Caishen Live Room [E-sports]

In the past, I always felt that those words and sentences describing emotions were exaggerated, why I could only see him alone in my eyes, why the world faded because of this, why life was precious and love was more expensive, and why the moonlight tonight was so beautiful.

Bo Mingye never expected that such an experience would happen to him.

Perhaps the silence of consciousness was suddenly broken, or maybe all perception was suddenly attracted. In short, at that moment, Bo Mingye felt that the surrounding noises faded away, only the information carried by that person was so dazzling that his eyes couldn't help it. Condensed in the past, and other redundant information has become a dark background.

He even felt refreshed.

Since he broke through to the fourth level, he has been suffering from the super memory debuff, and he is about to have a nervous breakdown.Because they didn't want to disturb each other, the two haven't seen each other in the past few days.Bo Mingye thought, if he had known that Kezhou could bring him peace, he should have met this person long ago.

Although it sounds hypocritical, who made him really his own medicine?

However, Su Mingye vaguely grasped a glimmer of inspiration.

He hasn't figured out exactly what it is, but after gathering his consciousness, he still focuses on the person in front of him.

Bo Mingye asked: "On New Year's Eve, aren't you going home?"

Snapped--

Ke Zhou turned on the light in this room.

He looked around and found that this is the workshop for Bo Mingye's live broadcast, but all the equipment here are closed and not in use.The owner of the workshop did not sit on a comfortable gaming chair, but huddled in the corner farthest from the door, with one leg crossed and the other knee bent, and most of his body was blocked by the cabinet.

If he doesn't make a sound, you won't be able to find him at once.

Ke Zhou frowned, walked over hurriedly, bent down and touched his forehead: "Why are you here alone, is there any discomfort?"

Bo Mingye stared at him blankly, shook his head and said, "No, I just want to be quiet."

The temperature under his palm was fairly normal, and Kezhou felt a little relieved, but he still felt something was wrong with this person, so he sat cross-legged next to Bo Mingye and chatted with him: "I told my parents that there is a temporary extra training in the team. I caught up with that high-speed train, and I couldn’t change my ticket to another train, so I won’t go back today.”

"The lie is pretty neat." Bo Mingye said with a smile.

"Aren't I here to celebrate the New Year with you? You said before that you won't go back to your hometown during the New Year, so how can I feel at ease when I go back? Everyone has gone back, and there is no one here to accompany you, and you don't have to eat the New Year's Eve dinner. Look, you still secretly Crying here, how can I do this?"

"Which eye of yours saw me cry?"

"Aren't you crying?" Ke Zhou held his face in his hands and looked carefully, "It doesn't seem to be. It's okay, don't hold back, cry if you want, I will lend you my shoulder. Don't worry, I won't tell others."

"..." Bo Mingye couldn't argue with anything, so he could only say helplessly, "The shoulder is pretty good, let's borrow it next time."

"I'm not sick, and I'm not sad, so why don't you reply to me, Weixin, or my phone?" Ke Zhou began to settle the score, "I thought something happened to you, so I went to your house and found you were not there, and then I went to your house and found out that you were not there. Hurry up and come here to find you."

"Ah, my phone is out of battery." Bo Mingye took out the phone with a blacked-out screen to prove himself.

In fact, the battery is still 20%, but he thought it was too "noisy" before, so he turned it off manually.He knew that he missed a few calls, and there were still many blessing messages that he hadn't read, but he was really tired, and he just wanted to stay quietly for a while, and put an end to all data sources.

Ke Zhou quickly forgave him, but didn't intend to let him get away with it.

He can see when someone he likes is lying.

The reason why he decided to stay today was because he noticed Bo Mingye's abnormality.

Although this person has maintained the same frequency of contact with him recently, there is an obvious deviation in the state.Sometimes I look very tired, and my eyes are lost; sometimes I am a little absent-minded, and my reaction becomes slow;

Ke Zhou has carefully analyzed that when this happens, either the other party has changed his mind and doesn't care about him anymore, or the other party has encountered difficult troubles and distracted his energy.

