“...... Then the old lady turned around. On her head... He has a cat's face!"

"Ahhh!!h

Inside the garbage dump, there was a terrible scream of horror.

Looking at the group of homeless people, the big man who was fierce yesterday was now shrunk like a cat in fright, hiding behind a companion, his upper and lower teeth trembling like a machine gun. Li Shixin couldn't help but raise his eyebrows and laughed.

Let you bully the old man yesterday.

Scare the pee!

Obviously, everyone was frightened by this horror story that they had never heard before, and they gathered together one by one. After a long while, the big man who realized that he had lost face in front of his little brother shouted: "You old man is too calf! You...... You're going to have a beautiful idea!"

At this time, Li Erchun, who almost hugged the big man, was also stunned: "Yes, old man, you have something meaningful." It's scary, how do you sleep at night?"

Li Shixin smiled, he was so frightened, but he was eager to learn.

"Okay. ”

Li Shixin nodded, looked at the surrounding environment, and swept his gaze over a group of homeless people one by one, and finally fell on Li Erchun.

Thinking of the resentment in his belly, the material in his head, and then looking at the face of the student who had not lost his anger and pressed himself into a sub-healthy position because of his inflated desire, he smiled slightly.

"Then I'll tell you a book. ”

"What kind of book?" Li Erchun, who thought he was erudite, came to his senses and asked.

Seeing him interrupt, the big man on the side was not happy: "Oh, why are you so annoying? Don't interrupt, I love to listen to the affairs of cultural people, old man, you hurry up." ”

Li Shixin smiled slightly and said: "It is said that in the United States more than a hundred years ago, there was a young man named Thoreau. He couldn't afford to buy a house, so he went to a remote place called Walden, cut down trees and built a log cabin by the lake. And by hunting, he grows his own beans and gathers wild fruits......"

"Hey!"

Hearing the beginning of Li Shixin's story, several homeless people came to their senses: "So, isn't this Thoreau the same as us?"

As soon as I heard that it was a house that I couldn't afford to buy, and I didn't have any hair, and I had to cut down trees to build my own house, a group of homeless people suddenly had a sense of substitution.

Li Shixin laughed and said: "There is no difference in essence, but he thinks more." Speaking of this Thoreau, he has lived next to Walden Lake for more than two years. For more than two years, he took the earth as his seat and covered the sky, cultivated like a farmer in the vast sky far from the city, walked alone through the desolate wilderness after the rain, and gazed at the beautiful lakes at dusk......"

......

Shenzhen.

In the overcrowded intercity train, Zhang Quandan was squeezed in the middle by several fat tanks, and involuntarily swayed as the train moved.

At this time, it was already 9:40 p.m.

As a programmer ape where 996 is the norm, and occasionally even 9117, the crowded subway at night is a familiar scene and a part of his life.

Looking at the misty moonless night sky outside the window, looking at the speckled lights of thousands of homes, Zhang Quandan had the idea of escaping the city for a moment.

But where can you run away?

His parents, who had been farming for half his life, raised him from the countryside to his graduation from university, thinking that the creature of college students was not much different from the village chief and township head, and it was a rare success and pride in the rural environment.

But how could they know that there were millions of college students like themselves in this city? And after working for three full years after graduating from college, the salary from his hairline and life is not even enough to buy a place the size of a toilet in this city?

Just when Zhang Quandan was distracted, a push came from his mobile phone.

"Quick, let's gather around the campfire and listen to the wise man's words!"

Zhang Quandan was not interested in this title, but seeing that the train was at least a dozen stops away from his residence, he still put on headphones,

When he turned on his phone and saw the new video, which had already been liked by more than 2,000 people, Zhang Quandan frowned.

What's this?

Isn't it just an old man picking up rags?

However, as soon as he wanted to turn off the video, he saw an old man under the starry sky, beside the garbage heap, who was reflected by the firelight, holding the flute in his hand......

The song "The Original Scenery of Hometown" made Zhang Quandan, who was tightly wrapped in the entire concrete forest, suddenly think of the woods and rivers in his hometown.

The finger that had been placed on the closure was removed.

“...... He was a neighbor with marmots, partridge birds, and red-chained snakes, and spent a lot of time studying the lives of animals......"

“...... Not far from the wooden house, Walden Lake is always sparkling and clear. In the forest, beech trees swaying their leaves, green pines and aspen soar high into the clouds, gentle bean seedlings grow happily after spring rains, and distant mountain ridges turn with blue light, whether it's a sunny day or a storm, thunder and lightning, you can see Thoreau alone through the lush nature......"

"When Thoreau went out into the forest alone to build a hut, to plant beans, to fish, and to draw water, some people laughed at his foolishness, and let the city life go unwanted, why should he go to live that hairy and blood-drinking life? But Thoreau wrote in his diary, "I would like to leave room for my statement and waste my time?" ”

I don't think that's what Thoreau thinks, he just seeks an answer to life through seclusion. Life can be varied, and the most important thing is to honor the heart. Everyone should find his own way of life, not follow his father, mother, or just one person. ”

And Thoreau's pleasure in seclusion is, in fact, to me, more telling. ”

The old man in the video pointed to a young man wearing a red sweatshirt next to the bonfire who was about the same age as Zhang Quandan: "You young people now, crowd the subway in the morning, eat takeout at noon, and come home late at night with your mobile phone until late." Then from time to time, looking at bank card balances, text messages, and pay stubs, sighing. Live but don't know what to live for, you spend each day without knowing how you spend each day. What is life? Ten years of anxiety without answers. ”

"Just like you, Li Erchun. You want to eat delicacies from the mountains and seas, sleep in tender models, buy luxury cars, big houses, and famous watches, and your previous efforts are for these. But have you ever thought about it, it's all like a bottomless pit, and when you fill these things one by one with your youth and years, on the surface you have them, but in fact they possess you!"

"When I say this, I don't mean you won't be asked to work hard. It's that you have to find your true heart, and you say that you want to write a novel because you first like words, and you want your words to be recognized. But how long have you not thought about this intention? Without this intention, what you write is just to make money and realize your unattainable material desires, are you happy?"

The ten-minute video subverted Zhang Quandan's outlook on life!

At this time, the barrage in the video had already exploded;

"Mom asked me why I was kneeling and looking at my phone, and I told her that I saw the truth on station B!"

"The old man said it well"

"Look at the cry! What kind of life I live!"

"I'm sorry, old man. At the beginning of the video, I thought you were a rag picker, but when I saw this, I realized that I was the rag!"

"Pick me up, old man!"

"Master!

"This is the truth-the cultivation of the world is also an immortal!"

"Teary-eyed, inspired!"

"100 million more times!"

"Coins, collections, and likes are three times in a row!

"Zi said that Yan Hui eats, drinks, and alleys, and is virtuous. The old man is under the moon, the long flute, and he is in a despicable place and does not mourn himself, he has such open-minded wisdom, and he is also virtuous!"

"MAY I ASK UP, WHERE IS THIS OLD MAN?

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