Crazy Psychologist

Chapter 28 Hobbies
"For example, if someone doesn't brush their teeth or wash their face when they wake up in the morning, they have to start writing with bad breath. So what readers see are the works written by the author with a sense of getting up."

"Are you talking about Balzac or Hemingway, many writers like to work in the morning."

"Balzac was a coffee figurehead with a big heart, and it would be fitting to call him the author of the world's favorite coffee."

Liu Yun smiled helplessly, "It's okay to like coffee, but Balzac drank too much. It is said that he drank [-] cups of coffee in his life, and he drinks [-] cups a day."

"Looks like you don't have a penchant for writing coffee."

Mu Chun said more and more vigorously.

"I don't, I drink at most one coffee a day."

"After Hemingway changed his wife, his inspiration always exploded, and he liked to write in the morning before his wife woke up. Who knows if he has brushed his teeth, washed his face, etc. It is said that when he and his new wife were in Paris at the time Renting in a very cold house, I can only go to bed early every day to warm each other. Hemingway likes that attic, saying that he always has a clear head in the morning.

This guy is a tough guy, he writes standing up. "

Liu Yun liked Hemingway very much, and when Mu Chun mentioned Hemingway, he became interested.

"He also likes to keep ten sharpened pencils on the table so he can write smoothly."

Mu Chun pouted, "I remember twenty."

"It's ten. You can go and look through the "Flowing Feast"."

"That's what I read from The Flowing Feast. You remember it wrong."

Liu Yun was very confident, how could he remember this question wrongly.Since the other party was a doctor, Liu Yun had no choice but not to argue.

"Cortazar likes cats, and there are too many writers who like cats. One study says that writers who like cats are more likely to become famous than writers who like dogs."

It seems that the doctor knows a lot.

"He does like to play cats."

In fact, Liu Yun doesn't know Cortazar very well, but he doesn't want to show that he doesn't know. As a writer, it can't be said that he doesn't know some well-known authors.

Well-read is an excellent quality.

"Rousseau loved the heat. He was bare-headed and sweating profusely. He sat in the scorching sun, worked hard to create, and enjoyed the thrill of the heat wave."

Mu Chun's endorsement, the more he talked, the more excited he became.

"But Bossuet loves the cold. He often wears a coat, tucks his head into a suede cap, and insists on working in a room like an ice cellar."

"It's amazing, it really is erudite and talented."

Liu Yun was a little proud, and spread his hands, as if to say, this is nothing, it just happens to be more familiar.

"Wolf also likes to write standing up, and that who, the author of "Angel Looking Hometown"."

"Angel Looking at Hometown", bad, this book is so famous, Liu Yun suddenly forgot who the author of this book was.

Although the doctor also looked embarrassed and couldn't remember what he looked like after racking his brains, it was normal that he couldn't remember it, but it would be too embarrassing if he couldn't remember it himself.

The more anxious, the more I can't remember, the writer who clearly wants to come out, but can't say anything.

"His editor was Hemingway and Fitzgerald's."

"Speaking of, Fitzgerald, "The Great Gatsby" is a masterpiece, isn't Hemingway ashamed of himself?"

"Do you mean that Hemingway committed suicide because he wrote The Great Gatsby so well?"

"Of course not. Hemingway was a tough guy, and I think it was definitely the fault of the shotgun for his death. How could that shotgun be sitting there."

"Looks like you really like Hemingway."

"Of course. Idol."

Mu Chun crossed his hands fascinatedly, with a look of admiration.

"The author, have you come up with it?"

Liu Yun's neck was flushed red, too bad, he hadn't figured it out yet.

Fortunately, Chu Sisi interrupted at this time: "I have to go for an inspection. If I don't go, I can't do anything in the morning. If I can't finish it in the afternoon, I will have to queue up again tomorrow."

"No, I don't have time to come out tomorrow, so I can only finish it today."

"Come on, then. If you have anything to talk about, let's talk next week, okay?"

"Yes, Dr. Chu is right. I'll talk to you next week. I just wondered who the author of "The Hometown of Angels" is? Why can't the author remember his name? It's really troublesome, and you want me to be a reader. Brainstorm."

Liu Yun wanted to explain that it wasn't that he didn't remember. Not only did he remember and he liked the author very much, but he just forgot his name.

Speaking of which, my memory is really a problem. Recently, it seems that the more I want to remember something, the more I can't remember it. I used to have a good memory.

"Won't you give me some medicine or something?"

When you come to the hospital to see a doctor, you always have to give some medicine, so why don't you just come back empty-handed?

"Do you have trouble sleeping? Like waking up early, having trouble falling asleep, or not waking up at all?"

How to say that these three states are not the same problem, how can this doctor put it together?It seems that the community hospital has no other advantages except being closer to home.

But there seems to be no corresponding department in the big hospital that can register and see a doctor. This physical and mental department is really confusing.

"Then prescribe some smart medicine."

"Smart medicine?"

Liu Yun had never heard of this medicine.He asked carefully: "Did you take a drug that would be smart? When was it developed?"

"Ah, yes, take the medicine that will make you smarter, do you want some?"

The doctor seemed to see the patient's doubts and waved his hand, "Or add a little vitamin to make the body more energetic, and the brain's computing speed will increase; the same is true for drugs that improve sleep; if you need some energy, you can also, such as glucose solvent. , cheaper and more useful than Red Bull."

"Isn't it the kind of sleeping pills?"

"You don't have a sleep disorder in your eyes, do you have trouble falling asleep? Day and night are reversed or something?"

Indeed not, Liu Yun shook his head.

"Would you like some smart medicine then?"

"If it's vitamins, you don't need it. Glucose or something. I'd better drink some Coke. I don't need to bother the doctor."

Liu Yun said and exited the outpatient room, walking on the dark and damp ground on the fifth floor.

In broad daylight, there is no light in the entire fifth-floor corridor.

Irritability, bugs crawling on arms and thighs.

All in all, very uncomfortable.

Now that you are here, let’s finish all the things to be done. The CT examination is on the third floor, the echocardiography is on the second floor where the ultrasound examination is located, and the blood test is on the first floor.

Everyone has to go to the nurse's desk to make an appointment, and everyone has to queue.

It's really troublesome to see a doctor. At this time, I can write thousands of words.

But if the state is not good, you may only be able to write a few hundred words.

A writer who is not talented can write with a face that depends on his state, and he is not far from being eliminated.

(End of this chapter)