My little mom is the richest man

"Actually, you haven't left the planet where you are." Mu Qiu said comfortingly.

At this time, the patient laughed miserably, and said, "Don't laugh, I am nothing at all, even the so-called accessories can't match."

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

"Haha, are you talking about traditional morality? Or is it the existing human theory or something else?" The patient said to Mu Qiu without a smile, this expression made Mu Qiu look particularly worried.

After his question, Mu Qiu chose to remain silent.

The patient watched Mu Qiu not speaking, and 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 have to do anything. Because they can't get the relevant information I gave."

Mu Qiu was very curious whether this patient was happy or sad. In short, Mu Qiu listened to the mist in the clouds.

"I want to say that you from another planet will also feel the same way you feel here?" Mu Qiu asked.

The patient listened for a second, and said, "Yes, it is true."

The patient stood up and said, "Well, I should go now, it's too early. Thank you very much anyway, see you next time!"

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

"How do you say?" Mu Qiu was silent for a while and then continued: "Okay, then you go well, and good luck!"

After Mu Qiu finished speaking, the patient was dull, and did not rush to leave, then turned around and looked at Mu Qiu seriously and said: "Actually, tell you! Sometimes I really hope that I am just like the mental patient you call a mental patient. ."

"Why?" Mu Qiu asked.

"Because there are at least some chances of healing, and there is even an expectation, but now..." Halfway through the words, the patient bowed his head and sighed, turned and left.

Mu Qiu sat on the sofa alone, watching him walk out of the cafeteria outside the window and gradually go away, feeling very uncomfortable inexplicably.

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

"You went to see him today?" the professor asked.

"Hmm..." Mu Qiu responded.

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

Mu Qiu continued nodding in response.

"Then he accepts it?" The professor came to a series of tortures as if not letting off Mu Qiu.

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

"Say it! Answering a question is nothing." The professor said impatiently.

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

"Is there any way he can't 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 became silent.

A few minutes later, the professor suddenly said: "I suddenly feel that we are a bit annoying like this. You just let him think about it, wouldn't it be good to stay this way? At least there is still an expectation."

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

"Yes, I only know how to find the results, but I never thought about whether I can accept these results." The professor said.,, ..