Crazy Psychologist

At ten thirty in the morning, Zhang Mei returned to the law office. It was a rare day without having to deal with cases. Zhang Mei was sitting in the office and wanted to take a rest, but suddenly she remembered that Muchun wanted to buy a drum.

It's really a lingering feeling. It seems like it was just said casually, why should I keep it in mind like this?

After Zhang Mei complained in his mind for a minute, he opened the employee system and called his assistant into the office.

"I remember you said during the interview that you formed a band in college, right?" Zhang Mei has always had a good memory. Assistant Zhang Ye has been at the law firm for two years, and Zhang Mei still remembers what he said during the interview.

Zhang Ye was also a little surprised, thinking that he rarely mentioned the band in the company, how could his boss know about it?

Surprised and afraid of saying something wrong, Zhang Ye nodded. In front of Zhang Mei, a thirty-year-old man was like a young boy who had just entered college.

"Why are you nervous? Do I look fierce?" Zhang Mei asked.

When Zhang Ye heard this, he felt something was wrong and said quickly: "No, I just didn't react suddenly. To be honest, after coming to work here, in order to adapt to the work rhythm as soon as possible, I can take over the case alone as soon as possible. Many hobbies and interests are due to Time is limited and I gave up. So when I heard what you said just now, I was a little surprised, but I didn’t expect Lawyer Zhang to still remember it."

"I see." Zhang Mei nodded, thinking that although he was a bit strict with his employees on weekdays, it wouldn't make people feel evil.

Getting back to the topic, Zhang Mei asked again, "Do you know anything about drums? They are the kind of drums used by bands."

"You mean the drum set?" Zhang Ye said.

"Yes, the drum set is the kind that looks like it has a lot of stuff and is very troublesome to carry."

Zhang Ye smiled shyly. He didn't want to appear proficient in drums in front of Zhang Mei. Although he was a guitarist rather than a drummer when he played in the band in college, he still knew the drums very well.

In the band, the drummer seems to be the most inconspicuous one, except for the handsome ones, but the drummer is also the most important one.

If a band is compared to a person, then the drummer is equivalent to the human skeleton. When he is absolutely right, the audience will not find anything particularly surprising, because the audience may pay more attention to the melody of guitars and keyboards. It is an instrument that expresses flesh and blood, but once the drummer makes a mistake, the audience will immediately notice that something is wrong. Most people can immediately detect a particularly dissonant feeling.

The guitar and bass may be a little mixed, the chords may be a little bit wrong, and maybe they will get through in a live performance, but if the drummer makes a mistake, it is really like a problem with the entire human skeleton, any misalignment or suddenness It is very difficult to get through with a broken bone.

"I wonder what lawyer Zhang wants to know?" Zhang Ye asked respectfully.

Zhang Mei originally wanted to ask Zhang Ye to match the style on Muchun's drawing and send it directly to the hospital, but now she suddenly changed her mind.

In the past, when Muchun wanted to buy something, Zhang Mei wasn't too curious.

Coffee machines, refrigerators, treadmills, Zhang Meiduo can understand these things, but Mu Chunma probably wants a better office environment, wants to drink good coffee at work, and also wants to exercise during work hours.

These are not that big of a deal.

According to Zhang Mei, a better coffee machine in the Department of Mind and Body can also allow Chu Sisi to drink decent coffee. The treadmill is more important to Chu Sisi. Most of the doctor's work involves sitting. If you don't pay attention to your body shape, your body shape will soon get out of shape, so Mu Chun is right. Placing the treadmill in the Department of Psychosomatics will also encourage Dr. Chu to exercise more.

Zhang Mei, who was worried that her daughter would focus on studying and neglecting exercise, would naturally not refuse Mu Chun's request to buy a treadmill in order to save money.

But Muchun's requests have never stopped, and they tend to become more and more unreasonable, such as the piano.

He didn't know what he wanted the piano for. Zhang Mei originally wanted to ask Mu Chun about this, but it was always easy to get carried away when talking to Mu Chun, and he would forget about it in a flash.

Now that it's okay, Zhang Mei is even more puzzled by the need for a drum set in addition to the piano.

Is this a hospital clinic or a music classroom?

