"What's wrong?" Mu Huaci asked Xiao Qian, the two were sitting side by side on the beach piling sand, he saw Xiao Qian depressed and unhappy, so he took her to relax, and she had a good time at first, and after piling up a big sand castle, Xiao Qian looked at it and shed tears.

Her tears are different from other people's, there is no sense of fragility when they fall, but they seem to be particularly powerful, and it hurts to fall and smash people.

"I think of the story of Snow White, and it's miserable. ”

"A castle reminds you of a princess?" Mu Huaxi smiled, he felt that Xiao Qian's thinking was extremely cute after being put on such a princess dress.

Today, her hair is parted in the middle and is curled in a spiral by a maid with an electric heating rod, giving it a more medieval retro look.

"I think of Snow White, who just lost her mother, and would stand in such a castle waiting for her mother to come back, and it makes me sad to think about it. ”

The mother's most concern is always the child, closing her eyes is like hearing her daughter crying and calling her mother, thinking that the child can only swallow tears and bear the pressure, at this time the only thing I miss is the effort in action.

"The first version of Grimm's fairy tales did not describe the death of the biological mother, and the description was weakened after the second version, in fact, I think the first version is better looking, and it is more in line with human nature from a professional point of view. It's just that it has been modified to cater to the children, and although it sounds better, it doesn't conform to human nature. ”

Probably a doctor's occupational disease, talking about professional analysis, Mu Huaxi said halfway through and felt that he seemed to be a little uninteresting, and he shouldn't tell the girl this.

"It's really inhuman, for example, the prince doesn't have any communication with the princess, and he lifts the crystal coffin and leaves—this is a typical necrophile, have you ever been exposed to necrophilia?"

"I've been in contact with a lot, mostly men, mostly mortuary staff, and some serial murderers are caused by this, which academically calls X Valley Debt. ”

"Tell me about it - I'm more interested in this kind of patient, but I haven't received such a case so far, and it has to do with the culture of the country. ”

The two of them talked about their profession endlessly, and Balabala's words and sea breeze blew, and in the eyes of outsiders, they seemed to be a talented and beautiful couple.

Grandpa Mu stood in the distance and put down the binoculars with satisfaction.

His unenlightened son finally looked like a girl, but he didn't know that the two people who talked happily had nothing to do with the wind and the moon, just like like-minded friends, communicating across genders.

"Can you tell me about the characteristics of necrophilia?" asked Xiao Qian.

The tanuki didn't know that she had dug a hole for herself, and replied casually.

"Turn all emotions and thoughts into things, thinking that the person you like should be your own object and not a living person. ”

"That imposes all your emotions on others, such as imprisoning an innocent girl with a baby and a family, excessively magnifying your emotions and ignoring the feeling of homesickness - oops, you are in danger, you have fallen to the edge of necrophilia. ”

The tanuki reacted, and he looked at Xiao Qian, "Did you do it on purpose?"

Shenma, she doesn't have experience in dealing with the same cases, and she consults Shenma, in fact, it's all to dig a pit to pave the way, right?

He is really stupid to step on the pit, and he has directly become the edge of the necrophilia in people's mouths, and the difference is very far, okay!

I really can't relax at all when I talk to her, and I don't know when I'll dig a hole.

Xiao Qian shrugged, "You have to be tolerant of an amnesiac person, I don't remember anything." ”

"I don't remember digging holes!"

The tanuki felt that she should have been very angry, but when she thought about it, she felt funny, Xiao Qian rubbed her temples and said.

"This person, once he loses his memory, he is easy to remember some things, if you want to blame you, you blame Gonggong Mu for not pit me. "Sow discord~

"So, do you still have your own 'amnesia' or do you choose to dig holes?" The tanuki saw that Xiao Qian wanted to "lose his memory" whenever he wanted.

Amnesia", immediately after digging the pit, he doesn't remember anything, and all the pots are thrown at amnesia.

"I usually only joke with good intentions with friends like you, but I may not be so good-natured with the people who actually bully me. Xiao Qian looked in the direction of the villa, and with her knees, she could think that the old white hair was peeping obscenely again.

"Tell the truth, how can you have such a father, did you hold the wrong child?"

"I don't know, but he's kind of like you. ”

Xiao Qian sighed, holding a small planer on the beach, if it was Xiaoqiang next to her, as soon as she saw her action, she would definitely run up at the speed of touching the electric door, how far and how far she ran.

But the tanuki is much more honest than the military dog, the main thing is that Xiaoqian is like a cat teasing stick to him, knowing that he can't catch her every time she hangs there, he will still pounce stupidly.

So the tanuki was raised by Xiaoqian's planing, and the sand squinted in his eyes, and he was still at a loss.

Did he provoke her somewhere?

Xiao Qian worked hard to dig the soil, and she was going to fill a small bucket of sand and get it on him.

"If you don't tell me how I resemble that perverted old white hair, I promise you'll be scratched all over the next few days by the intermittent psychopath caused by amnesia. ”

"Every time he did something really crazy, he would say he was sick, and he was stimulated by my mother's death... I think your 'amnesia' is similar to his 'stimuli'. ”

Honest tanuki said truthfully.

If this is Yu Minglang, then Xiao Qiang, who has a smooth tone and a hearty heart, will not answer like this, this is not a question to be sent, this is a proposition!

But this is a tanuki, a man who looks very shrewd but always lives a very simple life.

Xiaoqian is a little unable to get started, and there is always a sense of bullying honest children.

She misses Xiaoqiang very much, it is forbidden to beat and kick, she has no face, no skin, no heart and no lungs, she can knead it as much as she wants, it is a real thing.

But the tanuki is different from him, Xiaoqian and him always have a little less casual feeling, and when she speaks, she is always worried about which sentence will make him take it seriously, and bullying him will make her feel guilty.

She had no doubt that if she said to the tanuki, you wait for me in the same place, and when you come back after 20 years, you will see that there are more dried tanuki corpses in the same place.

"Is his personality the cause of you?"

"Perhaps, I don't remember much, but you can't choose your own origin. ”

His words resonated with Xiao Qian.

"You're better than me, at least you know how you got here, and I—" she bowed.

"You want to ask me, what happened back then?"

"Yes. ”

"I don't know much. ”

Xiaoqian felt guilty for no reason, because of his honesty.

She can't go out now but she doesn't plan to be idle, before Xiaoqiang comes to save herself, she has to find a way to get rid of the white hair, and more importantly, she wants to take advantage of the opportunity to stay here to find out her life experience, those past things that her father refuses to say, maybe you can find the answer here.

Bai Mao manipulated her memory, but she didn't know that Qian always had her own rebirth plug-in, and the memories of her previous life were sealed, and she didn't move at all in this life.

Watching Mu Huaci, who had nothing to hide, tell herself about the experiment of the year, Xiao Qian had a vague idea in her heart.

There must have been very important information about the tanuki in her forgotten memory, but she forgot it, because she used him to ask about his background, and there was a sense of déjà vu in her heart.