Chapter 73 Selfish Freedom
Zhai Yang couldn't understand why his agreement was suddenly unilaterally torn up, and who instigated her.
Thinking of this, he called Cui Jing. Just as he was about to call, he received a call from his father: the old man asked him to agree to a divorce. Zhai Yang was a little surprised after hearing this. He was no longer obsessed with having a grandson?
After understanding the reason, he was even more confused as to why more people were interfering in his marriage. However, he still said without any resistance, "Okay, didn't you disagree with me when I asked for a divorce?"
He agreed readily, and Zhai Xiekang asked unwillingly: "Are you really not interested in women? Are you not bisexual? You haven't touched Jingjing before."
Zhai Yang didn't want to answer this question.
He recalled the overly intimate encounters with Jingjing, and he felt that he must be bisexual. He was suddenly confused, why would he still have such a grudge against men's sexual intercourse if he was bisexual?
In Zhai Xiekang's eyes, Zhai Yang's silence explained a lot of problems. Few men would joke about this issue. The truth was that his son was not honest with women.
Zhai Xiekang was disheartened, but not completely. The world was divided. The person who was entangled with his son was a Beta. He felt that she was half a woman. "Since you like that man, and now it's like this, you're divorced, and he's a Beta, it's better to settle down as soon as possible."
"Grandpa means to bring the child back some other day."
"Okay." Zhai Yang hung up the phone and opened Feng Chen's tutorial on the computer.
Nanny-level tutorial.
You need to prepare glycerin, a hose with a valve clamp. If there is no valve clamp, you can manually fold the hose. The liquid can be soapy water or saline. (Review, thank you, nothing to write.)
A little queasy.
Zhai Yang exited the interface to calm down.
He could only accept a spiritual platonic relationship with Xue Yiji, perhaps this was a manifestation of his asexual tendencies.
He opened his phone and searched for relevant literature. He had looked up a lot of information when he first discovered that he liked Xue Yiji, but he didn't have a deeper understanding and had forgotten some of the definitions of the words he had looked up.
At this moment, he happened to see a simple and crude way to identify whether he was a female copper.
Zhai Yang:?
Curious but finished watching.
Probably because he was annoyed by some straight women, the poster said something rude and revealing: "Just let's see if you can accept licking."
He learned from it and thought of the way gays can distinguish: see if you can accept bananas or health plants.
Zhai Yang thought he had no obsessive-compulsive tendencies, but at this moment he just wanted to rinse his polluted brain over and over again. He suddenly stood up and rushed to the bathroom to vomit, accidentally knocking over some bottles and cans, which slid from the countertop into the white sink, blocking the drain. The accumulated water created ripples, and the bottles and cans seemed to be floating in the intense emotional waves.
"Boss Zhai! Are you okay?"
The assistant was worried that he would step in with one foot. He had never seen Mr. Zhai lose his composure during this period.
"go out."
Zhai Yang's voice was urgent and cold. He didn't want to see the man now, so he repeated, "Get out."
The assistant guessed that Zhai didn't want others to see his gaffe, so he braked and turned around. In this situation, he should have left immediately with his high emotional intelligence.
"I suddenly remembered that the printer showed that it was running out of ink, so I went to get a toner cartridge."
After the man's voice faded away, Zhai Yang picked up the bottles and jars soaked in water, wiped off the water marks in a daze, and put them in a row again.
After all the bottles and jars were rotated in the same direction with the labels on them, he came to the conclusion that he was bisexual and had a restricted obsession with male sexual activity.
The assistant wandered outside for several circles, and when he thought it was almost time, he returned to the office with the toner cartridge in his arms. He saw the man sitting back in the office chair, his whole body filled with an invisible struggle as if he was sweating profusely. His eyes were as cold as ever, and the tips of his hair were wet with water, making it very dark and cold.
"Boss, do you have a stomachache?" The assistant brought a glass of warm water.
It's rare that he actually replied.
"No, I just thought of some terrible things." Zhai Yang closed his eyes, and some filth that existed in his imagination lingered, bananas and red raspberries.
The line of text that identified whether he was a female bronze was clear as if in front of him. If it was Jingjing... He tried to put himself in the perspective, covering his face with his hands and feeling a little weak, but he seemed to be able to accept it.
Could this filth leave his mind?
His original plan to call Cui Jing was put on hold. He couldn't face Cui Jing, not even by her voice.
"Okay." He only sent one word to Cui Jing as a response to the content of the subpoena.
The moment I sent it out, a faint feeling of regret suddenly arose in my heart.
Cui Jing read the message sent by Zhai Yang and said, "Okay." She was in a good mood and called Wang Xiaoming to express her gratitude. Qin Sheng's phone was next to her and she made a voice call.
"Hang up for me and reply. Tell them I'll get back to you later." Qin Sheng was braiding her hair in the bathroom.
Cui Jing unlocked her phone and replied to the message for her. When she exited, she clicked the navigation key to clear the background. The shrunken browser frame history page caught Cui Jing's attention.
Capgras Delusion Syndrome
＃Is Capgras delusion treatable? ＃
Several other related extended words are derived from this.
Dissociative (conversion) disorder.
Medical student shorthand notes: Partial or complete loss of past memory (sense of identity) + body sensation and motor control. (Shorthand note: Thinking you are another person.)
Cui Jing's heart trembled.
I exited and took out my phone to check.
