Mu Qian’s [Research Report on Being a Human Being]——A Cult of Personality About Humanity.

Fear is a basic emotion and the basis of "fear"; fear is also the basis of worship psychology. From this relationship, it can be deduced that worshipping the strong is a biological instinct.

This law is not limited to the demon world where the strong prey on the weak, and the human world where peace is the same.

There are two other situations in personality cults. One is that the starting point is from ‘ownership’, such as the worship phenomenon of many celebrities who have zero acting skills and rely on their appearance;

One is out of ‘imitation’, which is a yearning for beautiful things and an imitation mentality of better people.

Fear, imitation, possessiveness, these are the basic starting points of personality cult.

In the phenomenon of personality cult, there are many psychological forces at play.

Herd mentality.

For example: 'Everyone says that this girl is so beautiful. Although I don't like it, I can't reveal that I'm bent!' So I started to worship.

Passive or active self-hypnosis.

There are always people who say that this person is so handsome and tall, and will naturally have psychological effects. After listening to it for a long time, looking at the poster that originally felt a little "made", it will feel more and more interesting, thus creating the initial impression of good feelings.

‘Add to settle’ mentality.

Nowadays, it is not easy to find a handsome guy, so just admire him...

Mu Qian felt that personality cult is inevitable for almost everyone of weak humans. This is a spiritual need and plays an extremely important role.

Although most of the current human society worships "possessment", this is a satire of intelligent creatures.

...

Yangyangsha, Mu Qian wrote more than 3,000 words about this research, in his diary that he specifically used for "human research".

When night fell, his adoptive parents' car appeared from the street and drove into the yard. He closed the diary and locked it in the drawer.

Although it is a risky behavior to place your secrets on a drawer lock that can be opened with a little force. But Mu Qian felt that those who discovered this research report would naturally treat him as a secondary disease...

Although I look like I have a late stage of secondary cancer...

"ha--"

I stretched, stood up and moved my body, and felt a little expectant in my heart, wanting to know what dishes my mother bought and what she would eat tonight.

I opened the door and walked out yawning, but as soon as I raised my left foot, I couldn't get it down.

The beautiful, cute and lovely sister Zhen Xiaoling was curling her weak body at the door, with a blanket on the floor, and her body was on the blanket, as if she had always been a cat.

The tip of the small nose trembled slightly, and the long eyelashes were trembling... Well, if it weren't for the obvious smile at the corner of her mouth, Mu Qian would have hypnotized himself and said that he couldn't tell that this girl was pretending to be asleep.

"What are you doing here?"

Xiaoling shouted in a weak voice: "Brother...my soul is injured...Please carry me into your room...and then lock the door."

Mu Qian scratched his eyebrows, feeling that the most correct move at this time should be to ignore this unreasonable request at first glance.

So, he lifted Xiaoling up with one hand, clamped her slender body under his arm, and simply walked into Xiaoling's bedroom next door.

"Brother," a sister's forehead was covered with black lines, "What about the princess hug I emphasize!"

Mu Qian threw her onto the bed, flicked her fingers gently on her forehead, turned around and walked and said, "My princess is treated like this, she will change her clothes, her parents are back, you dare to wear stockings now, and my dad will definitely scold you again."

Click, the door was gently brought up.

Xiaoling pursed her lips and secretly wiped her mother's lipstick and began to take off her stockings in depression.

Stinky brother, don’t know how to appreciate it!

I will get up tomorrow and use a water sprayer to give you another time! I will definitely not delete it if I post it on Moments!

Little Ling thought whispered, wiped off the lip gloss from her mouth, looked at the small mirror, ensuring that she would not be discovered by the old-fashioned father.

...

Dada, the brisk sound of footsteps downstairs belongs only to the softness of the girl.

"Xiao Ling," my mother's voice came from the kitchen, "Come here to help me, mom will make you your favorite steak tonight."

Zhen Xiaoling, who always turns on the "meat food collection device" on weekdays, accidentally turned off the radar device today. Instead, he looked at his brother and father who were sitting on the sofa and talking.

"Come and get me a plate."

"Oh." Xiaoling walked into the kitchen reluctantly.

In the TV news, the city's TV station is broadcasting a fire drill that took place in a local mall this morning.

On the sofa, the gentle father Zhen Haohan, except that his hairline rose a little, looked the same as when he first met on a snowy night.

Both of them seemed a little taciturn. The atmosphere between the father and son who were not related by blood was not awkward, but very harmonious.

The background sound of the TV: ‘Our city’s fire response capabilities, emergency fire support capabilities…’

Mu Qian glanced at the father who liked to care about various news and said casually: "Dad, my holiday has just begun, and my homework and the tasks assigned by the school have almost been completed. I want to go out and do a part-time job."

"Do a part-time job?" Zhen Haohan put down his glasses, his voice as gentle as he did when he was training for new employees.

This kind of gentle charm unique to this man was something that Mu Qian had imitated for a long time but could only give up in the end.

There is always a line between gentleness and femininity, but the difference between left and right...

The father smiled and said, "Although the weather is not too hot now, it will heat up soon. Do you have anything you want, or are you not having enough pocket money every month?" As he said that, he went to get his coat with a wallet inside.

Mu Qian scratched his head and whispered: "Dad, I want to increase some social practice and improve my abilities. I will find a part-time job such as a shopping mall porter and retailer, and just have air conditioners in the workplace."

"Xiao Qian." My father seemed a little reluctant to speak but stopped.

"Dad, I know." Mu Qian's smile was very consistent. The two fathers and sons looked at each other, and they both chuckled lightly.

His father Zhen Haohan was still not relieved. He took out his cell phone and looked for it for a while, and called several colleagues to ask several times. When Xiaoling and his mother brought the meal, he finally smiled.

"Xiao Qian, I know the owner of a snack bar. He is short of staff at the place," Zhen Haohan sat in a fixed position and smiled, "When you have time, I will make an appointment with him and take you over and have a look."

"Thank you dad." Mu Qian smiled a little helplessly.

The head of this family really cares about everything.

When he entered this family, he looked seven or eight years old, so his parents naturally felt that he was already sensible.

My father just said, 'You should understand', which was what his parents always said since childhood: 'Please treat us as relatives in the future, and don't be too restrictive or polite.'

Gradually, Mu Qian accepted this kind of gentleness and kindness, but could not be at ease.

Fortunately, my father has allowed him to go out for part-time jobs this year, which is much better than last year.

Xiaoling with sharp ears: "Ask a date? Are you going to go on a blind date? Oh, brother, you hit me again! What should I do if I get stupid!" She covered her forehead and shouted viciously.

"I'm going to work part-time, why do you have a relationship with me? How old is I?" Calculated based on my age at this time.

"Part-time?" Xiaoling blinked, turned around and looked at his chuckling father, and said frankly: "Dad, I want to increase some social practice and improve my abilities."

Dad gracefully picked up the newspaper at hand: "Let's talk about it when the law recognizes child labor."

"Child labor...Dad! Doesn't they look like a beautiful girl of sixteen or seventeen years old?" Xiaoling waved his embroidered fist.

Mu Qian nodded seriously: "Not like it."

My father's attitude was very firm: "From the mentality, you will be ten years younger. Don't mess around, wait until you have an ID card."

"Oh," Xiaoling's little mouth pouted to the horizon.

Her eyes rolled slightly. How could this little thing be so rare that the sister of the Shenyin Hero...

"Anla, come and have dinner!"

The gentle and beautiful mother greeted her, and the family of four sat in their respective positions. With Xiao Ling there, it was really hard to stop laughing.
Chapter completed!