"Huh?" Zhang Lang didn't expect why the two girls would scold him at the same time.

That's right, Zhang Lang felt that it was very strange for two people to scold themselves at the same time.

Actually, after these things last night, Zhang Lang was ready to be scolded.

After all, not everyone likes to be molested by boys, especially good girls.

They want to take control of themselves rather than give the initiative to the boys.

Even for some excellent girls, taking the initiative will make them more comfortable.

The initiative here refers not only to the initiative over the words, but also to the initiative over some details of life.

Zhang Lang is actually very familiar with such girls.

After all, there are actually many such girls, and Zhang Lang has seen many of them.

What's more, Zhang Lang has been living with this person.

This very strong person is Angel.

Of course, although Angel is strong, in fact, many things are still for Zhang Lang's sake.

I don't blindly ask myself to be strong and forget a lot of things, or throw away a lot of things.

For example, occasionally Angel will slightly abandon her principles for the sake of Zhang Lang and so on.

Therefore, seeing Su Musha and Zhang Yan like this, Zhang Lang can understand how much.

In fact, Zhang Lang didn't know that although his analysis could not be completely said to be wrong, at least more than 80 percent of it was wrong.

At least, whether it is Su Musha or Zhang Yan, they are actually not very strong people.

The reason why it will be shown today makes people feel similar to a very strong feeling, is because Zhang Lang's performance is too gorgeous.

It is precisely because of Zhang Lang's aggressiveness in wisdom and even other experiences in life that Su Musha is so out of shape.

Zhang Yan is better.

Although it is said that she was rectified by Zhang Lang, it is impossible not to say that she is angry.

But she also knew that in fact, Zhang Lang did this completely for his own good.

Moreover, after these psychological ups and downs, Zhang Yan feels that her life should develop in a better direction.

And it is precisely because of this that Zhang Yan feels that she should cherish her current life even more.

Instead of blindly escaping, blindly fearing reality.

Therefore, although Zhang Yan said to Zhang Lang, he had a little resentment.

After all, no matter which season of the girl is concerned, what Zhang Lang does will make them very angry.

You would never have thought that a boy, who doesn't know you at all, doesn't know you, would have such a clear grasp of your psychology.

It's even as if from the beginning, living with you, playing with you, has always been a childhood sweetheart, and the two have no guesses.

Such a person is really very scary.

Even now that Zhang Lang sees it, Zhang Yan has a feeling in his heart that he is not wearing clothes.

This feeling is not that the physical aspect of the red fruit fruit, but the mental aspect of the red fruit fruit.

Zhang Yan felt that in front of Zhang Lang, it was as if there was no line of defense in front of Zhang Lang.

Therefore, Zhang Yan was distressed.

The person facing him is obviously a child much younger than himself.

Although Zhang Yan didn't know Zhang Lang's age, think about it, the age of Miss Su in her own company is just fifteen years old this year.

And Zhang Lang's age must be fifteen or sixteen years old.

And I am twenty-eight years old this year.

In this case, the age gap is as much as twelve years.

But today I was saved by a child who was ten years younger than me.

But, at the end of the day, it's a child.

Zhang Yan suddenly sighed.

No matter how smart, wise, and ingenious Zhang Lang is now a fifteen or sixteen-year-old child.

However, in essence, a child at this age is actually a half-old child at most.

At least that's what Zhang Yan thinks.

After all, when he gave himself psychotherapy, Zhang Lang actually had a lot of opportunities to make himself better in a calm tone.

But Zhang Lang didn't do this, but after "teasing" himself, he gave him the final spiritual counseling.

Although this makes Zhang Yan feel a little regretful, on the whole, it is still worth affirming.

After all, this basically shows that Zhang Lang's mind is not so much like an adult, at least he preserves the innocence of his childhood.

However, it is obvious that Zhang Yan does not know Zhang Lang very well.

After Zhang Lang saw that a few people didn't seem to want to answer his question, he also made himself bored, so he gave up.

But it didn't end there.

After all, for Zhang Lang, Zhang Yan's psychotherapy is actually the last step.

This step is important to say important, not important to say, not very important.

In fact, to be honest, this last step was not learned by Zhang Lang from a psychological counseling book, but according to the words of his live-in friend Angel.

"Zhang Yan, here, I have a message for you, listen to it carefully, if you can write it down, write it down, if you can't remember it, you have to stay in the bottom of your heart and leave an impression." Zhang Lang stood up, pulled over a bench and sat down, maintaining the same height as Zhang Yan.