Capgras delusion syndrome is also known as impostor syndrome. It is a delusion symptom of schizophrenia, which manifests as the patient's belief that someone around him or her has been replaced by someone with the same appearance and features. The patient does not believe in any explanation or proof from others and firmly believes in the delusion.
Qin Sheng suspected that he was sick and didn't even suspect that Cui Jingren had changed.
Cui Jing suspected that if she confessed, Qin Sheng would immediately take her to the hospital. The psychiatric department. The tugging feeling in her heart came back, and her reason told her that if it was "Cui Jing"...
They will not remain friends.
In the original novel, there is very little chapter about Qin Sheng, because Cui Jing pushed her away, and Qin Sheng was also very determined. She left without looking back. As Qin Sheng said: I will really give up on you.
Cui Jing had a severe headache.
She felt that Qin Sheng's friendship was most likely hers. A well-laid foundation, if the capital chain is cut off and construction is suspended, is just a foundation no matter how well laid. Only when later investors survey and rebuild the house on the foundation, can it be called a house.
Cui Jing lay on the sofa and didn't want to move. She was in a bad mood.
She didn't know what Qin Sheng was thinking.
She rested her head on the pillow, and her head felt heavy, as if everything in her skull had been compressed into liquid, which flowed to one side of her brain when she lay down, then flowed out through the pores into the pillow, solidifying like cement. She couldn't separate her head from the pillow, and could only fall into a deep sleep.
"Cui Jing——"
Qin Sheng tied the last circle of rubber band in front of the mirror, and came out to see that the person on the sofa seemed to be asleep, with the mobile phone in his hand half out.
Qin Sheng called her softly.
Without a response, he squatted down and slowly took the phone back from her hand, looking at the familiar little mole on her nose. The combination of the two made her face look a little unfamiliar. As a person grows from a teenager to a young adult, their hairstyle, clothing style, and living habits will affect their appearance.
Some friends become uglier the more they go to work, and they say they are tired and ugly.
"Are you asleep?"
She fell asleep.
Qin Sheng was very good at leaving without saying goodbye. After thinking for a while, he spoke again, as if mumbling to himself: "I'm going abroad for a while."
When she thought of her family, Qin Sheng felt like she wanted to let out a long breath. Compared to those who grew up under the national flag, she was, to be precise, a - Chinese.
The previous generation immigrated in the early years, and the family gradually grew. Today, his mother is the chairman of Likang, a large comprehensive pharmaceutical company, and his father is a Chinese scientific researcher.
She didn't like the family business when she was young. Her mother took her to live in a flower-growing country when she was young, and her childhood was filled with seeds of distant places. She didn't want to take over the family business related to medical care. She hated the new drugs and equipment everywhere in the house, the smell of ethanol pickled on her father's body, the smell of ozone after ultraviolet disinfection in the house, and... In the long winter, the snow outside piled up into many half-balls around the trees and buildings.
In May, the snowstorm outside the window was milky and gloomy.
Young Qin Sheng sat by the fireplace reading a newspaper, the firewood pile crackled. At that time, in the east of Asia, in the ancient oriental country where I had visited in my childhood, large tracts of flowers were blooming in the southwest border.
She immediately decided to go there to study, alone. She pleaded with her mother, who finally sighed and said, "I'll arrange for you to go."
This time he was gone for seven years.
Qin Sheng was like a sprightly bird in the flower-growing country, and she completely adapted to the life here. She made new friends eating noodles, steamed buns, soy milk and fried dough sticks. She loved making friends, and every little thing in their lives was new to her.
She was not unaware of the eyes around her watching her. Among them was a simple middle-aged face, her neighbor, who often knocked on the door to bring her fruit.
She never accepts it.
She felt disgusted and jumped down from the third floor, like a sparrow that could naturally abandon its caregivers and fly away to the far corners of the world, or give her life back to them if she was angry.
She heard a group of screams, and she hit the tent downstairs, bounced twice like a trampoline, and rolled down.
A group of girls screamed to take her to the hospital but were interrupted by someone saying, "Wait, you can't lift a patient with a broken bone."
Qin Sheng's face was covered with hair. She lifted her hair and looked in the direction of the sound. She saw a face looking at her from behind a tree. The face was shy and transparent, and the figure was thin.
No one paid any attention to her.
"Wait, listen to her." Qin Sheng said.
She and Cui Jing knew each other at that time.
Until the face of the middle-aged man in college disappeared from her life, she was completely free, a selfish freedom. For the sake of freedom, she would choose to abandon the relatives who nurtured her. She thought she would always be free like this.
But she took a huge amount of money from her family, used her family's connections and relationships, and touched both money and power. One cannot enjoy obligations without taking responsibilities.
Cui Jing was sleeping soundly.
She always seemed to have a good sleep quality, like a sleeping princess in a fairy tale, with dolls from the game city piled up beside her, like guardian spirits disguised as toys. Wherever she slept, it became a thick bed, and she sank into it.
Qin Sheng objectively dislikes fairy tales, where princesses are always waiting. This is not good. Subjectively, he thinks: Forget it, why should she work so hard? Just do whatever you want, it’s okay if you don’t work or socialize, and it’s even better if you enjoy yourself. Cui Jing’s peaceful face overlaps with the shyness in Qin Sheng’s memory, but there is a difference.
"It's best if you stay like this forever, Jingjing."
The best blessing a person can think of is what he wants most. Tan Sheng stood up and walked out the door. With a creak, the door closed lightly.