bedroom literature

Jiang Qiwen looked at him, feeling sore in his heart, remembering the questionnaire that frightened him.

He almost answered with the darkest psychology, such as the last question:

Have you thought about dying in the past?

A: never

B: There used to be, but not now

C: other

In fact, just relying on the method of elimination, we can know that C has a very euphemistic subtext:

Want to die, think about it now.

He picked C, or rather—they picked C.

He looked at the motionless Liu Sheng, and suddenly wanted to say something.But the other party seemed to have predicted that he was going to speak, and suddenly plunged into the pillow like an ostrich, as if refusing to communicate.

Jiang Qiwen sighed.

"I said before that human beings are biased towards bad things, have you listened?"

Liu Sheng: "..."

"Get up and chatter." Jiang Qiwen's tone was rare patience, "Brother Jiang will have a long talk with you all night long."

Liu Sheng: "..."

Jiang Qiwen: ...

"I know, you don't want to talk, and there is no reason to talk to me suddenly." He blinked, "But I know what you are thinking? Do you believe it?"

Liu Sheng still did not speak.

Jiang Qiwen closed his eyes, and suddenly said slowly:

"Do you want to die?"

Liu moved for a moment, then froze.

"Am I right?" He stared at him with scorching eyes, and at the same time repeated several answers to the questionnaire from memory.

"Recently, you have poor appetite, nightmares, and lack of energy."

"Most of your close friends are elementary school classmates."

"When you are in trouble, you only turn to people you don't know for help."

"Your greatest stress is human interaction."

"right?"

"You..." Liu Sheng finally spoke, muffled in the pillow, "Why are you memorizing my questionnaire?"

"The instructor said that there are two sets of questionnaires with exactly the same answers." Jiang Qiwen explained, "One is made by yourself, and the other—who do you think made it?"

Liu Sheng's mind was soaked in alcohol, his cheeks were wet, and he didn't know what to say.

"Everyone thinks about suicide, don't you think. Once it's done, it's the biggest impulse when things go from bad to worse."

Jiang Qiwen said quietly, "It's human inertia. It's always like this, the greater the mass, the greater the inertia—the good ones get better and better, and the bad ones get worse."

"Who can have smooth sailing all his life? No one can. So most people think about suicide in this kind of inertia. But you, Brother Jiang, I think, the reason why only a small number of people have achieved it is because we still have the left brain. "

Willow faced the pillow and listened silently.

"The left brain controls rational thinking, and it will always fight back the unrealistic thoughts from the right brain, using the so-called rationality and rationality." Jiang Qiwen picked him up from the back collar, and turned over mercilessly.

"Look at me and show respect." He smiled, "Cooperate with me, you can use your left brain and right brain to talk—this is my original self, reconciliation, and Dafa."

When he said the last sentence, he put his hands on the sides of his face, opened and closed them, and played up "Dafa" in a comical way.

Although Liu Sheng was forced to be scooped up, he was calmed down by this funny gesture.

"You can start with small things." Jiang Qiwen is persuasive and strikes while the iron is hot, "First solve the negative emotions that are lower than wanting to die. In fact, it is talking to yourself. You must have similar experiences."

"..." Liu Sheng blinked his wet eyes, and said "hmm".

"What did the right brain say?"

"Say..." Liu Sheng's eyes dodged, as if he couldn't speak, "Say..."

Jiang Qiwen turned around considerately, "Alright then, I won't look at you."

"I want to slap myself..." Liu Sheng whispered.

"Okay, it's okay, it's normal." Jiang Qiwen encouraged, "What did the left brain say at that time?"

"Then fan." Liu Sheng replied without hesitation.

"Cough." Jiang Qiwen cleared his throat, "So are you really fanning?"

"No."

"It's okay to have fun in your head, it's normal." He turned his back to him and rubbed his forehead, "Is there any more?"

"I want to chop myself up." Liu Sheng said expressionlessly, "chop from fingertips to wrists, use force from the forearm, and chop into minced meat."

When Jiang Qiwen heard this, sweat broke out on his forehead.

He took a deep breath before forcing him to encourage him: "...right, normal. What did the left brain say?"

"Don't let it go before, let's talk about it again now." Before Liu Sheng could speak, Jiang Qiwen hurriedly added:

"Remember to be rational."

"The left brain said," Liu Sheng thought carefully according to the suggestion, "the first cut is from the wrist first and then chopped, so that you don't have to hurt all the time."

Jiang Qiwen: ...

His state of mind is too dangerous.

He suddenly wanted to hug him.

It doesn't matter whether you are sober or not, straight or not.

He turned to look at Liu Sheng, swallowed his saliva, and made up his mind——

But when he was about to lean over, Liu Sheng quietly dodged back.

"Then let's change the method." Jiang Qiwen acted as if nothing had happened in an instant, maintaining a polite social distance, "The right brain heals the right brain. You do what you want to do, and let the happiness of dopamine heal you."

"Are you hungry?" He suggested, "I'll take you to eat supper? Eat... hot pot, anyway, every time I see Gululu's soup base, I always feel very warm..."

"Why do people have to do what is right?"

Liu Sheng asked suddenly.

He continued: "What if I don't want to break the inertia?"

Before Jiang Qiwen could react, he asked another question:

"Why do people have to prove what is right?"

"Why do you have to prove what you did and didn't do?"

In fact, this question is nonsensical.

But only Jiang Qiwen knew what he meant.

Why prove it?

Because the reputation of social animals matters.

So, why is proof needed?

"Because the inherent malice needs to be vented, and the cost of spreading rumors is the lowest." He replied.

"You don't need to do it, you don't need to prove it." Jiang Qiwen looked into his eyes and said, "You don't need to do it because it's your freedom, and you don't need to prove it because——I believe in you."

"You believe me?" Liu Sheng murmured.

"I believe in you." Jiang Qiwen reiterated.

"I don't believe it." Liu Sheng's voice was sharp, "You don't feel pain in your back when you stand and talk, and you don't understand anything."

"Me?" Jiang Qiwen probed with a guilty conscience, "What do I not understand?"

Liu closed his eyes and didn't speak for a while.After a full minute, he seemed to have made up his mind and finally spoke:

"Why on earth don't you eat carrots?"

Jiang Qiwen:?

Liu Yu suddenly moved closer to his face.

"Huh?" Jiang Qiwen was taken aback.

"Right brain, dopamine."

"Eat carrots."

He stuck out his tongue halfway, leaned his head forward, and gave an inviting "en".

Jiang Qiwen began to sweat again, "Birth. Are you awake or drunk?"

Seeing Liu Sheng pouted suddenly and wanted to cry, he lay on his back on the bed and started to untie that difficult button again.

"Scumbag."

Jiang Qiwen: ...

Jiang Qiwen glanced at Liu Sheng again, feeling something different.I don't know when it started, the face of the person opposite was a little strangely red, and he was panting for heat.

"Little rabbit." Liu Sheng couldn't help it, almost asking for help, "I feel a little uncomfortable..."

There was a buzzing in Jiang Qiwen's head.

When he came, there was a man sitting next to Liu Sheng.

That person...there might be something wrong with the wine.