Regret, what kind of emotion it is, I don't know. If it was because of the sudden change in external factors that made something that should have been taken for granted an embarrassment or delusion, so it led to a helpless and frustrated decision, then I think I seek, once, had. It should have happened too.

But I don't remember clearly, the memory is a little long, it seems to have happened, and it seems to be just my imagination, or I have hinted at myself a long time ago, it didn't happen, it hinted at myself, this is life, stable, plain, cold, stereotyped, this is my life. It should be said that I have covered my memories a long time ago, which should be called self-deception in psychology.

"Are you lying to him?" Xiao Yin looked directly at me, her eyes were a little dim, and she asked softly. The words sounded like questioning herself.

I came back to my senses from yesterday's memories and looked at Xiao Yin. Tonight, when Xiao Yin came to make the model, she had been sullen, we thought that she had been bullied or criticized again at school, but we didn't expect that the problem was far more complicated than we thought.

Lu Xue gently poured out Xiao Yin's cold tea, and slowly continued lightly and elegantly, "Xiao Yin, we don't have it"

"Are you lying to him? He doesn't have a talent for drawing at all, does he? Xiao Yin still looked at me directly and said with guilt.

"You really haven't regretted it? Anyone has something to regret, and you must have it too, and it makes me happy to say it. Wang Huan's words seemed to echo in my ears again, "What is it?" Your parents, you never seem to have said that your parents were angry with them? Or is it some girl you've ever liked? Say it, don't wait until you're old and have to reminisce about the past alone on a park bench, that would be too boring. Come, tell me about it. ”

"I don't regret anything, my life has always been like this. I've long been accustomed to doing only what I need to do in life. "I remember this is how I responded to her.

"I just did what I had to do." I looked into Xiao Yin's eyes and said calmly.

"We lied to him, didn't we? Now his classmates think of him as a master, including himself. Only I know that his graffiti is still graffiti. Xiao Yin put down the glued model parts and looked over my shoulder, as if I was just air.

Does Xiao Yin think that she has deceived others? Guilty, she's guilty. I thought to myself.

"Don't complain that life has deceived you, have the courage to cheat back again, don't be angry about this, little girl, you just taught him a lesson in advance, he should thank you." Sun Hao said with a light smile, his voice revealing the taste of bewitchment.

"So, what should I do? How should I face him, how should I face my classmates? Xiao Yin's tone weakened, and her eyes were clouded with confusion.

"It's very simple, you should also treat him as a master, how did that sentence come about, yes, yes, you just deceived yourself." Sun Hao shrugged his shoulders and said very easily, as if he was talking about a trivial matter.

"You're lying to yourself." Wang Huan's words yesterday sounded in my mind again, "Do you think you can cheat life?" You're just lying to yourself. She was still very philosophical, with a light smile of pity.

I don't remember where I've seen that pitiful smile, I can't remember, where I've seen it, it seems like a long time ago, I only vaguely remember that smile, and that immature face.

"Good morning."

She smiled, lowered her head, and walked quickly out of the hallway.

"Good morning." The next day, I greeted her again.

She looked back at me, smiled, nodded, and ran briskly out of the hallway.

"Good morning." The next day, I still greeted her.

"Good morning." She said, smiling as she walked slowly down the stairs in front of me.

"Is there no other way?" Xiao Yin looked at Lu Xue expectantly, expecting her to say a different answer.

Lu Xue shook her head, "No, now everyone thinks that he has a talent for painting, and he will become a master, even if he doesn't think so, he can't change the impression of others." If someone says that his paintings are just graffiti, then that person will definitely be besieged, and everyone will agree that it is the fault of that person, that person does not know how to appreciate art. When everyone around him thinks that he is a master, even if he is not a master, he will think that he is a master. ”

"The Emperor's New Clothes, a Modern Edition." Sun Hao smiled teasingly and said.

"Can't it really be changed? I regret it a little. ”

"It can't be changed." I shook my head and said, "Basically the attribution is wrong, people often attribute other people's behavior to intrinsic traits such as personality or attitude, and ignore the importance of the situation they are in. People often think that there is sufficient evidence to support the evaluation of other people's behavior, but we tend to underestimate the influence of external factors and overestimate the influence of internal or personal factors. ”

"People tend to see only what they identify with and like to condemn or praise others, but they often ignore the impact of environmental factors." Luxue continued.

"I'm starting to say things I don't understand again, can you say that I understand." Sun Hao protested dissatisfied.

Xiao Yin looked at Sun Hao and nodded in agreement.

Environmental factors, I thought to myself. recalled Wang Huan's words yesterday.

"Xiaoshan, do you think it's interesting for you to live like this? Don't you feel bored with such a mechanical life? You've been working in this Internet café for four years, have you ever thought about changing jobs and environment? Do you have a purpose in life? ”

"Is it a goal in life, to earn money to support yourself?"

“”

My goal in life is to live a peaceful life. I don't know if it's a life goal or not, but it's what I've always hoped for. I didn't plan to change jobs, change environments, I was used to this way of life, as if I belonged here, it was my life.

"You're deceiving yourself." Wang Huan finally said.

"For example, Xiaoyin, your classmates, everyone has seen that he likes graffiti, and they have also seen that his graffiti is very similar to the master's paintings. Your classmates will not judge the master's paintings indiscriminately, because they are the masters, the people who everyone agrees with, and everyone will think that his paintings are masterpieces no matter what they are, even if they themselves can't read them. Your classmate drew a graffiti that resembles the master's work, what do people think? Would you think that a master's painting is the same as a graffiti? No, people don't think that, that will make their cognition contradictory, this is the environment in which people live, no one will question it, when similar paintings appear, people will naturally agree, people will think that your classmates are also masters, at least in the future. This is because human behavior is the easiest information to observe. It is easy to notice the words and deeds of an individual, but it is difficult to attract attention to external conditions such as the living environment, so we ignore the role of these external factors and emphasize too much on the individual's own reasons. "Dew Snow Road.

Sun Hao nodded thoughtfully, and asked again, "Are we the same?" ”

"All the same," Lu Xue smiled at Xiao Yin, and said, "We all have a basic belief that individuals should be responsible for their own actions, so when analyzing the reasons for their actions, we will trace the reasons of the individuals themselves. For example, we tend to think that a person's life situation has a lot to do with their own hard work, so when we see a person living in poverty, we may wonder why he is not diligent! ”

"Then, then you can only deceive him all the time?" Xiao Yin asked in a low voice.

"He himself will change, or he will be complacent and famous, or he will become a true master. Life starts all over again without deceiving anyone, it's there, it never changes, it's us who changes. Lu Xue smiled and whispered.

Life never changes, it's us who change, I repeat in a low voice. I seem to think back to that September many years ago, the early morning hallway I often say hello to, and that somewhat immature face.

I walked down the stairs, my steps steady, my gaze over the familiar back, as if it didn't exist.

"Good morning." It was the first time she greeted me, she said, and the last, and she smiled lightly with a hint of pity and sadness.