"Rhubarb, what are you talking about?" Xiao An said to the air suspiciously, turned around and pointed to the painting: "You said that's you?" ”

I didn't speak, just watched quietly.

"Big brother, Big Yellow says Little Black is it, Big Black says Little Black is it." Xiao An turned his head to look at me in a daze, and asked suspiciously, "Why don't I understand?" ”

I was silent for a while, and suddenly thought of something, so I changed the topic: "Xiao An, what special happened when you painted these small animals?" ”

Xiao An recalled for a moment and shook his head.

"It's nothing special, my dad and I were very unhappy at that time, because my mom didn't want us anymore." Xiao An awkwardly climbed on my lap and sat down, holding potato chips, his eyes staring at the stars overhead: "When I drew these small animals, I really wanted them to come out of the painting to accompany me, because my classmates don't like to play with me anymore, and I usually do it myself."

Like the old man who coaxed me, I touched his head with my hand and asked softly, "Why don't you like to play with you?" ”

"They all said their mom told them that I was a single parent and couldn't play with me." Xiao An's tone was very confused, and when he said this, he turned his head to look at me: "Brother, what is a single-parent family?" I often heard their mom say, but I didn't understand, I asked my dad, and he wouldn't tell me. ”

I thought about it for a moment, and my face couldn't help but look a little ugly.

I think I was like that when I was a kid, right?

Except for the three dogs next door, no one seems to like to play with me.

"A single-parent family is a very powerful family, huh." I gently touched Xiao An's head and said with a smile: "It doesn't matter if you are a single parent or not, Xiao An must be very powerful in the future, for sure"

Before I finished speaking, Xiao An looked at me with bright eyes: "Can I be a policeman in the future?" ”

"Yes, Xiao An is the best." I laughed.

When Xiao An saw me say this, he also laughed happily and beckoned to the air not far away: "Rhubarb!" Come up and talk to us! ”

The words fell, and a few seconds later, Xiao An asked me.

"Big brother, big rhubarb they say, can you lean your back against the bed, they are afraid of what you have on your back."

I nodded, leaned back on the head of the bed, and then I saw a scene of surprise.

The mattress at the foot of the bed was coldly concave a little, and then returned to its original state, as if something really pressed the mattress, which looked very strange.

"Xiaobai, why are you so bold, don't be afraid of your big brother." Xiao An's hand patted the air lightly, as if he was talking to Xiaobai in his mouth, and he was still patting Xiaobai's head.

According to him, Xiaobai is a little white fox.

Although I still don't understand anything.

But I seem to have an answer, an answer I can't believe it in, and an answer I've never seen or heard of.

The animals Xiao An saw were real, but they weren't real.

They all appeared out of thin air, or Xiao An's own imagination.

You may not understand this, but

Here, I'll give you two examples.

Both of these examples were told by a professor when I was in college.

The first.

There was once a psychologist who did an experiment in which he shook a red-hot soldering iron in front of a patient's eyes and said that he was going to press the iron against the person's thigh.

The psychologist then blindfolded the patient and pressed a coin scalded with boiling water on the man's leg.

It stands to reason that the coin will not burn people, but at most it will hurt people.

But this is not the case.

The patient howled loudly as he was burned by the coin, and then a burn on his leg showed signs of a soldering iron, and there were even some signs of blackening in the wound.

This is the psychological suggestion of man.

The second example is similar to the one above.

There is a death penalty crime that is so heinous that it has been used as a test test for some experts.

One of the experts, a psychologist, happened to want to do an experiment on psychological suggestion.

Tie up the prisoner, and then tell him that I will cut your arteries and make you bleed to death.

Then, the psychologist gently scratched the prisoner's neck with a piece of wood, which was forceful, but did not even cut the prisoner's skin.

At the time of the stroke, the prisoner began to scream, and the psychologist hung a bag full of warm water in the air, opening a small opening, allowing the water to slowly flow down the prisoner's neck.

Perhaps out of panic, the prisoner didn't notice anything wrong.

After some time, the prisoner died, the cause of death was unknown, but the body was suffering from ischemia.

Seeing this, I'm afraid some people have already understood my speculation.

The things that Xiao An saw were real, but they didn't exist in the first place, and they were imagined by Xiao An.

I don't know if the psychological suggestion of the Dao can have the effect of creating things out of thin air.

I don't know if my speculation is too absurd to even be explained by metaphysics.

But I feel like that's my answer now, the only answer.

