Lu looked at Muchun in confusion. Her heart was beating erratically and her cheeks were slightly red. She hesitated and finally said, "So that's it. I don't know." At this point, Bai Lu still stopped, her hands wondering. Where should they be placed and intertwined.

"No." Muchun replied decisively.