"Zhang Fan, right? What are you doing in prison? My cousin is in a women's prison, why are you a man?" she asked curiously.

I said, "Because they need a psychological counselor, I happened to graduate from this major, and I just passed the job."

"Psychological counselor? Are you a Freudian? Then you know the zodiac signs, right? Do you think of the matching of Aries and what zodiac signs do you think?" She became excited.

Oh my god, when will Freud be involved in zodiac signs?

"Freud is not a zodiac sign." I said.

"What is that? Look at the face, face or palmistry?"

"Yes, yes, and you can also interpret dreams. You are better than Duke Zhou, and he even understands one or two things even the Bagua, the Book of Changes, and Chinese medicine." It's really terrible to be uneducated.

She became even more excited: "You talk nonsense. He is from a foreign country, how could he be a Chinese medicine doctor? Alas, I happened to have a dream last night. I will tell you my dream first, and then you can help me see the appearance!"

How could such a fashionable beauty who is not as good as gold and jade, even Freud do? But I really admire these girls, believe in zodiac signs, believe in reading phenomena, interpreting dreams, and matching zodiac signs. In psychology, this is the Barnum effect. The Barnum effect is a psychological phenomenon proven by psychologist Bertrandfowler through experiments. It is mainly manifested as: everyone will easily believe that a general and general personality description is particularly suitable for him. Even if this description is very empty, he still believes that it reflects his personality appearance, even if he is not such a person at all. To avoid the Barnum effect, one should objectively and truly know himself and believe in himself. Now many people are superstitious about fortune-telling, zodiac signs, etc. The principles all come from this magical Barnum effect.

"I had such a shame last night. I dreamed of having a tall and handsome doctor in the hospital. But I don't like doctors. I like the serious and upright professors in the university. Isn't that strange?"

I pretended to understand the same thing and said, "According to Freud's research point of view, dreams are the satisfaction of wishes. Dreams are the subconscious in the sleep of human life in daily life. Dreams are the real dialogue between a person and his own heart. Sexual objects in dreams all have metaphorical meanings, which are basically related to money. Dreaming about doing it with a teacher means that you may have to take a make-up exam or pay tuition. Dreaming about a boss may be the reason for the reduction in business at work and salary cuts. Dreaming about a doctor may be the result of illness and going to see a doctor and losing money."

I was talking nonsense, thinking to myself that it was spring.

She frowned: "Spend money? What disease do I have? I'm not sick."

"Dreams are just dreams, they may not happen, don't be afraid."

"Look at my lifeline, it's very long." She came over with her long arms.

"It's hard to guarantee that people will get sick. It's cold, so you should pay more attention to your health. When you cross the road, you have to look at the car, otherwise your cousin will be in trouble. Your career line is long." I pinched her soft little hand, looked at her, and said, "I don't know if your career line is deep."

She immediately pulled her hand back: "Are you nonsense?"

"Why am I doing nonsense? Then you say I'm not doing anything, why are there such a psychology course?" I asked her.

"How do I know that you learned this to deceive the little girl, right?" She was wary of her.

I smiled and said, "Yes, I'm just thinking about tricking you into it."

"You dream!"

"If you don't believe it, I can still tell divination. Do you want to play?" I said.

"Are the tarot cards?" Her eyes glowed.

"Tarot cards are so kindergarten. Teach you an ancient divination that will let you know what status you will marry in the future. The predicted success rate of this divination reaches more than 90%.

Shara asked, "Really? Then let's start quickly, what should we do?"

"Be serious, this divination can only be done once a month, otherwise it will not work."

"Yes, okay." She sternly looked.

"In ancient times, there was a very ancient divination method. In ancient times, lamp oil was used. In modern times, candles could be used to divine. Are there candles and matches at home?"

"There are candles, but there seems to be no matches. Do you have a lighter?" Shara was deeply involved.

"There are matches that predict more accurately," I said.

"Where should I find a match?" she beeped.

"Forget it, you can use a lighter. Please find a large piece of paper, preferably white paper or newspaper. There are also pens with larger characters."

After a while, three candles were found, newspapers were found, and pens were also found.

