Him: "You're missing the point of what I'm saying. Philosophy is just one of those so-called paths. Maybe philosophy is a dead end, a hoax, a self-congratulation."A hypnotist friend called me one day and said he had a patient who was rather interesting and asked if I was interested.Him: "We only see part of the world, in reality, the world is big, big, big."Let me say anything else, and he stopped answering. But he'd accomplished his goal: tickling my mind about something, but that only messed with the brain more.Me: "Not interested."Him: "I talk much slower than I think and a lot of things get left out."Me: "Are you trying to deny people?"I lost sleep that night, all sorts of jumbled thoughts mixed together, unable to make sense of them. I understood what he was saying, but I didn't know what to do about it. The next day I was tempted to talk to him again, and suddenly I felt terrible about it. Because I had been designing where to fasten the DV to my clothes last night before
Her: "That's what it's supposed to mean. Later on 'they' said several examples of things done by Earthlings who gave up parts of their own kind. Including the two world wars, and the creation of various diseases, the bubonic plague, and the sinking of the Great Western Continent."Me: "And then how was it taken away?"Her: "I don't know, maybe."Me: "Didn't you tell your husband? Or your husband didn't ask you what you did for those two hours?"I remember being really dumbfounded because I'd heard countless bizarre stories, but there really wasn't anything of the sort, or was I just out of touch? Maybe in a few days someone will pop up again and say it was in some sci-fi magazine? Never mind whatever, but I really haven't heard anything like that.Her: "A year and a half ago."Me: "I noticed one thing: you just said that the car hadn't been turned off when you stopped it, is it possible that your car is the auto-locking kind, and that you couldn't open the door at that time because it
Her: "Our garage is a small single room with motorized roller shades, and when I came in, I closed the shades and my car was left on, so if I had just fallen asleep in my car, I would have been poisoned to death ......"Me: "Then why did you say it to me again?"Her: "And...there's one thing, I think, this is true."Me: "So, does your foreseeing the future have anything to do with your mania?"Him: "Part of it."I was flabbergasted to hear such a sentence so suddenly, and hurriedly looked down at his profile, "How do you mean? The future? There's no such part ah ......"Me: "Uh...do you remember what happened when you were manic?"Him: "No, anything that would wake me up. In fact anything or anything that would wake me up didn't wake me up because I would wake up about half a minute earlier."Me: "Are you trying to say that's what caused your mania?"Me: "Suppose that really was a coincidence?"I looked at his corset, "Seems a little tight, doesn't it?"Him: "Isn't it an arrest?"She
"Zephyrine, why don't you, why don't you go to bed first," I smiled at her a little disconcertingly, "I've still got some charts to finish..." "There you go again," Zephyrine interrupted, she said helplessly, "Orion, can't you just admit in peace that it was just a novel? You're not three years old anymore, stop thinking about things that just can't happen, okay?" Zephyrine, however, was still sitting beside me, and she whispered, "You should get some rest, it's getting late." "You don't keep thinking about all this nothingness," Zephyrine added, her voice sounding tired, "you need to think about things that are actually happening around you, like ...... what I just told you the things I just told you." Zephyrine's voice sank as she said the last few words. I froze for a second or two, and then realised what Zephyrine meant when she asked me to think about the 'things that are actually happening around me'. After hearing her say that, I also started to feel a bit sleepy, but ther
"Before we begin," Alessandro leaned over and said softly, "I'd like to ask you a few questions." Probably feeling that the atmosphere was not right, Maleah pinched Alessandro's thigh and said quietly, "Can you ask something else, please?" "Leslie," Alessandro smiled slightly, "you do, indeed, have something unclean present here." Maleah pinched Alessandro's thigh again and urged, "Get on with it!" "Oh, okay...," Alessandro agreed as he stole a glance at Leslie, the pride he had just felt had been completely defeated by Leslie's grace, and there was more than a little fear in his twinkling eyes.Seemingly realising that the other party did not want to answer this question, Alessandro added: "Leslie, it's like fortune telling, you need to know your birth hour and eight characters, now I need to know some of your basic information first, then I can help you." It seems that this Mongolian doctor really used the words "help you" as a shield, Leslie still didn't reply, she still raise
"It wasn't a man, exactly," Alessandro frowned, if anything, "but a... A ghost." "Paper?" Maleah froze, then turned her head to Leslie, panicking and urging, "Leslie, get a piece of paper!" Alessandro thought that Leslie was interested, and he started to make up some random nonsense, even chatting with this "recently dead man" he had imagined: "Well... What's your problem? Well... Too much debt, so you killed yourself? Well... Don't panic, I'll help you." As Alessandro's voice gets lower and lower, Maleah's expression gradually tenses up, and even Leslie puts away her smile as she pretends to be fervently following Alessandro's every move. "Really?!" Maleah opened her mouth in surprise, and even Leslie, who was sitting on the sidelines, frowned, her otherwise calm demeanour slowly disintegrating once more. "Uh, uh..." Alessandro glanced at Leslie, and seeing that the other man was looking at him as well, he said in a calm voice, "This man... Er... There's something he wants to te
