"Oh, both of you are from Qingwan University, what a coincidence." Sister Liao controlled the rhythm and asked the rest to introduce themselves one by one.

Housewives, white-collar workers from foreign companies, retirees, bald men, anchors with goods, high school girls... and Sister Liao, there are exactly nine people.

Next, Sister Liao asked everyone to tell us about their current situation, some changes this week compared to last week, or all kinds of big and small things that happened around us.

"My son is not sensible at all. This week I was called to school by the teacher again, and I lost my face." The housewife complained, "The husband is completely useless whether he is in bed or under the bed, and he is tired when he gets home, except for eating. There's nothing else to talk about in the shower and I. Another week of wanting to give up."

"The work pressure is very high. I work overtime every day this week, and the dark circles around my eyes are on the corners of my mouth. The boss keeps urging me on the progress of the project. My parents also don't understand me as before, thinking that I deliberately don't have a girlfriend or get married. Calling and urging me all day..." The white-collar worker scratched his head irritably, "I feel like I can't take it any longer."

"The tumor in my lung has grown. But I'm not going to have surgery, and I still plan to take conservative treatment. I'm almost at my age, and I don't want to toss any more..." The white-haired old man said jokingly. The white-collar worker said, "Actually, I have a granddaughter who will be 30 this year. If you are interested, I can help you connect with each other."

There were sporadic laughter at the scene, which eased the somewhat depressing atmosphere.

Shen Luoyu is not mistaken, this is indeed an "optimistic and upward psychological support group". Everyone seems to have been abandoned by happiness, remove the sturdy disguise on the surface, and have the big word "bad" written on their faces.

Soon, in order, it was my turn to write. In fact, I didn't know what to say, so after a moment of hesitation, I came up with the reason for coming here.

"My family thinks I'm not positive about life, I'm too pessimistic. They want me to make some changes, they want me to be happy, so they signed me up for this group." I looked up and looked at everyone, "but I didn't mean to Happy. I just firmly believe... that life should be full of pain and unfulfilled desires. Optimism is an illusion, misery is the norm. I don't have any idea of ​​changing the status quo, and I think I'm fine with that."

Live alone, eat alone; stay away from family, have no lover; be lonely, but enjoy loneliness.

Others think I am pitiful, but "poor" is just a label of objectivity. As a subject, my life is not affected by this label.

"If you can choose to restore your body to the most healthy state, don't you want to change it?" The end of dragging echoed in the empty gymnasium.

The healthiest state... It should be when I am not paralyzed.

This question is quite embarrassing.

I looked at Shang Muxiao, who was questioning, and met his gaze without giving in.

"The question doesn't make sense."

Time can't go back, and my body can't go back to its healthiest state. And even if I am not paralyzed, human beings are born to death, and from the moment they are born, they are doomed to decline step by step. The collapse of the body is inevitable, and immortality is just a dream of Qin Shihuang.

No one spoke for a long time, and Sister Liao coughed lightly and said, "You don't need to say too much for the first time, you can listen to others first."

Clockwise down, the bald man confided his troubles about being bald, saying that he was always teased by his colleagues and could not get a girlfriend; the anchor who brought the goods was attacked by black fans all the year round, so he could only take sleeping pills to sleep every night. She is only over 80 kilograms; high school girls have been good girls since childhood.

In this gymnasium, in front of the ping pong table, all living beings are displayed incisively and vividly.

When it was Shang Muxiao's turn, everyone was looking at him. He tilted his chair, his eyes fell under the table, and combined with the slight tremors of his arm muscles, I guessed that he was playing with his mobile phone.

"Mu Xiao." Sister Liao could only call out to him.

"My sister asked me to come. I listened to her words, so I came." Shang Muxiao didn't raise his head when he spoke, still maintaining the appearance of nothing to do with him.

Because Shang Muxiao was not very cooperative, Sister Liao had to act as a questioner.

"So, what's your question?"

"My problem is that I don't think I have a problem, but my sister thinks I have a problem."

If it wasn't for Liang Zi's relationship, he would have liked to shake hands with him and sighed "sympathize with each other".

"Then what does your sister think you have a problem with?" Sister Liao asked.

The chair swayed twice and fell back to the ground. Shang Muxiao finally raised his face, threw his phone on the table, and threw a thunderbolt: "She thinks I want to kill her boyfriend."

Sister Liao was shocked, a little frightened, and she lost her voice.

"Do you really want to kill him?" I asked.

Shang Muxiao looked over and didn't seem to expect that I would interject at such a time.

"Of course it's a joke." He curled his lips and said unconvincingly, "That man is not worthy of my sister. I may have gone too far in my words and deeds, but I just want them to break up."

"However, your sister is also a free and independent individual. Love is her own business. You can listen to her thoughts and respect her choices, but you shouldn't interfere. Whoever she falls in love with does not need the consent of others." Family The housewife couldn't listen anymore and expressed her opinion.

Shang Muxiao nodded, completely agreeing, but resolutely did not change.

"Indeed, I don't need to. But I hate that a person doesn't need consent, don't I?" Even though his tone was inoffensive, it was creepy.

A housewife may have never encountered such a thorn before, so she shrank, took a sip of tea, and stopped talking.

Starting at 7:30 and ending at 9:30, Shang Muxiao left in the second half in the name of going to the toilet and never came back. I thought he had left early, but when I went out, I saw that he was still smoking under the eaves of the door.