I spread the newspaper on the table, applied a layer of peanut oil to the bottom of a bowl, and pressed it on the newspaper, and then placed a large plate on the bottom of the bowl to rotate. I asked her to draw the newspaper one by one like a dart plate, which was to extend from the center point and draw it out one by one, and write her twelve professions in each long triangle grid.

She wrote about it, a university professor, university teacher, and university doctoral supervisor.

I stopped and said, "You can't write like this. A university teacher is a university teacher. It's the same as a professor or a doctoral supervisor. Just write a profession. Also, you can't favor one or the other. Farmers and drivers must write it, otherwise it won't work."

"But I don't like it," she said.

"Do you want it to work?" I asked.

"What if the driver is detected?"

I said, "You are still wronged when you marry a driver. What a bad job you have? What a good job!"

She looked and wrote down the driver and the farmer in two smaller grids. Then the others wrote about pilots, presidents, doctors and so on.”

She looked at it and asked me, "There is still a grid, I don't know what to write."

I lit three candles and placed them on the plate, and placed them in a triangle: "You can just write about prison guards, discipline, or whatever."

"I don't want it!" she refused.

"Oh, the chances are not very high anyway, so you can just write a policeman. Do you even dislike following the police?"

"What's good about the police?" she said and wrote down.

I said, "Look at these three candles. Now, the beating flames are the same. When the light is turned off later, you close your eyes and turn left three times, turn right three times, and then open your eyes to see which candle has the highest flame and which lattice profession is your future boyfriend or husband."

"Don't you turn off the light?" She looked very excited.

After turning off the light, she came over to me and leaned against me: "It's a little weird, a little scared."

She nervously held my elbow and said, "Start quickly, I'm a little scared."

"What are you afraid of? You are not a pen immortal, and you can't have any ghosts coming out."

"Oh, stop talking, hurry up."

I asked her to turn the plate, she closed her eyes and recited silently, turning left three times and right three times.

Then he slowly opened his eyes.

On the three candles, the flame of one candle was obviously much more vigorous than the other two, and the flame was also very high.

She looked along the candle and said, "That's it, what's it? Ah? Police?"

She looked at the square of the policeman who was burning the most vigorously.

"I don't want the police, I don't like the police! Let's do it again!" She was very unhappy.

I smiled and said, "There is no way, divination is like this. Just treat it as a game."

"No! This thing must be very accurate! I have two police friends, but they are not handsome."

I recommended myself and said, "I can count, just find me."

"You? Forget it."

I turned on the light, she sat down, still feeling resentful, and I asked, "Why don't the police?"

"I don't like it. Forget it, I tell you that you don't understand either."

"We'll do it next month!"

"Be a game, don't be so serious."

"No!" she got mad.

"Haha, then you can play by yourself, and I won't have time to accompany you. Thank you for your entertainment. I should leave after drinking this cup." I said.

"You're leaving? There's so much wine."

I thought I would call Helanting and couldn't continue here.

"Forget it, I don't want to drink anymore. Your cousin probably won't come back to have a meal."

"Why the police?" She was still struggling.

I looked outside and it was raining. It was raining outside in the heavy winter, and it was quite heavy.

"It seems very cold, I'll go out and take a look." I suddenly didn't want to go out.

When I arrived at the balcony, I looked outside. Sure enough, it was raining and snowing, and the wind was blowing. I closed the door and called Helanting in the balcony, but it turned off.

Then why am I going out?

If I could ask her out, it would be great. If I couldn't find her, why would I go out for something?

I returned to the dining table and Xia La asked me, "I've been down all the time, I'm older than before, are you going out?"

"I won't go, come, drink, drink to death, drink to you. Drink and vomit you."

She put her phone on the desktop and ate while browsing Weibo, and said to me: "Drinking and vomiting, two bottles of wine are too respectful to me, and I poured half of the bottle of wine."

"Then try it."

"don't want."

She kept raising glasses to me when she said this.

After drinking, I felt a little drunk. When I stood up, I felt a little dizzy. She got up and cleaned up, threw the plates and other things into the dishwasher and said, "Let's take a shower and go to bed. I'm so dizzy. Hello, where are you sleeping?"

I looked at the sofa and said, "I don't want to go out anymore, can I sleep here?"

"Can."

I asked, "Can you give me a quilt?"

"Don't you take a shower?"
To be continued...