People never exist in isolation.

Theoretically, from a person's current state, it is possible to deduce his previous experiences, family problems, and even the history and past of the whole person.

Why do many people think that fortune tellers are accurate?

Some people, chatting, looking at their facial features, eyes, dress, behavior, and then thinking about the questions raised, and then saying some words ambiguously, they can basically be inseparable.

Then, based on your past, speculate about your future, and say something nice.

Fortune telling itself is not metaphysics, nothing mysterious, of course... In Bai Song's view, these people are all cheating money and belong to a kind of fraud~

After all, everyone is a product of society.

No matter where you are, the same.

"From a sociological point of view, what kind of person do you think Shi is?" Bai Song pushed open the window, and the prosperity outside was in full view.

This is Shangjing, countless people come, countless people leave, every day there are countless joys and sorrows, ups and downs, for the city, these are just numbers, for individuals, it is an unquantifiable life.

"Sociology, I don't understand ... However, I feel that he always feels that he has never met talents, right?" Wang Liang looked out of Bai Song's eyes, and when he opened the curtains for the first time, the scenery outside the Express Hotel on the 16th floor was so beautiful.

In Shangjing, there are many such hotels, chartered more than 4-20 floors, the overall transformation, a small one, a night room fee is still two or three hundred, the city is prosperous, bright, you can see it for a few hundred yuan.

Even if you don't spend a penny, you can see it.

However, for the vast majority of people, they have never had these prosperity.

Or you are dressed neatly, with a suit shirt and slim clothes~ In and out of major office buildings, most people still return to their less than 10 square meters cottage after work, eating a box lunch of more than ten yuan to comfort them.

If you are at peace and you feel tired and tired, you can take the wallet you may or may not have saved and return to your destination, or maybe your heart is higher than the sky and you will not obey and dedicate yourself here for ten years and ten years.

But when did the city ever feel emotional? It won't be moved by you, you can only move yourself.

Very few people, excellent ability, hard work, luck with you~~

But after all, it has nothing to do with the vast majority of people, at least, it has nothing to do with Shi.

Bai Song sat on the windowsill, thinking about Shi's life.

Is there once, or many times, when Shi also sat on such a windowsill, or a higher rooftop, gently stroking the strings of the guitar with one hand, looking at the city motionlessly?

Did he ever write beautiful lyrics, beautiful melodies, or immortal poems before this soul disappeared?

But what's the use of talking about it at this point?

If you disappear, you still can't come back.

"I see. ”

Bai Song muttered.

"What?" Wang Liang frowned.

"Wang Liang, you say, under what circumstances would a person commit suicide?" Bai Song's eyes never left this prosperous light and brilliance for a moment~

"Don't scare me. Wang Liang pointed at Bai Song: "I see that your current state is quite like committing suicide, as if you have seen through everything..."

Bai Song didn't complain about Wang Liang, he smiled, Wang Liang said so, which just shows that Bai Song's experience is right.

"I'm kidding..."Wang Liang saw Bai Song ignoring him, and said: "People who commit suicide, simply put, there are two kinds, one is to think about it, and the other is to think about it. ”

“...”

......

Bai Song didn't know how to answer this question, and it didn't seem to be wrong.

"But, no matter what", Bai Song still broke away from Wang Liang's interference: "Even if it is as you said, whether you want to open it or not, you have no memory of this world." ”

Bai Song once said that in this world, there has never been real empathy.

However, Bai Song has been trying to blend into Shi's emotions, at least, he can still understand Shi.

If Shi is still alive, he should be more relieved.

People are all products of society, and who doesn't want to be recognized and understood?

"Yes, many celebrities commit suicide, we ordinary people can't understand it, and they think that they commit suicide because they are so rich? But in fact, they do have no nostalgia and remembrance of this world because of various things. Wang Liang agreed with Bai Song's statement.

"Well, in fact, many people, perhaps including you and me, encountered some difficulties in their adolescent growth, and they didn't want to live anymore, and they had suicidal thoughts. For a moment, you may be physically and mentally exhausted and discouraged", Bai Song said: "But at least there are memories of this world, and there are parents to take care of and accompany them, and worry about relatives and friends not having a good time~ All kinds of factors, this idea slowly disappears~"

"So you mean, this Shi, he also committed suicide?" Wang Liang somewhat understood what Bai Song wanted to express, "If this is suicide, our branch will not be able to talk about it, it is estimated that his family will definitely have to make trouble, and if he wins the lottery and gets 400,000 yuan, he will jump off the building directly, and no one will believe it." ”

"Then who do you think the murderer is?" Bai Song asked rhetorically.

"I can't say, but at least there are a few suspicions. Wang Liang thought for a while, but did not say any names.

After about half a minute, Wang Liang couldn't hold it back, and also sat on the windowsill, "Brother, you're not in the right state, don't jump off the building..."

Bai Song knocked on the windowpane, "There's something wrong with you... This window can only open one slit, my figure, do you think I can shrink my bones?"

"Okay..." Wang Liang opened the window and found that it was indeed impossible, so he was relieved and came down from the windowsill.

Not long after leaving, Wang Liang suddenly turned back again, "You better say it, you say, who is the murderer? Don't worry, as long as you say it, I will believe it." ”

"Murderer. Bai Song's gaze seemed to be a little deeper: "It's money." ”

"Money?" Wang Liang didn't understand, "You're talking about someone snatching or stealing his money and then killing him?"

"Why are you so stupid. Bai Song didn't want to continue thinking about the question just now, anyway, he was already done thinking about it, and he couldn't wait to jump up and beat Wang Liang, "He committed suicide because of money and money!"

"How is this possible??? Wang Liang looked at Bai Song and was about to stretch out his hand to hit him, and did not avoid it at all, "Who will win the lottery and commit suicide instead? This is 400,000 yuan! Yes, you can buy an Audi... Ah, it's not you, it's a new Audi!"

After speaking, Wang Liang closed his mouth and said, "Are you sure that he committed suicide by having money, not by losing it?"

"Yes, it is a tragedy that this money is in Shi's hands. ”