Dow and Carbon-Based Monkey Breeding Guidelines

Chapter 826

Zhou Wenxing was not wearing the same clothes as when he first met Jania.His shirt and trousers were formal and tightly buttoned, not the kind of loose underwear he'd wear to bed, but he had clearly gone out without an umbrella or rain cape.Water droplets are falling from the tip of his hair in a series.Zhou Wenxing pushed the wet hair away from his forehead with the palm of his hand. At that moment, Jania felt that his eyes were shining with a yellowish light, but soon realized that it was just the reflection from the candlelight.

"I'll go for a walk." Zhou Wenxing said.

"I guess you would. Would you like to sit with the two of us?"

In fact, Jania felt that Zhou Wenxing should go upstairs to dry himself first.He must have caught a cold blowing the sea breeze so wet.But neither Zhou Wenxing nor Chi Labin seemed to take this seriously.Zhou Wenxing sat down a little far away from them, looking at the direction of the sea alone.

"The weather didn't make him happy," Chirabin said. "He's had trouble at sea before."

Jania nodded.What she thought in her heart was that if Zhou Wenxing went out to sea in his daytime outfit, of course something would happen.She asked a little puzzled, "Is he your psychiatrist?"

"Yes."

"He doesn't look very big. Does he have a license to practice?"

"You got me," Chilabin said. "Actually he didn't. But trust me, Jennifer, Zhou has a lot of experience. He works for me better than anyone with a license."

"He doesn't look like he's even finished college."

"Professional learning is beneficial." Chirabin said sincerely, "but modern psychology in general relies on scales, Jennifer, that whole set of data-based, actionable diagnostic criteria. People use experiments, models and Calculations to determine what's wrong with a patient, or how ill they are. This set of standards ensures that psychological work can be measured and validated—which is basically to say, more concerned with individual and group biases. But as a practical matter, if you want to specifically solve a problem for a patient, you may need a little more flexibility."

"You mean psychoanalysis?"

"Yes. Is that word familiar to you, Jennifer?"

"My mother said a lot of liars and megalomaniacs use that name to make wild guesses."

"But it's there, isn't it? Reliable or not, it's a genre, and it's still used clinically. You're right, though. When one person analyzes another He uses his own experience when he is in the mental state of the patient. If he is far away from the patient's thoughts and experiences, and he does not have enough experience and understanding, then of course the conclusions he draws are biased. Yes, this is a serious problem. problems, both for patients and for industry. But if you want to untangle a person, no matter how much scales and tests can help you, you ultimately have to know for yourself what that person is thinking.”

Jania turned her head to look at Zhou Wenxing.She still couldn't see anything about the dark-haired young man who looked like a counselor or a doctor.Compared with the time during the day, he seemed to be in a certain melancholy mood at this moment.Chi Labin didn't look like a person with mental problems, she thought, but Zhou Wenxing was more like that.He wasn't with Chirabin during the day, was it because Chirabin was still resting in the hotel?It is not surprising that people who are engaged in art often have their schedules upside down, and their nerves are active in the dead of night.

Chirabin pressed his fingers to the tip of his nose.In the light of the fire, his shadowed face became mysterious.He said, "Jennifer, Zhou has a gift for sniffing other people's minds."

"Mind reading?"

"No, no, it's a completely different story. Have you heard the story of the pet saving the owner? On a certain day, the owner found that his dog suddenly became depressed and sad, or barked at himself for no reason. The vigilant owner went to the hospital for a physical examination, only to find that he had cancer, and almost missed the best opportunity for treatment-dogs use their sense of smell to detect problems. It can even smell what kind of cancer you have As for Zhou, he has a similar talent for sniffing out mental illness from people's words and deeds. The more he talks to patients and the longer he stays with them, the more he can understand the details of the illness. The details can be scary."

When Chirabin said these words, his tone sounded solemn, as if he took it seriously.However, for some reason, he gave the outside world the impression of being so relaxed and lazy.The more serious he was, the more it looked like a bumbling joke.He also compared Zhou Wenxing to a pet dog, which made Jania feel a little funny, wondering if she should believe him.

"You mean," she said, "that he is very caring? Very attentive and sensitive?"

"Not everyone, Jennifer. Like I said earlier, Zhou is good at detecting people with certain psychological problems. It's like... well, do you play any sports? You look like an athletic person. "

"I play basketball."

