Being a wise man, I am serious

Chapter 231 Schizophrenia
The psychological counselor of Xiangcheng.com Writers Association is Jiang Jian'an, 28 years old, a graduate student majoring in psychology in 985 College.

After graduation, because of his super ability, he not only opened a psychological counseling room, but also had spare time to write web articles.

It's just that the performance of online writing is not outstanding, and it is still in the exploratory stage.

"Xiao Jiang? Are you there?"

"Yes, what advice does Secretary Qin have?" Jiang Jianan asked.

"I can't talk about counseling. If I have something to ask, I would like to ask you to take the time to give a psychological counseling to the little friends in the writer's village. Are you free?" Qin Xiong.

"No problem, I always remember that when I first wrote a manuscript, I put the opening article in the group, and everyone had various opinions, full of sincerity, and they were of great help to me..." Jiang Jianan.

"Okay, then when you are free, come directly to the Writer's Village. You know the address. You will be reimbursed for the travel expenses, and you can also give some of the lecture fees as you see fit. Just give me a discount." Qin Xiong said.

"No discounts, all free, I am also very honored to be able to do something for the association. At most, after the lecture is over, the association will send me a tweet on the official account to promote it a little bit." Jiang Jianan said.

"You can have this, thank you very much." Qin Xiong said.

"I have something to do tomorrow, how about the morning of the day after tomorrow?" Jiang Jian'an was straightforward and resolute.

"Okay, how about ten o'clock? If it's too early, some night owls will find it difficult to get up." Qin Xiong.

"No problem, it's settled like this, see you the day after tomorrow." Jiang Jian'an.

"Looking forward to it, see you the day after tomorrow, thank you." Qin Xiong said.

After finishing the communication, Qin Xiong confessed a few more words to Tang Qingya, and after she left, he could finally lie down with peace of mind.

When there was no Writer's Village before, Qin Xiong would feel tired after finishing the manuscript, but he would usually take a two-day rest and recover quickly.

But after having a writer's village, even if he can take a break from his busy schedule, he often feels tired. It seems that as long as he opens his eyes every day, there are a lot of things waiting for him.

He didn't know if Tang Qingya would feel this way, but this ubiquitous pressure made him feel unspeakably uncomfortable and wanted to escape.

After lying on the bed in the study for an unknown how long, Qin Xiong got up helplessly, but still couldn't fall asleep.

He doesn't want to code, doesn't want to do business, and doesn't want to chat with women. Qin Xiong is now in a rather depressed state.

Therefore, Qin Xiong directly opened the game he often played.

Familiar music, familiar picture, after entering, but can't see the familiar players.

The friend list is gray, and there are a few rare highlights, I don’t know when they were added, I don’t know them at all, and I have never chatted with them.

Games that were once so popular have gradually declined after all. More and more people are playing mobile games, while fewer and fewer people are playing end-games. When the era eliminates people, it has always been silent.

However, perhaps relying on fingers to code words every day, Qin Xiong is very disgusted with playing games on his mobile phone, and he doesn't have the energy.

Every time there are too many code words, his fingers will hurt, and it is too late to take care of his fingers, so he dare not use mobile games to harm the guy who eats himself.

Qin Xiong thought about it, and decided to download a new online game - Nishuihan.

I heard that this is a world that can breathe, and even breathing costs money, but Qin Xiong is actually not short of money now, what he lacks is happiness.

Ten minutes later, the game is downloading.

Twenty minutes later, the game is downloading.

An hour later, the game was still being downloaded, and what was even more exaggerated, it had already begun to prompt him that his solid-state drive was running out of memory.

This wait directly turned off Qin Xiong and others.

In a rage, he directly deleted the unfinished game.

Walking out of the study room, it was still hot outside as usual, but Qin Xiong's heart gradually calmed down.

Everything here is built by him with his own time and money.

Seeing these, it is as if I saw my hard and busy days, from only one foundation, to the erection of three houses, and then to the surrounding supporting facilities, which have been enriched and perfected little by little.

From these aspects, he has actually gained a lot, which was beyond his imagination in the bad marriage state before.

I can’t move freely, I have to cook and take care of the baby to do housework every day, I am often scolded by my wife, have almost no income, speak softly, do things carefully, have no sense of existence and value, and always feel like I am living like a waste...

But now, this former nonsense, he has successfully obtained the appointment of the great god, successfully become a well-known writer, successfully built a writer's village, and successfully divorced, regaining his freedom and new life.

It seems that unconsciously, he has changed from an insignificant ant to a controller of his own destiny. This kind of transformation should be enough for anyone to be proud and proud of, right?

But why, do I always feel that there is something missing in my heart?

His current strength is not too weak. Although the situation is far inferior to those patriotic scientists and national heroes, he is at least using his own way to contribute to society and the industry. Why is he still unhappy?

At this moment, he seemed to see someone downstairs.

Qin Xiong took a closer look, it was so late, Jiang Ren was still walking with Feng Xiaoman, as if he had just returned from Dazhou Lake.

"Damn it, is this the so-called surviving a catastrophe, there will be future blessings? I threw myself into the pond once and suddenly learned to love?" Standing on the top of the building, looking down at everything, Qin Xiong felt like a flash of lightning flashed in his heart.

Yes, his career has become increasingly stable and on the right track, but his family life is still a mess.

Although Tang Qingya is pretty, she still can't meet the requirements of IKEA in his heart, and he has no plans to remarry at present.

Although Yueying is virtuous enough and loves him enough, it can't make him have the courage to easily step into the siege of marriage.

As for Ji Weiyang, although this little girl is interested in him, he doesn't want to harm her.

There must be a gap between divorced and unmarried. He didn't want to use his maturity and tolerance to stimulate the growth of a young girl, and that would be unfair to her.

Sure enough, there is no perfect love in this world.

Red roses and white roses have their own merits, young girls and mature young women also have their own charms. Greed is the nature of human beings, but morality is the yardstick of human beings.

Happiness and pain are often just in one thought.

Qin Xiong had a lot of thoughts in his mind, which was very chaotic. He stared at the deep night sky, and was suddenly enveloped by a huge loneliness.

In the universe, human beings are small and lonely. Is there really intelligent life in the solar system, the Milky Way, the extragalactic galaxy, and the vast universe?

The night is like ink, but Qin Xiong's thoughts are shining brightly.

His thoughts flew farther and farther, and suddenly he felt severe pain in his brain, and then, vaguely, as if he saw countless himself beside him.

Proud, indifferent, brave, kind, enthusiastic, timid, cowardly, vicious...

Countless selves were flying in front of his eyes, and he waved his hand subconsciously, as if he could touch them, but also as if he didn't touch anything.

Suddenly, a chill rose from Qin Xiong's feet.

"I...couldn't be schizophrenic?"

(End of this chapter)