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Wei Zhuang understands that sometimes spying on secrets needs to be exchanged with each other.The first afternoon he spent with Dr. Mu had the very specific goal of finding out who the man in the photo was.

Dr. Mu's private clinic has a well-soundproof conversation room.There are large floor-to-ceiling windows, thick blackout curtains, rigorous office desks and chairs, and the usual reception sofas at home.There are coffee pots and even wine racks.

"Will you allow your patients to drink here?" Wei Zhuang asked looking at the various wine utensils in the wine rack.

"Actually, the furnishings here can be moved." Dr. Mu walked over and pressed the wall next to the wine rack, and the wine rack was retracted into the wall, and then the wine cabinet was revealed, asking Zhuang Wei to do whatever he wanted. . "For different patients, I will make corresponding adjustments here."

"It seems that my secretary didn't tell you much. You haven't chosen one for me yet." Wei Zhuang said half-jokingly, took down the red wine and signaled that he was going to open it.

"Mr. Wei is here to return things, and he's not a patient. Ms. Leng said, you had an interesting dream, and you hope to share it with some people you can chat with. I don't know if you are interested in it today." Dr. Mu While talking, he pointed the hangover rack to Wei Zhuang.

Wei Zhuang suddenly felt that the other party was actually a smart woman, and she was testing herself.So he chose a comfortable couch, showing that he had let go of his guard and treated her as a friend.

Next, Wei Zhuang pretended to be a patient troubled by dreams, fabricated the reasons for changing his mind, and then described the content of his dreams in detail.At first his description was selective, but as the narration deepened, coupled with Dr. Mu's subtle induction, Wei Zhuang's emotions were once again drawn into the emotional vortex in the dream mirror.It took him a long, long time when his reason returned and he cleaned up the flood of emotions.However, Wei Zhuang has always had the ability, even if his heart is turbulent, if he doesn't want people to know his emotions, he can still talk and laugh happily.

"It is said that people can only dream of people and things they have seen in reality. And they often lack logic. Is that true, Dr. Mu?"

"Yes, only things that have been seen in reality can become the material for the brain to weave dreams. A congenitally blind person can't have colorful dreams anyway." Dr. Mu nodded in agreement.

"I have lived in this dream for almost 20 years, and I have never met anyone I get along with. And Dr. Mu doesn't think it is too logical and complete." Wei Zhuang sat lazily on the patient's sofa, his eyes half clear Squinting, covering his focused eyes like a eagle watching its prey.

"Mr. Wei, did you only dream once?"

"More than once."

"Is it the same every time, or is the plot repeated?"

"No... But the people in the dream are always those. It makes me feel very fulfilled, and at the same time, it also produces a certain kind of emotion that I have never had in real life." For example, hurt.Wei Zhuang quickly withdrew his thoughts, hoping that Dr. Mu understood, but he didn't want others to see that he also had a vulnerable side.

"Has Mr. Wei longed for a golden weapon and an iron horse to make contributions on the battlefield, or to live a happy life in the rivers and lakes with swords and swords?"

Although Dr. Mu is unsmiling, he is always kind and pleasant when facing patients.However, the words just now sounded very unpleasant to Wei Zhuang's ears, and he couldn't help thinking, "Is it because you have a problem with your comprehension, or is it that you are so tired of studying knowledge that you only have two concepts of historical legends and martial arts? Meng Tian, ​​who knows how to fight a soldier, or Jing Ke, who is brave for a while, can be compared with me. Isn’t Wei in the dream more called a strategist!” Wei Zhuang paused and said mockingly: “Doctor Mu thinks that Wei's life is too ordinary, and he needs to rely on dreams to experience the magnificent life? In other words, you think I am a paranoid patient?"

"I can't be sure now." Dr. Mu felt Wei Zhuang's hostility, but she has always had enough patience and self-restraint when dealing with patients, so she said in a gentle manner, "I have some patients who are social elites. A leader in this field has impeccable logical thinking and self-contained world outlook and values. However, some of their views are too extreme, and they seem to be justified, but they are far beyond what the real society can bear. More importantly, this kind of The paranoid thought pattern has greatly damaged the owner's health, and tortured his family and friends who love him deeply. So, Mr. Wei, if you can't let go..."

Wei Zhuang basically didn't take the following words to heart, but when he talked about "deep love", he suddenly remembered the "Senior Brother" in his dream, with firm eyes, forgiving lips, invincible heroic posture, who dared to be the first in the world Great wisdom.If such a person can meet in reality, it is indeed worthy of "deep love."

"Dr. Mu," Wei Zhuang waited for the other party to finish speaking, slowly took out his wallet and said, "You can speak to the depths of people's hearts in every sentence, and you are worthy of being an internationally renowned psychologist. However, I believe more , Book theory and clinical experience are not as good as personal experience. I am sorry to ask, is there such a person in Dr. Mu's family or friends? For example, him!"

The wallet was opened with a "snap", and Mu Xirong's eyes were instantly filled with that delicate and handsome face.