imperial psychologist

Chapter 674 Actually, I Want To Be A Wenqing

"Forget it, right," Li Yiru scratched his head, "I feel like I don't understand anything yet, why are we getting engaged."

Mu Cheng glanced at him, "What else do you need to know about getting married?"

"When we get married, my mother is going to urge her to hug her grandson. In fact, she started nagging before we got married." Li Yiru put his hands on the back of his head and looked at the moon in the sky. Are you in Shuzhou? Every day, I either eat melon seeds for my mother or squeeze my shoulders and beat my back—”

Bai Ling smiled, "Maybe your father will enjoy it?"

"That's my father's business, I don't want to do that," the young man answered righteously, but soon sighed again, with a gloomy look on his brows, "I actually wanted to find an answer when I came out to travel this time."

"what is the answer?"

"That's what I said just now," the young man's voice softened a little, "What will I do with my life. I haven't thought about it, so I can't get married, or I will be tied up at home in the future."

Mu Cheng and Bo Ling didn't speak for a moment, but each smiled.

"I just said that I envy those two imperial physicians, and I really mean it," Li Yiru said solemnly, "If I can finally find a career that will keep me alive until my death, I would rather lose 20 years of my life... 30 years!"

"When you find it, you can't wait to borrow another 500 years from the sky." Bai Ling laughed.

"The problem is that I haven't found it yet," Li Yiru sighed, "I've always wanted to be like my great-grandfather, traveling all over the world, recording the customs and customs..."

Mu Cheng looked at him, "Isn't this very good? You are traveling now."

The boy shook his head, and said with difficulty after a long time, "But I don't know how to write articles—the writing power of what I write now is not comparable to that of my great-grandfather."

Bo Ling suddenly let out a sigh of sudden realization—she finally understood why Li Yiru carried a pen and paper with him.

But along the way, she and Mu Cheng didn't seem to see Li Yiru write anything.

"What about your article?" Bo Ling smiled, "Let us read it?"

"I haven't written it seriously yet." Li Yiru was a little shy, "My great-grandfather has basically written about the famous mountains and rivers in the south of the Great Zhou—some of them have been written several times. Pearls and jades are the first, and I..."

"I have to write," Mu Cheng continued, "I don't grasp the pen, but I also know the truth of the first time and the second time. As I write, the pen will improve."

Li Yiru scratched his head again, "No."

"Not what?" Bo Ling looked at him.

Li Yiru tightened the reins in his hand, "I also want to start writing, but every time I write a few sentences, I feel that what I write is a running account, and the more I write, the more I feel that I probably really have no talent.

"Of course I know that writing skills need to be practiced, but now when I think about writing down something, I feel irritable and sad..."

Li Yiru supported his forehead, "I don't want to write anything when I feel this kind of emotion."

"Yeah." Bo Ling nodded, "I understand the truth, but I can't do it... It's really tormenting."

Mu Cheng smiled, "It is said that there are talents in martial arts and writing, but those who become famous in the end may not all be geniuses. They have some 'stupid skills', so they can't do it."

Li Yiru nodded in agreement, he let out a long breath, to a certain extent, he agreed with Mucheng's words from the bottom of his heart.

But - still can't do it.

Li Yiru scratched his head, wanting to quickly end the topic, "In the final analysis, it's because I can't bear hardships."

"Actually, many people will be like this," Bo Ling said with a smile on the side, "It's like not having to raise personal character."

Li Yiru waved his hand, "...Songqing doesn't need to comfort me, I know my own temperament too well."

"I really want to comfort you, but what I'm telling you is the truth," Bai Ling said softly, "I know it's good to go to bed early and get up early, and I know it's good to study diligently...but I just can't do it, isn't this normal for ordinary people. "

Li Yiru just wanted to speak, but swallowed the words in his heart.

It is true that this is indeed the normal state of an ordinary person... But the problem may be that he is unwilling and unwilling to be an ordinary person.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have sneaked here from Shuzhou, and even set off to the north.

However, this point is not reconciled, and Li Yiru can't say anything now.

"Speaking of the "Psychological Handouts", I read some when I was in Pingjing," Bo Ling continued, "There are some descriptions of this kind of procrastination in it, and I think it's quite interesting."

"Huh?" Li Yiru looked over.

"When you think of something you don't want to do—even if you haven't started doing it yet," Burling tapped his head, "the painful feeling is already here."

—Just thinking about something you don’t want to do activates the pain-related areas of the brain.

But this generation, there is really no way to explain it in detail.

Bo Ling continued, "It is human instinct to avoid pain, just as if you accidentally reached out and touched boiling water or a burning candle wick, you retracted your hand without even thinking about it.

"It's this kind of avoidance that caused the delay," Bo Ling said softly, "so you can't explain why, but you suddenly don't want to write, and you don't want to write anymore, and you want to run away.

"This kind of 'no brain' avoidance is of course beneficial, it can allow you to avoid many dangers unintentionally," Bo Ling stretched out his hand and gestured, "You can't have your hands soaked in boiling water, and you still have to Think, 'Oh, because this is boiling water, and boiling water will burn me, so I'm going to put my hand back', right?

"Otherwise, by the time you realize it, your whole hand might be scalded."

Li Yiru looked at his hands with a smile.

Berlin went on to say, "But in writing—not only writing, but in many more complicated tasks, you need to cut off this brainless circuit and realize why you chose avoid.

"Instead of pondering over and over again, 'Why can others do it but I can't', 'Am I not able to endure hardship', 'Am I useless'."

Bo Ling also looked at the boy.

"...because all this self-chewing will only make you feel more painful, and it will also make your shoulders heavier that have nothing to do with the task-moderate pressure is beneficial, but if you carry too much, too heavy, People can't go far."

Li Yiru felt a little understanding, but a little incomprehensible. It was the first time he heard such comfort.

"Then... should I?" Li Yiru asked softly.

"The way to 'get rid of procrastination' is actually very simple, that is to 'do it now', start writing something first, and write something every day," Bo Ling said softly, "because 'thinking' and 'doing' are different, When you actually start doing these things, the previous pain will slowly disappear.

"Having that 'winning experience', things start to get easier.

"Of course more importantly, it makes you realize that certain thoughts are fleeting. It doesn't affect your actions - no one or anything is really stopping you.

"Aware of this, one can break free from the barriers that bind oneself and allow oneself to form new habits."

"... Will it?" Li Yiru asked with a frown.

"Yes," Bo Ling tilted his head slightly, "You try?"

(End of this chapter)