No matter what the situation is, he wants to solve it as soon as possible so that there will be no future troubles.

Being mentally prepared, Ke Zhou asked bluntly: "Have you fallen in love with someone else?"

Bo Mingye was stunned: "...huh?"

what with what?

"Let me guess." Ke Zhou stared at his eyes, probing one by one, "Yu She? No. Yue Yan? Not at all."

"Guess what, they are still underage!"

"Zhu Mo is unlikely, you just met him." Ke Zhou asked quickly and vigilantly, "Wan Linfei? He Qingyi? Neither? It can't be that dwarf Qin Jing!"

"no……"

"Mr. Xue? Are you crazy? Mr. Xue already has children!"

"No! I didn't like anyone else!" Bo Mingye was so entangled by him, he wished to show him his heart, "I swear I only like you and no one else!"

Ke Zhou's eyes lit up, and his face turned red: "Then, why is that?"

Bo Mingye was at a loss: "What, why?"

Ke Zhou looked at him sincerely and said, "I think you're not in a good state recently. I'm always flustered when you're not in a good state. Since it's not empathy, then are you in some trouble?" ? Is it too much pressure to form a team? Or is it not smooth when playing games? I have helped me so many times, and I want to help you too."

I also want to help you.

Because of this sentence, Bo Mingye felt an inexplicable urge to cry.

Being able to have such a person paying attention to himself all the time shows that he has not left this world.

The man held him tightly.

The reason Bo Mingye gave was that he had some psychological problems.

It may be that he is thinking about too many things, he wants to arrange everything properly, and he is too strict with the team and himself, causing his mind to be a little messy, and he often has symptoms such as auditory hallucinations.

What he said was half true and half false, and with the various symptoms he had shown before, Ke Zhou naturally believed it.

He asked worriedly: "Is it uncomfortable? Then we'd better see a psychiatrist."

Bo Mingye agreed: "Okay, I'll make an appointment with a doctor in the next year."

Afterwards, Kezhou has been thinking about this matter all the time, constantly scrolling through the webpage with his mobile phone, searching for how to solve this psychological barrier.

However, the more he searched, the more frightened he was. The search engine didn't know what was going on, and the results it gave him were more serious and more frightening.At the beginning, I told him that it was severe depression and that the patient might have suicidal tendencies, and then told him that it might be a brain tumor, and he had to hurry up for craniotomy.

Ke Zhou was so anxious that he dragged Bo Mingye and yelled, "No, this won't work, don't wait for so many years, you can't wait for a second, you might be cancer!"

Bo Mingye didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Don't listen to the nonsense on the Internet, Yue Yan had a rash before, and the Internet said he had lupus erythematosus, but it turned out that he was allergic. The girl at the front desk asked for leave and said she had a stomachache. Cancer, it turned out that she had dysmenorrhea. This is not accurate, I just had a physical examination, and I am in good health, don't worry."

"really?"

"Really." Hearing Ke Zhou's stomach growling, Bo Mingye took the opportunity to change the subject, "Are you hungry? We haven't eaten the New Year's Eve dinner yet. I'll go to the kitchenette to see what else is in the refrigerator."

There is still a large bag of dumplings left in the refrigerator.

Before the festival, the chef made more than 200 rolls with the stuffing, saying that he would eat them when they come back after the year, and it happened to be a tooth-making festival for these two "voluntary overtime" people.

Bo Mingye turned on the fire and cooked forty in the cauldron.This dumpling is big and full of fillings, I guess it's enough to eat.

The white steam in the hot pot evaporated, and the white and fat dumplings floated to the surface of the water with their belly turned upside down. Two dishes of sauce were mixed with mature vinegar and old godmother, which brought plenty of New Year's flavor.

Bo Mingye served a plate first, and asked Ke Zhou to bring it to the dinner table.

When Ke Zhou picked up the plate with one hand, he paused slightly, and several strings of data caught Bo Mingye's eyes.

He served all the dumplings calmly and sat across from Kezhou.

The two of them ate a hot New Year's Eve dinner, and this winter seemed less lonely.

