As She Wished

67

Fu Jingjing nodded: "So it's late autumn, what is worrying about you? Friends are dying?"

What did she mean by joking.

I didn't think she was really in a bad mood.

I discovered very early that what Qin Zijin said for the purpose of comforting others was basically unbelievable.

For example, Fu Jing was frustrated because she had done something wrong. After Qin Zijin knew about it, she would scold all the things she could scold, and blame the cause on something else.

Finally, it doesn't matter, I always do this wrong.

In fact, she never missed it once?.

Fu Jing picked up the cup and took a sip of tea.

Qin Zijin didn't smile, and said calmly: "This kind of thing that I expected? There will be no mood swings... No, I know that people are bound to die, but they still cry."

Fu Jing was stunned for a while, "Are you really in a bad mood?"

Qin Zijin pursed his lips and said nonchalantly, "I'm thinking about how to stay in the world of bliss forever?"

"I don't know what you are talking about," Fu Jing thought for a while, put down the tea cup, reached out? Picked up another bottle of wine, "I still? Drink with you at the bar."

She touched the wine bottle in her hand and suddenly seemed to be electrocuted.

I remembered that I once burned incense in front of the Buddha and said that I would not touch wine in this life.

"What's the matter?" Qin Zijin looked at her? "The expression is so strange."

"No……"

Fu Jing retracted his hand with a jealous expression, clutching his pillow, and said nothing.

I can’t talk to Qin Zijin about what I have been dreaming about recently.

Qin Zijin would be worried.

Will you think of a way? How can I take her to the psychiatric department?

Fu Jing knows that there is a mental illness called obsessive-compulsive illusion. There are not many related literatures, but she has learned a lot about it. Since there is no negative impact on daily life, it is equivalent to no harm, she doesn't care much.

In the living room? There was silence for a while.

Relatively speechless.

Qin Zijin curled his lips, showing a sad expression and said: "Really? Love is weak, you can hide your troubles from telling me."

After hesitating for a few seconds, Fu Jing obediently confessed the conversation with his father.

When it comes to? He wants to raise two other sons.

"Very good," Qin Zijin couldn't help but chuckle, "This is also? The way to solve things actively?. At least it is much better than those parents who are really incapable and can only threaten their children by jumping off the building."

The corner of Fu Jing's lips followed? Bend: "After being so comforted by you, I feel much better in my heart."

Qin Zijin: "...but I haven't started to console yet."

"Huh yo," Fu Jing's smile gradually deepened, "So, is there any good obedience behind?"

Qin Zijin thought about it?: "Maybe, do you still want to hear it?"

Fu Jing nodded repeatedly, and changed his sitting posture with a stiff back.

"Of course, I like to hear you talk about all kinds of great theories. You are obviously? A person of the same age, but you are like my mother. Listen? Listen? In the middle? I will forget what I am worried about. ."