Looking at the unfamiliar scenery outside the car window, Wei Qingsong joked in a good mood: "This doesn't seem to be the way back to my home. What, is the Army really going to take me to work overtime?"

Unexpectedly, Lu Jingming said "hmm" without changing his expression.

Wei Qingsong opened his eyes wide in surprise: "Is this considered exploitation?"

"No, just play the value you should play."

Because Lu Jingming's tone was so cold and solemn, Wei Qingsong couldn't tell whether he was joking or not.

Until the car stopped at the entrance of a Chinese restaurant, Wei Qingsong still didn't recover.

"You want to treat me to dinner?"

"Work overtime and eat by the way." Lu Jingming looked indifferent, portraying the exploiting class vividly.

The entire ordering process was led by Lu Jingming alone, and Wei Qingsong didn't even see the menu.

She cursed in her heart: A stinky straight man who ate with a girl and didn't let the girl order food. Who spread these scandals? Lu Jingming, does he look like a person who can fall in love?

After the dishes were served, Wei Qingsong was stunned on the spot.

What Lu Jingming ordered were all her favorite dishes.

Six years later, he still remembers it.

When she was in Nanxun Street, she was forced to take a large amount of psychotropic drugs and was hypnotized. Later, she received treatment in Country Y, and medication was even more essential.

Most of the time, the memories of those green years were vague to her.

She once had a colorful youth, but now, even drugs cannot erase it from her gray memory, and there is only one Lu Jingming.

Seeing that she was distracted, Lu Jingming frowned in displeasure and softened the coldness in his words: "You have been abroad for too long and you are not used to Chinese food?"

Wei Qingsong calmed down, and when he heard his sarcastic words, he was not really angry with him. His eyes flickered, and he said angrily: "Why do you always think the worst of me?"

Lu Jingming hummed softly, picked up the water glass at hand, and drank it all in one gulp.

When he didn't get a response, Wei Qingsong said to himself: "Have you ever felt that memory is such a wonderful thing?"

In fact, she couldn't quite remember who her classmates were in middle school.

In the spacious classroom, on the solemn podium, the teacher's face has been blurred into a piece of white paper by time and drugs. The surrounding scene is also like a hazy fog, those young faces that were once vivid, laughing and laughing.

, she doesn’t even remember.

The only thing I remember is the white figure beside me, as handsome and majestic as ever.

Thinking of this, Wei Qingsong suddenly froze, as if someone pressed a switch, and even his eyes remained motionless.

She thought that she probably understood the reason why Wen Cheng killed someone.

Lu Jingming's knuckles with distinct bones slowly rubbed the edge of the water glass. Lu Jingming was silent for a long time and then reluctantly said: "Yes."

Memory is of course wonderful, it can never be controlled.

If memory could be controlled subjectively, he should have completely erased Wei Qingsong from his memory long ago.

During the three days when all his thoughts were gone, and the three days when he hated her the most, he wanted to forget that pretty figure and that bright face countless times.

But he couldn't do it. The more he tried to forget, the more those memory fragments dug into the depths of his mind.

After that, he couldn't bear to forget it.

He told himself that he would remember her deeply just to remind him of that stupid past.

But whether this was actually the case, he himself couldn't tell.

After a pause for a few seconds, Wei Qingsong said nothing. Lu Jingming then raised his eyes to look at her, only to see her frowning, as if she was deep in thought.

He frowned slightly and tapped his fingers on the table: "If you don't want to continue this meal, you don't have to force yourself."

Even so, Lu Jingming felt as stuffy as cotton inside his heart.

Is it so unbearable to eat with him?

In just a short period of time, she had wandered away several times.

Wei Qingsong suddenly came back to his senses.

She raised her clear eyes and glanced at him, her glossy lips pursed in an arc: "Didn't you say you were working overtime? I'm thinking about business."

"...You are sincere." Lu Jingming's face turned darker and darker.

He didn't believe that she was so smart that she couldn't see that the so-called "overtime" was just an excuse.

He just... had rare selfish motives and wanted to spend more time with her. He wanted to make up for the lack of time in the past six years bit by bit.

But since Wei Qingsong said so, he had no choice but to ask patiently: "Then, I am all ears. May I ask what Consultant Wei has thought about?"

"Freud said that the human subconscious is like an iceberg on the sea. The visible tip floating on the sea level is consciousness, while the main body of the iceberg invisible below the sea level is the subconscious."

Wei Qingsong sat up slightly and presented her theory in a eloquent and scripted manner.

Lu Jingming lazily raised his eyelids: "So?"

"So, the subconscious mind is the master of a person, and the body is just a puppet. A person may be able to control his expression and demeanor, but he cannot control his subconscious mind."

Wei Qingsong smiled enigmatically and continued: "Chen Jin said before that he couldn't understand why Wen Cheng would kill someone just because of a reunion."

Lu Jingming nodded lightly: "I'm afraid no one can understand."

Wei Qingsong just smiled, shook the soy milk in the cup, took a sip with a bit of disgust, and continued.

"I accidentally mentioned memory just now, and I suddenly thought of this. Human consciousness is divided into subconscious and conscious, and the same goes for memory. When Wen Cheng and Situ Hui separated, he probably did not have the ability to consciously remember.

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"There must be secrets in him that we have not yet discovered that can plant violent factors in his subconscious. The appearance of Situ Hui awakened his subconscious and latent memory, further driving him to behave like this.

judge."

Lu Jingming's long knuckles tapped the table regularly, and Lu Jingming raised his eyebrows and said, "Can you be more specific?"

Wei Qingsong held his cheek, as if thinking about how to word it. After a moment, he said: "Let's put it this way, the so-called subconscious is rooted in the human heart and even the brain, but is not noticed by us. But the key point is

At all times, the subconscious represents our most subjective reaction, making some judgments and behaviors that our conscious mind cannot understand."

"Whether it's Wen Ye's subconscious indifference to Wen Yu's death, or Wen Yu's subconscious indifference to Situ Hui's life and death, the reason why they can have this subconscious rooted in them is because their father is such a cold-blooded and ruthless person."

"So, this cold-blooded concept is deeply rooted in their bones. Whether he looks bohemian or gentle, his subconscious has determined that he is a cold-blooded person."

"But the conscious mind is a person's social reaction. Wen Ye is a playboy, and Wen Yu is a gentle and kind noble man. This is an existence that they can realize and control. The conscious mind can make choices. Wen Ye

The prodigal can turn back at any time, and Wen Yu can also use Situ Hui without any burden."

"The subconscious mind is never under control, but fortunately, most of the time, through acquired wisdom development, the conscious mind can also decide what kind of person we become."

Speaking of this, Wei Qingsong's eyes trembled slightly. She didn't know what she thought of, and her face suddenly became tense.

Lu Jingming had heard it a little bit obscure before, but now he can understand the deeper meaning.

Just like he tried to forget Wei Qingsong countless times, but after trying to no avail, he became more deeply remembered.

Come to think of it, this is the subconscious mind at work.

In his subconscious, he never wanted to forget Wei Qingsong.

Thanks to Jiuliang for the reward.

It's time to cool down, babies, take good care of yourself and add more clothes and quilts.

Regarding subconscious murder, there is such a story in Edogawa Ranpo's "Who is the Murderer", which is quite interesting.
Chapter completed!