He was trying hard to maintain his rationality, but his brain was gradually on the verge of collapse due to the memories of countless deaths.
Once upon a time there was a mountain (updated)
``Once upon a time, there was a mountain, and there was a temple on the mountain.In the temple there was an old monk and a young monk.The old monk told a small story to the young monk.``There was a hill. There was a temple there. In the temple there was an old monk and a young monk. The monk, the old monk told a small story to the young monk..." Ling Ling was lying on the hill. . A reclining chair with a 6 or 7 year old girl in her arms. The girl held a large lazy black cat in her arms.
The girl looked at Linlin with astonished eyes as he energetically told the story of the matryoshka over and over again, and said with an expression of disbelief: “Boss, do you really want to have anything to do with me?”
“First grade classmate, Mr. Li Yuning, please touch your conscience.” Ling Ling said seriously, “How can you be perfunctory? Look, I have talked back and forth with you for more than 10 minutes. I really want to be perfunctory, but I can. Did I say it for that long?"
"...But you keep telling the story over and over again." Li Yuning paused for a moment. He also seemed to feel that the attitude of the person he took the time to talk to was not official, but he persisted and said,
Linlin nodded and said with a smile. “This is exactly my goal.”
Li Youning was confused, "Huh?"
Ling Ling gently stroked Li Yuning's soft head, "Did Grandpa Li or your teacher ever teach you that when you can't sleep, you can not only listen to stories, but also count sheep?"
Li Yuning nodded.
"It's true," Linlin said correctly, "It sounds like I'm telling a repetitive story, but it actually achieved the same hypnotic goal as counting sheep."
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