Remember Fengyu Novel Network in one second, providing you with wonderful novel readings.

One tenth of a time passed soon

On this day, Mu Qingchen, who was busy with business, received a call from Feng Changxiang at noon, and slapped his forehead and misled the matter. He made an appointment yesterday, but he didn't expect that he couldn't get out of his body all morning and forgot everything.

When he answered the phone, he heard that Dr. Feng came, and was so anxious that he hurriedly assigned the matter to his assistant Yan Lu, and went straight to greet Dr. Feng.

The son does not teach, the father is a father's fault. He has been having many problems. It has been ten years since his father and son's relationship is only on a regular monthly call for money, which is more punctual than a credit card repayment. The son is also very straightforward. From a call from the past to now, it has been condensed into three words:

Dad, give money

Yes, besides fulfilling this obligation, Mu Qingchen could no longer find out what he had done, which made him feel very frightened and always subconsciously avoided reminiscing about the old things. Every reminiscing was a torment for him. Over time, he almost ignored the fact that he still had this affection.

I hurried out of the hall. The Qingchen Hotel is on Binhai Road, which is three-star. However, the location is still good and I get a lot of money every year during the peak tourist season. For people like him who start from scratch, he will feel a sense of accomplishment whenever he stops at the hotel. But when he thinks of his son, this sense of accomplishment may be diluted a lot.

The expression slowly became nervous; the eyes slowly became solemn; the mood slowly became worse. Dr. Feng’s visit may have made Lao Mu think about it.

He was making trouble again. He wouldn't steal other people's things, otherwise it would be more serious. If he kidnapped the girl, it would be a more serious problem. Even stealing things and stealing people, he would be dealt with. Mu Qingchen knew that his son was quite powerful in this regard. From an eighteen-year-old girl to a thirty-eight-year-old woman, he dared to try seducing, and the success rate was quite high.

If you really make a fuss, you have to settle the worst plan when Mu Qingchen saw the car coming. He hurried to Dr. Feng who got out of the car, shook hands friendly and looked like a businessman's hunched. This is a skill that has been developed for many years. No matter how angry that smile makes you unable to get out.

Fortunately, it seems to be different from what I imagined. When Mu Qingchen apologized, Dr. Feng interrupted: "It's okay, Boss Mu, I know you're busy, so I'll bring some things over for you to see them myself."

"Oh, that bastard won't cheat anyone of money, it's okay. Doctor Feng has me here. Don't worry, no matter what, talk to me." Mu Qingchen said with mercy. When he said "王王王王王王王王王王王王王王王王王王王王王王王王王王王王王王王王王王王王王王王王王王王王王王王王王王王王王王王王王王王王王王王王王王王王王王王王王王王王王王王王王王王王王王王王王王王王王王王王王王王王王王王王王王王王王王王王王王王王王王王王王王王王王王王王王王王王王王王王王王王王王王王王王王王王王王王王�

"Your mentality is still wrong," said Dr. Feng.

"My mentality," Boss Mu wondered.

"Yes, first of all, I tell you that it is different from what you imagined; secondly, I have to tell you that even if it is the same as you imagined, I cannot repeat your previous way." Dr. Feng said seriously.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I've become a conditioned reflex. As long as someone comes to the door, he will cause trouble for me." Lao Mu smiled embarrassedly. Doctor Feng also smiled and advised him with a smile: "The reason why I have been troublesome to find you is because you are in trouble with your hands. If you refuse, even if you refuse, even if you dare to do it once, just like after a child learns to walk, our Chinese parents, grandparents are all helping him with pain, rubbing, hugging and trying every means to make the child happy. But in the West, it's different, and no one will pay attention to him if he cries again. Their educational philosophy is that the child must be handled by himself. If you help him every time, how can you wait for him to grow up and walk his own way?"

Lao Mu suddenly realized, but he just realized a flash of thought. He smiled awkwardly: "The truth is this, but I have grown up so old, so I can't pinch it back and be reborn again."

Dr. Feng laughed and told Lao Mu with a smile: "It's totally OK. Today I'm here to tell you how to be reborn."

