Then, a slide lantern was displayed on the crystal screen in the auditorium, and a row of large characters was the title of Ye Jia's speech today:

Difference Between Psychosis and Daydreaming

The difference between psychosis and daydreaming!

Feng Feng felt that her mind was buzzing, and Ye Jia's voice was so gentle and pleasant, but she could hear it in a fog, and she kept wondering whether she was a psychopath or a daydreamer?

That's why Dr. Yip Ka invited himself here today? Does he think of himself as a neurotic or a daydreamer?

At some point, the speech was over.

The crowd poured out endlessly, and many people ran to find Ye Jia to sign autographs, but they were all blocked. Ye Jia is not a star, he doesn't like this, although he is gentle and personable, it doesn't mean that he won't refuse things he doesn't like.

Feng Feng also walked out with the crowd, and outside, the sun was already setting in the west.

She saw Ye Jia and others coming out of another door, at the door, there was an RV parked, a very dignified and very beautiful woman got out of the car, greeted Ye Jia, Ye Jia turned around and waved to everyone, got into the RV, and then, the car passed through the boulevard of the campus and went out......

Feng Feng had been watching quietly from afar, in fact, in the crowd, she only glanced at it in a hurry, but she still stood there stubbornly, watching Ye Jia's vague back get into the car from a distance, watching the car disappear, and suddenly laughed.

Ye Jia, he's a stranger!

The distance between himself and him is like the distance between his second-hand bicycle and his motorhome.

Ye Jia is a stranger, just a stranger similar to Gaya.

I happened to meet him, and it is estimated that he invited himself to this speech out of professional habit and curiosity, and that's it, but it is ridiculous that he actually had a deep fantasy-

He is Gaya, he is the Gaya who is gentle and considerate to himself. No matter among the thousands of people, he can see himself at a glance, recognize himself, just like when he was in the family temple, he is obedient to himself, and tells himself huge ugly stories.

But no, he's not Gaya, he's Ye Jia, he's Ye Jia who doesn't know himself at all. And he, I'm afraid in his eyes, is just a stranger like those girls who worship his appearance or fame.

She lay under a tall French plane tree, looking at the sun, and tears fell from her eyes.