imperial psychologist

Chapter 627 My Puzzle
Bo Ling blinked and let out a very soft "um...", as if thinking about how to answer Ai Songqing's question.

Ai Songqing seemed to have already got the answer, she sighed softly, then lowered her head, put her side face on Bo Ling's table, and looked at Bo Ling with a bit of envy.

"Does Songqing want to leave here?" Bo Ling asked softly.

Ai Songqing's eyes were a bit sad - this was the second time Bo Ling asked himself this question.

Yes, of course I do.

Dream about it.

But after going out, what can you do?

"I don't know either." Ai Songqing whispered.

Bo Ling smiled, and went to write the lyrics again.

Ai Songqing's eyes followed Bo Ling's pen tip, moving slowly on the table.

"I had a dream during lunch break with Niannian at noon today," Ai Songqing said softly, "I dreamed that you left a letter and left."

Bo Ling didn't stop writing, but asked, "What did I say in the letter?"

"There is nothing in the letter, just a piece of blank paper." Ai Songqing's voice faded, "I was a little scared when I woke up, worried that there was really an envelope on the table, and worried that you had really left."

"I may indeed not stay here forever." Bo Ling replied calmly.

Ai Songqing slowly sat up straight, "Where are you going? When are you leaving?"

"It's still a matter of nothing." Bai Ling smiled, "At least you should sort out these things in your hands first."

Ai Songqing lay down on the table again, and resumed the previous posture.

After a while, she looked at Bo Ling again.

"...Why did Bo Ling do these things?" She murmured, "It's very troublesome."

"It's okay." Bo Ling said softly, "It's quite interesting."

"Where is it interesting?"

"Hmm..." Bai Ling raised her head and thought about it seriously. After a while, she suddenly turned around, "Did I ever tell you that I have an older brother?"

Ai Songqing nodded.

Speaking of Bai Yi, a faint smile appeared on Bai Ling's face again.

"I talked to him about war a few years ago. Unlike most people, he is extremely anti-war." Berlin said softly, "He felt that there were no heroes on the battlefield, only ridiculous sacrifices. He was And talk to me about Russell—”

"Russell?"

"A sage who is well-known among us." Bo Ling said softly.

Ai Songqing nodded and continued to listen to Bo Ling.

"He was talking to me about Russell at the time. He said that there was a war outside, and an old woman saw Russell but didn't join the army, so she went up to him and asked him, boy, other young people are trying to defend our civilization—"

Bo Ling stopped, she didn't know how to explain the word "civilization" to Ai Songqing.

"Prosperous culture and education?" Ai Songqing said by himself.

"Yeah." Bo Ling nodded, "Almost, other young people have gone to the front line to defend these splendid cultures, and you are huddled here alone, don't you feel ashamed?
"As a result, Russell replied, I am the kind of 'civilization' they want to defend."

Ai Songqing also burst out laughing, "...what a sage, I think he is afraid of death."

Bo Ling also laughed, "He didn't make it clear at the time, but I think he somewhat wanted to say that he, too, would never go to war."

"It's justifiable." Ai Songqing said in a low voice, "If it wasn't for the lack of food at home, or being arrested as a young man, who would want to go to the front line?"

Bai Ling's eyes fell on the paper, she gently pinched the bridge of her nose, closed her eyes, and let her dry eyes rest for a while.

"But where is my brother now?" Bai Ling smiled, "...I also got news about him some time ago, I thought he would go back to his hometown with my father, or go to some peaceful place to stay... ..."

"Huh?" Ai Songqing looked at Bo Ling's expression curiously.

"But the two of them have gone to the northern border." Bai Ling replied softly, "He, my father, has gone to the northern border."

Ai Songqing was stunned there.

"It's autumn now, the two doctors, what are they going to do in the north? To enjoy the scenery of the north, thousands of miles of ice, thousands of miles of snow?" Bai Ling shook his head with a smile, "I don't know whose idea this is , but I know that if he is really stubborn, my father will definitely not be able to hold him back."

"Why?" Ai Songqing asked, "Will your father speak better?"

Bo Ling glanced at Ai Songqing and said with a smile, "...not at all. Both of them are very stubborn. When the stubbornness comes up, ten cows can't pull it back."

"That……"

"My father is sure I can't beat my brother." Bai Ling smiled, "If my brother really doesn't want to go north, he can tie my father with hemp rope and throw it in the car. He can always take it with him." Running."

Ai Songqing was stunned by this explanation.

Bo Ling folded his hands behind his head and slowly breathed a sigh of relief, "I was also thinking about Russell a few days ago.

"Someone once asked him, if the following conversation can be preserved in the world, even after 1000 years, people can still read what happened today, then, is there anything he wants to tell future generations.

"Russell said two things at the time. One was about wisdom, and the other was about morality. I don't remember the specific words, but the general idea is: people who do research should be loyal to the facts, and the truth to which the facts point—no matter which Whether the truth appears to be socially beneficial, shocking, or contrary to his beliefs;

"And the one about morality is that if we want to live in this world together, and not perish together, then I should learn to tolerate all kinds of dissent, because the place we live in is changing day by day. close together, the flames of enmity and hatred, once ignited, will burn everyone."

Ai Songqing frowned slightly, listening quietly.

Berlin's words seemed to come from another distant time and space, with a certain brilliant and unrealistic romance.

"It's actually hard for me to imagine that a person like my brother would take the initiative to go to such a dangerous place. Before we entered the palace, he didn't even want to touch medical skills, he just wanted to be a cook with peace of mind."

Bo Ling said softly, "I guess, he may also have encountered some problems, so that he had to find new answers."

After briskly speaking such a long paragraph, Bo Ling stretched out his hand and placed it on his heart.

"They have made their choice, so I should make mine." Bai Ling said softly, "For me now, meeting is not an imminent thing. I have to think clearly about what I want In what capacity, live on."

Bo Ling paused for a moment, and the smile on his face gradually became quieter.

"In what capacity... to live on." Ai Songqing repeated this sentence in a low voice.

What kind of question is this?

Bo Ling looked at Ai Songqing, "...I think I am very close to the solution of this puzzle now."

(End of this chapter)