Crazy Psychologist

"Love, what exactly is it?"

People who are lovelorn suddenly think like philosophers about some questions that have no answers at all, and Song Weixin is the same.

His eyes were staring out the window aimlessly, and a murmur echoed in the corner of his weak mouth, "What on earth is love?"

"It's like a moth flying into the flame, risking his own life." Mu Chunyou replied leisurely, as if he was talking, and it seemed that the sound was simply the wind outside the wall floating into the clinic room.

"Love, what kind of existence is it?"

"It's about abandoning everything and traveling across the ocean."

"Hey, is there anything wrong with this kind of love?"

"No."

"Then - why can't I let go? I feel like I have no strength at all."

"There is an old man downstairs who has difficulty with his legs and feet. The hospital is short of nursing staff. Do you want to stay and help?"

Song Weixin was stunned and looked at Muchun with his eyes blinking, "Doctor! Am I hallucinating?"

"Some people who have lost their love will experience the stage of drama possession. You must be one of those possessed by drama now."

"Is this what a doctor should say?"

"A dime, I only charged a dime." Mu Chun calmly lay down on the chair. He didn't know when he took out a piece of paper, briefly drew a few lines, and handed it to Song Weixin.

"What's this?"

"A table of gains and losses in broken love."

The white paper Song Weixin got was folded into two columns. The top of the left column said "gain" and the top of the right column said "lost".

"Try filling out this form completely."

The black ink pen swayed between Mu Chun's two fingers, spinning out a black disk. The color of the disk gradually faded, and finally a rainbow seemed to appear. Unlike the rainbow in the sky after the rain, this rainbow was a complete circle.

Song Weixin stared blankly at Munchun's hands, his back hunched, his face still tired. Muchun didn't rush her, as if he had endless time to spend with the man in front of him who almost committed suicide due to a broken love.

Song Weixin didn't know how long he was stunned. He only felt as if his vitality had not existed in the past few minutes. "Ah, doctor, what did you just say?"

Holding the paper in his hand, he checked with the doctor again in despair, "Do you want me to finish writing this form?"

"Well, finish writing it, here's the pen."

"Ah, thank you."

It was like taking an exam, except that there were no questions on the test paper, only two completely open blank columns. Song Weixin stared at the blank paper blankly, like a student who went to the exam room without reviewing.

When he was in a relationship, his mind was also filled with colorful thoughts, all kinds of longings for the future and expectations for a better life now.

The road around me is flat and soft, the sky outside the car window is brilliant, and the air is filled with the fragrance of citrus and lemongrass. Everything is the beginning of love.

At that time, no one would think of losing. What they think about, what they hope for, what they see with their eyes and hear with their ears are all possessions, the fragrant fruits, the evening soaked in honey, and the sky where fish swim.

Up to now, the bamboo basket has been empty, things have changed, but after just a few meetings, sadness and happiness alternate. Song Weixin looked at the paper and the pen, unable to think of a single word.

"I don't know how to write it. I don't feel like I've gained anything. How can I gain anything?"

"Then start with what you lost first, and write down what you feel you have lost first."

"Is this kind of photo really useful?" Song Weixin asked doubtfully.

"It may not be useful, but everyone who has lost love can try to understand what they have lost. Following this question, they should also imagine what they have gained when they have lost love."

"Lesson!" Unexpectedly, Song Weixin suddenly spoke, "What I learned is a lesson, a complete lesson."

"Very good, write it down. Can you write these two words?"

"Why are you so hurtful? Who can't write the word 'lesson'?"

He picked up his pen and scrawled the word "lesson" on the paper. He held his chin and continued to meditate. Mu Chun did not speak, as if he was hiding in the corner of time and became a plant on the desk, wall and corner.

"There is still a future, I have lost the future, and there is still money, I have no money."

"Write it down."

Song Weixin wrote the word "future" on the paper again.

"What kind of future is lost? It's your and her future, right?" Mu Chun asked.

She pondered and suddenly realized, "Yes, the future between me and her, which was originally a good future, was destroyed the moment we broke up."

Muchun nodded and asked, "What about your future?"

"Mine? What else do I have -" mid-sentence, the words were swallowed up by the air. Wilson Song shook his head and admitted unwillingly, "So what we lost after breaking up was only the future between me and her, not my future?"

"Ah, I didn't say that."

"But that's what you mean. Doctor Muchun, if you speak more seriously, wouldn't it make people feel better?"

The doctor who spoke in an unserious manner shook his head and said very well, "I am quite serious. After all, falling out of love is a major event in life, as important as meeting your lover. I am treating your lovelorn patient very seriously, and the progress is going well."

"Really? I'm very talented, right? Do I know how to get over a broken relationship?"

Muchun is confused, and there are all kinds of patients. Faced with lovelorn, everyone's thoughts are not exactly the same, but the commonalities are obvious.

Binding one's own emotions to the matter of breaking up, one's own perception of the future does not know when it will be replaced by the future of two people. Intuitively, falling out of love is a huge loss, losing energy, property and feelings. Faced with falling out of love, There is no way for human beings to gain anything.

As long as you calm down and peel off these concepts that are quietly replaced in love, you will find that in fact, falling out of love is an important lesson in life, and it is a rare experience for a person to face himself and grow rapidly as an adult.

Living it up in a hazy state is one way, and spending it scientifically is also an option worth trying.

Muchun poured a cup of coffee and turned to look at the broken love test paper. A few simple words appeared in the "obtain" column. Song Weixin wrote "freedom", "lang" and "save money".

"What does wave mean?" Mu Chun pretended to be confused.

"What do you mean by "lang"? All men know it. Doctors don't want to indulge in the world." A wicked smile appeared on Song Weixin's lips.

"I probably understand a little bit about what it means to save money."

"You must understand that Dr. Mu cares about money very much. I was thinking just now that falling in love actually costs money. It's not that this woman always has to buy gifts or something. You know, it's just the money on the road. There is also gas money, accommodation and other expenses. In fact, I am a very stingy person. I usually like to save money but don't like to spend money. When watching movies, it is best to find pirated copies. But when it comes to love, you can't say that girls should do everything with this. I'm just as frugal, right, so what do people want from me?"

"In this way, it is definitely considered as 'obtaining'. For people who are reluctant to spend money, spending money is really uncomfortable."

"Hey, the doctor must be a member of the same profession." Song Weixin sighed and thought to himself, this doctor must be more reluctant to spend money than him. I don't know how awkward it would be for him to fall in love. Thinking of this, the smile on the corner of his mouth became more lively. .