After saying this, it seemed okay, and Lao Mu was also happy. The two hurriedly returned to Mr. Mu's office. Dr. Feng gave the copied video and pictures to Mu Qingchen. When Lao Mu saw that his son had shaved his hair short, which was very short, like in a labor camp, he suddenly became unhappy and glared at Dr. Feng.

"You can't even mind his look, or you can't let go of it." Dr. Feng said.

Lao Mu held back without saying a word, flipped down, slowly, his eyes were filled with tenderness. In the sunset, his son was mowing the lawn. In the sunset, his son was supporting an old man in a hospital gown. In the steaming kitchen, his son rolled up his sleeves and was washing dishes. What moved him the most was that there was a scene where his son pushed the dining cart and shared the meals for people. I don’t know what he remembered, but he suddenly made Boss Mu’s eyes feel sad and his expression was sad.

"What's wrong, Boss Wood?" Dr. Feng was shocked, but he didn't have such a big reaction.

"It's okay, it's okay, okay, I'm happy, I'm really happy. I know he was deliberately annoying me. In fact, it's not easy for a child. I have been alone for so many years and never told me how much hardship he has suffered. This is my son." Lao Mu was so excited that he couldn't control himself.

After being moved for a while, he couldn't help asking questions. Dr. Feng said he was a nurse in the hospital. As for the impact on memory and thinking, Dr. Feng said, "Doctor Feng didn't have to worry at all. He remembered very clearly who he was. Now, he was already doing these things voluntarily."

Well, there is no need to say anything. As Lao Mu listened, he burst into tears. He said thank you, and then he burst into tears.

God has eyes, this bastard can finally do some personnel

Lao Mu hugged the tablet in tears and shouted excitedly.

There is always a difference between hearing and seeing, and sometimes even seeing cannot be true. Fengyu Novel Network

Thousands of miles away, Xiaomu, who had tried many times to hit the wall, has easily adapted to this crazy environment. Just like he adapted to places where languages ​​are not understood, people are different, and habits are different, he may not be able to tell how strong he has become after ten years of experience.

It seemed that he was not working. At this time, he was walking among the green trees and flowers. He stared at a blooming rose with a thief. Suddenly, he reached out and caught a graceful butterfly. He turned around excitedly. He was suddenly startled by the head that was close to him. Lao Bu was looking at him with a smile, and signaling his feet to pick up a basket of tree skills, garbage such as leaves. This is Xiaomu's job. Xiaomu has skillfully transferred it to the old madman.

"Oh, it's a good job." Xiaomu nodded.

"Then I'm rewarding," Lao Bu asked expectantly.

Xiaomu took out his pocket, threw a piece of paper away, and handed it to Lao Bu. Lao Bu continued to be carefully clamped into the broken book he could read.

, That is the god in the hearts of people with faith, Lao Bu.

"Marx said that labor is the essence of mankind, work hard." Xiaomu praised it. It seems that learning painting is beneficial, but at least it comes in handy.

"Yes, only labor is the foundation for realizing the Chinese dream, and it is shameful to get anything without work." Lao Bu said seriously.

"Haha, only people like you can have such noble quality. Go and go."

Xiaomu praised it and sent the old madman away. When talking to such old Bolsheviks, the theoretical basis is very important. Xiaomu obviously misses them too far, so the conversation is very shallow. At most, it is to find theoretical support to deceive others to work.

It was a good job of cleaning the flowerbed. Xiaomu carried a basket of garbage and poured it into the door bucket. He had something to do. He picked half-yellow and half-green leaves in the trash can, split the fine techniques with his fingernails, and nailed the butterfly to a piece of paper. It took a short time to complete a simple specimen.

He was about to give it to one of the madmen. After finishing it, he got up and took a look. The yard was howling, crying, laughing, and the target was leaning against the corner of the building, looking at the world that she could no longer understand and lacked external perception with the eyes of a hunting beauty.

She is a faceless teacher, so love for beauty should be able to evoke her past memories. Xiaomu tiptoed to her side, suddenly lit the specimen in front of her, and asked excitedly: "Is it beautiful?"

The woman's eyes stagnated, and time seemed to have frozen. She stared at the colorful butterflies on the paper, as if she was afraid, as if she was nervous, as if she was expecting. She slowly stretched out her hand, and suddenly Xiaomu pulled back. The woman was suddenly lost and looked at him as if she begged.