Seeing that Zhang Ye was still a little nervous, Zhang Mei asked another secretary to make two cups of coffee and deliver them to the office, and then asked Zhang Ye to sit down and talk.

"Can adults still learn this kind of drum?" Zhang Mei asked.

"Of course you can, but just like many musical instruments, such as piano, violin, etc., it is better to start learning them earlier. It is naturally possible for adults to learn musical instruments, but it will be difficult to achieve particularly good results in the field of music. Some."

"It should be a lot more difficult."

Zhang Mei smiled slightly, and the atmosphere in the office slowly relaxed.

“Have you ever seen an adult learn the drums?”

"Of course I have seen it." Zhang Ye replied confidently.

He thought of his college classmate, that guy was definitely an inspirational model.

"What's the point of adults learning this kind of thing? Just to form a band?" Zhang Mei took the coffee, held it in his hand, and asked a few more questions casually.

Zhang Ye's answer made Zhang Mei a little confused. Zhang Ye said to Zhang Mei happily, "It makes sense. The drummer in their band started learning drums in the third year of high school. It is a very inspiring story. The drummer had a strange habit. "

"Habit?" Zhang Mei was a little curious.

"Well, you've certainly never seen anyone like that."

Hearing what the assistant said, Zhang Mei laughed again. She wanted to say, "This is really a joke. Lawyers are a profession that deals with all kinds of people. Maybe everyone only sees the current Zhang Mei, who seems to have been working for some rich people. Rich big companies provide legal services, so she thinks her world is just for some rich people.

In fact, Zhang Mei was exposed to various cases when she was young, especially when she just graduated from university. She has been working as a public interest lawyer, asking for wages for migrant workers, helping rural women who were deeply involved in domestic violence divorce their husbands, and various other cases. All kinds of cases where attorney fees are not available and are time-consuming and laborious.

Zhang Mei also grew up bit by bit, slowly growing up in the process of accumulating experience and contributing to society.

To say that she has met so few people is really a joke. "

Of course, Zhang Mei would not discuss this kind of thing with a young assistant.

So, she took a sip of coffee, and then followed the assistant's words and said, "What kind of person can you describe?"

Zhang Ye recalled his classmates in his mind, and then told Zhang Mei his inspirational story. There was no embellishing in the process. In Zhang Ye's opinion, this person's story really did not need any additional embellishing.

"You mean he was originally ill?" Zhang Mei frowned after hearing this.

The assistant said: "Yes, I get very nervous from time to time. This classmate of mine is tall and handsome, but he has a problem. He is the only one I have ever seen in my life. .”

"You just often shake your body?" Zhang Mei imagined in her mind the way she would shake her body when talking. In her imagination, it was probably the same as shaking her legs when talking.

The assistant was afraid that Zhang Mei would not understand, so he imitated his classmates and shook his shoulders a few times, and also tilted his mouth a few times, looking twitchy.

"Isn't this a convulsion? Or a convulsion or something?"

Zhang Mei actually didn't understand what the symptoms corresponding to these words looked like. She just thought of these words and felt that they were more suitable to describe the assistant's actions just now.

"No, it's not a convulsion or a convulsion, but it's more like a convulsion. But his consciousness is awake, and these weird movements have not affected his IQ. This guy's IQ is not low, especially his ability to pick up musical scores. sharp."

The assistant was worried that Zhang Mei wouldn't understand what "picking up the score" was about, and explained a little bit that when he heard a song, such as "Young and Promising", he could immediately write down the score. Basically, listening to it once or twice was enough. .

"This is a bit awesome. I know how to pick up music scores, but it's probably easier for pop music. It might not be so easy for classical music."

The assistant shook his head and said frankly that he didn't understand classical music and that he was just a music lover who played pop music and folk guitar.

"Wouldn't such a person have problems during performances? He twitches like this from time to time. Isn't it ADHD or something like that?"

"ADHD?" Zhang Ye didn't quite understand the word.

Zhang Mei also heard about this disease from Chu Xiaofeng. He said that many children were criticized by teachers at school, saying that they had poor study habits and bad behavioral habits. In fact, the children could not be blamed. They did not have poor study habits. There is nothing they can do if their behavioral habits are not well developed, because ADHD is a symptom related to physiology. Even if you tie your children to a chair, they will still move around.

