Xu Xia glanced at him, a deep look, and then narrowed his eyes, "Maybe." ”

And so lightly ended the topic.

Qi Hao had a breath in his heart, and after he was brought up, he was stuck there, and he couldn't get up or down.

It's like you're ready to do something, only to be told to cancel it, not to mention how uncomfortable it is.

He didn't say anything for a long time, and Xu Xia was also silent there.

In this way, the silence of the jungle, the misty night, and the continuous drizzle together form a perfect picture.

Two men sat opposite each other under the shelter.

Despite being back to back, he never let go of his belly, like a hedgehog, using his spikes to protect his softest abdomen.

"Shall we only keep the first half of the night, three hours, not too short, in turn?" Xu Xia suddenly spoke, and without warning, his voice soaked into the cold water of this night.

Qi Hao didn't understand why she could still say these things to herself calmly even though she had clearly exposed herself

As if nothing had happened.

Is it trust or confidence?

After not getting a response for a long time, Xu Xia smiled lowly, "Although I don't like to be nosy, I have recently made an exception to be a confidant little brother many times, maybe because there are many exceptions, I began to enjoy it a little bit, and I enjoyed it a little." ”

"So, if you think about it and feel the need, you can talk to me, maybe I can help you."

Qi Hao's eyes were deep, "Do you people like you who study psychology like you like to help others so much?" ”

Xu Xia sighed, "I'm a serious medical student, but I don't like to help others." ”

"Because, there are always people in this world who take your help for granted, and if you don't help, you will become an enemy."

"And when they ask you, it's a different story."

"It's disgusting."

When Xu Xia said this, his tone was undisguised mockery, ridicule, with a trace of malice, and the rain intersected.

"So, are you waiting for me to ask for your help?" Qi Hao couldn't say how he felt, so he could only ask such a sentence.

It's just that Xu Xia didn't give an answer.

Then, Qi Hao felt that the tense body of the person behind him suddenly relaxed.

The breathing was also even, as if the back was really given to him.

I don't know why.

Because of that problem, or something else?

Qi Hao's heart was very complicated at this time, he came here with the intention of destroying this place.

Just like Xu Xia's analysis of himself, he can't see hope in this society, so he scoffs at the so-called simple places like the school.

If he wants to prove that his view of the world is not biased, he has to convince himself that the world is the way it is, not only for himself, but also for others to believe it.

In other words, he wants to guide others to work with him to create the world he identifies as, the world without fairness, without goodwill, the most real world.

But Xu Xia's words easily shook his long-standing beliefs and pillars.

He immediately panicked and didn't know what to do.

Someone once told him that the most precious thing in this world is faith, faith.

When you become a believer or a belief in itself, the world becomes a believer in you, prostrate at your feet.

Listen to your teachings, spread your faith, and offer your own piety.

At this time, piety is the only righteousness in the world.

This is the altar.

A place that everyone is out of reach.

Here, all the power and wealth are just clouds of smoke that can be crushed with a little bit.

Take a deep breath and slowly settle it.

But the fast-beating heart still shows that he can't calm his heart.

Where he couldn't see, the corners of Xu Xia's mouth hooked slightly.

It's like Qi Hao has done many times in this day.

That's the pride of achieving the goal, and it's also the confidence that is bound to be obtained.

The night slowly darkened.

Only the occasional chirping of cicadas can be heard.

The soaked clothes were even worse on this surprisingly cold night.

Deeper and heavier, the shelter can withstand the wind and rain, but it can't stop the ubiquitous and pervasive moisture.

Qi Hao moved his body, feeling that his whole body was hot.

"You have a fever." A cold voice, a calm tone, as if it was just stating a fact.

Qi Hao wanted to speak, but his throat was very dry and astringent, and he couldn't spit out half a word at all.

He looked desperately at the starry sky above him.

He will probably be the first loser to be expelled from the system for having a high fever.

Smiled lightly, a little self-deprecating.

Behind him, the temperature belonging to Xu Xia left all of a sudden, and dissipated in the next gust of wind.

Is she gone?

Qi Hao was thinking vaguely, but he felt that she might come back.

In this way, in his anxious mind, he didn't know how much time had passed, only that his body was cold and hot, constantly alternating.

Draining what little sanity he had left.

"This is an herb that can reduce fever, I have already mashed it, but you still chew more, the effect will be better." Almost desperate, a fresh scent rushed into his nose.

Immediately afterward, something unusually warm grabbed his chin, and a sticky, fishy mass was poured into his mouth, slightly bitter, and a little sweeter after chewing.

He thought that he would never forget this taste for the rest of his life.

"According to your body, generally speaking, it is not so easy to get sick, but if you are too preoccupied, you will let the originally inconsequential injuries and illnesses buried in your body explode together."

"Psychology has always been one of the most mysterious and undetectable parts of the field of human research, but it is precisely because of the mystery that we should be in awe."

"The ancients said that wisdom will die, which is also to say that thinking too much will consume too much of your body's energy, making you overwhelmed, naturally, your energy will be sluggish, your body will be sick, and death will be closer to you."

In my ears was a man speaking in a gentle tone of cold and hard official rhetoric.

Qi Hao frowned, wanting to shut up the man.

Because every word of this would prick a nerve in him deeply.

He was uncomfortable, but he couldn't make a sound.

All of this, his own pain, and the interference of the outside world, he can only passively bear it.

"Don't hold up negative emotions for too long, vent them, and you will feel that the world is beautiful."

After saying this last sentence, Xu Xia suddenly stood up, stunned, and looked at the endless starry sky.

She suddenly felt that she was actually the one who needed to be treated the most, but she easily stood in that position that she couldn't reach to enlighten and help others.

She smiled softly, and there was endless exhaustion and mockery in it.

(To be continued)