Just as I finished speaking, Leslie stopped the movement of her hands, she turned her head to look at me with slight surprise, and after a while she turned back to continue cleaning the cups. Seeing her actions, I couldn't help but frown. I felt that Leslie had been "protecting" me since a while ago, she seemed to be more nervous than I was, and more worried than I was that Alessandro could really see me. She didn't notice my mental activities, Leslie was still washing the tea cup in her hand carefully, she suddenly added: "It seems that I was over-anxious, I had thought that I had promised you to write your diary in my house, so I definitely couldn't let others find out about your existence, or else I would feel very guilty.""Aren't you scared at all," Leslie said as she meticulously washed the cup in her hands, "What if he really can see you?" "It always seemed," Leslie said without turning her head as she washed the teacups, "that you were a very storyteller." I didn't expect h
"Skyla?... ...Skyla!"I was startled by Caleb's suddenly raised voice tone, and when I looked back, I saw that he was looking at me with a puzzled expression, and then he turned his head to look in the direction I was just staring at, "Is there anything over there?" Caleb had done me a huge favour, and I couldn't really think of any other way to repay him than to buy him dinner, so I agreed. The office is actually a civilised food market, the smell of gossip is all dark and powerful in the silence, a look or a cross word, it's all rumours flowing freely regardless of the truth. For the sake of living, I thought I could endure it. In the evening, Caleb offered to drive me to some western restaurant for dinner, and I hesitated, but agreed. On the way, Caleb has been looking for a topic to tease me to chat, I have a hitch to respond to a hitch, Caleb seems to also notice that I am not in a good mood, then also no longer talk. I felt guilty for being so arrogant, but for some reason I ju
The night was dim; I pulled down the curtains, shutting out the streetlights and faint moonlight outside, leaving only a bedside lamp glowing in the bedroom. I returned to the bedside, sat down, and looked down at Quentin, who was peacefully asleep. I sighed and then chuckled. "I wonder if it hurts." I touched Quentin's neck. This dramatic person actually used broken glass shards to stab into his neck. The tattered book from earlier, like a door of memories, sealed memories deep in my heart, suddenly lifted that barrier and surged unbridledly. "I..." Quentin grasped my hand in his sleep, tightly, as if afraid that I would run away. "I can't run. Wherever I am, you can find me." I smiled gently, lifted the blanket, lay down on the bed, and then placed my head on Quentin's shoulder. Smelling the fragrance of the person beside me, I slowly entered dreamland. The next day, when Quentin opened his eyes, he saw me lying beside him, looking at him.Quentin blinked slightly, and after
I smiled, "And then what?" She sighed, "And then I figured out that what's amiable is just because I'm an outsider, plus my uncle's friendship with dad, but you're different." I hmmmed, "I know." She finally laughed out loud and reached up to poke me in the head, "Just say 'I know'." When she finished she sighed, "You're really not leaving this time, are you?" She sniffled, "You did the same thing last time, acted like nothing happened in front of me and then left without saying a word." I shook my head, "Not leaving, really." She stared at my glasses for a long time, as if trying to see through me. After a long time, she sighs slightly and says to me, "Zephyrine, do you love me?" I looked at her glasses in the same way, at the tears hanging under her lashes, and the seriousness of the moment unlike any other. Without hesitation, I reached up and hooked my hand around her pinky and said, "Love." I really like her. The first time I saw her, I was about 10 years old
The lift was on the upper floors, and not wanting to wait, I took the side stairs. What was there to say to her, what else was there to say. I lowered my head and didn't say anything. His intention was for me to talk to Shelby, but I couldn't open my mouth when I saw Shelby. My father drove me to the airport, and at the last minute, I pulled out my phone and sent her a text message, "Let's break up." So after leaving from the house that day, I was resenting her in my heart, but on the one hand, I still liked her a lot, making me conflicted. On the way back, my mind was still a little foggy as far as what I had just said and done, and what my father had said and done was even more of a mess. She sniffled, "You can't lie to me in the future." It was slow going, the sound of my slippers touching the floor after the living room, chugging, and it didn't take long for my eyes to adjust to the light as I eased over and took a seat beside her. I patted her head and told her, "I'm no
