People never exist in isolation.
Theoretically, a person's current state can be used to infer his previous experiences, family problems, and even his entire history and past.
Why do many people think fortune tellers are accurate?
With some people, if you chat with them, observe their facial features, eyes, clothing, and behavior, then think about the questions you ask, and then make some ambiguous statements, you can basically get the idea.
Then based on your past, I speculate about your future and say some nice things.
Fortune telling itself is not metaphysics, there is nothing mysterious about it, of course... In Bai Song's opinion, these people are all cheating money, which is a kind of fraud~
After all, everyone is a product of society.
The same is true no matter where you are.
"From a sociological perspective, what kind of person do you think Shi is?" Bai Song pushed open the window and took in the bustling scene outside.
This is Shangjing. Countless people come and go, and countless joys and sorrows, ups and downs are played out every day. To the city, these are just numbers, but to individuals, it is an unquantifiable life.
"Sociology, I don't understand... But I feel that he always feels that his talents are not appreciated, is that right?" Wang Liang looked out in the direction of Bai Song's gaze. He opened the curtains for the first time, and the view outside the express hotel on the 16th floor was so beautiful.
In Beijing, there are many such hotels, which have booked 4 to 20 floors and undergone overall renovation. Even a small room still costs two or three hundred yuan a night. This city is prosperous and bright, and you can see it for just a few hundred yuan.
You can even see it without spending a penny.
However, for most people, they have never experienced such prosperity.
Or you may be dressed neatly in a suit and a slim-fitting shirt, going in and out of major office buildings. However, most people still return to their own small house of less than 10 square meters after get off work, and eat boxed lunches worth a dozen yuan as a consolation.
If you are in a peaceful state of mind and you feel tired, you can take your wallet, which may or may not have money saved, and return to your destination; or maybe you have high aspirations and would rather die than give in, and dedicate yourself here for ten years after ten.
But when has the city ever had feelings? It will not be moved by you. You can only move yourself.
There are very few people who have outstanding abilities, work hard, and have good luck~~
But in the end, it has nothing to do with most people, at least, it has nothing to do with Shi.
Bai Song sat on the windowsill, thinking about Shi's life.
Was there a time, or many times, when Shi also sat on such a windowsill, or a higher rooftop, gently stroking the strings of the guitar with one hand, and gazing at the city motionlessly?
Before this soul disappeared, did he ever write moving lyrics, beautiful melodies or immortal poems?
However, what is the point of discussing these matters now?
What disappears will never come back.
"I understand."
Bai Song murmured.
"What?" Wang Liang frowned.
"Wang Liang, tell me, under what circumstances would a person commit suicide?" Bai Song's eyes never left the bustling lights and brilliance.
"Don't scare me." Wang Liang pointed at Bai Song: "I see that your current state looks like you want to commit suicide, as if you have seen through everything..."
"..." Bai Song did not complain about Wang Liang. He smiled. Since Wang Liang said so, it just proved that Bai Song's experience was correct.
"I was just kidding..." Wang Liang saw Bai Song ignoring him and said, "To put it simply, there are two types of people who commit suicide. One is those who have made up their mind, and the other is those who can't make up their mind."
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Bai Song didn't know how to respond to this, but it didn't seem like there was anything wrong with it.
"But, no matter what," Bai Song still managed to break away from Wang Liang's interference: "Even if it's as you said, whether you have let it go or not, you have nothing to cherish in this world."
Bai Song once said that there has never been true empathy in this world.
However, Bai Song has always tried to integrate into Shi's emotions. At least, he can still understand Shi.
If Shi were still alive, he would be relieved.
People are products of society. Who doesn’t want to be recognized and understood?
"Yes, many celebrities commit suicide, and we ordinary people cannot understand it. We think how can they commit suicide when they are so rich? But in fact, they really have no attachment to this world because of various reasons." Wang Liang agreed with Bai Song's statement.
"Well, in fact, many people, perhaps including you and me, encounter some difficulties during adolescence and don't want to live anymore. They have thoughts of suicide. There was a moment when they were exhausted physically and mentally, and lost all hope," Bai Song said, "but at least they still have a sense of attachment to this world, and they still have parents to take care of and accompany them, and they worry about their relatives and friends not having a good life. Due to various factors, this idea slowly disappears."
"So what you mean is that this Shi also committed suicide?" Wang Liang understood a little bit what Bai Song meant. "If this was suicide, our branch office wouldn't be able to justify it. His family would definitely come and make a scene. He won 400,000 yuan in the lottery, and he just jumped off the building. No one would believe it if we told others about it."
"Then who do you think the murderer is?" Bai Song asked back.
"It's hard for me to say, but there are at least a few suspects." Wang Liang thought about it but did not say any names.
About half a minute later, Wang Liang couldn't hold it in any longer and sat on the windowsill. "Brother, you're not in the right state. Don't jump off the building..."
Bai Song knocked on the window glass, "You are sick... This window can only be opened a crack. With my body, do you think I can shrink my bones?"
"Okay..." Wang Liang opened the window and found that it was indeed impossible. He felt relieved and got down from the windowsill.
Not long after he left, Wang Liang suddenly turned back and said, "Just tell me, who is the murderer? Don't worry, as long as you tell me, I will believe you."
"The murderer." Bai Song's eyes seemed to be a little deeper: "It's money."
"Money?" Wang Liang didn't understand. "You mean, someone robbed or stole his money and then killed him?"
"Why are you so stupid?" Bai Song didn't want to think about the question any more. He had already thought about it. He wanted to jump up and beat Wang Liang up. "He committed suicide because of money. He had money!"
"How is this possible???" Wang Liang looked at Bai Song, who was about to reach out and hit him, and did not avoid it at all. "Who would win the lottery and then commit suicide? This is 400,000 yuan! It can buy an Audi... No, not yours, but a new Audi!"
After that, Wang Liang shut up and said, "Are you sure he committed suicide because he had money, not because he lost it?"
"Yes, it is a tragedy that this money has ended up in Shi's hands."
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