"Looking at me, you are more beautiful than it, do what I said, tie the buttons like this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, it's better. If this is the case, I'll catch butterflies for you every day?" Xiaomu taught her to tie the buttons. Surprisingly, the woman tied the buttons clumsyly and hesitantly, and then stared at the handmade specimens in Xiaomu's hand with her eyes.

"Dress neatly and dress beautifully every day, this is yours, take it." Xiaomu smiled and handed it to her.

The woman was excited and happy to take it into her hands, her eyes were motionless and overjoyed, as if it was something she was familiar with, making her become devoted and obsessed.

Xiaomu smiled, thinking for a long time before coming up with this method. When he turned his head inadvertently, this scene fell into Dr. Bai's eyes. He waved his hand to send the nurse who was reporting, waved his hand and called Xiaomu, then looked curiously. When Xiaomu stepped up, he asked curiously: "What did you give her?"

"A butterfly specimen, attention divergence, a way of psychological treatment. I have a lot of opinions about your inaction, so I let my big breasts show off," Xiaomu said.

"Then you think what you did is useful," Dr. Bai asked calmly.

"That's better than inaction." Xiaomu said.

Hehe, Doctor Bai was often insidiously smiling, smiling, signaling Xiaomu to look back. Xiaomu turned around and had a stuttering neck, and bit his fist in shock. The female patient was pressed against the wall, her limbs spread out, and she looked solemn, just like a butterfly was nailed into a specimen on his feet.

"Cognitive disorder, she used to be a face teacher. After losing her normal cognition, she equated herself with the body she had made up by hand, so it's right to be naked. You discovered her beauty-loving nature and successfully turned her into a butterfly," Dr. Bai said with a smile.

"Is there any harm to this?" Xiaomu said, cherishing his efforts for being wasted.

"The magic of creation is not something that doctors can interpret all the secrets of the human body. For example, the description in the data is very unbearable. You can eat, drink, gambling and smoking. In theory, you should be a scum without sympathy, but why did you try to help a patient who has lost cognition?" Dr. Bai asked Xiaomu, who was confused with a smile.

"There is a crime of insulting corpses in the law, which means that even the dead should have dignity. Besides, the patient's male nurses came to see them for fun on purpose or not. I don't believe you don't know." Xiaomu criticized sternly, which was something he could not tolerate.

"This is where we can do nothing. There is no such medicine to treat the darkness, ugly, vulgar, and vulgarity in a person's heart. Don't be nervous. It's not that you, your psychology must be purer than most people, at least higher than ordinary people." Dr. Bai said, Xiaomu smiled, but unexpectedly, Dr. Bai asked: "Can you tell me why you have such a bad record in the past?"

Xiaomu was stunned, but he didn't feel that he was pure and noble, but thinking about the past, he seemed to find that the dirty, ugly and darkness of the past was another self. Why do he feel that even he is a little unacceptable now?

"It seems that you have begun to understand, keep going, do it well." Dr. Bai said with a smile, very relieved.

He took a few steps, but unexpectedly Xiaomu behind him said: "Stop coming, the environment plays a major role in the formation of people's personality. I don't believe you can still be so hypocritical."

"So, I must not let you return to that vulgar environment anymore." Dr. Bai turned around and smiled slightly, choking Xiaomu and rolled his eyes.

Fark collaborates on me

Xiaomu said viciously, the clearer he could see. It was his father who bought a group of dog legs and thought about it to bother him. It was tolerant, of course it was unbearable. He had bad thoughts in his heart, and once again looked at another not-high wall outside the door. Running out, running out was the vulgar life of beautiful women with delicious food and wine. How desirable it was.

"Xiaomu, construction is on"

The iron gate knocked and woke Xiaomu up. He responded and ran out the door. It was not that easy to go out. He had to stand under the camera at the door and wait until his identity was confirmed before the electronic door lock could be opened.

When he got out, a food truck had already been pushed into the cafeteria. One of the fattest, highest and loudest women was his partner.

