Mom!

It's still Mom!

The thought of my mother knowing my current situation made my whole body tremble. I thought I was free from my fear, or rather, I was afraid that the bewitching woman would not dare to fool me.

But in fact, fear is so arrogant and fanfare. I, on the other hand, was once again afraid of restraint, trembling and not daring to move.

Yuan Changwen was uncomfortable, and clenched his fists so hard that his nails pierced into the flesh, and the red blood oozed out, turning into a few blood beads floating in the lake.

I really couldn't move, my feet were numb, my pores were scattered, and the whole person was like I had been caught in witchcraft.

Yuan Changwen knew that this was not witchcraft at all, it was fear. I used to be afraid of career and money, and now I think that the killing is over, but obviously, the enchanting woman who is afraid of it tells me that this is far from the end!

Very well, I know that the fear of the voluptuous woman should not be blamed at all. In fact, she should be thanked. Whether it's to make this dream more enjoyable for people to experience, or to point out a clear path for my slashing, the bewitching woman of fear is here to help.

If a person wants to experience dreams better, then the presence of fear can make them firmly grasp the character, thus creating a series of emotional conflicts. If the plot tension is not enough, the "super VIP" is estimated to choose to refund the ticket.

Walking on the path of slashing like me, fear can on the one hand turn me back and tell me what lies ahead to dissuade me from wading into this troubled water. On the other hand, what I fear is what needs to be killed, which is where I am headed.

So, no matter what, it's good to be afraid of that bewitching woman.

I'm still scared that my mom knows about my current situation.

Why?

And this fear is no less powerful than the days when I fantasized that I had no money and ended up on the streets. Could it be that my mother knows about my current situation and makes me feel so frightened?

Or do I care so much about the face, honor and the like of Yuan Changwen's character, so I don't allow others to know?

That's it!

I always felt that the killing was unseemly, I always thought that it was a shame to have no house, a car, and no job income, I always wanted to enrich the role, and I always recognized that career success is something that the character should be proud of.

I'm having low self-esteem!

If I'm proud, if I think it's an honorable act to kill, why am I hiding? Why am I hiding a lot? Why don't I shout that I'm killing? Just like those entrepreneurs, no one thinks that starting a business is a shameful thing to do, despite the hard work and the fact that there is no income at the moment.

I, on the other hand, regard killing as a kind of inferiority, as an act of loser. Of course, I could tell a lot of truth to deny that. Or, what to use to avoid the golden excuse of your mother's worry to push off your emotions.

Unfortunately, I'm being honest.

I just have low self-esteem, and when people ask me how I'm doing, I don't dare tell people that I'm killing. Of course, I didn't dare to tell my mother that I was killing very uncomfortable and was about to commit suicide or something.

But, on the other hand, I can't show off. In this case, instead of killing, the act of killing is a better definition of oneself, and then instead of moving forward, you start thinking about a more reasonable way of saying it, so that people who don't understand can understand what I'm doing.

The best thing is to get that person to worship, so I became a spiritual teacher for everyone again. However, I just won't move forward, because how to explain other people's problems, how to find more suitable metaphors, and how to persuade others to believe in myself have become the only content of thinking.

You can't show off, and you can't feel inferior. Then, it really becomes the same attitude as. I don't feel inferior for pooping myself, and I don't show off for pooping.

Tsk, if I were to start a sect, maybe it would be called a "toilet sect", or a "thatched house sect" or something like that. Each disciple had to meditate in the hut for three hours to find out what was the essence of what was different from the other things.

Thinking about those thoughts before, I always thought that the reason why I didn't let my mother worry was because I took care of my mother's emotions, because I was not filial and pretended to be filial. But I never thought that it was because of my inferiority complex and because I felt ashamed.

I don't know, I only saw it now, I killed so many chapters before, what are you killing?

It is precisely because of low self-esteem that I want to find a series of rebuttal words so that my mother can recognize her current situation. For example, what is the bottleneck of cultivation, such as what is the same, it will never be possible to get more, for example, if you don't rush now, you will never have a chance in the future.

It's all shit.

Whether it is this kind of rebuttal words, or the filial piety that does not want to worry my mother, or the forced recognition of unfilial piety, I can't deny one thing, that is, my mother has always been presumptuous in my mind.

Regardless of whether my mother really exists in the real world, whether I really have a real body, whether there is or not, whether my mother is real or not, it is undeniable that I have a lot of virtual data about my mother in my head.

I've seen this a long time ago, is it useful? Maybe there is, but it doesn't matter, anyway, my mom is presumptuous in my head at the moment. In other words, I grabbed my mother's series of virtual data and didn't let go.

It's not like there's an old mom out there who forcibly puts everything in her head into my head. Rather, I weave a series of virtual data about my mother, and treat these virtual data as real. Therefore, it is simply not feasible to kill one's own family members to get rid of this fetters in ancient times.

Can't you discard the dummy data in your head?

Why do I have low self-esteem, and do roles still hold such an important place in my heart?

Because of the recognition of certain attributes of the role, such as success, career, such as money, the emotion of inferiority will arise. Yuan Changwen doesn't have the role, but other characters do, so he will feel inferior and ashamed. And this kind of emotion will encourage me to plump up the character.

Of course, emotions belong to the role, and the thinking of wanting to enrich the character also belongs to the role. At the end of the day, this is the basic premise of the character, a never-ending quest for survival.

It's scary to think about, something that is obviously a fake thing, and it has such a powerful power.

Therefore, the current situation is not because my mother is in my head, but because I care about the role, so it leads to this series of fears. I don't seem to have any friends except my mother, so fear can only appear in the form of my mother.

No matter what the fear content, it is to recognize the real existence of the character.

All the explanations can be dismissed in one sentence, "If the characters are fake, why care about that?"

Perhaps I don't care if the word is used poorly, so it might be more appropriate to replace it with "morbid grasp". Like a psycho who grabs a black umbrella like a madman, because he is a mushroom, and if he loses the umbrella, he will lose his life.

How could I not be like that?