Mr. A who is staying overnight

I remember the nonsense chat between Qi Ming and Che Yao—this chapter can be read or not—or just read it from the middle—it’s really normal if you don’t understand it. It’s just a boring divergent mind of mine.

but want to write

"Why do you hunt with a wooden barn, shake the grass and think it's a rabbit, but it turns out to be a human?" Shaking the lollipop in his hand, Che Yao lowered his head and flipped through the book.

"Because it's easy to test," Qi Ming didn't even raise his head, "killing someone is considered negligent death; not killing someone is not a minor injury, negligently causing serious injury; two people fired wooden guns at the same time, and there was only one bullet hole. There is no doubt about the crime, and neither of them is guilty."

"Of course, this is the scope of criminal law research. The follow-up civil law can also examine the issue of joint infringement."

"It's a familiar routine," Qi Ming clicked his tongue, "It's like breaking into a house with a strong woman. When you meet, you will always be a lady-dressing boss in floral pajamas and long hair."

"Speaking of which, I haven't seen this charge in the Judiciary Exam for two years," Che Yao sighed, "Looking at the topic, I feel a bit less of a ritual."

"He has been replaced by a dog that fell from the sky. Did you see it?" Qi Ming swiped to Weibo, "That word is prohibited by the medical system."

"It's really dark and humorous." Che Yao lowered his head and turned the page again, "I have already seen the silenced words that Mr. Wenwen lectured on the podium."

"bi-bi-bi-bi-bi-"

"Teacher Wenwen may be sneezing right now." Comrade Qi Ming laughed muffledly, and he sighed, "I don't know what sin Teacher Wenwen did in his previous life to meet us in this life."

"To this day, I can still clearly recall the first time he taught an undergraduate class, when he talked about Article 230 of the Criminal Law," Che Yao clicked his tongue, "You flew back from other places to sit in the last seat of his classroom." Arrange things."

"The devil is the devil."

"Before this friend speaks out and condemns, please reflect on yourself first?" Qi Ming unceremoniously revealed, "May I ask which comrade is the one who specially ordered the pennant banner?"

"Brother Wen is currently doing research on the illegal elements of Article 230 [The Crime of Strong Women]." Che Yao waved the lollipop in his hand, "The simple 'insertion theory' and 'ejaculation theory' in those days are obviously not enough anymore. Adapted to this coquettish and complex world."

"The theory of 'reproductive cavity insertion' and the theory of 'permanent marking' should be considered more important, right?" Qi Ming pouted his chin, spreading obscenity/obscenity/eroticism in a serious manner.

"In this world, the division of AO has shaken a series of original legal systems," Che Yao raised his eyebrows, "For example, because the division of AO needs to approach adulthood to manifest, the reality is more complicated and diverse, and this is for the first The expansion of the scope of the six victims of Article 230 has to be said to have a positive promotion effect.”

"I remember Teacher Wenwen used this as a reason to propose expanding the scope of victims of rape crimes to adult men."

"It's a ghost," Qi Ming chuckled.

"Okay, let's get back to the topic first, okay? Go back to the first question I raised." Che Yao waved his hand, "Well, please block your legal knowledge system for now, and use a purely literary perspective. answer my question."

"Please start your show."

"Let me briefly summarize the story first," Che Yao frowned, "A man, uh, a man, he went hunting on the mountain, saw the bushes quivering, he thought it was a rabbit, 'pop', opened the wooden warehouse, and the result The bullet hit an innocent girl passing by, and the bullet passed through the left rib, causing..."

"Put away your occupational diseases," Qi Ming rubbed his forehead, "Stop describing your injuries in detail, okay? Please continue telling your main story."

"Okay," Che Yao gestured, "During the whole incident, this man made two misidentifications. The first time he misidentified the girl as a rabbit, and the second time he misidentified the girl as dead."

"Hey," Qi Ming sighed, "My friend, this is really too difficult and difficult."

"You try harder," Che Yao continued, "He thought the girl was dead, his companion, yes, there was another companion with him, and his companion tried to persuade him to bury the girl..." He He muttered in a low voice, "Damn, don't say it, this is really too serious for the exam, joint crime or something."