"It's not a bad fight, is it?"

"I don't think it's bad."

"That's right. So, when you see that kind of sports promotional film-the kind of film where various sports clips are edited together for more than ten seconds, do you pay special attention to the clips about basketball? I bet you Yes. And you will also see how this person plays and what position he plays. If this person happens to play in the same position as you, you will compare this person with your own skills. If this You don't forget people who play very well. And it's only a matter of ten seconds... Among the countless events you have experienced throughout the day, you happen to be able to remember such a person who has nothing to do with you .Isn’t it amazing? You have a supernatural probing of things you’re interested in. It’s not mysterious. It’s the same for Zhou.”

"But," Jania didn't let him go, "basketball is a very common hobby."

"what do you mean?"

"Mental illness is not a hobby."

"It's hard to say, Jennifer, it's hard to say. There are many different factors here. Some people think it's cool, it's seeking power and respect in the alternative; some people are spiritual pica, which is Speaking of eating other people's wounds as your own—but neither of these has anything to do with Zhou. His talent comes from experience. Having said that, I don't know if it's appropriate to go on with your story, Jennifer. This It involves his personal privacy. Zhou, do you mind if I talk to this little girl about your early life experience?"

Chirabin turned his face to the corner.Only then did Zhou Wenxing seem to turn his attention back from the sea behind the night.He glanced at Jania indifferently, as if looking into the void behind her.

"It's okay not to talk about it," Jania said.She noticed that Zhou Wenxing's mood was in a faint and ethereal state, and that was quite a personal thing.For all the oddities of the young man, she didn't have to force herself to dig into a stranger's heart.The night wind made her feet cold, and this rainy night's wonderful adventure was long enough.

She was about to get up and go back to her room to sleep.But at this moment, Zhou Wenxing's mind seemed to have finally returned from the stormy sea.His eyes became calm and a smile appeared on his face.Then he said in standard Chinese: "It's okay, I'd like to talk about it."

Jania's heels twirled in the slippers.Chirabin didn't seem to think it was weird at all, and continued in his English, which Jania sounded pretty standard: "Excellent. Would you like to do it yourself? Or me? I'd love to do it." stories, but certainly not as well known as you yourself."

"Let me tell you." Zhou Wenxing said, "You are a good storyteller."

"Okay, okay. Would you like to add something to me? When you think it's necessary?"

"I'll tell."

As the traveling companions converse in their respective languages, Jania's eyes follow the speaker, as if watching a ping-pong game.This is really hell, she thought to herself, what's the matter with these two?Is that how they talk on weekdays?What if she interjected into their conversation in German?
"Zhou was born in an ancient place," Chilabin said, shaking his head. "In a remote village, his mother was abandoned by her biological parents, and later adopted by scavengers in the mountains. She learned a lot during her career as a scavenger. Identifying herbs, which later proved to be very useful. But she also suffered some hardships, which was very sad. We won’t talk about the details. In short, she had a child during that period, And she decided to give birth to him and raise him alone. So she looked for a stable job everywhere, and finally a famous local family took her in and asked her to do some simple work in the herb garden. So she The position of maid remained there. She gave birth to the child, of course, which was Zhou. The poor girl has been a mother ever since, but never experienced love until she fell in love with another who worked in the family. butler……"

"It's not a servant." Zhou Wenxing said, "He's a martial arts teacher."

"Ah, yes, that's right. Sorry I keep getting this mixed up. Zhou is right, Jennifer, that man is a martial arts teacher who specializes in teaching the eldest son of that family. From the perspective of our civilized society, of course He is also a salaried laborer, but it is a bit different in Zhou's hometown. There, the 'private tutor' is considered to have a special relationship with the students, a power relationship between elders and younger generations. So you see , he is a bit different from the ordinary manservant. And Zhou's mother fell in love with this martial arts teacher, and unfortunately - or it can be said to be very lucky - the former wife of this martial arts teacher's beloved passed away. Do you know how she died, Zhou?"

"Murder." Zhou Wenxing said indifferently, "At that time they thought she was murdered by a ghost."

