Crazy Psychologist

"Can you please keep your mouth shut? Who gave you the right to beat and scold minor children in public?"

Luo Yang couldn't stand it anymore, so he stood in front of Muchun and looked at the young mother. Seeing that although she was still irritable, she no longer scolded the child, so Luo Yang just glared at her to stop her nagging.

"Uncle, don't blame my mother, it's my fault." The boy sensibly took his mother's hand and bowed to Luo Yang to apologize.

When the child said this, Luo Yang was helpless and said calmly to the child: "It's okay, it's okay. I'll just come to the concert again later."

When leaving the hall, the boy turned around and waved to Mu Chun from time to time. Mu Chun also smiled and waved to the boy. Luo Yang asked curiously: "Why do you suddenly have such a good relationship with this kid?"

"I don't know either. My children have always had a better relationship." Muchun put his hands in his pockets, worried.

"What's going on with that child? I've never seen such a strange thing, quacking like a duck." Luo Yang asked curiously.

"Duck?" Muchun couldn't help but frown, "What duck?"

"It's that quacking sound. Doesn't it sound like a duck?" Luo Yang was puzzled. He really felt that he had seen something new today. "Do you have some strange disease? Is it the same as Pan Guangshen?"

"It's different!" Muchun said seriously.

Luo Yang walked back to the concert hall in confusion. Bai Lu and Ding Jiajun also saw that Mu Chun had a deep expression and were reluctant to ask more questions. They just felt that Dr. Mu, who was not usually a serious person, looked particularly serious at this moment.

I'm a little afraid to talk to him!

Ding Jiajun winked at Bai Lu, and Bai Lu understood it without asking a word.

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The performance of the players in the second half was also exceptionally good, but Muchun's mind was always thinking about the little boy he met just now. It was obvious that the mother didn't know what was going on with the child, and probably thought it was due to bad conduct or insufficient upbringing.

Muchun's preliminary analysis revealed that things were not that simple at all.

First of all, the sound that Luo Yang said was a duck's quacking was definitely not made intentionally by the boy.

Secondly, the mother's repeated attempts to get the boy to stop this behavior through scolding and criticism shows that the mother does not know that the child's situation is beyond her own control.

Finally, the more the child was criticized and beaten, the more frequent the child's weird behavior became, and it slowly slowed down after adjusting his breathing.

This means that the more agitated the child is, the more severe the symptoms will be. Does this symptom look too much like tics?

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With the end of the last piece, this Lechuan International Piano Competition also came to an end. The audience left the concert hall in an orderly manner, and some family members and friends of the contestants stood beside the stage to take photos while the lights were still bright.

When Muchun walked to the hall, he saw Gong Haizheng chatting with Princess Yacang and Luo Xianshan. He also took out his mobile phone and took several photos together.

Seeing Mu Chun approaching, Gong Hai jumped in front of Mu Chun, stretched out his arms and hugged Mu Chun tightly, as if he was not afraid that his brand new suit would be wrinkled.

"Dad, my performance was great, wasn't it?" Gong Hai squinted his eyes happily, with a clear smile that shone with the brilliance of a young man.

"It's great, it's great. Gong Hai is number one in dad's heart, number one in dad's heart." Mu Chun rubbed Gong Hai's face and helped him put on the scarf.

"By the way, Dad, I would like to invite Twinkle and Princess Yacang to go home for dinner, okay?"

Gong Hai took Muchun's arm and shook it back and forth.

"Okay, okay. Let's go home for dinner." Mu Chun said while looking at Ding Jiajun, who shrugged his shoulders with an expression that was half-smiling.

On the other side, Luo Yang pushed Muchun's shoulder, "I didn't expect that your son is so old. I also wanted to let the two children get to know each other. Who knew they would become very familiar with each other by themselves."

"Hehe." Muchun forced a smile.

Since Yacang had to accompany her mother to a relative's house for lunch, she could only say regretfully that we would have dinner together next time, so Mu Chun and his party were divided into two cars. Luo Yang took Shanshan and Bai Lu, and Ding Jiajun took Gong Hai and Mu Chun. Ding Jiajun asked Muchun on the way, "Does Mr. Luo know how to get to your house?"

Muchun nodded, "I just told him."

After returning home, the two children started playing next to the piano. Luo Yang looked at the photos on the piano for a while and felt something was wrong. This is not the father of this child.

Bai Lu saw Luo Yang's doubts, called him to the balcony, and told Luo Yang about Muchun pretending to be his father in order to help Gong Hai. The more Luo Yang listened, the wider his mouth opened, and his round eyes There is even more incredible suspicion.

"Is that okay? Then I can't call him Muchun. Should I be more careful in front of the child?" Luo Yang asked cautiously.

Bai Lu nodded, "It's really not easy for Mu Chun. How old is he? He has to pretend to be the father of such a big child."

Luo Yang turned around and looked at Mu Chun who was sitting on the sofa and flipping through the picture album through the glass window of the balcony. He thought to himself, that's just right. It seems like today is a good time to practice "drama therapy".

No wonder Dr. Mu came up with the treatment method of letting Pan Guangshen play the role of a prison guard. It turns out he has rich experience.

After thanking Bai Lu for his knowledge, Luo Yang and Bai Lu walked back to the living room one after another. Suddenly, Shining saw a violin hanging on the wall, so he asked Gong Hai, "Can you lend me this violin?"

violin?

Gong Hai's expression immediately became thin and hollow. The midday sun climbed from the balcony to the living room. The left half of Gong Hai's body was in the sun and the right half was in the shadow. The whole person looked shaky.

"Gong Hai?" Shining turned his back to Gong Hai and naturally found nothing. What interested him was the violin hanging on the wall.

The air condensed, blocking the entire 20-square-meter space in the living room like a rock.

Ding Jiajun carefully raised his hand and touched Muchun. Seeing that he didn't speak, Ding Jiajun didn't know what to do.

This moment should come sooner or later. Has this moment arrived now?

What sadness follows those empty eyes?

Ding Jiajun couldn't imagine it.

He remembered, he remembered everything, he remembered that when he first met Gong Hai more than a month ago, his sadness made everyone burst into tears. No one knew how to comfort a boy who had lost his father. No one knew what words to use. What kind of sympathy? No, sympathy is inappropriate. Sympathy cannot reduce the sorrow by half, and sympathy cannot change any facts.

All of this suddenly changed because of the appearance of Mu Chun, but this change, the happiness in this month, seemed to be stolen from the bottom of Satan's bowl, when the sun sets, when the music stops, or It's just a simple matter of opening the door and walking into the room.