"Look," Qi Mingfei gave a look, clearly expressing the above meaning.

"Forget it again," Che Yao shook his head, "A man accidentally shot a little girl, and under the mistaken belief that she was dead, he brought the girl's 'body' to the village where she was. After knowing that the girl was bullied by her uncle, he wanted to be a judge, and use that gun to avenge her."

"...Hu Qian's "Qi Mu Cang" Oh," Qi Ming paused for a while, thoughtful.

"If I had known you had read it, I wouldn't have bothered so much." Relieved, he closed the book in his hand, and Che Yao waved the cover weakly at Qi Ming.

"It's not like your taste," Qi Ming chuckled, and he raised his eyebrows, "Brother Lian pushed you?"

"It's amazing, Comrade Qi Ming," Che Yao was startled by a look from the sofa.

"So my friend, why do elephants sit on the floor?"

"Because there is no reason," Qi Ming shrugged, "the whole book, from beginning to end, every story, every paragraph, has no reason."

"The words at the end of the book, I think every sentence is well written," Qi Ming paused for a while, "but the most straightforward summary-this is a book that completely hurts."

"...Can you speak vernacular?" Che Yao's head hurts.

"Do you still remember the evaluation I gave you?" Qi Ming asked him.

"Which sentence?" Che Yao was troubled, "Your evaluation of me is a bit too friendly."

"You are a sponge," Qi Ming laughed.

"Hey, I remember," Che Yao nodded, "You made a big paragraph back then, in plain language, I'm more sensitive to other people's emotions, and my insight is not bad."

"So learning psychology is a natural advantage."

"That's right," Qi Ming paused for a while, "If you are a sponge, then even my little brother is a slug."

"Is there any connection between the two?"

"Bai Shu, he is extremely sensitive to other people's emotions," Qi Ming tapped on the table, "You know about this, right?"

"Yes," Che Yao sighed, "This actually makes me quite worried."

"You are a sponge, your perception of the outside world is active, and your influence on yourself is limited, so I say this is a talent, a rare gift of talent; and Baishu can't even do it," Qi Ming frowned, "He's not even like a snail, he has a protective shell, he is completely passive to accept all the emotional changes around him, which is very painful."

"Those emotions are salt, salt that will cause him substantial harm."

"It's inspirational movies that describe the struggle and success of low-level people; and this book," Qi Ming frowned, and he flipped the black-bound book, "from the beginning to the end, there is no hope at all. A gray and black tone."

"People who believe in words are mostly sensitive, suspicious and sad," Qi Ming clicked on the book cover, paused every word, "seek resonance in words; and try to pour emotion into words to gain resonance. Come to think of it, it’s actually a group that criticizes individual heroism.”

"Why do elephants sit on the ground?" Qi Ming paused for a while, "In my opinion, it is actually,"

"The grimace of pine nuts, the New Year's lion dance at Osamu Dazai's Asakusa shopping street, and Wang Jiamei's game console."

There was a brief silence in the room.

"The little girl in "Qi Mucang" didn't die in the end," Che Yao chuckled, "Physical wounds will heal eventually, and so do the spiritual ones, as long as they are alive, at least, there is a chance; She gave up, and she has been working hard towards happiness all her life; Osamu Dazai's disqualification in the world has been remembered by so many people, and his spiritual life is so long; as for Wang Jiamei...doesn't Ding Zicong remember her? ?”

"There are cracks in everything, that's where the light comes in. We're going to live for a long, long time," Che Yao took a deep breath, "Why the elephant sits on the ground, to put it bluntly, it's just because he was injured."

"But today's medical technology is very advanced."

"So, Che Yao, tell me. Why does Lian Xiaoge ask you why the elephant sits on the ground?" Qi Ming stretched out his hand, and he tapped Che Yao's shoulder.

"...This is a cry for help," Che Yao chuckled, revealing a slightly happy mood,

"He was willing to reach out and catch the lifeline I offered."

tbc.