Lack of training can only slowly accumulate experience in practical work, although there is no better way for the time being.

I don't know if there will be any development plans from the medical system or universities at the "Mental Health Annual Meeting" in the future.

Mu Chun couldn't think of it so much for the time being, just thinking about these things made him feel a little strange.

Why do you feel that these things are related to you?

Isn't it thinking that if you treat the patient well, it is better to have a little more [props] and [talents], so that you can have a chance to complete the task within ten years?

Huh, thinking of that task, Mu Chun's hands were trembling when he checked out.

Money, why is it not enough, what a person I don't know how to save, why can I save so much money, and I can only count on a basic salary every month, and now it's okay, there are no additional bonuses and benefits for the whole half a year.

It's just a bottle of snow correction solution.

After paying the money and sending a message to the [Garden Bridge Detective Agency], Mu Chun bought a packaging box made of environmentally friendly materials with a one-dollar coin, and packed the vegetables and beef balls that were not put in the pot and carried them in his hand.

Gong Hai saw that his father was so unwasted of food, and gave a thumbs up and praised: "Dad is really a good father who has always been diligent and thrifty." ”

Huh? Could it be that I and Gong Hai's father are the same at this point?

It's not easy to be a man in this city!

"Dad, I just said I was going to music school, can I go now?"

"No problem, let's go."

After leaving the hot pot restaurant, Mu Chun subconsciously turned to the right, and Gong Hai said behind him: "Dad, it's not over there, that's the direction we came from the hospital, I remember that the music school was in that direction." ”

Oops, it's embarrassing, I don't know what the name of the music school Gong Hai is talking about, and of course I don't know how to get to the music school from here.

Gong Hai didn't notice Mu Chun's uneasiness, and after looking around, he pointed to the movie theater opposite the hot pot restaurant, "Dad, I don't know how to go, but it should be in the direction behind the Wanda Cinema." ”

Gong Hai nodded to himself, looking confident.

Mu Chun pretended to ask lightly: "Behind the cinema is Songheng Road, then Jinglin Road, and then Cangwu Road." ”

"Well, the music school is on Cangwu Road, but I don't know how to get to Cangwu Road from here, is it closer by car?"

When he heard that it was really on Cangwu Road, Mu Chun breathed a sigh of relief, at least he could walk there first, if not, he could delay it for 20 to 25 minutes, and during this time, he might be able to study where this music school is.

But, wait a minute, the music school on Cangwu Road, and this hot pot restaurant.

Could it be where Bai Lu works?

Mu Chun went to Bai Lu's place of work a few days ago to wait for her to get off work, and it took two buses from Huayuanqiao Hospital to arrive, if it takes more than forty minutes to walk directly from the hospital to the Lin Yin Music School where Bai Lu works, but today it only took twenty minutes to walk from Huayuanqiao Hospital to this hot pot restaurant.

It turns out that this hot pot restaurant is in the middle of the school and the hospital, so it is estimated that it will be more than 20 minutes walk to the place where Bai Lu works.

After making a rough judgment, Mu Chun asked, "Has Teacher Bai Lu played for you recently?" ”

"White dew?" Xiao Hai smiled happily.

"Teacher Bai Lu played Bach's "Twelve Equal Temperaments" very well."

Mu Chun secretly breathed a sigh of relief, sure enough, it was the school where Bai Lu worked.

Gong Hai also said: "Teacher Bai Lu also participated in this Lechuan International Piano Competition, I think there is no problem for the two of us to enter the finals, but unfortunately the first qualifiers of the youth group and the junior group C are on January 6, so I can't see Teacher Bai Lu's performance at all, it's a pity." ”

"That's a pity." Mu Chun echoed.

At noon in winter, although the cold tolerance has increased a few points after eating a full lunch, Huanhai City in winter has never been a southern city, and even northerners will feel cold and bone-chilling around the sea.

Mu Chun wrapped his coat tightly, and saw that Gong Hai was also holding his arms and shrinking his neck, and he really felt that the child was wearing less clothes when he went out this morning, so he took off his scarf and helped Gong Hai wrap it around.

"Dad, is this scarf new?"

Is! Every step is thunder.

Mu Chungang thought about how to reply, Gong Hai said again: "I think it's very good-looking, Dad has always been reluctant to add new clothes to himself, in fact, our family is not poor." ”

"Of course not poor, Dad just wants to spend the money on more meaningful things."

patted Gong Hai on the shoulder, and Mu Chun said again: "Discover the meaning of life and work hard." ”

I don't know why Dad's voice suddenly became different.

As if detached from all backgrounds, this sentence is like the prospect of the whole world, gentle, generous, and permeates the brain.

It was clearly just an ordinary sentence, but it was like the feeling when I heard music enter my mind, as if an inexhaustible stream of light drew a huge mural on the dome of the memory palace.

The painting is still faint, but Xiao Hai feels that it is gradually unfolding, becoming vivid, and finally becoming an enduring existence.

Why is this happening?

Gong Hai subconsciously reached out to cover the scarf, and the heat from breathing stuck to the knitted scarf, a damp coldness.

It's Daddy's taste.

A trace of imperceptible tears flashed in Xiao Hai's eyes.

Mu Chun quickened his pace, the cold urging the leaves to fall to the ground, and also urging the pedestrians on the road to hurry to their destination.

After passing through an urban green space, along the right-hand side of the old buildings built a hundred years ago, the breath of Cangwu Road paved the way.

"This road is a very famous cultural road." Mu Chun said.

"Yes, the buildings are particularly beautiful, especially the rows of small bungalows." Xiao Hai looked up at the old building beside him, turned his face and smiled at Mu Chun.

"This is the Asia Building, built in 1916, in an eclectic style, you can ask Mr. Seven about this, he knows more than me." Mu Chun pointed to a building opposite. "In so many new high-rise buildings, these former architectural works are still not inferior in the slightest, but more and more gentle and beautiful because of loneliness."

Xiaohai nodded and listened carefully.

Since Teacher Sun Yao resigned from the teaching position of the Youth Activity Center, she came to the Lin Yin Music School here on Cangwu Road, Xiao Hai has been here with the teacher for more than three years, today is the first time to hear his father talk about the story of these buildings, Xiao Hai did not notice anything strange, but he was very happy to learn some architectural knowledge from his father.