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Chapter 206 Draw the picture in the dream

Chapter 206 Draw the picture in the dream

Sometimes it is too quiet, and it will have the opposite effect on the patient's communication.

For example, Wu Tong is extremely uncomfortable now, he needs a voice to give himself a sense of existence... No, it is to reduce his own sense of existence, he does not want to concentrate on himself all the time.

External distractions can divert his attention and distract him to achieve the purpose of diverting his focus.

He unbuttoned the second button of his shirt to let the air in. In fact, the room is not stuffy. The office has good ventilation, so it is not stuffy or hot, and there is a humidifier to ensure that the room is not dry. In fact, it is not necessary in a city like Shanghai. to a humidifier, especially in early summer.

Wu Tong still felt suffocated, he wanted to tear off the third button, but then realized that it was too rude.

Yu Xiaoxiao helped him choose this shirt. On the way here, the tag had just been cut.There are no fancy patterns on the casual business style shirt, but Wu Tong is not used to wearing this kind of clothes.

As a qualified fat house, a T-shirt printed with Two-dimensional cute girls and a cotton plaid shirt can best highlight Wu Tong's image and temperament.

He glanced back, and Smith was gone.

To be honest, the office is quite big, because it is a psychological clinic, so its decoration style cannot be a real work office, it is a combination of family study, living room and office.

On the wall to his left is a huge oil painting, mostly in soft warm tones, depicting a sunflower field in the afterglow of the setting sun. In the flower field, there is a figure of a person facing the setting sun and turning his back to the painter.

Looking at the back, it should be a woman. There is the artist's signature in the lower left corner of the painting. Compared with the whole painting, this signature is too small, but Wu Tong can still see clearly that the signature is Smith's cursive.

"Are you interested in this painting?"

"Hehe, I don't know art, but I think this painting is very good, and I can feel the existence of emotion."

"It was painted for me by my late husband."

"If I had this skill, I would be very willing to draw what I want in my heart, but unfortunately I can't draw."

Dr. Smith walked up to him, took the drawing board away and put the water glass into his hand, glanced at the A4 sandwiched between the thin wooden boards, blinked and said, "Even though I've been back to China for so long, I'm still not used to Chinese people liking too modestly." habit, you draw very well."

"what?"

Wu Tong turned his head in doubt, and was stunned when he saw something on the A4 paper.

The black, white and gray three-color picture drawn with a pencil on the paper has simple lines but has a shadow effect. It looks like two people standing back to back under a beam of light.

Wu Tong stood up with a thump in his heart, he didn't draw this picture!

'Absolutely not... It couldn't have been drawn by me! '

First of all, he asked himself that he did not have the utilitarian ability to draw, and he could only draw stick figures at most, how could he draw shadow effects with strong contrast between light and dark!

And he didn't start writing at all just now. When Dr. Smith went to pour tea, he had been observing this office and looking at the oil paintings of sunflower fields on the wall.How could he make a picture without even looking at the drawing paper?

Dr. Smith took the drawing paper off the board, stared at it for a moment and said, "Is this what you think?"

"Well, I... I don't know." Wu Tong looked at his hand holding the pencil in panic. His hand trembled slightly, as if it didn't even believe that it was a picture drawn by Wu Tong.

He does have the magical memory ability of the memory palace, and the advanced brain supplement ability that has been accurately imaged from the brain, but that is only limited to his own brain!

The tip of the pencil has signs of wear and tear. Wiping it with a finger can rub off a little pencil dust, which can only be done with a pencil that has just been used. The picture was drawn by him.

Not only did he draw it, but he also signed his own cursive signature in the lower left corner. The angle of the oblique sign and the way the strokes are turned are very familiar, as if he had just seen it elsewhere.

Wu Tong suddenly turned around to look at Smith's signature on the sunflower oil painting. One was the English name and the other was the Chinese name. The pouring angle of the signature was surprisingly similar to the tail brought out by the last stroke.

When he was admiring the oil painting, he didn't look at the paper, and he drew the pencil drawing in a short period of time, and imitated Smith's signature and left his name in the lower left corner!

"Excuse me, doctor. I feel a little uncomfortable. I want to go back..." Wu Tong raised his head in a daze, and saw that the person sitting behind the desk looking at the pencil drawing was not Dr. Smith, but was supposed to be waiting in the parking lot downstairs. Yu Xiaoxiao!

"Xiao... Sister Xiaoxiao?!"

'No, this is an illusion, it must be an illusion, wake up Wu Tong! '

He shook his head violently, and Yu Xiaoxiao changed back into Dr. Smith's appearance.

Dr. Smith's expression did not change. She put the painting upside down on the table thoughtfully, got up and walked slowly to Wu Tong, "I heard from Xiaoxiao, you have slept a lot these two days?"

"Almost, that's right."

"Are you feeling sleepy now?"

"Of course not... eh?" Wu Tong suddenly became dazed. He swayed for a while and immediately stood firm, but his physical and mental fatigue became more and more serious, as if his body was dragging his spirit into the abyss of sleepiness.

Dr. Smith hurriedly supported him. The woman's hands were cold, but there was a comfortable warmth on her body. Wu Tong leaned against her weakly, "What's wrong with me..."

"It's okay, you're just a little sleepy, just sleep on the sofa for a while and you'll be fine."

He was helped to the single sofa by the window. Dr. Smith lowered the back of the sofa and pushed it up. This kind of lazy sofa is very comfortable to lie on, even more comfortable than lying on the bed against the head of the bed, because it It can perfectly fit the human lumbar spine and support it.

After Wu Tong lay down, he couldn't struggle anymore. The wave of drowsiness became stronger and stronger, like the tide of Qiantang. When the strongest wave rushed to the embankment, he lost consciousness.

Dr. Smith stood beside him for a long time, staring at him expressionlessly, then stretched out his hand suddenly, brushing away the soft bangs on Wu Tong's forehead.

dong dong dong~

"Please come in." Dr. Smith took a step back and turned around. The person who entered was Yu Xiaoxiao.

When the latter saw Wu Tong falling asleep on the sofa, he wasn't surprised at all, "It's really you who fell asleep again."

"I thought you wouldn't come up."

"Because there is no spirit in your office, my dear, you are not alone with you when you are working, do you know that?"

"drink water?"

"Thank you for the black tea."

Dr. Smith just smiled, and didn't answer Yu Xiaoxiao's question that wasn't a problem, because it wasn't the first time she said that there was no anger in the office.

Yu Xiaoxiao sat on another sofa, relaxed her legs, leaned against the back of the sofa, and raised her legs, "Phew, it's so comfortable, does he cooperate with your conversation?"

(End of this chapter)