First he looked at me, then he smothered his head in the covers, and after a few seconds of silence, because he wasn't breathing well, he reached out and poked holes in his face and the quilt pieces again, propping himself up with his arms. I smiled and asked in a low voice, "What time did you go to bed yesterday?" She mumbled a few times, "I don't know." No longer bothering her, patted her bottom hidden in the quilt, whispered to her that I went to work, and left the study. The summer days were a bit hot and lazy, and the day was over, but looking back I kind of don't remember exactly what I did, even though all the work was done. Went home as usual and Shelby wasn't there when I got there. Got a Snapchat from her a few minutes ago and she told me that her work was completely finished and figured she was on her way home now. I was a bit lazy tonight and didn't feel like cooking, so after playing on my phone in the living room for a while, I heard a noise coming from the doorway
She hmmmed, then moved a little closer to me and grabbed the collar and pulled it down, "Nah, take the edge off." I laughed, "Tell me more, we're not discussing this right now." She frowns, "Knowingly." When she stopped, I asked, "Is she swearing at me?" I let out a low chuckle and moved up, not biting, but kissing gently and looking up at her, "There." I nodded. She didn't look at me, and I didn't comment on her remark, heading towards the kitchen. She shook her head at me, "No, I won't go without Master Gu's permission." I reached out to touch her face, "Good boy." I gave a long drawn out, quizzical oh and looked at her and asked, "What if your mum, forces you to go?" She oh'ed and got off of me and sat to the side, continuing to pick up her phone. She looked up at me slightly, "Going somewhere?" Alanna laughs and adds, "I just told her we were on the phone, ugh, do you think she'll be listening on the door right now?" Alanna wails, "Yeah, scolding her for being nice."
"I heard that Shelby was competing a few months ago?" My father's words broke my thoughts and I looked up at him, he was smiling at Shelby, "How did it go?" I turned my head to look at him. I reached out and poked her collarbone, "What do you think I'm afraid of?" The living room of the house separates me from my dad's room, and if there are no other guests, this bathroom is for my sole use, so to speak. She stepped forward and said softly, "Didn't you hear my mother say, I was called there by her." I jerked my foot back and silently pulled my chair back and stood up, heading towards the bathroom. Shelby smiled and replied, "Took first place." She gave me a look that was more like it. Shelby's mother laughed, put her chopsticks down, and said in a serious and slightly flirtatious manner, "It's rare that you're interested in matchmaking today, I really do have quite a lot of photos and profiles of various single youths on hand." She poked Shelby in the barrel, "Go get the mobi
Good to know. I turned my head and looked at her a little, "Hard to hear." The owner smiled, "Miss Zephyrine had a great idea, we just followed it." Old auntie smiled at me, big red lipstick while her teeth white bright, eyes winking said: "Dear, do not think I am very cute?" After that she asked, "Can I really not go tomorrow?" I assumed it was another guest, but to my surprise, half a minute later, it was Shelby, and her mother, who walked into the house. I'm afraid I can't say any more words of blessing, Shelby is better at this kind of thing. After waiting in the shop a little longer for the owner to finish touching up my handwriting, we left. Alanna had taken the guy after all, and she had borrowed this car from him for the night, and had just had a long discussion in the car park about who was going to be the driver, before finally letting me be in the driver's seat. The next day was Sunday, and when I took a taxi to the house, it was just about dinner time, so I went
She said with a faint oh and a look of death, "Sofia said you're a quiet person, very much to her liking, and you're reliable in your studies or in your work, and you also have a tacit understanding with you and have a lot to talk about." She shrugged her shoulders and didn't move on, just fed me a bite and she took a bite of her own. I was puzzled, "How come I didn't know that." I interrupted her, "Sofia is treated as an old friend in my case, in my opinion it's normal for friends who haven't seen each other for years to have dinner." I smiled, "Of course, it's also a fact that she's my ex-girlfriend, so I told you as soon as I got back, and if you think this needs to be a pissed off tantrum, then the prerequisite for that should be that Sofia and I are still coupled up, and that I'm still having a fling with her, but the fact that it's not is not the case, so this is not something that needs to be a tantrum." "But I'm still hung up on the fact that you two were alone, so what d
Just a few metres away, I was torn between saying hello and not saying hello, but finally chose the latter and walked straight towards the side away from her without moving. She was standing over at one of the department's presentation boards, looking up intently without being disturbed by people coming and going. I looked at her from a distance, I hadn't seen her for a few years, but she seemed to be the same as before, her hair hadn't grown, and her clothes were still in the same style. Shelby is a person who lives a very casual life, a lot of places to make do, not too concerned about the details, a lot of trivial things she listens to me, but also rest assured to let me, no matter what kind, she has no objections. The waiter served the first course, which suddenly reminded me of the person still sleeping at home, and I couldn't worry about her, so I picked up my phone and ordered takeaway for her. We walked together in the direction of the lift, but on the way, met a person.