The strongest dream therapist

Chapter 76 Exquisite Woodcarving
In the afternoon, neither of them felt like going to the mall or the rally.

Fu Yuan was anxious to go back and catch up on her sleep. She didn't sleep well last night and didn't know whose dream she had entered. The dream was full of fog, so she slept in the fog and felt a little cold, so she created a stove out of thin air, and only then was she able to rest in peace.

Wang Fugui, who was already quite old, went to many places on weekdays and had come here several times to handle cases in the nearby city. He was no longer surprised by all this and did not want to go around.

The two hit it off and went back to the hotel to rest.

It was still a double room with two large beds.

Fu Yuan took a look at the message. Her supervisor told her to serve the people well and return to the mental hospital when she was tired. The mental hospital would always be her solid backing.

She was touched for two seconds, replied with an emoticon, and fell asleep.

It was not until the evening that Fu Yuan was pulled out of bed by Wang Fugui, who said that Guo Yu was going to take them to the Willow Temple.

Guo Yu drove, but this time it was no longer a police car, but a black Mercedes-Benz.

The rolling green hills contrast beautifully with the blue sky and white clouds. The Willow Temple is built in the middle of the water, its pale yellow outline outlined by the warm yellow light. A few carved white swallows stand on the corners of the eaves.

A huge arch bridge connects the two lands.

This water is also from Dujiang River, but unlike the water on the Dujiang Bridge side, the water here flows slowly and is more suitable for boat trips.

On the water, cruise ships are scattered like stars, one next to the other. The colorful paintings and exquisite carvings on the hulls sparkle in the sunlight. The window lattices are exquisitely carved and elegantly decorated. Melodious sounds of stringed instruments can be heard from inside the boats.

At the bow, several talented men in long gowns, their sleeves fluttering gently in the breeze, held folding fans, sometimes opening and closing them, sometimes tapping their palms, as they recited poems while gazing at the beautiful scenery of lakes and mountains. A graceful woman in a silk skirt, brush in hand, painted mountains and rivers on spread-out rice paper.

Fu Yuan, Wang Fugui and Guo Yu strolled here.

The moment he stepped into the Willow Temple, Fu Yuan couldn't help but let out a soft cry, his eyes full of amazement.

What you see outside is completely different from what you see inside.

The ancient trees in the temple were hung with red lanterns, swaying gently in the breeze. She was wearing a light blue dress, the hem of which swayed gently with her steps.

"It looks good, right?" Guo Yu said to the two of them with a smile.

He took off his police uniform and wore a white T-shirt and blue jeans, giving him a more sunny look like a college boy.

Fu Yuan nodded: "I rarely go out for a stroll, but this is the first time I've seen such a classical scene. It feels like a TV drama."

Wang Fugui was much more reserved as he was used to such scenes.

The temple is very big, with a street inside where people are hawking goods.

As the group walked down the street, Guo Yu suddenly stopped in front of a stall selling handmade wood carvings. He picked up a small wooden sculpture and examined it carefully. "Boss, did you make this wood carving yourself? Your craftsmanship is quite good!"

The boss was wearing a black slim-fit windbreaker, the smooth lines of which fitted his tall figure, and a pair of black straight-leg trousers, three-quarter length.

He looked to be in his early 20s, but he imitated the old man and dozed off while sitting nearby. When someone asked him about it, he raised his head and nodded lightly.

The whole person looked a little tired.

"How much is this?" He picked and chose, and finally chose a wooden sculpture about the size of two hands.

This wood carving is quite interesting: a giant wild boar is lying on the ground, its fangs exposed, but its expression is simple and cute. A fox is standing on its belly, gently stroking its scary fangs.

Looking closely, the fox was still a nine-tailed fox.

The boss took a look and shook his head: "This one is not for sale. If you like any other ones, I can give you one for free."

Guo Yu felt a little disappointed and looked at other wood carvings.

