Crazy Psychologist

That's right, pianos, treadmills, refrigerators, expensive coffee machines, clinics that smell of high-end coffee beans, soft and elastic floors, and even the high heels loved by slim women don't have to worry about their ankles getting wet.

The cicadas chirp incessantly. Only the author's woman in the clinic could not calm down. Inexplicable feelings intertwined in my heart, like the colorful shrubs covering the eaves of a summer wall.

It is difficult to use simple words to describe the woman's mood at that moment. Perhaps what you can find after racking your brains is the word joy.

Yes, it is clearly my joy, my clear joy, like the chirping of birds in the morning and the red leaves in the maple forest, supporting the dazzling beauty of summer. It is a pity that this lively overflow cannot be expressed to outsiders. So there is the uneasiness and irritability of the family, dissatisfaction and urging of oneself, urging to come to the hospital for treatment, urging to find a doctor, urging an outsider who knows nothing to help one.

The euphemistic name is for her own good.

Getting married is for her own good, going to graduate school is for her own good, and agreeing to a blind date plan with relatives and friends is also for her own good. She can make her own decisions about her life, but does she need others to dictate her feelings, especially when she is told openly and secretly not to? Being deceived, bad men are everywhere nowadays, and good men are the blind dates introduced by them.

In short, she is an emotional loser, an incompetent person who must rely on others to get a bit of luxurious joy.

When it comes to love, Zhang Yueyue just doesn't deserve it in the eyes of others.

These people were all wrong, very wrong. Not only was she not as miserable as others thought, she was not a woman who could not be loved.

Not only being loved by others, but also not being loved by an ordinary person, nor being loved by an ordinary person, she was being deeply loved by an extraordinary person.

She didn't say these things because she had promised. This was a contract. Since she had promised, she would never say it out loud.

Although she wanted to share this joy with others countless times, it was just the moonlight falling in front of her window that only she could see.

In the middle of the night, with the slightest noise swirling around my ears, it is the rippling of first love, love.

There is no doubt that this doctor cannot get even a few words from her, just a casual chat, don't expect to hear about her love, it is absolutely impossible.

"Are you in love?" Mu Chun suddenly said, causing Zhang Yueyue's cheeks to turn red immediately. She had never been told what was in her heart like this in her life. She was so shocked that she didn't know what to say at all. He was wide-eyed and didn't know where to put his hands. The hands on his body seemed to belong to someone else. He completely lost his normal perception and his whole body was in chaos like an ant being stimulated.

What kind of feeling is this? This doctor obviously just said it casually. Why should he take his words to heart and pretend not to hear it? Just do it like this.

The wandering eyes, slightly trembling lips, chapped and hot, making Zhang Yueyue want to escape.

This... is simply a bastard, a guy who messes up other people's minds with all his clothes and clothes. Is this the mind-body department? No matter what the disease is, the people who come here are probably people with brain problems. For example, depression and Alzheimer's disease, which have been a hot topic in society recently, have nothing to do with me.

Zhang Yueyue was angry, but couldn't come up with a solution. Her mind was in a mess and she couldn't speak.

Mu Chun dragged his cheeks and said with a smile: "How about the other party? He is very good. He must be handsome, talented, majestic, rich and talented. He is simply the kind of boy that everyone wants. What I said That’s right, I’m simply envious, even a man like me is envious.”

"What are you talking about?" His cheeks were so hot that he felt so uncomfortable.

"You must like him very much."

"Why do you say you are in love? How can you tell?" Zhang Yueyue tried to use questions to cover up her inner turmoil.

"Eh? You told me right." Mu Chun pretended to be innocent. He looked very innocent indeed. He shrugged and spread his hands, "If you hadn't told me, how would I have known about it."

"Joke, isn't this even more ridiculous? What have I said to you since I came in? Don't I even have this memory?"

"Well... that's what you said." Muchun refused, and Zhang Yueyue thought of scoundrels. Only scoundrels talk like this.

"Did I make a mistake? Then I won't say it anymore. I really want to hear that legendary love story. I've been writing a love novel recently... ah..." While mumbling, Mu Chun suddenly fell asleep in front of Zhang Yueyue. .

She was the only one left in the clinic, and she became even more restless, feeling a mixture of loss and offense. She thought of her mobile phone. If only this would allow her to look at her mobile phone and say a word to that person, she immediately You can calm down and immediately find a reasonable direction to deal with the questions raised by the doctor.

"Doctor, where are you?" Zhang Yueyue whispered.

"I'm writing a love novel." Mu Chun said and started writing on the white printing paper with the pen in his hand. Regardless of Zhang Yueyue still sitting opposite, completely immersed in his creation, Zhang Yueyue became more and more curious. This doctor Mysterious and weird, what on earth is it writing about?

How can a doctor write romance novels? Is the mind-body department so leisurely? Is it because there are not many patients that they advertise everywhere to invite patients to come here?

"Ah, how do you describe the feeling of falling in love? Sweetness? Helplessness? Worry?"

"Sweet... sweet," Zhang Yueyue replied involuntarily.

"What if it's a strange love? Is it sweet or annoying?" Muchun asked again.

"This... what is a strange love, so it's trouble?"

"You were talking about sweetness just now." Mu Chun looked angry. Zhang Yueyue frowned and changed her words, "You didn't talk about strange love just now."

"But I just said it was strange, and I didn't say it was an unhappy love."

Under the pursuit of Muchun's gaze, Zhang Yueyue no longer dared to look at the doctor in front of her. Like a person who had done something wrong, she unknowingly lowered her eyes, and her eyes fell on the refrigerator and coffee machine in an unorganized manner.

"So you've never been in love. It's a waste to ask you. You don't understand at all."

Muchun scratched his head, looking very disappointed, "It would be great if someone could tell me what it feels like to be in love. This novel of mine would be perfect."

"Doctor, don't you just ask patients one by one? Is it appropriate to ask others about their love affairs?"

"Isn't love something you want to share? Why don't you tell me about your love?"