Whale Fall grabbed the phone from Iris's hand, and said while inquiring, "I can't do it, I can't do it...... American psychologist William Fry from the perspective of psychology and biochemistry, a more comprehensive study of tears, said that tears can be divided into reflex tears and emotional tears, let's try emotional tears first, by the way, you think about sad things. ”

"Sad things?" Iris thought about carefully, and after a moment shook his head, "I don't seem to have anything sad about......"

"Huh?" Whalefall couldn't believe it.

"Wait, I remember something very sad. Iris closed her eyes and thought back to Master, the most hurtful and lonely man in the world, desperate for love, and her heart would hurt like a pinprick when she thought of what happened to him, so every time she saw Li Bai, she would make up her mind to make her happy. Thinking that one day he would be able to see his smile, the deep sadness in his heart was gradually drained.

Whale Fall just saw the painful expression on Iris's face, and after a while her frowning brows stretched out again, and the corners of her mouth raised a smile, knowing that the experiment had failed, and when Iris opened her eyes, she couldn't wait to say: "They say that you are a girl who loves to laugh, then you think about the happiest memories? ”

"Happy?" Iris searched in her mind, memories seemed to be an ocean of happiness, but these happiness were like clear mountain springs, no boiling point and clear to the bottom, in any case, she would not be excited to cry for a moment like the whale fall, her thoughts were like a small boat, flowing down the murmuring stream, and finally flowing in front of Li Bai. At the star-picking floor of Deacon Wen Sishan's College, she finally agreed to take her as an apprentice, which made her very happy, and she laughed happily when she thought about the joy in her heart caressing her cheeks like the morning breeze.

Whalefall was still unwilling to be discouraged when he heard the laughter, and strode over to the refrigerator and said, "It seems that we can only try reflex tears." ”

"How do you try?"

Whale Fall opened the door, took out an onion, and said to Iris: "As far as I know, there is no one in this world who can cut an onion without tears." ”

Whale Fall put a bag of onions on the board, handed the fruit knife to Iris, and quickly pinched his nose and withdrew aside. Iris picked up the knife and silently slipped the onion one by one.

Whale Fall stood far away, the pungent smell of onions like a group of galloping Rangers, charging towards her, breaking through her olfactory defenses in an instant. As Iris began to cut the third onion, the whale fell to find her eyes glazed and felt the lights of the room sobbing.

The iris hand raised and fell, his eyes did not blink, and gradually his eyes turned red, and the whale fell into a new idea, and sang a sad song: "Xingxing Xingxing, parting with Junsheng." More than 10,000 miles apart, each in the end of the world. The road is blocked and long, and the meeting is safe. Humayi north wind, over the south branch of the bird's nest. The days are far away, and the days of clothing and belts have slowed down. The clouds cover the day, and the wanderer does not care about returning. Sijun makes people old, and the years are too late. Don't give up your donations, and try to add more food. ”

Reading and reading, the sentimental whale fell into tears, and when he looked up, he saw that the iris had cut the whole bag of onions, and actually put down the knife in his hand, grabbed a handful of onions and smoked his eyes, although he sneezed a few times in succession, the eyes were always clear skies, not to mention teardrops, not even tears.