Crazy Psychologist

Chapter 43 "Angel Looking at Hometown"

"So you've been thinking about the author of "Angels Look at Hometown"?"

Mu Chun was wearing a white coat and asked while doing push-ups on the floor.

Liu Yun also simply ran to the ground and did push-ups.

When Chu Sisi came in, she was almost frightened by the scene in front of her.

"Teacher, what are you doing?"

Mu Chun staggered to his feet and patted his knees, "I have exercised twice, and now I don't feel dizzy when I stand up."

"Liuyun? Why are you doing push-ups here?"

When Liu Yun heard Chu Sisi's words, he also stood up.

"I'm thinking of the author of 'Angel Looking Home'."

Chu Sisi couldn't understand, but felt that the atmosphere in the outpatient room on Monday morning was not quite right.

Liu Yun's eyes were puffy, and it looked like he had stayed up for several nights without sleeping.

But I just met at the book fair on Saturday. At that time, I seemed to be in good spirits.

"I'm still thinking about the author of "Angels Look at Hometown"."

"LOL LOL LOL LOL LOL LOL LOL LOL LOL LOL LOL LOL."

Mu Chun burst into laughter.

"That's right, I was thinking about the author of "Angels Look at Hometown", and then I became abnormal. It seemed that I fell into a well and couldn't get out. That's how I felt, I just told Dr. Mu Chun."

"Chu Sisi, come here, this is so interesting, you told me to hurry up to the dance scene that day, remember?"

Chu Sisi nodded.

"Then I suddenly remembered that when Liu Yun came to see a doctor, we talked about the author of "Angel Looking to the Hometown" who likes to stand and write on the refrigerator. Then, I suddenly remembered that day, because I still can't remember which writer it was, so I just asked casually."

Before Mu Chun could finish speaking, Liu Yun grabbed the words, "He asked me, who is the author of "Angel Looking at Hometown", why can't I remember it."

"Just that? You two doing push-ups here because of this?"

"Because of this problem, Liu Yun screwed up the writer interview."

"Fucked up?"

Mu Chun described Liu Yun's incoherent speech at the interview to Chu Sisi in a vivid and vivid way.

Chu Sisi thought that Liu Yun's face would be very ugly, but in fact her worry was a little unnecessary, because Liu Yun looked very excited.

"Yeah, it's interesting. The host asked some very simple science fiction questions, and I couldn't answer them."

"How come? Did you suddenly lose your memory?"

Chu Sisi poured a cup of coffee for Mu Chun and Liu Yun. Liu Yun asked for a few ice cubes and drank the whole cup of coffee in one sip.

"It's not frozen Coke, it's coffee."

Chu Sisi frowned slightly and said with concern.

"Never mind, I can't sleep anyway, even if I drink or not."

Liu Yun wiped the coffee from his mouth and slumped on the chair.

"So, sleeping pills or physiological therapy?"

"Physiotherapy?"

Mu Chun explained: "I can give you sleeping pills in your current situation, and it's time to use sleeping pills."

"I took the medicine you gave me before, but it didn't help, and I still couldn't sleep."

Liu Yun spoke more today than the previous two times, and his attitude was somewhat indifferent.

From Chu Sisi's point of view, it can be said that he is completely different from the previous patient Liu Yun.

The dark circles around his eyes hung on his pale face, his face was haggard, but his body kept shaking and he looked overexcited.

"The cerebral cortex is overactive."

"Really? I feel sleepy, but I can't sleep."

"Have a headache?"

"It didn't hurt at all. On the day of the interview, it was a little bit painful. Later, I fainted, but I was still full of energy when I lay down on the bed. If I could write with my brain in bed, I should have finished a novel of hundreds of thousands of words by now."

"Isn't Jiang Lang exhausted?"

Mu Chun suddenly changed the subject.

"what?"

"Jiang Lang is so talented, don't writers have such a time?"

"Maybe I've come to the end, I can't answer anything at the interview, and let a newcomer take the limelight."

"I'm going to look at the reviews. Maybe there will be readers who participated in the book fair writing reviews under your novel."

"Forget it, don't watch it, there won't be any good comments."

"Not necessarily, just look at this reader and say that Liu Yun seems to be in a bad mood. It is estimated that he is writing a new novel. Maybe there will be a new long story this year."

"Isn't that making fun of me?"

"I don't think so, I think it's about caring."

"Don't say good things. I won't go out to meet people in the future. I don't want to see any comments or editors. If I can, I just want to disappear from this world."

"Just because the author of "Angel Looking at Hometown" can't remember who it is?"

"Because of this."

"Then I'll open a hundred numbers to explain. Liu Yun was a little absent-minded during the interview because he was thinking about who the author of "Angels Look at Hometown"."

"Come on, don't do that boring thing."

"But, after so many years of writing, do you want to give up because of this trivial matter?"

"Maybe it's not suitable for writing science fiction. I read Song Xiaoxiao's novel, the author who wants to publish a book with me.

Because of him, my original short story collection was changed to a collection of short stories published jointly by the two of them. "

"Old people bring new people, this is the consistent way of publishing houses."

Chu Sisi finally had a chance to say a word.

"But the publishing house has not considered my idea. It has been a collection of short stories since I debuted, and the sales of the only medium story is not good. The works that won the award did not bring many readers. I even doubt if it is not for the publishing house. How many sci-fi works must be published each year, and I have no chance of publishing them at all.”

"That's not the case. I think Liu Yunda's novels are very good."

"is it?"

"I think it's okay."

Mu Chun was serious.

Chu Sisi glared at Mu Chun, "I think it's very nice, especially the short story that won the Science Fiction Award, I really like it, and I recommend it to many friends to read."

"Really? That one? I've never written a novel beyond the first one. I'm really not suitable. But I don't want to admit it."

"So my hands started shaking. There was no heart or brain disease at all, just because of nervousness."

Mu Chun stretched out his hand in front of him and shook.

Liu Yun laughed loudly, and also reached out and shook.

"That's it, I'm always in the middle of the bull's horn, thinking that I must write it well and write a good-looking story. Gradually, what the story is like, it also becomes blurred, and it always seems to be translucent with the story. I know what's on the other side, but I can't get past it."

"After all these years, has not a single day stopped writing?"

"I haven't stopped for a day. Even if I can't sleep these two days, I still write thousands of words."

"In the end, it's just fear!"

When Mu Chun said this, Liu Yun and Chu Sisi both looked at him, and the time in the outpatient room suddenly froze.

(End of this chapter)