"Mr. Jiang's calligraphy is really beautiful. Have you practiced calligraphy? His style of knotting is quite reminiscent of Dong Qichang's." Liu Mengwei looked at the paper in his hand and admired.
I don’t know who started the conversation and started talking about Liu Mengwei’s major. It seems that everyone has been influenced by the creation of TV series, movies, and novels, and has a strong interest in psychology, a mysterious-sounding subject, especially a word that ordinary people think of when they hear psychology - hypnosis.
Liu Mengwei took the trouble to explain that the functions performed by psychologists and psychiatrists are not equivalent. The kind of thing where the patient lies on a sofa that is so comfortable that one can sink into it, while a person sitting next to him uses a magical voice to ask about the trauma he has experienced in his childhood is just a communication method used by the psychiatrist. There is nothing mysterious about it.
Her working style is actually more like that of a scientist. She spends most of her time in the laboratory, gathering volunteers to conduct experiments, recording and analyzing various collected data, especially for a psychologist like her in the field of neurocognitive science. .
Although Liu Mengwei clarified their misunderstandings about hypnosis, not only did it not dispel their curiosity, but they seemed to be more interested.
"Experiments? What experiments will you do?"
Liu Mengwei was a little helpless. It was sometimes painful to explain to a layman what she was doing, so she had to find a way to change the subject: "Sometimes it's like playing a game. Do you want to try it?"
Upon hearing this, everyone became interested and asked how to try it.
Liu Mengwei asked the waiter for pen and paper.
"Everyone knows about word testing, right? Please write any word and I can answer your questions."
Looking at everyone's reaction, they were obviously a little surprised. However, some people soon started trying it. Since it is a game, why not play it as a pastime.
Zhang Chao wrote the word "money" with separate strokes and a crooked way, asking about wealth. Liu Mengwei asked him if he had lost a lot of money recently. Zhang Chao shouted that it was true and told him about his recent painful experience in the stock market.
"However, Mr. Zhang may have an unexpected fortune recently!" Liu Mengwei added.
Zhang Chao's eyes lit up: "Really! How could you tell?"
Liu Mengwei pointed to the strange-shaped word "money" on the paper and said: "The word '金' on the left is distant and loose, meaning 'loose gold', while the tail of the hook on the right half is written far and long, and it is covered." The dot on 'G' represents the windfall you are about to receive."
Zhang Chao smiled brightly after hearing this, and kept saying that he would treat Liu Mengwei to dinner when he got rich.
Chen Yuting wrote the word "ask" and asked whether her current boyfriend was a good match.
Liu Mengwei looked at the large A4 paper. Only a small black bold character was written in the center, and the rest was as pale and empty as Chen Yuting's face at this time.
Seeing that she was still silent, Chen Yuting asked in a low voice: "How is it?"
Liu Mengwei smoothed her hair in embarrassment: "This is really... a difficult question to answer. What makes a good match? But since Miss Chen asked, I will try to answer it."
"You trace this word several times, so that the word becomes "There are questions within the door, there are answers within the questions, there are mouths within the questions, there are mouths within the mouth..." There is no end to the cycle, just like a whirlpool. Living in it will only make you sink deeper and deeper..."
"Of course," Liu Mengwei quickly changed the subject: "If Miss Chen can talk to your boyfriend and the two of them have good communication, I think there is no problem that cannot be solved."
Chen Yuting was neither sure nor sure, she just nodded and said thank you.
Jiang Chengfeng also handed over his own piece of paper. What was written on it was not a word, but a row of sentences: "Zhuang Sheng's dreams are obsessed with butterflies, and the emperor's spring heart is supported by cuckoos."
This is the jawline couplet of Li Shangyin's "Jin Se".
Jiang Chengfeng heard Liu Mengwei praising his calligraphy, and his eyes moved slightly: "Miss Liu also knows calligraphy? Most people may know Wang Xizhi, Yan Zhenqing and other famous calligraphers throughout the past and present. Although Dong Qichang is also a famous calligrapher, his popularity among the public Far inferior to the former, Miss Liu can actually tell which sect I have learned from, and it seems that she is quite skilled."
Liu Mengwei smiled slightly and said perfunctorily: "I'm just talking nonsense. I didn't expect that I was right! But, what kind of questions does Mr. Jiang want to test?"
Jiang Chengfeng smiled: "Actually, I don't have any questions. I just saw everyone writing, so I just wrote a few words at random. I don't know why this poem came to my mind. "
Everyone played a few more rounds, just treating it as a lively game. Some people marveled at her accurate measurement, while others just laughed and didn't take it seriously.
