My Little Mom is the Richest

"Well, assuming what you are saying is true, then what I want to ask is, I found that thing, and then?" Mu Qiu began to ask rhetorically.

"Ah? This is what you are talking about. According to the usual practice, after you find the thing, you can tell others without lagging behind. Although some people will remember it, some people don't."

"But the person who remembers can go to a certain place and continue to spread again in a confused manner. In the end, everyone may think that he is a school or the founder of a certain religion."

"Then one day, there will be a few weird people who find that there will be some differences among them, and then continue to look for them with great pains, knowing that they can't find the answer."

"You will start thinking until you encounter the so-called thinking, and then go round and round." The patient used her capricious thinking to make Mu Qiu's words dark.

"Okay! You have confused me. I don't know what you are talking about until now." Mu Qiu said impatiently.

"Since you have said so, then I think for you, in other words! It should be for you, I am a mental patient." The patient said with a smile.

After that, Mu Qiu didn't want to prove that the patient started to doubt himself, and then tried every means to explain to the patient.

But no matter what Mu Qiu said, the patient stopped answering Muqiu's question, but for him, his goal had been achieved.

As for his purpose? Mu Qiu felt that her purpose was to evoke Mu Qiu's views on these things. But this doesn't work, it can only mess up Mu Qiu's mind.

After this interview, as soon as I returned home, I felt very confused in my mind.

Mu Qiu hadn't slept the whole night, feeling like she had insomnia, all kinds of messy thoughts mixed together, making Mu Qiuli confused.

However, Mu Qiu didn't know how to do it. He seemed to understand what the patient said today.

Mu Qiu wanted to go and chat with the patient again tomorrow, but suddenly Mu Qiu began to feel this very scary.

Because Mu Qiu remembered that before going to bed tonight, as the patient said today, he kept fixing the DV on his clothes or pants.

Mu Qiu tossed and turned throughout the night, and remembered what a psychiatric doctor friend told her.

That's the sentence "Don't pay too much attention to what the mentally ill person says, don't think deeply about understanding the worldview he told you, otherwise you will be like them, and sooner or later you will be crazy."

But for what the mentally ill patient said today, Mu Qiu really had trouble controlling his brain, and would always inadvertently think, is thinking really a wall that restricts us?

And how big is this world?

Regarding these questions, it seems that no one would be willing to answer Mu Qiu.

Mu Qiu didn't know if what the mental patient said was true or false. He felt like a person who had strayed into an MLM organization, completely devoid of his own consciousness.

The brain was so easily cleaned by him all afternoon. Thinking about the wooden ball, I felt that I was particularly useless. I thought I could overcome those, so-called inducements.

This can only be blamed on Mu Qiu for being too careless, so self-righteous, and embarrassed to laugh at others. ,, ..