What kind of experience is it to be teased by a ghost + extra episode

Jinwei glanced at Luo Jiang, and said with some reluctance, "Sister Zhaodi, I'll go ask. Brother Li, just go and ask about Uncle Chou's family."

Luo Jiang didn't object, "It may not be enough to ask your father, it's better to ask your grandma, if you don't have enemies, you have to know what's going on in the backyard."

Ting Sili was a little troubled, "Grandma's mental state is not very good now, I'm afraid I won't be able to ask anything. But it's okay, I'll ask my dad, he should know that when the backyard was closed, my dad was young, but It should be remembered."

"Well. Time is tight and tasks are heavy, let's start."

Wei Linqiang grabbed Luo Jiang, "What about me?"

Luo Jiang said: "You go out with me for a walk."

"What to do?"

"You'll find out later."

"Well, just right, I have something to ask you too."

Let me ask you, what happened these days?

Chapter 106

As far as the length and richness of "the latent meaning of the dream" is concerned, the "content of the dream" appears poor, simple and rough in comparison.If the description of a dream requires half a sheet of paper, then six to ten sheets of paper are needed to complete the "hidden meaning" obtained from the analysis.

- "The Interpretation of Dreams" Freud

"Now you can tell me, what's wrong with you?"

Now that the evening is approaching, some people have already started to light up the smoke. The quiet and peaceful town is accompanied by small bridges and flowing water, and the green smoke is curling up. This kind of water town has a tranquility that is not found in big cities, and this peaceful atmosphere temporarily makes Luo Jiang nervous. The mood can be relieved for a moment.

But Wei Linqiang's question made her unable to calm down, she stopped, and Wei Linqiang collided with her because of Luo Jiang's sudden stop.

"I didn't do much, you think too much."

Luo Jiang walked forward again, and Wei Linqiang followed suit.

"But I don't feel like that. My intuition tells me what happened to you, but my intuition doesn't tell me what it is."

"I can only say that there is something wrong with your intuition, you know? Sometimes intuition can be deceiving."

Just like when she instinctively wanted to go back to Luo’s house, she felt that that place was home, but after going around, everything returned to the original point, the Luo’s village she once hated, the place full of childhood nightmares and carrying all of Luo Jiang’s negative emotions. She felt ironic that this place was the only place she belonged.

"My intuition won't lie to me, at least not about your intuition. I feel that you are unhappy recently."

This sentence finally made Luo Jiang look at Wei Linqiang squarely, and she asked, "For example?"

"For example, you talk very little, and you have thorns. This thorn is not aimed at me, but at other people. In my impression, although you are short-mouthed, you are hard-hearted and soft-hearted. You will not be so impatient. I know what you look like now. Is it? A child who was wronged outside and refused to tell his mother when he returned home, making him sulky." Wei Linqiang tilted her head and looked at Luo Jiang with a smile.

Guiltyly avoiding the other party's eyes, Luo Jiang looked down at the wall on the right. The wall was mottled, because of the humidity of the air, the part on the ground was covered with moss, and there was a big crack in the middle of the wall.

"Don't you think everyone needs space? Even if I have been wronged, why do I tell you everything I want? There will always be a day when children don't need their mother, and there will always be a day when they need to digest their emotions independently. I generally call this process For growing up."

Wei Linqiang shook her head, and took Luo Jiang's hand, "You have no obligation to tell me, but I want to know, because I want to know why you are unhappy, I want to alleviate your unhappiness, and I want to let you know when you push awkwardly. When driving everyone, get closer to you, because no matter how old you are, no matter how mature you are, there will be times when you need a shoulder. I am afraid that one day you will encounter a moment when you can’t hold on, and when you look back, you will find that there is no one around you. .That kind of helplessness will destroy you."

Luo Jiang's heart seemed to be hit by something, like fireworks in the dark night sky on New Year's Eve, gorgeous and beautiful, "What are you mine? If you are just a friend, you don't need to do this."

Wei Linqiang let go of Luo Jiang's hand, and smiled: "You are always so guarded, I am very suspicious now, even Xue Yi has never walked into your heart, do you think you will be ashamed? The fear of being naked/luǒluǒ in front of others, making others see a joke, afraid that others will not be able to keep a secret, and make your inner world public?"

Luo Jiang looked at the hand that was let go, and felt a little disappointed. Wei Linqiang always gave her an indescribable sense of distance. Sometimes she felt that the two were very close, so close that she thought that as long as she pierced the window paper, the other party would be able to see each other. She would hug her across the fence, and sometimes she felt that the two of them were far away, as far away as quicksand in her hands, and she would still slip through her fingers after grabbing and holding. This feeling made Luo Jiang feel uneasy. A person who lacks a sense of security, she hates this feeling of worrying about gains and losses.

"Yes, I am a coward, but this is human, why do people feel lonely, why do they become a separate world, because the heart is not connected to the heart, we have never really connected with the world, there is only a kind of The big net called social relationship, wishful thinking keeps us together, whether it is friends or family members, it is a lie called fate."

Wei Linqiang was so angry that she wanted to touch her forehead, she spread her hands and said, "Okok, you are right in everything you say, you stubborn guy, even I am a lie, a kind of lie called fate, I really don't know what I'm worrying about. "