Chapter 292 Interview

This is a story, maybe a true story, who knows.

Everyone has the desire to spy. For me, who likes gossip, this desire to spy is even stronger, otherwise there will be so much gossip. In Lao Fang's words, Mu Hong, it's a pity that you don't become the editor of the gossip tabloid.

Through the window, I looked down at the hurried pedestrians on the street below and quietly guessed the story behind them. After reading for a while, he picked up the books spread out on the table and continued to read.

When this happens, I'm waiting for someone. However, I don't know the people I'm waiting for today, and I haven't even met them, and I'm not friends in my group. The reason why I am waiting for him here now is because of Xiao Yan.

Some time ago, Xiao Yan called me and asked me if I had read some psychological books. At that time, I wondered why Xiao Yan asked me this. Although she also knew that I like reading, it can be said that visitors did not refuse, and it was a preference for some strange books. However, it's the first time I've heard Xiao Yan say something about psychology.

Then, Xiao Yan said that one of her friends had some strange ideas. She thought that I must be interested in her friend's strange ideas, so she wanted to introduce her friend to me. Despite Xiao Yan's words, I still realized that the friend mentioned by Xiao Yan was not so simple to know.

So, I appeared here, waiting for a guy I had never met. I know very little about him. I just got his name from Xiao Yan and know that he is the boss of a company, which is almost the same kind. I don't know anything else.

Put down the book in my hand, and I looked at the pedestrians outside the window with great interest and guessed the story behind them. Seriously, this feeling is very enjoyable. I compile all kinds of stories for a stranger, as if I can control their fate, although these stories are my own imagination. Just as I was thinking interestingly, a burst of footsteps came straight and stopped at the table.

Such a voice couldn't help but make me turn my head. A white face appeared in front of me, about 40 years old, with neatly combed hair and the unique calmness of middle-aged people.

"I'm sorry to ask you to wait for me here? Actually, should I visit you? This is too abrupt. Please don't be surprised." With one mouth, he showed his neat teeth.

However, his obvious respectful words make me feel unnatural. Coupled with the politeness at the beginning, I think it may be the merchant's instinct. However, I don't have much crush on this instinct.

"It's nothing." As I put away the lazy book on the table, I said to him, "Are you A?"

He nodded and chose to sit down opposite me.

As soon as he sat down, he asked, "Do you like reading?"

"Hmm!" I nodded. People who know me know that I like reading, and I have liked it since I was a child. Even the study at home has been occupied by my books. It's just a pity that many books were lost when they moved several times, which makes people still feel very sad when they think about it now. Although there are all kinds of convenient e-books now, I still stubbornly like the feeling of holding books in my hands.

"Reading is a good habit. I also want to read, but I don't think I have as much time as before. He quietly adjusted his sitting posture on the opposite side. It seems that he is not very comfortable with such a seat.

However, I think a lot of his words follow my words. Because in this case, everyone can say it.

Then, the two chatted together. Through chatting, I know that we are still alumni, all from University C (let alone the specific name of the school). But it's not a one-time one. He is in more than eight sessions, and I am in the 1998 class, which is more than ten years apart.

This kind of gossip makes the previous kind of formality much less. There is also a lot of liberalization between the two.

At this time, his eyes stared at him from the opposite side. He asked, "Do you know Xiao Yan?"

"We came out of a dormitory." In a soft sentence, I will express my relationship with Xiao Yan.

"Did Xiao Yan tell you about my situation?" He asked calmly.

"Not much." To be honest, Xiao Yan didn't tell me much about him. Even the relationship between our alumni was only known when we chatted just now.

"This Xiao Yan..." He said softly, but he didn't go on. Instead, he sat opposite and looked straight out of the window. However, he should not be as boring as I am, arranging all kinds of stories for pedestrians on the road.

After looking out of the window for a while, he took his eyes back. It's still those eyes, but there is something else.

This is something he wants to say, but it's hard to say. And what he can't say is the real reason why Xiao Yan felt a little strange when she told me.

"Let's go straight to the point. I think I'm here," he pointed to his head and said, "There's something wrong here!"

