imperial psychologist

Chapter 495
This hunger strike protest was directly declared a failure in the early morning of this day - except for the first four girls who did not take the bowl, everyone after that got up one after another, holding the bowl in their hands to pick up the vegetable paste as usual.

On the way out to work, Ai Songqing still followed Bo Ling, and the two were taken to the tall building yesterday, climbed to the top floor with a wooden bucket and a rag, and then started working under the watchful eyes of the turtle's claws.

Ai Songqing kept looking at the situation in Boling from the corner of his eye, and felt that Boling was doing his work without distraction. When he was lying on the ground and wiping the corner of the table, he was even humming a little song...

This surprised Ai Songqing.

With two people working together, things are done very quickly.

I don't know if it was because of what happened in the morning, but the turtle claws guarding them today were not particularly embarrassing, and threw their steamed buns over as soon as noon came.

The two sat down in the corner, and Bo Ling took out a handkerchief from his sleeve, "I left two for the morning fried rice, do you want it?"

"Ah..." Ai Songqing froze for a moment, "Thank you."

"I wanted to give you one this morning, but in front of everyone, it seems to be a bit of hatred for you."

After Bai Ling finished speaking, he swallowed the other in one gulp, and continued inarticulately, "...It's just that it's cold now, so it doesn't taste so good."

Ai Songqing bowed his head and took a sip, only to find that the bottom and skin of the fried rice were very thick, which was completely different from the ones he had eaten in the past.

Although the taste is much worse, compared to what I have eaten in the past few days... the taste of this stuffed meat really makes my heart tremble.

"Bai Ling... aren't you afraid?" Ai Songqing couldn't help asking again.

"Ok?"

"You did that this morning..." Ai Songqing whispered, "They... will isolate you."

Bai Ling swallowed the raw pancakes, and began to lower his head to tear the old steamed buns that were as hard as iron in his hands.

She didn't look up, but asked suddenly, "Have Song Qing read some collections or memorabilia of stories written about places like prisoner-of-war camps?"

"A prisoner-of-war camp?" Ai Songqing shook his head, "No."

Bai Ling sighed softly, "I read a book once, and there was a piece of advice in it, I still remember it..."

Ai Songqing calmed down, waiting earnestly for Bo Ling's next words.

"I don't remember the original sentence clearly, but the general idea is 'If possible, you must shave every day, whether it is with a sharp knife or glass, or even exchange your last morsel of food for a shaving blade. '"

Bo Ling looked at Ai Songqing, "Can Songqing guess why?"

Ai Songqing frowned slightly.

"Shaving..." she said with some uncertainty, "Is it in accordance with etiquette...?"

Burling shook his head.

"That is, I don't want to make life too hard, so I always shave my face and keep it in mind."

Bo Ling burst out laughing, but still shook his head.

Song Qing made a few more guesses, and Bo Ling denied them one by one. She finally sighed and said, "Let me reveal the answer, to make people look younger."

"……younger?"

"Yes, shaving every day can make people look younger and able to work." Bai Ling said softly, "It says in the book that if one day you get blisters on the soles of your feet and make you look like you're walking with a limp, The enemy saw it, and the next day they sent you to the gas chambers—well, a way of executing useless prisoners of war.

"That's why they have to shave every day and work with their backs straight. This is the only way for them to survive."

Bo Ling rubbed his hands together to remove the starch sticking to his fingertips.

"Who do you think is the biggest threat to me right now, the girls who live in the same house?"

Ai Songqing thought for a moment, and just about to speak, Bo Ling had already continued.

"Obviously not.

"Now people are being killed...we are all fish." She said softly, "I saved so many people from the whip this morning, and begged for an extra bowl of vegetable paste... Even if they didn't understand at the time, wait here After a few more days of work, I should understand."

"... Understand what?" Ai Songqing was still a little confused.

"Know where your way out is."

Ai Songqing was still a little puzzled, but at this moment she was sure of one thing - Bo Ling didn't seem to really care much about the things she had been nervous about all morning.

What Berlin is watching seems to be something higher and more distant.

What it is, Ai Songqing still can't see clearly for the time being, she can't help but sigh, "I'm still a little worried..."

"Don't worry about being isolated, I'm not with them," Bo Ling said softly, "And even if everything you worry about happens, it's not considered isolation."

Ai Songqing was stunned for a moment, "...what is that?"

"It's reverse screening." Bai Ling glanced at Ai Songqing and smiled, "Didn't you be screened out by me?"

"I...?" Ai Songqing was a little surprised, and when he came back to his senses, he waved his hand and said, "I'm stupid, I can't help much."

"Are you stupid, I don't think so," Bo Ling said softly, "I chatted with Song Qing last night, and I felt that you probably have read a lot of books... you are not quite the same as your sister."

"...No, no." Ai Songqing shook his head instinctively, "I just saw it superficially, and it's not a good idea."

"Does that play the piano?" Boling asked again, "Or some other musical instrument."

"That's right... I only know a little bit." Ai Songqing replied truthfully, "When I was young, my family hired a master, so I have roughly learned pipa and Yaoqin, and I can also know a little bit of piccolo."

Bo Ling was stunned for a moment, and then laughed.

She stretched out her hand and gestured, "Is the 'a little bit' in your sentence the same as the 'a little bit' you just said that you have only read a little book?"

Ai Songqing laughed, and didn't know how to answer for a moment.

Bo Ling propped his face sideways, "I'm envious, I don't know how to do these things."

Ai Songqing tilted her head slightly, and only regarded Bo Ling's "no" as a humble resignation, although she still doesn't know the origin of Bo Ling... But thinking about it, as long as there is a family background, the piano, chess, calligraphy and painting will always be Pick one to learn.

What's more, a girl who is as generous and calm as Bai Ling in conversation, again, must be from a down-and-out family.

There was a moment of silence between the two, only the midday sun was slowly falling, warm and warm, making one want to feel lazy.

Bo Ling leaned back, adjusted the angle a little, put his back against the wall completely, then put his feet straight under today's sun, and finally stretched out quite extravagantly.

Ai Songqing turned her head and just looked at Bo Ling.

"What's wrong?" Bo Ling touched his face.

"I always feel that you are living very comfortably here..." Ai Songqing laughed, "Is it my illusion?"

Bo Ling also laughed, and she raised her head, looking at the brilliant sky in the distance.

"It's not an illusion," she said with a smile, "It's really comfortable to stay here."

(End of this chapter)