It felt like there were countless invisible insects crawling all over my body.

"But he is not sick. We have a very good relationship. I also asked him about it. He said that he went to see a doctor when he was a child. He took countless medicines and was laughed at by his classmates. Later, the medicines did not help, so he simply stopped. have eaten."

"Wouldn't it affect the performance?" Zhang Mei was very concerned about this.

"Absolutely not." Zhang Ye denied decisively, and then said: "This is what I think is particularly inspiring about him. He learned and practiced drums day and night, very diligently. He only started learning in his senior year of high school and already in his sophomore year. It’s very powerful, and the most amazing thing is that he doesn’t have any of these weird symptoms when he plays the drums.”

"Not at all? As long as you play the drums, you won't - twitch?" Zhang Mei found this a bit incredible.

Zhang Ye nodded with certainty, "If you don't believe it, I can show you the video."

"Do you still have a video?" Zhang Mei thought it would not waste time to watch it. She really wanted to see how a person with ADHD could play the drums without any abnormalities.

Zhang Ye opened Station B and quickly found a video of a performance in college. He found a video of more than two minutes. After the progress bar reached a close-up of the drummer, the assistant pressed the pause button and then handed the phone to Zhang Mei. .

The boy in the picture is wearing wide white short-sleeves, his hair is slightly curly, and it looks like it has a naturally curly look. The drum sticks are waving alternately, and the drummer is fully focused, completely immersed in the performance, and there is no incongruity at all. .

"I really can't see anything wrong." Zhang Mei returned the phone to the assistant.

"Yes, he himself would say it's magical, and then he would say that God will always give you a special view if he opens the wrong window."

"This is indeed a good word, and it is also very suitable to apply to himself." Zhang Mei said with appreciation.

"We speculate that this may be related to rhythm. You know, some singers dance while singing. They may have the same problem as my classmates. Their bodies just like to move uncontrollably."

"Sounds like this is a talent?" Zhang Mei said to himself.

"Maybe so. What is not good for most people may be a gift from God for some people. Anyway, I think my classmate is really inspirational."

After Zhang Ye finished speaking, he finished drinking the coffee.

The March spring light was dazzling outside the window behind Zhang Mei. Zhang Mei turned around in her chair and looked out the window, her shoulders shaking slightly.

She tried to experience this uncontrollable body movement and found that it was not easy to imitate.

After entrusting Zhang Ye to pick out a set of drums and deliver them to the Psychosomatic Department of Huayuanqiao Community Health Center, Zhang Mei looked at the camphor trees and begonias blooming gracefully in the spring sunshine outside the window.

At this time, she suddenly thought, could Muchun be treating patients?

Would he really think of buying a drum set to treat a patient?

Is there anyone else in the world who treats doctors like this?

Zhang Mei found it incredible, but the slightly raised corners of her mouth were vaguely reflected on the window.

If buying a drum set is related to treating patients, is the piano also for treating patients?

While he was thinking about it, the phone in Zhang Mei's office suddenly rang.

She picked up the phone and put it to her ear. Before she could speak, she heard crying on the other end of the phone.

Zhang Mei found that she couldn't speak at all for a while. The other party only cried and didn't seem to want to listen to what she had to say.

So Zhang Mei used the employee system to ask, "Who transferred the call to my office just now?"

On weekdays, calls transferred to Zhang Mei's office are usually received and investigated by at least two assistants.

As long as Zhang Mei asks in the system, someone will send Zhang Mei the previous communication records.

She patiently looked at the white ceramic alarm clock on the table. Fifteen seconds after the golden hands passed by, Zhang Mei asked again. The two assistants simultaneously sent messages saying that they did not know the content of the call and were investigating.

"Lawyer Zhang, it's me."

At this moment, the person on the other end of the phone finally stopped crying and spoke clearly.

"Who are you?" Zhang Mei felt that the voice sounded familiar.

But this sense of familiarity seemed very far away, like a sour plum in the past. Zhang Mei had a good memory. Following this sour taste, she quickly found a clue.