It was suspended in mid-air

  Wang Shuang looked at Xue Er and asked if she had anything to say. Xue Er nodded.

  "Go ahead and say something! People need to communicate. At noon, I had a drink with Niu Chao and Wang Zi, they are as good as one person now. Husband and wife should also communicate more, right?"

  Xue Er nodded: "Yes. The unpleasant things I recalled today are not my own. I thought of Wang Xiaohua's mother, his brother, and his nephew. You say, their whole family, three people committed suicide, doesn't this family have a problem?"

  "Uh-huh. I've thought about this too. Wang Xiaohua's mother was narrow-minded, but always thought the truth was on her side, wouldn't listen to advice, and in the end couldn't resolve the knot in her heart, seeking liberation through death."

  "What about Wang Xiaohua's brother?" Xue'er chimed in.

  "Wang Dahua is a man who rarely speaks, seemingly honest and down-to-earth. But in fact, he's a stubborn person. He has a introverted personality, doesn't socialize with others, and his heart becomes increasingly closed off. This personality of his is related to his mother. So, he always looks at people with suspicion. His wife is kind and capable, but he suspects that she's not loyal to him. The resentment in his heart accumulates more and more. Finally, when arguing with someone, he takes out a hunting rifle intending to vent his anger and intimidate the other person. Who knew that the other person would also take out a hunting rifle? A pessimistic person instantly turned into a tragic figure. Do you think my analysis makes some sense?" Zheng Shuang said, looking at Xue Er.

  "That makes sense. What about Wang Xiaohua's nephew? How do you see it?" Xue'er continued to ask.

  "When it comes to him, the people in the village are like telling a story. He was originally one of the more affluent people in the village, and when he bought back a bicycle, there were still very few bicycles in the village. I heard from Dongmao that his borrowing bicycle thing wasn't something he made up, but it's true. The first time Dongmao went to borrow his bicycle, he said the tire was flat. Dongmao took a look and indeed the bicycle had no air. At the time, Dongmao suspected that he himself let out the air. Dongmao is not only outspoken, but also loves to tease people. He said it's okay if there's no air, I'll go borrow an air pump and fill up your bike at the same time."

  "Dong Mao is also like this, others are unwilling to lend, if they lent once, that's it. They won't go borrow again a second time."

  "So, Winter Wheat loves to tease people, he told me himself, and afterwards it was all intentional borrowing. He wanted to see how he would react to himself. The second time he went, he said there was no air valve core, and Winter Wheat himself ran to the store at the fork in the road to buy one back. The third time he went, he saw that the bicycle's dragon head handlebars were gone, just like a racing bike now, but at that time nobody in the village had seen a racing bike, however Winter Wheat said he was creative and liked riding such bicycles, and forcibly borrowed it away. Winter Wheat said he personally saw him use a hacksaw to cut off the handlebars of the bicycle's dragon head."

  "Winter grass is really something!" Snowy interrupted with a sentence.

  "For the last time, when Dongmao went to borrow it, he said the bicycle couldn't be used anymore. He pointed into the air and Dongmao saw the bicycle hanging in mid-air like a piece of cured meat. Dongmao said, 'I've never seen anyone so petty, finding excuses not to lend to others and not using it himself either.'" Zheng Shuang finished speaking and laughed by herself.

  "Xiaohua's nephew is indeed too petty and calculative. Let alone big items like bicycles, he loves to take advantage of small things cheaply. I once saw him buying white sugar at a fork in the road, he only sold one or two, guess how he ended up taking advantage of others?" Xuer asked with a smile.

  "I didn't know, you never told me."

  "When he saw others looking for money, he would use his index finger to take some saliva and dip it into the white sugar jar, then suck on his finger. When leaving, he would do it again. And say that the white sugar is very sweet." Xue Er said with a smile.

  "From these things, he is a very selfish person. Actually, this still has to do with Xiaohua's mother, his grandmother's personality. Maybe it's because of genetic reasons!" Zheng Shuang said with a sigh.

  "What do you think of Wang Xiaohua?" Xue Er asked.

  "Xue Er, you finally got to the point, right?" Zheng Shuang looked at Xue Er with a smile.

  "You're too clever. How did you know this was the key question?" The smile on Xue Er's face disappeared.

  "I said yesterday that his eyes were not right. What's wrong? Let me tell you, when our eyes met, his eyes showed a hint of confusion, and in the moment we locked gazes, he shifted his gaze away. He was evading my eyes. Why evade? There must be something on his mind that he's afraid I'll guess! If I'm right, he might have praised you excessively, despite your facial flaws, but he treated you like a perfect goddess, didn't he?" Zheng Shuang stared into Xue Er's eyes and asked.

  "Zheng Shuang, you're not human!" Xue Er's smile returned to her face.

  "There is no god in the world, and I am not a god. However, I have seen many people. From Wang Xiaohua's behavior since childhood, it can be seen that he has an inferiority complex in his heart. His mischievousness and pranks were all to cover up his inferiority. I don't know how he has changed now. Will his inferiority complex become more intense after being adopted? If my guess is correct, he doesn't praise you because of true love for you. He likes chatting with you not because he enjoys it, but because he seeks spiritual comfort. This mentality of his originated from the care and protection he received from you in his childhood. After marriage, he often compares his wife to you. Upon comparison, the care and protection you originally gave him becomes even more precious. In the end, he has a pathological psychology."

  "What should I do?" Xue Er obviously agreed with Zheng Shuang's point of view.

  "Xue Er." Zheng Shuang grasped Xue Er's hand, "I know you have a kind heart, you're someone who would rather hurt yourself than others. You want to save him, I support you. Let me tell you, you only need to face him directly, don't dodge or consider my feelings. You don't need to consider my feelings, for me, you can ruin your own appearance, you say, if I still don't trust you, who else in this world can I trust?"

  "Tell me what I should do?" Xue Er thought anxiously about finding a solution.

  "Xue Er, don't be in a hurry. The premise of solving the problem is to clarify the root cause of the problem. Let me put it this way. Xiao Hua has a scar on his body, and he tries his best to maintain this scar, thinking that the scar is a sign of wound healing. In fact, under this scar, there is pus accumulated. You must help him remove the scar, squeeze out the pus, apply anti-inflammatory powder, and let it scab again, so that his wound can heal. Do you understand what I mean?"

  "Hmm. If he comes to me again tomorrow, I'll make him clearly realize his psychological problem based on your analysis today, and let him understand that the reason I'm talking to him is to save him, and make those unrealistic ideas or illusions of mine completely shattered." Xue Er said while stroking Zheng Shuang's hand.

  "This approach is correct. However, don't be too hasty. Although he won't pose a threat to you, I'm sure of that. But being too hasty might make it hard for him to bear at first. I trust you, you can decide what to say and how much to say based on his expression." The village chief patted Snow's hand.

  "Alright, I'll go cook dinner," Xue Er said as she stood up.

  Zheng Shuang looked at Xue Er, with a proud smile on her face.