Strange idea. Xiao Yan's words flashed in my head at that time. At that time, she said it to me with a smile. In fact, I often have some strange ideas. However, I think many ideas come from my own leisure. When I was at work, I didn't have so many ideas, but now I'm free, and all kinds of ideas have come out. Therefore, most virtuous people are idle people.

"I think I'm crazy, but I don't think so." He saw that I didn't respond, so he went on.

The opposite him, such a sentence, brought my gossip heart to life again. I also sat up straight, and now it has become two people sitting, and the posture is very strange. I asked him, "Why do you say that?"

He said, "Because I often have some strange ideas?"

Me: "In fact, this is nothing. People have ideas. It's not normal to have no idea."

He said, "What do you think?"

His question makes me feel uncomfortable. However, it's not him that I'm unhappy with, but Xiao Yan, who gossips more than me. This guy didn't know how she introduced me to him, which made him think I was almost like a crazy woman.

However, this kind of upset has nothing to do with him. I just replied, "I have a lot of ideas, but they are all unrealistic."

"So do you often think about a question? Day or night?" His eyes crossed the table between us and looked over eagerly.

"No." I immediately denied his statement, "What I think of has always been very casual, and what I think of is what it is."

"Oh!" My answer made his body shrink again. Then, a pain appeared on his face: "I have!"

"What is it?" I blurted out, but immediately regretted it. Because I'm digging into each other's pain now.

He did not answer immediately, but turned the topic elsewhere: "Xiao Yan said you like to see psychological things?"

"This Xiao Yan..." This time, it was my complaint against Xiao Yan. I didn't expect that when she opened her own mouth, I would like psychology. I have read some psychological things, but it's just some dabbles, or I've read some a long time ago. After talking to her that day, I turned over the previous book and made up for it.

"No more about her!" He smiled on the other side. He must also find that we have common topics with Xiao Yan, but he doesn't care about these topics.

I also nodded and withdrew my body. Xiao Yan, it's a matter of minutes to find her. However, what I'm most interested in now is the strange idea that the guy opposite just said to torture him day and night.

This time, I didn't say anything, but looked at him opposite. Now that he has begun, his desire to vent will crush him in a moment.

"Have you ever had such an idea? That is, you find that this world is not a world, but many worlds, and in each world, there is also your existence? After a while, he looked at me and asked. His eyes are full of expectation. He is now waiting for my affirmative answer.

Because everyone is lonely, we want to be recognized and want someone to think the same as us.

"What do you mean?" His question made me not know how to answer it. I have also thought about the problem of multiple universes and have seen some string theories. However, I can't stand those dazzling letters with complicated formulas. After all, I haven't been exposed to those things about high numbers for a long time, and I have no interest in them.

"I mean. You don't think this world is actually a world, but there are many worlds. In almost every world, there is a you?" He looked at me seriously.

This time, I really don't know. I know the M theory, but that's just something about multiple universes, and it doesn't mention multiple worlds, let alone that there is you in every world. If that's the case, I guess I'll go crazy. After all, such things should appear in science fiction rather than in life.

"Do you mean that your life intersects with other worlds?" I tried to express my opinion in a peaceful tone.

"Hmm!" He nodded and admitted what I just said. Then he asked me, "Do you feel this way?"

"No!" I immediately denied his problem. As I said just now, if that's the case, I must be crazy.

The disappointed expression on his face was uncontrollable. He first put his head on his seat for a while, and then looked up at me and said, "Actually, I've been thinking about finding someone who thinks the same as me. When I heard Xiao Yan mention it before, I still thought that there were some common feelings between us, and I also thought that I was not alone.

"Actually, it's nothing to have such an idea. I don't often have strange ideas, and I still can't solve them. I persuaded him.

But your thoughts don't affect your life. This feeling often makes me insomnia in the middle of the night, and sometimes I have to take some comfortable drugs. There was a little more pain on his face.

Ming pills. I am not unfamiliar with such drugs. The situation he just mentioned made me a little worried.

"Do you think I'm insane?" When he saw the expression on my face, he smiled and asked me.

"I'm not a professional doctor and can't diagnose you. However, I think it's better to use less of those drugs, which is easy to develop dependence. I hide myself. In fact, such a cover-up is very clumsy.