When I was squatting on the ground just now, it was almost similar.

In order to better communicate with Zhang Yan, Zhang Lang squatted just now, stood and sit, sat and squatted down.

Now I can finally breathe a sigh of relief.

"You say, I don't know what to say to me." Zhang Yan was very curious.

In her opinion, no matter how wise Zhang Lang is, he is just a child, can it be said that a child's mind is more mature than that of an adult?

Of course, sometimes, adults are not as good as children's minds.

For example, your own previous thoughts.

In fact, it was clear that the matter could be solved very well, but as a result, he still chose to commit suicide to solve this problem.

In retrospect, what a stupid act I was to commit suicide at that time.

Not only do I live for myself, but I also have my mother and my sister.

Or rather, in heaven there is a spiritual father.

If he knew about the stupid things he had done, he didn't know if he would beat and scold him.

However, in Zhang Yan's impression, her father has always been an image of love, perhaps just a slightly distressed reproach.

"Life is a performance without rehearsals, meeting is the fate of disillusionment in the previous life, and separation is also the origin of future appointments......" Zhang Lang's voice was leisurely, to be honest, he liked this sentence very much.

After all, this is what Angel said to Zhang Lang when Zhang Lang was discharged from the hospital, when she was most distressed.

Now, Zhang Lang shares it with others.

He has always believed that if he has one share of happiness, then if he shares this happiness with others, then he will have two parts of happiness.

"The scenery of the journey in the play, spring flowers, summer rain, autumn leaves and winter snow, how many times the beauty when you first see it, the heart is excited, and it will ......be destroyed in an instant," Zhang Lang took a deep breath.

After four years, when he said this again, he already felt that nothing had changed, and everything was still the same at that time, when he had just opened his eyes, looking at Angel who was crying with excited hands on his chest in confusion.

At that time, the sky was still blue, the ceiling was still white, and everything was so quiet and peaceful.

I don't know much about what this world is, and who I am.

His name, strictly speaking, was actually what Angel told her.

"No matter how gorgeous and plain, it is ultimately impermanent; There are no joys, sorrows, or sorrows, after all, it is a play. Let's face it with a normal heart, face it with a smile, and sing and act, be grateful and cherish fate, there is no self in the play, and there is no drama outside the play......" Zhang Lang finished speaking, and sighed deeply, "This is the words given to me by my favorite person back then, and now I give it to you, I hope you cherish everything now, and cherish it." ”

“…… Thank you. After being silent for a long time, Zhang Yan's mouth moved and said.

Su Musha didn't react for a while.

Originally, she thought that Zhang Lang was going to say something unreliable.

After all, when Zhang Yan was doing some phased treatment before, Zhang Lang always said this and that, which made him and Zhang Yan almost have a nervous breakdown.

Now that Zhang Lang is saying good things seriously, Su Musha found that he was a little unnatural.

However, the sentence that Zhang Lang gave to Zhang Yan is indeed very good.

"With a normal heart, face with a smile, sing and act, be grateful and cherish fate, there is no self in the play, and there is no play outside the play......" Is this the man named Zhang Lang?

When Su Musha thought that he already knew Zhang Lang very well, the things that Zhang Lang did, the abilities he showed, and the words he said were so ethereal.

It seems that this man has never unveiled the mystery on his face.

And as time goes by, the things on this man's body become more and more incomprehensible.

What kind of person is it that shapes this man, what is it that shapes the character of Zhang Lang, and such profound knowledge......

Su Musha couldn't figure it out.

Knowledge she suddenly understood in Zhang Lang's words, as if the origin of the matter was about Zhang Lang's favorite person.

Who would someone like Zhang Lang like?

Who the hell is it? Is this person gone, otherwise why does Zhang Lang miss this person.

Of course, Su Musha would never know that this person has been having a "tryst" with Zhang Lang on Saturdays and Sundays so far.

That is, cohabitation.

"You don't have to thank me, meeting is fate, you can give this to anyone." Zhang Lang smiled and shook his head, four years later, the sentence of the re-era is still a feeling of "picking up flowers at sunset", that kind of faint warmth, faint calmness, and faint elegance.

Angel, unconsciously in her heart, has occupied such an important position.

"Okay, now that our psychological treatment is over, let's start the physical treatment, your feet are still hurting, why do you stand up?" Zhang Lang was a little puzzled.

"Oops!"