Chapter 26 26

26 I want to talk about intuition. The palms of my hands have the same "ten" palm prints, which together with the "X" on Jupiter Hill prove that I have a perception beyond the five senses of eyes, ears, nose, tongue and body. We usually call this perception "Gut feeling", or "sixth sense".Aimei conducted a statistics among her friends and found that nine out of ten people have this sixth sense more or less.This fully illustrates a phenomenon - people are divided into groups, and these people are like whales sending radio waves to the outside world, looking for similar people who attract him. Trust your feelings when you need an explanation and don't ask.

Given Capricorn's tendency to rationalize everything, rationalizing intuition became a heavy burden for me.What kind of emphasis should be given to intuition in my life, whether it is worth paying attention to, and to what extent should I pay attention to it? It has always been a difficult problem for me. A typical example of intuition in life is the white shirt incident. There was a period when I was very keen on white cotton shirts. I was keen on wearing them and buying them. When I saw a white shirt, I wanted to keep it for myself.This kind of shirt is clean and simple to wear, but it is very troublesome to serve.First of all, in Beijing, which is rich in sandstorms, it is dirty in one day, and it can’t be worn for two days at most. In addition, it needs to be washed by hand. To make it white, you can’t use chlorine bleach. It needs to be dried in the sun and not in the shade. The most difficult thing is It needs to be ironed evenly, because it is a three-dimensional tailoring style, and the front and rear are all wrinkled according to the shape. It is difficult to iron without long-term practical experience.For so many reasons I tend to think of the white shirt as a luxury in life, a luxury to myself.I always wash these dozens of bright white and identical-looking clothes myself, and then send them to the laundry outside to be ironed.Having said so much, you must understand that the white shirt even reflects my attitude towards life.

One day I happened to buy a white long-sleeved shirt in the New World Mall in Chongwenmen, which was of first-class style and texture, and the price was cheap.I walked through the mall by accident, I had an appointment at seven o'clock, saw this shirt at six fifty-two, bought it within four minutes, and walked to the Chongwen Hotel It was exactly seven o'clock in the lobby, and the person from the co-production company who asked me to write the script was wandering in the lobby. The script writing thing was totally out of the question, but I thought it was worth the trip because I bought this shirt.When I got home at night, I took it out and threw it in the chair next to the bed, ready to take it to the laundry tomorrow for ironing. "369." As I cut the tag out of the garment, I looked at the price and had a strange thought: "If they iron it out, they'll pay for it."

The next afternoon I took the white shirts to the laundry and the male owner was busy with his little boy running up and down the laundry steps. "Be careful, don't get dirty." I told him. "Do not worry." "It's dirty." I looked at his workbench, the white doilies had turned gray. "I'll hang it up and iron it," he promised. I'm apprehensive about leaving this spotless white thing next to other people's dirty laundry, but that's about it. When I went to pick up the clothes at dinner time, he just ironed them and took them off the hook for me. Usually I paid the money and left. I never looked at them carefully, so I lost the clothes.But that day, out of a strange unease, I held the shirt up to my eyes to examine it, and immediately spotted the striking blue stain on the collar.

"what is this?" I found the first place, then found the second place, and the third place, all in the prominent position of the collar. "What's going on? Didn't I tell you to be careful?" "I'm afraid it will get dirty, so I hung it up and ironed it." The owner looked aggrieved. Soon I found the same blue blotch on his steam iron, and the owner reached out to rub it, and was so hot that he pulled it back. "Be careful!" "It's carbon paper," he said. It was the carbon paper he used for invoicing that was ironed and printed on the shirt.

"Didn't I tell you to be careful?" My tone was flat, but I was already dizzy with anger. "I wash it, it can be removed, just take it and rinse it." "No bleach. Don't you read the washing instructions? It says 'no chlorine bleach'." "Chlorine? What does chlorine mean?" "Anyway, and in English, it says 'can't be bleached.'" "White ones, white ones should be able to float. You can pick them up tomorrow, anyway, I'll get rid of them for you." The best way to do this is to take the clothes away.

When I walked home with my clothes, I was so depressed that it was so huge, it didn't feel like I stained a piece of clothing.What caused that? ——It’s intuition. Yes, I have a hunch, I have a "ten" on my palm and an "X" under my index finger, I know this dress is going to be in trouble, from the start, but so what?I can't avoid it, I can't prevent it from developing in a bad direction, there's nothing I can do.I will definitely send it to the laundromat, it must be the laundromat, and the owner of that laundromat must have misplaced the carbon paper, or misplaced the iron, and eventually the white shirt must be messed up The stained collar was held in my hand.

This is another proposition brought out by the white shirt incident - fate. If you believe that the cross on your palm represents intuition, you also believe in destiny. The shirt tag with "369" was still thrown on the table. That night, the most important thing for me was to clean this innocent white shirt.I have used various methods, such as cleaning the collar with enzymes, soaking it with washing powder containing light effect factors, and scrubbing it with a soft brush bit by bit. I am not washing clothes, I am fighting against fate. .I know this is my life, I don't complain, Capricorn's life is like this, never complain, everything will be saved by you.Even if it has become muddled and out of control, we have to make a final effort.

But intuition, intuition is a luxury, more so than white shirts that have to be changed every day. I found out later that I was afraid of something when I was standing on the street corner waiting for Chen Tian that evening, but I was powerless, just like my intuition was powerless to the white shirt, and my intuition was powerless to the love and pain I was about to encounter.