There is a Nobel Prize in Medicine research team in the United States to address PTSD, a major problem that plagues millions of American soldiers in the United States.

It is also the world's most leading research center in this field at present. Of course, Buck has read their medical literature in a targeted manner.

There are many types of symptoms of stress disorder. Buck should be associated with excessive violence or delayed personality schizophrenia. The most famous treatment case of the research team is the so-called emotional neutralization method.

The solution given by experts who have won the Nobel Prize in Medicine is to simulate the damage by electric shocks or other means on a male mouse, and then lock the male mouse and the female mouse together. When the brain waves show that the male mouse is more pleasant, it will stimulate the hippocampus of the brain memory of the male mouse again, arouse the harmful stress disorder. When pleasant emotions and harmful stimuli often appear at the same time, the response to those due symptoms gradually disappears.

At least Buck thinks that since Zhou Xiaoli appeared in her life, he can accept fragmentary information about hobbies such as decoration before, and try to communicate with girls cheerfully. If he can further develop love, will he really heal himself?

This is how the former battlefield military doctor diagnosed and came up with treatment plans for himself.

But the real emotional path is obviously not a step-by-step process. At least the black girl keenly discovered the hair that was longer than her, which made Buck, who thought she could get love easily and easily, give her a boring blow!

This girl must have discovered it when she was carrying two helmets before, no wonder she was in a changeable mood.

And he didn't have time to explain to Buck, so he chased him back after dinner: "Remember to climb the mountain on weekends, don't be hooked up by the long-haired teacher of the Academy of Fine Arts to do anything. I'm really not that generous!"

Buck could only spread his eyebrows. It was because the girl liked him that she cared about him? She shrugged her shoulders and went downstairs to ride a motorcycle home.

Ba Dacheng has been working hard these days and can already practice slowly. When Buck comes home, he wants to take the old man to practice driving on the street, but his father still refuses: "It's different from manual. I have to pass the driver's license before I get familiar with this car." His tone is as serious as he has been doing those unknown jobs in the mechanics workshop for decades.

But he still agreed to go out for a walk with his son for a walk, and Buck also told him about the actual application of traffic rules: "Look at the intersection and don't follow the bus, especially when passing through the bus, you must be careful, as someone may suddenly come out..."

Ba Daxing carved a small book and wrote it out, which was similar to Buck's habit. When his son smiled heartlessly, his father lowered his head: "Xiao Zhou is good, being a daughter-in-law is a blessing for our family."

Buck also agreed with this view: "I work hard."

It is necessary to work hard, and Buck, who is working hard to learn craftsmanship, also feels that he has more motivation.

The young teacher named He Qing probably really found the feeling. This week he focused on teaching perspective and basic painting skills: "No matter which part of your decoration design in the future, it is very necessary to draw something on your hands. At least you will explain your design intentions to others, it will be much simpler and clearer."

He really doesn't know anything about decoration now, but his work is really good. While speaking, he can draw an indoor scene on the blackboard. However, the subject matter is the picture of double-layer iron beds on both sides of the student dormitory and a few tables in the middle. He is very skillful and full of lifestyle, making it difficult for a few young students who like to quarrel. At least if you want to criticize, you have to draw something better than this.

So this week, in addition to learning about various perspective relationships with the students and understanding the written perspective nouns that He Qing disdained, the most common one is to draw various scenes with sketchbooks, from the simplest relationship between tables, chairs, benches and warehouses inside the classroom to the outside warehouse. He Qing said that this is all practicing Kung Fu. Such art students can be seen everywhere in the teahouses, game halls, and vegetable markets around the Academy of Fine Arts. No matter what major, they regard every move in the market as practice.

Some students hesitated that now is an era where everyone has cameras, and mobile phones that take selfies everywhere are the mainstream. Such painting scene craftsmanship has long disappeared, so He Qing rarely looked contemptuous: "Photoes are always photos, and pictures are the world they control. That is your work. Can you ask people in this market to show off according to your requirements?"

Buck heard someone muttering next to him: "That's not possible."

He Qing even sneered: "Painting art and aesthetic art are always the instinct of human visual emotions, and this cannot be replaced by computers!"

Buck did not think that either side was absolutely correct. He always listened to it like a bystander. He always kept drawing in his hands. He liked to draw like this, just as He Qing said, this world could not operate according to your requirements, but at least the world in the sketchbook was established according to his pen tip. He could completely control the grass and tree of this world. He liked this feeling.

But sometimes I add something to the screen according to my preferences, such as adding a light switch beside the door, a curtain on the window, etc. When I encounter such cloth things, I ask the teacher when I don’t know how to express it.

He Qing was surprised and happy. He was very serious about showing Buck the techniques of single-line outline of fabrics on the blackboard: "In fact, such sketches or perspectives are imported products. The rules set by foreigners for us were not only brought in by missionaries and painters in the Ming and Qing dynasties, but also by Xu Beihong, who came back from overseas before liberation. In fact, our ancestors also had many heirlooms. Look at this technique of canvas curtains, which is the foundation of Chinese painting line drawing."

Twenty minutes later, a imagined curtain was revealed to Buck. He Qing showed dozens of different painting methods, smearing lines with light and shadow, purely overlapping several lines, and a simpler line or two can also explain the turning relationship. The ridges of the edges and corners of the fabric are lifelike, while others can only understand and not express. He Qing was not proud of it: "This is all basic skills. If you find a few college students with slightly better grades, they are familiar with these skills."

Buck nodded: "Can I take a picture with my phone?"

He Qing laughed: "It's not worth it, it's really convenient to take pictures on your mobile phone now."

At this time, Buck felt that the effect of the straightening machine was really bad, and he planned to go back and buy one, but for some reason he remembered what better one to buy. Will it make Zhou Xiaoli angry again?

I smiled helplessly with my subconscious reaction, a little happy reaction.

There was a voice next to it: "It's still valuable. This big brother paid more than 8,000 yuan in tuition fees, so of course he had to have a small meal."

He Qing talked endlessly when explaining art, and it was a bit like this: "He asked so much..."

Buck turned off his broken phone with a calm expression and turned around, looking at the sour tone of three or four young students: "If you want to learn, you have to ask. If you don't ask, get out of here. Don't whine in my ears!"

His tone was very rushing, and the discomfort that was disturbed by his world was just like he raised his hand, and the young men patted their butts and ran away. Even the blind man could see that he might take action at any time!

It seems that Buck's treatment medicine cannot be stopped.
Chapter completed!