Li Yun saw that Liu Liqi and his wife seemed to be isolated all the time. She turned her head and glanced at them, and saw that Yao Feipeng also wrote something on the paper.
There was a sea bass on the plate in front of Yao Feipeng. It was cut along the belly of the fish, with the back as the center, and the two pieces of meat were spread out flatly on a white plate. The mouth was wide open toward the ceiling, ugly and funny, with a white eyeball hanging on the eye socket, and another One fell on the table.
Yao Feipeng stared at it blankly for a while and wrote the word "Lu" on the paper.
Li Yun disdained to participate in this kind of game, but did not want to be too insignificant, so she snatched the piece of paper from Yao Feipeng and handed it to Liu Mengwei.
"Look, how do you interpret this word?" Li Yun asked.
Liu Mengwei looked at the words on the paper and fell into deep thought again. She suddenly picked up the piece of paper, held it in front of her, and discussed with Wen Qiao in a low voice: "This word means a bad omen. If I tell the truth, will it happen?" Were you kicked out by your classmates?"
"Then just say some auspicious words. All the old men and women who tell fortunes on the street are like this." Wen Qiao suggested.
"Wouldn't that ruin my brand?" Liu Mengwei said dissatisfied.
Wen Qiao wanted to give her a look, but she was addicted to being a goddess.
"That's up to you." She asked you to play with fire and burn yourself. Wen Qiao stopped caring about her and waited to see her laugh.
Liu Mengwei took off the paper, took a deep breath, and sighed: "I can't understand this word."
When everyone saw her admitting defeat, they didn't take it seriously. It was just a joke and no one took it seriously. Only Liu Mengwei took a closer look at Yao Feipeng again, feeling that he was like a rickety boat in the storm. She couldn't say anything that might tip the balance and sink the ship.
Words are as light as straw, but they can be the straw that breaks the camel's back, and they can also be the straw beside a person who falls into the water.
Thinking about it this way, Liu Mengwei suddenly felt that what Wen Qiao just said was actually a good suggestion.
After three drinks, the party was coming to an end. The door to the private room was pushed open again, and an imposing middle-aged man walked in. He was wearing a well-dressed suit and his leather shoes were polished.
Li Yun stood up with a "squeaky" sound, and greeted him with a smile on his face. The person who came was none other than Li Yun's husband, Fang Zhenggang, the owner of the hotel, whom they had been asking about intentionally or unintentionally.
Seeing everyone standing up to greet them, Fang Zhenggang was calm and composed. "How was everyone's meal?"
Li Yun leaned next to Fang Zhenggang and quietly introduced everyone present one by one, while Boss Fang nodded one by one. When Liu Liqi and the others were introduced, they whispered a few more words, and Fang Zheng just walked up to Yao Feipeng and shook hands with him.
Yao Feipeng raised his head, and what he saw was not Fang Zhenggang, but Li Yun, who was like a fox hiding behind a tiger.
"The lost dog!" Yao Feipeng heard Liu Liqi say in a voice that only he could hear.
"Enough, enough! Enough!!" Yao Feipeng shouted. He had a splitting headache and felt that his head was about to explode and his heart was about to be torn. "Stop talking! When will you shut up, stop making noise, and stop torturing me! I can't breathe! Help! Help, help, help!"
"I feel like there are tangled, bound, and entangled hemp ropes on my chest. I want to cut myself open, just like the sea bass on the table, along the neck, to the chest, and then to the stomach, cutting both sides. Half of the skin is spread out on the table. I want to see what is blocked in my lungs, making it impossible to breathe, what is in my stomach, which makes me always want to vomit, and whether my heart is broken. Every day Every beat is like a needle pricking my liver, my spleen, kidneys, intestines, those lumps of blood and flesh, those disgusting things! My body is full of these disgusting things! I don’t want it, I don’t want it..."
Time seemed to have passed for half a century. Yao Feipeng held his forehead and tried to open his eyes, but his eyes still looked peaceful.
He didn't understand why no one heard the words he had just screamed out with all his strength. When he met the pair of concerned and confused eyes, Yao Feipeng had no choice but to calm down his emotions and said with difficulty: "I'm sorry. , I suddenly had a severe headache..."
It was getting late, but someone was feeling unwell at this time, so the party ended just like that.
"Poor." Liu Lin said as he passed by Yao Feipeng.
"Poor." Peng Ruirui said as he passed by Yao Feipeng.
"Alas! Poor." Chen Yuting said as she passed by Yao Feipeng.
The beautiful psychologist glanced at Yao Feipeng with her cat-like eyes as she passed him. .
"No." She said not those two words, but - no! don't want! ! don't want! ! !
But this cannot be an antidote, but a reminder.
