Crazy Psychologist

Chapter 45 Saved
Liu Yun had locked himself in the room for three days.For three days he ate only one meal a day, didn't talk to anyone, and pulled the curtains from morning to night.

The deliveryman was the only person he needed to see. He was wearing a mask, long-sleeved top and trousers. At the end of September, when the temperature was rising, Liu Yun could not wait to put his sweater over his body.

The house is his best umbrella, and the world outside is scary.

The message from the author's friend made him even more uncomfortable. It looked like some words of concern, but no matter how he looked at it, it seemed like he wanted to know more, and then laughed at more.

"Aren't you feeling well on Saturday? It looks like you're in a bad mood."

If you answer him that you are not feeling well, then you will immediately ask what is uncomfortable, whether you have seen a doctor, what the doctor said and so on.

After a few minutes, I would go to other people or groups to do in-depth reports with the content of my chat with Liuyun.

Later, someone would come to ask, "Did the publication of the new book make Liu Yun unhappy? Didn't it say a collection of short stories? Is it a collaborative collection now?"

I don't even know what these words mean.

In short, can't the world be completely quiet?
Forget him for now, okay?

Liu Yun crawled on the bookshelf to find a novel to read and plunge into another world in order to forget the world he was in.

Novels always open a door to another world.

He crawled in front of the bookshelf and searched for more than an hour, back and forth in the spine of the books, without the desire to reach out to take any of them.

In the end, his eyes fell on "Box Man" by Abe Public House.

Isn't that him?

Liu Yun suddenly thought that it would be great if he could live like a box man in the future.

Exist in this world, but no one sees him, a pair of armor, firmly protects himself, does not need to go out, but is not isolated from the world.

So, he took out the mask, found a wide shirt and put it on him, wearing a pair of slightly thick sports trousers.

I found noise-cancelling headphones and put them on my head, preferably a hat.

No hats!

Too bad the whole world is not safe without a hat.

There will be comments that take advantage of it, and people will laugh at it, "Isn't that the writer?"

"I can't even speak clearly, and I write novels."

"It is said that some people have said that his novels are not creative, and they are all plagiarism and borrowing."

"Yes, such an author is not as good as Guo Jingming."

"What happened to Guo Jingming? There are so many fans, and they are still very creative. Not everyone can write results like Guo Jingming does."

Even with headphones on, you can hear it all over the room.

By Thursday afternoon, the news of Yuanming had piled up more than a dozen.

Finally, Yuan Ming's phone call Liuyun can no longer be regarded as not heard.

"Hey, why doesn't Liuyun reply to the message, is it because of excessive creative fatigue?"

"No, thank you for your concern. It's just that the phone is on mute."

"The matter of co-publishing will be decided before next Tuesday, so there is no problem on your side, Song Xiaoxiao has been very popular recently, and the publishing house also intends to speed up the publishing of your book, and strive to be able to meet the new book market at the end of the year. Compete for the list."

"List?"

"Yes, didn't I tell you last time that this book will be published in an electronic version at the same time. If the electronic version can enter the new book list, it will still arouse readers' interest."

"Oh, so that's what I said."

Although Liu Yun encouraged himself to work hard, he was still weak in his speech, and his mind was dull and dull, and he couldn't lift his spirits at all.

If you don't like it, you can refuse it.

This sentence seems to be said by Mu Chun?
Anyway, he said these bizarre words very casually, and it was in line with his tone no matter what.

Liu Yun couldn't say it, and it was impossible for him to squeeze into the crowd of female students, pulling the female author to take pictures.

"Are you listening? Next week, I will ask you to sign a contract with Song Xiaoxiao. If you have a familiar artist, you can introduce me to me. I know Liu Yun and some sci-fi artists. Rather familiar."

"Hey, Liu Yun, are you listening? Hello? Hello?"

The voice behind Liu Yun could no longer be heard, and he fell asleep, as if the computer was suddenly unplugged and shut down.

That night, Liu Yun read a novel and tried to watch an anime for a while, but he couldn't concentrate.

Finally, a piece of news about the author's death caught Liu Yun's attention.

How could it be him.

Like a thunderbolt hitting the windowsill, Liu Yun became extremely awake in an instant.

The melancholy of the past few days was instantly vanished, and there was a sense of pleasure in the sky suddenly clearing up.

"Really. Humanity is terrible."

"Yes."

Chu Sisi's expression can't be seen, but Mu Chun's expression can be seen clearly, and there is a smile on the guy's face.

"I even feel like I'm a bit over the top, impersonal and kind."

"It seems like this, a hard-hearted author deserves his life."

"That's not the case. I know this author, the champion of the composition competition that year, and has been active in the publishing industry since then."

"Do you feel sorry? I'm actually very sad."

"Heartache is naturally heartache, but I think everyone has this kind of heartache. What I want to tell the doctor is that I was really lost at the time, and I think I'm not far from Dante's hell."

"Why is Dante's hell, we don't have it in the east?"

Liu Yun shook his hand, "That's not what I meant. What I meant was that I was really bad at the time, and I almost felt that I would never get better from now on. I wanted to tie myself to the bedside table, don't go anywhere, and completely cut off from this world. . It can be said that the praise of life is completely exhausted."

"And then you see the news of the author's death."

"Yes, it's like being saved from someone else's death."

"No encouragement is worse than others are worse than me."

Liu Yun clapped his hands and said, "That's right, that's what it means, it looks scary, but that's it, a ray of sunshine penetrates my heart."

Liu Yun, who was touching his chest, did look a lot more energetic than before, the dark circles under his eyes disappeared, and his eyes were full of hope.

"I knew it was so easy. I didn't go to the hospital before, and I spent a lot of money to buy an account."

Mu Chun complained, rubbing his fingers back and forth on the table.

"Am I going too far? I thought that Dr. Mu might understand my mood, which is particularly difficult to tell others."

"Saved."

"Yes, saved."

"Aren't you afraid anymore?"

"Don't be afraid, the big deal is to take a vacation and go out for a walk."

"Where are you going?"

"Maybe go for a walk in Turkey, maybe go to Greece."

"Dr. Chu, Dr. Chu, it's really enviable, I really want to walk around."

Chu Sisi pouted and didn't understand what the two were talking about, just like guessing a riddle.

(End of this chapter)