The surname is Gu, and I don’t remember what the name is. However, everyone is called Gu Dasao. This name and appearance remind people of the big worm in Water Margin. In fact, this big worm is no worse than the big worm at all. She carried one of the pounds of dozens of pounds of rice in one hand and poured it into the dining cart. She pushed the pounds of hundreds of pounds by herself. One more small wood is nothing more than a number of dispensable helpers.

The meal time is up. Xiaomu has a psychological shadow until now, but he didn't expect that the simplest meal is a major difficulty in managing and treating this group of mental patients. Many people are so forgetful that they have no appetite, and many people are so depressed that they neglect to eat. Half of them need help from nurses and nurses. You have to drag him to eat, and you have to prevent him from eating too much, and you have to mix the food well. Otherwise, they either eat or eat only, and there is no difference in taste. The day before, I saw a strange scene. I had a sick person and squatted over while eating. Xiaomu looked at it and took off his pants and stool on the spot. What made him even more incredible is that those who should be eaten still and didn't think it was a problem to eat while eating.

Then he was so disgusted that he didn't eat for a day.

When the meal started, the problem began. The nurses and nurses began to persuade, coax and drag them, and pulled these light or heavy patients to the simple table in the hall. Looking at the meal, there were several severe patients who were difficult to deal with, such as the one who had been squatting in the corner and thought he was a little mushroom, so he had to come back to eat with two nurses. For example, Lao Bu, you have to tell him that people are iron and food are steel, and that there is hope for the revolution in eating with a belly. The most difficult thing is the patient who screams for a long time and screams for a day. There is also a way, so Mrs. Gu needs to come forward.

This scene happens every day, and every day, she catches people and comes back for dinner. Mrs. Gu shook her big arms, shaking her breasts the size of a bowl, and shaking away in the yard, pointing to the louder roar:

"Howl, you're paralyzed, come and eat."

The sound was like thunder and a rainbow. No matter how crazy the man was, he instantly restrained his expression and went back to eat obediently. As for not taking it seriously, Mrs. Gu carried one in one hand and kept it back to the dining hall. The scene made Xiaomu amazed. He could not accept it for Western education. It was too violating human rights. However, between giving people the necessity of survival and the violation of human rights, he felt that this seemed to be the only way.

Yes, this is a crazy world, and with its crazy rules, the truth doesn't work.

At the beginning of the meal, Xiaomu would look up at the watch. At the time of 12 o'clock, the last patient would come to eat. Xiaomu paid attention to it for a few days, and it was like this every day. It was the one who taught pyramid schemes led by Professor Balu. When the time came, they would definitely line up in an orderly queue, swaying the military music tune, and followed Professor Lu one by one and one and sang songs. The lyrics were sung like this:

In order to make a name for ourselves, we came here as well.

The enthusiasm of new and old friends is unforgettable to me.

Thanks to my friends for giving me this good opportunity.

More than twenty years of life have made me realize a truth.

No one looks down upon people when they have no money.

With loud singing, confident steps, happy smiles, neat queues, the team grew several more people. Mu Linshen looked at him and suddenly felt that he seemed more pitiful than others. He was so confident and so happy that he felt very far away from him, so far away that he forgot what it felt like.

Professor Lu was in a state of great enthusiasm and walked in the lead, occasionally turning back to beat the rhythm, and the singing continued:

New friend, I advise you.

Never hesitate anymore.

The glorious days are waiting for you ahead.

This is the top ten pyramid schemes. The name is Qian Rentoudi. Mu Linshen was very touched by the song. Every time he remembered his father who was looking forward to his growth and his mother who had become more and more promising. Every time he lingered in the a cappella, he could ponder for a long time.

The song stopped and the person arrived. Under the command of Professor Lu, the second brother took his seat and focused on eating. He didn't have to worry about nurses and nurses. After the meal, they had to continue giving lectures, shouting slogans and singing, but in this crazy environment, they were the most normal people.

With a soft voice, Xiaomu took back his thoughts and seemed to be silent. Inadvertently, he suddenly found that Professor Lu was as kind and elegant as usual, staring at him with a smile, so calm and confident, making Xiaomu feel ashamed and always avoiding his gaze, just as he was a patient who was ashamed to meet people.

...
Chapter completed!