He was drawn to that particular wood carving. The other wood carvings on the stall were also well-made, some even more exquisite, but no matter how he looked at them, they didn't seem as lively as the first one. After that delicacy, the rest were hard to swallow.

He declined the stall owner's offer: "No thanks."

The boss finally opened his eyes, looked at the group, and yawned lazily. "It seems you guys are also experts in wood carving. I haven't met a close friend in ages. How about we have a drink together? Take advantage of the still-light sky and moonlight."

Fu Yuan suddenly felt that the person in front of him seemed a little familiar.

But when they thought about the fact that Zhang Mi had already been in prison, and if it were Zhang Mi, he would definitely not be so calm when he saw them.

Guo Yu quickly refused: "How can I do that? I still have to take the two little ones for a boat trip. If I leave later, I'll come back here to ask you for a cup of tea."

"If you don't want to drink, just get some water."

The boss gave each of them a bottle of water, poured himself a bowl of wine, and drank it all in one gulp.

As if it was too hasty and too intense, a bright red quickly appeared on his face, and he began to sing: "How can a sick body withstand the fierce autumn air? My sorrowful heart encounters an empty wine jar. The west wind sweeps away the old parasol trees, and the cold rain withers the red reed trees on the bank..."

Unable to refuse, a few people took their water and turned to leave. They could still hear the boss singing: "Tears on the blue shirt, green gauze curtains. Twenty years of wandering. At that time, I thought it was just an ordinary thing. Who sent the lonely wild goose into the broken wild goose world?"

Guo Yu couldn't help but sigh as he listened, "This song doesn't match his age, but it does match his mental state. How come he looks so young, yet is filled with melancholy?"

"So there's a mental age and a physical age." Fu Yuan shrugged, remembering how he couldn't let go of the wood carving just now, and couldn't help asking, "Do you like wood carvings?"

Guo Yu said, "Yes, my mother likes to collect those things, so I like to do the same... But it's not just wood carvings, I also want to collect ancient zithers, scrolls, etc. As long as the quality is high, I want to collect them all."

Fu Yuan, who lived in an ordinary family, encountered this kind of person for the first time and said, "I didn't realize you were a scholar."

Wang Fugui on the side also cheered: "Captain Guo, please sing a line and show us your strength."

Guo Yu chuckled and flicked Wang Fugui's forehead, then said with a wry smile, "I'm not a scholar at all. I'm just pretending to be cultured."

Seeing the two people's expectant faces, Guo Yu said, "Okay, okay, I'll just sing a few lines. Don't laugh."

He pondered for a moment, and then sang the same song "Partridge Sky" from his mouth:

"Frost has battered the sycamore leaves, half scorched; the swallows' voices fade as they leave the beams. Thousands of threads of the old willow tug at my sleeves, their tangled catkins thick as unmelted snow. The promise on the letter, now distant in dreams. Only by inviting us to meet can we borrow the banners of wine. Tears pound together on the cold anvil all night long; the people of Wuling are far from Chu, and the clouds are high above."

Fu Yuan didn't expect him to rap as he pleased, and so methodically. He couldn't help but sigh, "How many Yi Ans did you eat in one meal?"

"Hahahaha, you're the only one who can talk."

Guo Yu responded with a smile, pointing to the other side, "That's the wishing well over there. It's said to be quite effective."

The three continued to wander around the temple, and Guo Yu exchanged three coins from the front desk.

The wishing pool was piled with coins thrown in by tourists throughout the day, and a few old turtles stepped on them lightly.

Guo Yu handed each of them a coin and said, "Close your eyes, put your hands together, silently make a wish, and then gently toss the coin into the pool."

Wang Fugui looked at the person next to him, holding a handful of coins, at least twenty or so, and throwing them into the pool. He couldn't help but ask Guo Yu, "Isn't it too light for us to throw in one coin and not make our wish come true?"

Guo Yu looked at the side and fell silent.

"Maybe he has too many wishes."

The coin fell into the water, creating a small ripple.

No one knows whether the wish will come true, but it is always a beautiful hope.