Crazy Psychologist

Liu Yun locked himself in the room for three days. For three days, he ate only one meal a day, didn't talk to anyone, and kept the curtains closed from morning till night.

The delivery guy was the only person he needed to see. He was wearing a mask, a long-sleeved top and trousers. At the end of September, when the temperature was rising, Liu Yun wished he could put on a sweater.

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

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

"Is it because I feel uncomfortable on Saturday? I don't seem to be in good spirits."

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

Inevitably, after a few minutes, I would take the content of the chat with Liuyun and go to other people or groups to make in-depth reports.

Afterwards, someone will ask, "Is Liu Yun unhappy about the publication of the new book? Wasn't it originally a collection of short stories? Is it a collaboration collection now?"

I don't know what these words mean.

In short, can't the world be completely quiet?

Can't you just forget about him for a while?

Liu Yun crawled on the bookshelf looking for a novel to read, and plunged into another world, in order to forget the world he was in.

Fiction always opens a door to another world.

He crawled in front of the bookshelves for more than an hour, back and forth among the spines, without the desire to reach out and take any one off.

Finally, his eyes fell on Kobo Abe's "The Box Man".

Isn't this him?

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

He exists in this world, but no one sees him. A pair of armor protects him firmly. He doesn't need to go out, but he is not isolated from the world.

So, he took out his mask, found a loose shirt to put on, and wore a pair of slightly thick sports trousers.

I also found noise-cancelling headphones to put on my head, and it is best to have a hat.

No hat!

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

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

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

"It is said that some people said before that his novels are not creative, they are all plagiarized and borrowed."

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

"What's wrong with Guo Jingming? With so many fans, he is still very creative, and not everyone can write results like Guo Jingming."

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

On Thursday afternoon, more than a dozen pieces of news from Yuanming had piled up.

Finally, Yuan Ming's call to Liu Yun could no longer be ignored.

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

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

"The matter of co-publishing will be decided before next Tuesday. There is no problem on your side. Song Xiaoxiao is very popular recently. The publishing house also plans to speed up the publishing progress of your book, and strive to be able to sell it in the new book market at the end of the year." Compete for the list."

"List?"

"That's right, 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, that's it, I think I said it."

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

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

This sentence seems to have been said by Mu Chun?

Anyway, he said these weird words very casually, no matter how you look at it, it fits his tone.

Liu Yun couldn't say it out, and it was impossible for him to squeeze in a group of female students and drag the female author to take pictures.

"Are you listening? Next week, I will find a time to invite you and Song Xiaoxiao to sign a contract together. For the cover production, if you have an artist you are familiar with, you can introduce it to me. I know Liu Yun and some sci-fi artists. It's still familiar."

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

Liu Yun could no longer hear the voice behind him, and he fell asleep, as if the computer had suddenly been unplugged and turned off.

That night, Liu Yun read the novel for a while, and tried to watch the 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 thunder hitting the window sill, Liu Yun became extremely sober in an instant.

The melancholy of the past few days disappeared in an instant, and there was a pleasure of the sky suddenly clearing up.

"Really. Human nature is terrible."

"yes."

Liuyun couldn't see Chu Sisi's expression, but Mu Chun's expression was clearly seen by Liuyun, and there was a smile on that guy's face.

"I even think I'm a bit too much, impersonal, without kindness."

"It looks like this, a hard-hearted author deserves to be exhausted."

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

"Do you feel sorry? I'm actually heartbroken."

"Heartache is naturally heartache, but I think everyone will have this kind of heartache. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com What I want to tell the doctor is that I was really devastated at that time. Hell is not far away."

"Why Dante's Hell, don't we 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 be better again. I wanted to tie myself to the bedside table, not to go anywhere, and completely cut off from the world. .The praise of life is, so to speak, exhausted.”

"Then you see the news of the author's death."

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

"No encouragement is better than others being more miserable 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 pierces through my heart."

Liu Yun, who was touching his chest, indeed looked more energetic than before, the dark circles under his eyes faded, and his eyes were full of hope.

"I knew it was so easy, I didn't use it in 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 a little too much? I thought that Dr. Mu might understand my mood, which is especially difficult to share with others."

"Saved."

"Yes, saved."

"No longer afraid?"

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

"Where are you going?"

"Maybe go to Turkey, maybe go to Greece."

"Doctor Chu, Doctor Chu, you are really enviable. I really want to walk around."

Chu Sisi pouted, but she didn't understand what the two people were talking about like guessing a riddle.