My Little Mom is the Richest

"Actually, you have not left the planet you are on." Mu Qiu said comfortingly.

At this time, the patient smiled sadly and said: "Don't be ridiculous, I am nothing at all. I can't even compare to the so-called accessories."

Mu Qiu watched the patient's mood fluctuate slightly and said, "Don't say that, you are thinking too much. Do you know what you just said went beyond the scope?"

"Haha, do you mean it's traditional morality? Or is it the existing human theory or something else?" The patient said to Mu Qiu with a sly smile. This expression made Mu Qiu particularly worried.

After he asked this question, Mu Qiu chose to remain silent.

The patient looked at Mu Qiu and said nothing, then continued to laugh at himself: "Anyway, thank you! I may live on this planet in the future, and we will meet again."

"I know that the meaning of my existence may be here, and I don't need to do anything. Because they can't get the relevant information I gave."

Mu Qiu was curious whether this patient was happy or sad, but Mu Qiu was confused.

"I want to say that you on another planet would feel the same way you feel here?" Mu Qiu asked.

After hearing this, the patient responded within seconds and said, "Yes, that's true."

As the patient spoke, he stood up and said, "Well, it's time for me to go. It's getting late. Anyway, thank you very much. See you next time!"

In fact, Mu Qiu didn't ask all the questions, but it was hard to say anything.

"What should I say?" After speaking, Mu Qiu was silent for a while and then continued: "Okay, then go on your way and wish you good luck!"

After Mu Qiu finished speaking, the patient was sluggish for a moment and was not in a hurry to leave. Then he turned back and looked at Mu Qiu seriously and said, "Actually, let me tell you! Sometimes I really hope that I am a mental patient like you said. .”

"Why?" Mu Qiu asked.

"Because then there would at least be some chance of cure, and even hope, but now..." The patient lowered his head and sighed mid-sentence, turned around and left.

Mu Qiu sat alone on the sofa, looking out the window as his figure gradually faded away as he walked out of the tea restaurant, feeling inexplicably uncomfortable.

When Mu Qiu returned to the studio, the professor was already sitting on the sofa as if waiting for Mu Qiu's return.

"Did you go to see him today?" the professor asked.

"Hmm..." Mu Qiu responded.

"Then you told him?" the professor continued to ask.

Mu Qiu continued to nod in response.

"Then will he accept it?" The professor seemed to not let Mu Qiu go, and started a series of tortures.

Mu Qiu smiled and said, "Why do you have so many questions! I almost can't get over it."

"Speak quickly! It won't matter if you answer a question." The professor said a little impatiently.

"Okay, okay! Don't be so anxious! I just said that." Mu Qiu said.

"Is there any way he can not accept it?" Mu Qiu said confidently.

When the professor heard Mu Qiu's answer, he didn't know what to say, and then the two of them fell silent.

A few minutes later, the professor suddenly said: "I suddenly feel that we are a bit annoying like this. Just let him think so. Isn't it good to stay like this? At least there is an expectation."

"Maybe we humans are such annoying animals! Although we are high-level animals, some behaviors are not as good as low-level animals." Mu Qiu said.

"Yeah, I just tried my best to know the results, but I never thought about whether I could accept the results," the professor said. . ,,.