Crazy Psychologist: Chapter 189 the painting is lifeless

"Chu Sisi, do you believe that there are living dead in this world?"

"What do you mean?" Chu Sisi shivered from Mu Chun's sudden question.

"Don't talk about this kind of topic suddenly, okay?"

"No, we are doctors, so we should be firm supporters of the materialist theory of science, right?"

"Of course, I think...why ask such a question?"

Chu Sisi still doesn't understand, she already knows it now, she wants to write notes easily, let Mu Chun speak as clearly as possible, don't be led astray by his babbling to himself.

"I would like to know, is there a living machine?"

"What?" Mu Chun became interested, "You mean the cyberpunk kind? A perfect combination of machines and humans?"

"What are you talking about? I don't know what cyberpunk is. What I'm talking about is a person who thinks and acts like a machine, but can't see the slightest human appearance. I saw a person like this recently, and I think he is a machine."

"The living dead I'm talking about are also like this. They are obviously individuals, but they don't seem to be alive."

Chu Sisi suddenly turned around and glanced outside the door.

"what happened to you?"

Mu Chun asked.

"I don't know, I just suddenly wanted to look behind and felt a little flustered."

Chu Sisi's a little panic quickly turned into real anxiety. An unusually quiet man came to the door of the outpatient room with a quiet pace that mortals could never do.

"Is it a psychosomatic department?"

The way the man walks is not so much that he walks with his feet alternated (as most people walk), but rather with his feet alternated without stepping on the ground.

He didn't float over, he just walked over, and walked in front of Mu Chun and Chu Sisi, but his eyes were empty.

His footsteps were barely audible, but his walking speed was not slow.

"My name is Ding Jiajun, and I have registered. Who is Dr. Mu?"

"I am, I seem to have seen you somewhere? And just these few days?"

"No, I don't know anyone."

The man's voice was very gentle, and there was nothing wrong with it. Chu Sisi frowned. She was very beautiful today, as beautiful as usual, satisfying everyone's fantasy of a beautiful woman for a lifetime.

Ding Jiajun's eyes passed through Chu Sisi, and he looked at a farther place. In Mu Chun's view, it was as far away as the plane flying in the sky.

"What's wrong with you recently? How's your sleep?"

Mu Chun took the medical insurance card and started to ask for a doctor.

"I'm not sick, and I shouldn't be."

"what?"

Chu Sisi couldn't help but whispered.

"I don't have sleep problems, I sleep well, in fact I think sleep is the best part of me."

This sentence is very strange, what is sleep is the best part of me, what is the other bad part? He said before that there was no discomfort, isn't this contradictory?

"Why do you sleep so well?"

Mu Chun followed Ding Jiajun's answer and asked, this is an unusual question, because it is not grammatically accurate, but sometimes the physical and mental doctor will deliberately choose some inaccurate words to achieve some strange purposes .

One year ago, one autumn day, when the warm autumn sun was shining on the earth, young people were enjoying the warmth and leisure of the golden autumn. Ding Jiajun and his girlfriend Chen Anni were walking in the ginkgo forest outside the main concert hall of Haiyin Center.

The sun shone on the yellowed apricot leaves, shining golden, Ding Jiajun took out a pink diamond ring that he had bought for two months from his pocket, and gently pinched it in his palm.

Originally, he had planned to propose marriage under the golden light and shadow of the ginkgo.

Chen Anni is the woman he loves most in this life.

The lovers since college, how lucky they are to have been guarding each other.

Seven years after graduation, Ding Jiajun has become a well-known illustrator, and his income is enough for Chen Anni to live a carefree life.

He has already booked a plane ticket to Paris, and chose Paris as the first stop of his honeymoon trip because every year on Valentine's Day, the two would revisit the part of "Midnight in Paris" directed by Woody Allen together.

Annie often said that although Gail, the heroine, met those lovely people in this shareholder car, if she went to Paris, she might also see antique Peugeot cars, go to bars and drink, and meet Cole Porter, Faye Fitzgerald, man, Fitzgerald must have been so handsome back then.

When the clock struck midnight, Chen Anni said that she would take Ding Jiajun's hand and go back to the 1920s and 1930s together to find Hemingway at that time and enjoy the mobile feast of Paris together.

Every time at this time, Ding Jiajun would hug Chen Anni and tell her that he would definitely visit Picasso and Gauguin and ask them what they were thinking.

They would walk along the Seine in the morning, evening and midnight.

Ding Jiajun believes that if life is also a feast, Chen Anni is the one who will share his life with him.

The setting sun, fallen leaves, and the golden concert hall became the background, drifting away.

A drunk driver misread the traffic light and knocked down Chen Anni and Ding Jiajun who had just walked out of the ginkgo forest.

Two and a half months later, Ding Jiajun recovered from his injuries and returned home accompanied by his family~www.mtlnovel.com~The family kept telling Ding Jiajun that Chen Anni had fully recovered in a week, and at that time Ding Jiajun was still in a coma, and the doctors were all concerned. Don't know when he will wake up.

After waking up, Ding Jiajun gradually believed that Chen Anni and Liu Zhi had gone to Italy.

She saw the travel photos posted in Chen Anni's circle of friends, and she and Liu Zhi also looked like a perfect match.

There is nothing wrong with that.

Why wait for someone who can't wake up.

Although Ding Jiajun was sad, he was injured for two and a half months and his life was saved. He was grateful to the world and knew that Chen Anni was living happily. He would never think of that nightmare-like car accident again.

He devoted himself to his career and tried his best, day and night, but the things he drew were denied time and time again.

The reasons for this are far-fetched.

The funniest thing is, "There is no life in what you draw."

Not angry at all? What a joke, those bright sunflowers, those towering mountains, how could they be lifeless.

"No, I just feel lifeless, Seven, can't you see it yourself?"

The customer said so with regret in his eyes.

"We can't entrust you with the illustrations of this set of nature encyclopedias. Maybe, you can try to find some film companies to cooperate with, maybe science fiction or supernatural themes."

The company that has been cooperating very well for a long time suddenly wants to terminate the cooperation with him.

From being a proud son of heaven to being a salted fish, Ding Jiajun couldn't even get a job like painting a book cover.