If the same thing happened to an adult, would it be mistaken for a mental illness?

Many things, because of their youth, can be laughed off.

His adoptive father had read countless medical texts and philosophical theories during his lifetime, and one way to refute the theory of ghosts and gods was probably this.

If people exist as spirits or ghosts after death, then in the calculations of modern science, it is absolutely difficult for the space of the earth to carry a huge number of souls.

Of course, people can't remember the statements made by the adoptive father about this, after all, he said too much.

In accordance with his adoptive father's will, Qian Kun inherited all his property, including the scientific research room.

He dismissed all the scientific research personnel and gave him a considerable severance pay, and closed the research room on the grounds that he was still young. Of course, this is only temporary.

Lin Hua was the only protégé of his adoptive father before his death, and he didn't get anything from his adoptive father except theory, but he was still willing to stay, saying that Qian Kun was still young and wanted to stay and help me take care of it.

This reason is indeed sufficient, after all, Qian Kun had just turned sixteen years old at that time.

Qian Kun fell asleep in front of his adoptive father's copywriting before his death, and Lin Hua took a cup of coffee and put it to his ear.

Qian Kun could feel the rising heat of the coffee, as well as the bitter mellow aroma that wantonly filled the air.

"Ignoring the feeling of coffee, planning to stubbornly go to sleep?" Lin Yan put on a coat on Qian Kun's slightly thin shoulders.

"I really don't understand the amorous feelings, brother. Qian Kun leaned back on the back of the chair and held the sides of the coffee with both hands, plundering the rare temperature of this late night.

"If Xiao Kun leaves me alone and falls asleep, I will be very distressed. Lin always had a smile when he spoke, at least in Qian Kun's memory, he always looked like this.

"In that case, my brother can kill me and inherit this lot of money like my father said, how about it?

Qian Kun pulled his good-looking right hand, looking at his slightly stunned appearance, Qian Kun smiled and put his hand on his slender neck.

Lin Yan really tried to hold Qian Kun's neck, and the feeling of suffocation drove his heart to beat wildly, as if he was asking for help from his brain. Qian Kun still looked at him, without showing any deliberate expression.

Lin Yan let go of his hand, leaving a faint red mark on his neck.

He stopped looking at Qian Kun and turned to leave. Why, isn't it now?

Later, Qian Kun still lived with Lin Hua, but the difference is that the current family property is almost completely in Lin Hua's hands.

Perhaps this is one of the reasons why Qian Kun's mood has become distorted.

"So it's really not because of your fault that I've become what I am now, Qian Kun?"

Qu Yuxin sighed, and still said the sentence that was depressed in her heart, no matter what kind of things everyone has experienced, this can't be a reason for anyone to hurt others, right?

"My fault? Qu Yuxin, is your mind clear?"

Qian Kun was obviously surprised and uneasy by what Qu Yuxin said, and looked at Qu Yuxin with wide eyes, as if signaling Qu Yuxin not to talk nonsense.

"Isn't this due to you?"

"Pointing at other people's lives without understanding the situation at all, isn't this something that you, a so-called successful person, did?"

"I've never tried to understand the truth, I think I'll say whatever it is, it's true that my mouth grows on you, no matter what I say, I have no reason to stop your mouth, but what is an adult, you are still as naïve as ever, Qian Kun. ”

"Do you even know what you're talking about, and what qualifications do you have to stand here and stand with me right now?"

Qian Kun was obviously annoyed.

But for Qu Yuxin, now that these words have been spoken, he can no longer hold them in his heart, even for a second, and now he can't bear it.

"What kind of qualifications do you have to guide my life?"

"Do you unscrupulously slander me in public opinion? Qian Kun, I said with my conscience that I didn't do anything that hurt your interests, but you hurt me again and again, so I don't understand why I mean you are so scheming to deal with it?"

Qu Yuxin's face was full of grievances, when Qu Yuxin just returned to S City, she was full of dreams and hopes.

The sugar cube slowly melted, and across the street where the old record was still playing, holding a cup of coffee, it seemed, there was less bitterness that should have been strong.

The sun is just right, take a passing bus, get off anywhere, Qu Yuxin just likes to look at the passing scenery outside the window.

Because it's like touching a certain time, looking for someone.

Qu Yuxin was stubborn and walked towards the deepest part of her memory.

She saw that the winter was warm because of his relationship.

How I loved it then.

The cottage that has not been rented out is still filled with the glutinous happiness of being in love.

Yellowed old photographs display outdated memories that fly through the ravines of time.

At this moment, in front of the mirror, Qu Yuxin's face has an expression that even I can't explain.

No one is in a hurry, but there is no longer a chance.

Compared with the comfortable life that is as quiet as water at the moment, people miss it even more, even though they are young and ignorant, but they are still stubborn and firm in love.

What kind of concept is love, Qu Yuxin still has no way of knowing. I only know that my thoughts will be heavy, and my loss will hurt.

Or, it is the forbidden fruit in the hands of Adam and Eve, once it is turned, it will never be recovered.

Think more, and always have tears in your eyes. But the memories of the time will only become more and more real, and they will become more and more blurred.

Like a black-and-white silent film, constantly reflected, replayed.

Qu Yuxin has never been a pessimistic person, but her inadvertent thoughts are so painful that she dare not touch her memories.

If I remember correctly, Proust had this epitaph: I had a lover's quarrel with the world.

People are like this, they obviously see love thoroughly, but they sink willingly.

When love fades between the hands, when you hear his name you don't feel pain, you don't tremble when you see his handwriting, whether you admit it or not, at this moment, the one you have loved is no longer loved.

In fact, when we fall in love, we already foresee the end of the future, and it is this foresight that makes us cry.

Later, we went from a beautiful song to two sad movies.

If love is the spice of youth, then a marriage without love is like two cats that warm each other in winter, and there must always be an explanation in life, which is not improvisation, but life.

The delay of love makes the rough life trajectory show the edges and corners.

The two parallel lines, which are constantly approaching due to thousands of coincidences, have long been naively determined that this is love, this is providence, and this is eternity.

But they forget that even if the other party is so close to each other, they can't be together.