"I know you are not a doctor. If you were a doctor, you would have taken a recording pen or something. He smiled and pretended to be relaxed.

"Actually, I have encountered such a problem as you before. But it's not as serious as yours. I changed my statement.

Hearing what I said, he was also interested and asked me. I told the problem I encountered before. The problem was true, but I just replaced the cause of the problem with something else. Those things are my eternal pain. I still think it's better to bury some problems in my heart. I like gossip, but I don't like gossip.

When I finished my experience, I asked him, "Now, can you say anything about you?"

He closed his eyes and put his head on his seat, as if those things appeared in front of him. He said slowly, "For example, I'm sitting in the office thinking about some problems. Another scene appeared in front of me, as if I was on something, which was still moving. There was a noisy sound on it, and someone was sitting next to me. I can see clearly how those people look. They are all real beings, but no one I know. I can hear the chat between them and talk about something. At this time, a man greeted me, and he also called a name. But that name is not my name, but I know he is calling me. Then, he saw that I ignored him and came to me, complaining. He came to me and asked me what was going on. As soon as his body touched me, I went back to the office.

"What do you mean, is it all true here?" What he told me seemed to be a dream. I have also had such a dream. However, I have no name in my dream.

"I had a dream." He retorted when he knew what I meant.

"Only this time?" I looked at him and then asked.

He said: "There are many more. It will appear day or night. Sometimes, it will appear when I'm eating. My wife looked at me and asked me what was wrong. At that time, I didn't have any reaction. I only told her afterwards that I was thinking about something about the company. However, my wife doesn't believe it very much.

Hearing him say about this situation, I can't help but worry about his family life. Because of this situation, I and I will not believe it.

"Didn't you tell your wife?" I didn't express my worries, but changed the question.

He shook his head gently. Then he asked me, "It's you, will you believe it?"

I thought about it, if Lao Fang had this reaction, he would believe it.

"I'm now afraid that my wife will leave me, and I'm afraid that this will happen at a meeting or on some important occasion." There was pain on his face.

I can understand his worries. His first worry is almost necessary in the future. I don't know why men don't want to tell their wives, but the more so, the easier it is to cause problems. However, in this case, I didn't persuade him. Seriously, it's useless to persuade. He has his ideas. His thoughts will not change much because of my persuasion.

"But it's okay. There hasn't been such a situation so far." He smiled bitterly.

"Who else have you told about this situation?" I continued to ask.

"Not much, Xiao Yan is one. But I didn't tell you much to her. He replied.

"Didn't you go to the doctor?" I then asked him.

"No!" The answer is very straightforward.

This answer is what I expected. Our inherent view is that our disease only appears in the body, not in the mind. This has nothing to do with the level of education.

"You said you could feel them? Can they feel you?" I continued to ask.

"I don't know about this. Maybe I can feel it. I think I was already on them at that time, so where will they go and should be on me? He replied.

I nodded. I don't know much about such a thing, and I can't even explain it clearly.

Next, we talked a lot. However, almost all the conversations focused on his problems.

He told me in detail about the things he encountered. Those feelings are so real that everything happens in real. In different worlds, he has different identities. After counting, he can count about a dozen worlds.

When talking about these things, the expression on his face was very calm. It seems to be telling a story, a movie without any emotion. At the end, he asked me half-jokingly, "Actually, I don't object to your use of a tape recorder?"

"Why?" I can't help but wonder. He has made it clear that he is against seeing a psychologist.

"Nothing. I just think that maybe you will be interested in it. He stared at me and smiled. The deep eyes made me feel that the temperature of the air conditioner in the cafe was a little low.

"I'm not used to that. I said, I'm not a doctor. We're just setting up a dragon gate together. I lowered my head and replied.

"But thank you for taking the time to listen to my story." After saying that, he stretched out his hand.

His hands are warm and powerful. I don't know if his hands are so warm when he thinks of those things?

In the end, he rushed to pay for my coffee and insisted on sending me back. All the performances are normal. I can't see anything he just described.

Come out of the cafe, the sun outside is very bright and bright. I looked at the pedestrians on the street, but I felt that the shadows of pedestrians had faded...