"Oh, yes. Don't be so surprised, Jennifer. There are places in the world so different from ours that there are countless people who believe in ghosts for murder. Anyway, the poor woman is dead, and all that's left is Her heartbroken husband and a sickly son. He was obviously sad for a while, and it wasn't fake, because he almost died of illness himself. But Zhou's mother cared for him patiently during those days , almost painstakingly. Some time after that, they became husband and wife, and their two children became brothers. You may guess that the family will not be harmonious, and the husband will neglect the ex-wife's children for the new wife, Or the wife can't forgive the husband for still thinking about the old love. But, at least on the surface, this new family loves each other. The wife takes care of the two children carefully and equally, especially one of them is sick. Your brother always Need medicine, Zhou? Is he very ill?"

"Fever and hallucinations." Zhou Wenxing replied, "When you are weakest, you can't see anything."

"You didn't mention that. You mean he was blind for a while?"

"He can't see normal things. Everything looks completely different to him, and that makes him completely unable to communicate with the outside world. He can only stay in the house and recuperate."

"How did you explain his illness?" Chilabin asked.His voice was so interested that he seemed to have forgotten that it was he who was telling Jennifer the story.

"He was disturbed by a ghost."

"Do you guys use that excuse often? I mean, the locals like to use ghosts to explain their problems?"

"Not often. But it happens for a reason."

"Perhaps you would like to elaborate more?"

Zhou Wenxing smiled slightly.It seemed to express helplessness to Chirabin's curiosity.But Jania always felt that his expression was vain, like a sheet of paper covering his face.His eyes, illuminated by the candlelight, were full of indifference.When he spoke, it sounded like he was talking about something that had nothing to do with him.

"A gang of thieves came in when the family was out," he said. "Those thieves had unusual faces and were frightening to see, so the servants at home thought they were ghosts. He was found in the garden, just when the hunters had returned, and they took him as a hostage. When the two sides confronted each other, the eldest son of the family shot the leading robber with a bow and arrow, and rescued him from them. It came down. But by then his throat had been slit and the blood was bleeding, and I couldn't help him stop it."

"But he survived."

"It cost a lot." Zhou Wenxing said, "He kept having a fever and having nightmares. I barely slept for a month."

"You are in charge of taking care of him?"

"My mother was also injured and needed help cooking medicine every day."

"You and your brother have a good relationship, right?" Chilabin asked, "Did he take care of you? When he was healthy?"

"Yes. He taught me a lot about herbs and spices. Sometimes, when my mother wasn't available to watch over us, he would cook and clean the house."

Chilabin chuckled, sounding almost nervous.Jania looked at him inexplicably, not understanding what was funny in the story.Although everything Zhou Wenxing said was absurd, there was nothing wrong with getting along with brothers.At least Jania felt nothing. She also had elder brothers who lived in other families. When Yu Qingshu had no time to take care of them, her elder brothers would go to the kitchen to get some vegetable pancakes and fried chicken nuggets.Thinking of this, Jania wiggled her toes again. She was praying that there would be no robbers in the African rainforest.

"Is there anything else he does?" Chirabin seemed fascinated by the dull topic, "I mean, since his father works for that family, doesn't that mean he'll have some work too? "

"No heavy work. He's the son of a martial arts teacher, so that's different from a normal manservant. But he does do a little work too. Maintaining bows and weapons in the training grounds. He also helps in the garden, which is He wants to."

"Does he like gardens?"

Zhou Wenxing did not answer this question.He looked at the sea again, and said to himself: "After his illness relapsed, I have been taking care of him. At first, I followed my mother's method, and later found that his biological mother left some folk remedies. I learned them all. Come over and use them all. In the process of treating him, I found that I was constantly understanding what he saw. When I speculated about what he saw, I began to realize that some people echoed him He will attract certain people, and certain people will go to him. At first, I only had a general idea of ​​what kind of people would go to him. Gradually, I only need to watch him talk to someone once, and I can Know the characteristics of this person. In the end, there is no need for him to appear, and I can tell the difference by myself. It can be said that I have no interest in mental illness, but I was trained unconsciously That's all. Because my brother has a special ability, and this ability seems to have been transmitted to me."

He turned his face and looked directly at Jania.

"He was always calling for those who would be useful to him," he said, "the ones with broken hearts. The ones who couldn't appreciate the joy of life. The ones who are constantly struggling to live—the ones who can only look at death in one direction." .”

(End of this chapter)