Insomnia

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But for some reason, he didn't decide to speak now.

Tao Ling was determined to control his unnecessary thoughts, stop observing him, and focus on the next question.

This sentence is very short, the words the face of God have been crossed out. Tao Ling smiled and asked, Has this issue been clarified?

Wen Qingying nodded.

Tao Ling looked at him with interest. Wen Qingying knew that he wanted to hear his solution process, so he smiled and lowered his head and typed: What I saw when I was studying religious empiricism can be explained by the principle of critical realism. For people with faith, God is a reality outside of human beings. Taoist mediums can perceive immortality, but mediums are only humans after all, and humans cannot truly see the reality outside of themselves in their original appearance. Being influenced by others Influenced by psychology and potential desires, the appearance shown by Xianzhen to the psychic is produced under the cognitive mechanism of the psychic.

When he was a student, his main focus was not Western religion. Tao Ling noticed this very late, coincidentally, when he was reading about religious empiricism.

The two mobile phones were placed next to each other, asking and answering each other.

After thinking for a moment, Tao Ling wrote: You see, it is impossible for humans to fully understand God, and it is impossible for humans to fully understand humans. There is always distance, illusion, and potential directionality.

He didn’t know why he wanted to mention this more. Wen Qingying didn’t ask any more questions and just responded: “I can’t fully recognize Mr., and Mr. can’t fully recognize me, but this does not prevent us from sitting here now. Together, side by side.”

Does Wen Qingying know what he is talking about? Tao Ling was suspicious, but every time he turned to look at him, his eyes were so sincere and peaceful.

At this moment, Tao Ling suddenly felt that Wen Qingying might be a central air conditioner.

He can always express those gentle words in a very natural manner, but because of his sincerity and calmness, because of his politeness, and because he is separated from the world by sound, these ambiguous words become frank and considerate. It becomes annoying, and the result is even the opposite——

This is too depressing.

Even though it was just speculation, Tao Ling thought it was impossible intellectually, but his heart suddenly felt bitter and astringent.

When he tried to continue to delve deeper, he pinched himself with his lowered hand, which stopped the wandering thoughts in his mind.

The way of communication determines that the discussion between the two people will be slow, but it is precisely because of this slowness that Tao Ling can think carefully while telling the story. It is obvious that it is just something that was understood early, but it became more transparent when Wen Qingying pressed it. .

It was already the afternoon after we talked about a few questions.

Seeing Wen Qingying lowering her head to read what she just said, Tao Ling stood up and stood on the path between the flower pots to stretch. After moving a few times, his eyes suddenly fell on Wen Qingying.

Wen Qingying was facing him sideways, looking down at his mobile phone seriously, writing in his notebook from time to time.

His legs were too long, and they were bent up and placed on the edge of the table, making it seem like there was nowhere to place them. When he lowered his head, his back was slightly curved, making him look like he could lean on them.

Maybe it's because deaf-mute people are born with a quiet aura, Wen Qingying just sat there, and it became a country by itself.

After watching for a long time, Tao Ling didn't know why his eyes were a little dry. Tao Ling resisted the increasingly clear reluctance, turned his head away, and felt a tearing pain in his heart.

After a while, he knelt down and looked at the pot of meat in front of him.

After a while, Wen Qingying came to the side, Tao Ling looked up, Wen Qingying bent down and handed over the phone.

I took it over and saw that there was news coming in.

Xia Chaoyang, who hadn't contacted for a long time, said: Junior Brother Tao, I'm going to Wushi tomorrow, can I have dinner with you?

Tao Ling frowned slightly, and asked, Is there something wrong with Mr. Xia?

He got up after replying to the message, and saw Wen Qingying standing beside him, who happened to be the closest, but just couldn't see the distance of his mobile phone.

Unread messages will be displayed at the top, and Wen Qingying has probably seen it just now.

The other side said: Nothing, just passing by. Are you free?

Tao Ling lowered his head, and out of the corner of his eye he could see Wen Qingying still standing not far away, and he replied, Okay. When?

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