Xiao An is different from many children, he is very lonely and wants many friends to accompany him.

In what he said to me earlier, there was such a paragraph.

"After I finish this painting, I often want them to come out with me, when I go to class, when I go home, when I go to bed, because no one plays with me, so I can only think about how nice it would be if they were playing with me." Xiao An looked expectant when he said this.

Can the human imagination create the soul?

No, because I've never seen any of it, and I've never heard of anything like it.

If you can create a soul out of thin air, wouldn't it be awesome?

Creating people, this is the old business of the gods, and we mortals don't think about those who don't have it.

Having said that, I still believe in my own ridiculous speculations.

I'm a fool at this time, I think so, too.

There may be other explanations for this, but I can't think of it, I really can't think of it.

Is it another animal ghost coming to play with him?

So how could it be so coincidental? It's exactly the same as the animal in the painting, not even one?

Why can he see the rhubarb, their souls, but not the souls of other animals?

Why can he communicate with rhubarb?

Perhaps

Yes, there are too many unreliable answers, and each one is unreliable, but I still believe in the most unreliable answer.

"Your imagination is rich enough." I couldn't help but muttered to myself.

Xiao An looked at me curiously: "What kind of imagination is rich?" ”

"I mean, your imagination is very rich, maybe you can come up with something in the future." I smacked my lips and said, "Imagination is infinite, if you want to have a beautiful woman come out in the future, then wouldn't it?"

Xiao An tilted his head and said strangely: "How can imagination be unlimited?" ”

"How can imagination not be limited?" I'm weird too.

"The teacher said that imagination is infinite, but I think imagination is limited!" Xiao An wrinkled his nose: "I haven't seen the sea when I was a child, and when my father told me the word sea, I couldn't imagine it, but when he described it, I could imagine a little." ”

I was stunned, and suddenly it seemed that this little kid was thinking more than I thought.

Is imagination limitless?

At that time, I asked myself, the original answer is the same as the answer of many people, how can imagination be limited?

But according to Xiao An's simple thinking, I suddenly became enlightened.

Imagination is actually limited, because all imagination has to be built on the existing foundation.

If you give a primitive man about spaceships, about aircraft carriers, can he imagine it?

Imagination is based on known facts, on one's own perception.

You can never transcend reality, and you can't transcend what you know.

It is estimated that children's thinking is relatively simple, and they can think of this directly, but many adults are smart but are mistaken by smart.

I'm grass, I'm starting to think about such things that don't make sense.

"Ann."

"What's wrong, brother?"

"Do you want to not be scolded by your dad in the future?"

Xiao An nodded and said, yes.

"Then you," I whispered to him, laughing.

After saying these words, he understood something, and from that day on, it seemed that he had not been scolded by his father.

What is science?

What is Metaphysics?

If it can be explained, perhaps metaphysics is another kind of technology, a technology that is not recognized by the world.

But when metaphysics is recognized by the world and written into textbooks, maybe many things in this world will be changed, right?

Don't talk about that.

I've seen a lot of things in my life, but there are only a few times that make me scratch my head, such as Xiao An's incident.

Compared with the things I learned, what Xiao An encountered was even more absurd.

I'm afraid that's where my awe of nature began.

There are many things in this world that cannot be explained by science, nor can metaphysics.

It comes down to that sentence.

You think that what you see is the whole world, but in fact, what you see is only a small piece of the sky.

Anything that can't be explained by science, I thought it could be explained by metaphysics, but there are things that can't be explained by metaphysics, so how can it be explained?

I didn't have an explanation, because I still haven't found an explanation.

The words I said to Xiao An were very simple, and they were a theme.

You can't tell everything you see, not even your own father, and in front of others, you have to pretend that you can't see the rhubarb, you can't touch them, and you can't do anything else, just treat them as if they don't exist.

That way you won't be scolded, and you won't think you're a little guy paranoid.

It's like my major.

In the eyes of outsiders, those of us who engage in metaphysics are gods, and if we keep saying that ghosts and gods do exist, then we are crazy people who propagate superstition.

But the fact is that ghosts and gods exist, so are we crazy or are they crazy?

If you want not to be ridiculed by outsiders, if you want not to be said by outsiders that you have a brain problem, you have to learn to hide it.

Because most of the people in this world are not in the same well as you.

What you say, they don't understand, and they won't choose to believe it.

I can't say anything, maybe there are no madmen in this world, maybe no one in this world is wrong.

It's just that everyone is at the bottom of a different well and looking at different days.