After eating, Su Mingye washed the dishes.

Ke Zhou turned on a computer, no longer searched for serious illnesses who talked nonsense, and was not playing games, but drawing a strange mind map.

Bo Mingye stood behind him and watched for a while, and found that Kezhou's drawing was very messy.

There are many boxes scattered in the picture, and each box is a certain skill in the game, but these skills do not belong to a hero, and their functions are also different. It seems that he just writes it wherever he thinks of it. .

Bo Mingye asked: "What are you doing?"

Ke Zhou didn't hide it from him: "This is the mindfulness training I'm doing for myself recently."

"Mindfulness training?"

"Well, it was taught to me by the psychotherapist in our team. Am I still practicing sketching? Sometimes it gets messy when I'm practicing. When it's messy, I get anxious. The more anxious, the more chaotic. Coach Jiang asked The therapist enlightened me, and the therapist told me this method. I couldn't understand their profound philosophical principles, so I summarized it myself, listed all the commonly used skills in the reproduction stage, and then slowly Arrange and combine slowly to see how they generate and restrain each other..."

"Well, this is very good, it can make you calm down and get a better understanding." Bo Mingye agreed.

"Yes, I also think it has some effect." Ke Zhou said, suddenly his eyes lit up, "Hey wait! Isn't this also the suggestion of a psychiatrist? In your situation, isn't it because you have too many thoughts and too messy? Why don't you How about sorting it out according to my method? List all the things that bother you, and then slowly find a way to solve them? "

Bo Mingye thought of this when listening to him. During the three days of retreat at home, he also tried righteous thoughts.

But no.

It's not that this method doesn't work, but that the amount of information he has to deal with is beyond what he can handle at the same time.

Dozens of messages like Kezhou can use this method to quickly find the best solution, but what he receives is not dozens or hundreds of messages, but tens of thousands of messages.

Useful and useless, all were forcibly branded in his mind.

It's not that he doesn't want to do it, but he can't.

But Mingye said: "Well, it's a good idea, I will try it."

That night, they watched the lively and boring Spring Festival Gala.

Bo Mingye massaged Kezhou's right hand.

He said: "Is it an old mistake again? Pay attention to relax your wrist after training."

Ke Zhou sucked his earlobe and said absent-mindedly: "Fortunately, I don't know what's going on, every time I see you, my hands don't hurt so much, and the place you touched is warm."

The divine power was poured in continuously, and Bo Mingye said with a smile, "Is this probably the power of love?"

Ke Zhou laughed and threw him down on the thick carpet.

It was rare for Su Mingye to have a good night's sleep.

When he got up, he saw Ke Zhou fish out a piece of broken dough and a broken cabbage meatball from the pot.

Does this boil the dumplings?

Sensing his gaze, Ke Zhou coughed twice and said, "Although the skin and stuffing are separated, the essence remains the same. They are still dumplings."

Bo Mingye said with dignity: "Indeed."

After breakfast, Ke Zhou left in a hurry. The family called to remind him that the high-speed train he had rebooked was about to leave.

The world resumed its clamor.

But Bo Mingye smiled.

Pleasant physical and mental release and sufficient sleep made it rare for him to wake up.

So he seized on that glimmer of inspiration.

The voice said, "Have you found a solution?"

Bo Mingye said: "It doesn't count, but at least I have a clue."

"What clue? Love conquers everything?" The voice was noncommittal.

"Huh? Does Order also believe in love?"

"Love is also a kind of order, although it is more chaotic."

"I see." Bo Mingye nodded, and asked it back, "Do you know the ink lines that the carpenter straightens?"

"I know." The voice said, "Invented by ancient carpenters, the string on the ink fountain is used to mark straight lines. The straight wood is the middle rope, and the scorpion is the wheel, and the curve is the rule."

"Yeah." Bo Mingye put on the noise-cancelling headphones, closed his eyes and was mindful, "I need to find my ink line first."

That ink thread that is dazzling and colorful in synaesthesia at any time.

It will separate mountains and seas of redundant data for him.

Let him stand here, no longer lost.