Today is the fourth day that Jiang Sheng came to the young man's house, and the black fog on He Wen's neck has faded by half.

The progress was not much different from Jiang Sheng's initial estimate, and it only took about another three or four days for it to "dissipate" this wisp of resentment.

At the same time, in its field of vision, the layers of mist on its body have also become a little condensed and grainy.

This makes it faintly feel a subtle touch.

It's as if it has a connection with the slightest mist in front of it, which is difficult to describe in words.

Why do I feel a way.

It seems that as long as my spirit is sharper, I can interfere with these black fogs in turn......

To be honest, Jiang Sheng didn't like such a hazy induction.

It's like a light veil through it, and before the "true face" is completely revealed, it will always make people feel erratic.

In contrast, it undoubtedly preferred practical and evidence-based answers.

But that's just his words.

After all, judging from the current situation, there is no such thing as resentment. It would be good for Jiang Sheng to have a little clue, it is better than guessing in confusion.

And then again, if I can really interfere with the act of resentment.

Does that mean that when my spirit is strong enough, I can actually try to control it?

As long as my soul is strong enough, it doesn't seem impossible to do that.

The only question is, where are we going to find so many longing spirits?

And it is obviously not an easy task to complete the obsession for them.

"Meow ......"

I always feel that I have inexplicably caused a lot of trouble.

Lying weakly, looking at the potted plant that was dying but not yet dead, Jiang Sheng drooped his ears and looked a little haggard.

"What's wrong with you?"

He Wen walked out of the kitchen with a bowl of cat food.

And along with a bowl of water, he gently placed it in front of Jiang Sheng.

"I'm here early in the morning sighing."

"Meow ......" Although he didn't know how the young man heard that he was sighing, Jiang Sheng still adhered to the etiquette and made a little sound.

"I'm not happy."

Looking at the listless black cat, the young man with glasses raised his eyebrows, his hair looked quite fluffy after taking a bath, and he lost the messy sense of sight before, and the whole person became a lot more energetic.

"If you're not happy, come and meditate with me."

Meditation?

Listening to this word, Jiang Sheng hooked his tail in confusion and glanced at the young man.

Is it the kind of practice that is like meditation?

Do you still have this habit?

However, before it could think about it, He Wen had already stretched out his hands and hugged the black cat off the windowsill.

Then he operated the computer again, and sat on the ground with the black cat disk.

At this time, a melodious music gradually sounded in the computer. He Wen slowly closed his eyes while calming the black cat's emotions with his hands.

Meditation, to put it bluntly, is a means of recuperation to empty the mind. Broadly speaking, it may not have any practical effect, but it can effectively regulate some emotional problems.

The duration is generally about 10 to 20 minutes.

You can listen to a guide or any other calming voice, but you can listen to nothing at all.

There are also no specific requirements regarding posture, environment and location.

Exercisers just need to calm their emotions and empty their minds.

After that, the body is kept still, and through the interaction between the outside and the inside, the whole body is trapped in a stable and unchanging single state.

After meditating, your body will stiffen slightly, but your mood will be calmer.

Puzzled by the young man in his arms, Jiang Sheng felt the palm behind his back, and blinked helplessly.

Truth be told, it shouldn't need to be specifically exercised for any qualitative workout.

After all, both as a person and as a cat, it seems to be a little too settled.

Hardly anyone has ever seen it look terrified.

Its mood has always been rarely turbulent, and even if there are occasional slight ups and downs, they are basically fleeting.

However, the black cat didn't mind sitting with the young man for a while.

Anyway, it usually has nothing to do, and the "bad luck" on its body, because it wants to devour other grievances, has no time to take care of the youth at all.

Therefore, it does not have to deliberately distance itself from young people.

In the end, I have to admit that the songs picked by the young people are indeed very good.

Jiang Sheng listened, and slowly, he didn't want to move much.

……

He Wen found that he seemed to have an additional hobby, that is, to "listen" to the cat's heartbeat with his hands.

It may seem strange to say.

But he was able to feel a kind of cordiality similar to resonance in such contact.

That's why he suddenly decided to meditate today.

He wanted to re-experience the feeling of being "connected by blood".

"Knock, knock, knock......"

The sun is shining through the dark blue curtains.

Listen intently, the throbbing that comes from under the palms of your hands.

In the chaotic but almost unchanged room, the young man suddenly smiled lightly, and then said to the black cat in a calm tone.

"Little one, you know what. Your heartbeat, as if slower than most cats, has a very stable feeling. ”

After that, he was silent for a while, and then put his hand on Jiang Sheng's head and touched it.

"If you're alone, maybe we'll be friends."

This is the second time that the young man has mentioned the words "if and maybe" to Jiang Sheng.

Last time, it was when he said that Jiang Sheng and his former cat might get along well.

"Meow."

Faced with the young man's self-talk, the black cat rolled her eyes speechlessly.

In its opinion, probably only people who have no friends will think of being friends with a cat.

But it's also a way of making friends like his heartbeat.

If you think about it, it probably won't be useful in human society.

"Meow what, don't you look down on me."

laughing and scolding, rubbing Jiang Sheng's hair a little messier.

The young man closed his eyes and said nothing.

He began to meditate.

But at this moment, what he is listening to is not music, but the "breathing" of the black cat.

It is the most sincere rhythm of life, without any prejudice and selfishness, and cannot be deliberately distorted or actively avoided.

It's right there.

Enough is worth a thousand words.