Within 48 hours, readers who have purchased 9o to chapter V can see ☆, oo18 has died

According to my father, there are many people who have memories for a lifetime, but most of them can only remember fragments, and treat these fragments as dreams, fantasies, stories they have seen, and so on. Very few people can remember everything in as much detail as I do, even every word I hear from my teacher when I am drowsy in class.

- Believe me, I don't remember this in such detail in my life, it's a skill that I only developed in this life.

This kind of memory, in general, is a good thing, if I can have this memory when I take the fourth or sixth grade in my life, then I will not have to memorize words to death. What's even more abusive is that after working for a few years after the exam, I forgot all the things I had worked so hard to memorize, and the little bit that was left in the end, it is difficult to say whether it is the result of hard memorization or watching American dramas. A good life is constantly wasted on these things that are forced to do but have no practical value at all.

Occasionally, a strong memory in this life can have some side effects, such as those memories that are not so good. Although they can be buried, as long as they exist, there will always be a time when they will be dug up and reviewed, and no matter when they are dug up, they will not be diluted and always so distinct.

Including the feeling of wanting to vomit when memorizing words, including the feeling of being bored and wanting to drop things when working overtime, but the leader is pointing fingers at the side, and also the last perception before death.

My father said, "This is very useful, death is the most mysterious realm, and even Mahayana monks may not be able to penetrate it." You can know the whole process of walking into death in detail, now you only feel that this memory makes you uncomfortable, but in the future, you don't need to go to my realm, when you reach the current realm of your brother and sister, you will know what a precious treasure this is. ”

Precious or not, I really can't understand it now, I only know the pain of being buried alive in the cold snow. Oh, it's not too painful, after all, avalanches are very intense activities, and a small person has no room to resist at all, and he is buried before he can react, and then almost immediately he can't even feel the pain. But at this time, I wasn't really dead, at least I wasn't, or rather, I don't think I did. But it's also possible that I'm actually dead, but my soul is still there.

Let's start at the beginning, about the death of my life.

Actually, I'm not a person who likes to travel, to be precise, I don't like crowded places, especially with a group of people. As a chatter, I prefer to speak on my own rather than listening to others, especially a group of people.

A lot of people say I'm weird, not very easy to get along with, and a bit of a lonely. I don't care about this kind of evaluation, and I still think that people are different from people, and I don't live to please you.

The vast majority of people don't know my dark thoughts, in their hearts, the taciturn people are heavy-minded, like me chatter, must have said forget, silly fun all day long, some eccentric and unsociable performance is just young and vigorous do not know how to rein in the edge.

These self-proclaimed mature people only use stereotypes and frames when analyzing others. Extroverted, introverted, lively, quiet, generous, stingy...... Can humans be summed up in one or two words?

The silent person may be an honest person or a big boss behind the scenes, and the cheerful and smiling person may be a silly white sweet person or a wolf in sheep's clothing. There are always so many people who firmly believe that the inner truth can be seen from the external performance of people, and they really think that everyone is a master of psychology?

I laughed with you while scolding you from head to toe in my heart, do you believe it or not? believe it or not, I did it anyway.

To be honest, I'll admit that I've been a bit cynical all my life...... Well, maybe more than a little. This probably leads directly to the fact that although I have a lot of friends who can talk well, I don't have any close friends who can make friends. So whenever I quiet down, there must be no one around me to accompany me.

Fortunately, I am not uncommon for others to accompany me.

I left the city alone, went to a place with few people, and drilled into a deserted place. Tourist attractions are definitely not to go, and the places that have been opened must be detoured. I went alone, and then I went back alone, leaving the negative emotions that I couldn't vent in the crowd in a place where no one could see, until I went to the snowy mountain.

I went, and then I didn't come back.

It's weird, it's such a quiet snowy mountain, obviously I'm just walking quietly, why did it suddenly collapse?

I was buried under the thick snow, there was no light, it was all cold, I couldn't move, and the only sound came from my body. The sound of breathing, the sound of the heartbeat, the sound of blood flowing...... Little by little, it disappears until it is completely silent.

I don't know if my soul was out of my body the moment the snow fell, otherwise how could I feel so calmly as I slowly died? I even had the idle fantasy that if there was a plant under me, it would suddenly grow up and rush out of the snow and into the sky......

Isn't it often written like this in fairy tales?

Unfortunately, of course, the fairy tale did not come true, and I gradually lost consciousness, and by the time I regained my ability to think, I had become a baby.

☆、oo19 philosophy

It is said that the end of physics is mathematics, the end of mathematics is philosophy, and the end of philosophy is theology, and Mr. Newton explained this view with practical actions.

It's hard to say whether this kind of point of view is right or wrong, but after dying once, I think it still makes some sense.

I have learned physics and mathematics well in my life, of course, this 'good' is just in the ordinary sense, and there is a distance of light years from xx scientists, even if it is from xx experts, it is at least several rivers away.

In my life, I thought that this should be limited by innate intelligence, but when I think about it in this life, it should be mainly because of the lack of motivation to study, so that I dozed off while looking at those wild conjectures, and turned through those philosophical works to avoid the entanglement that went around and around and could not get the result.

But in this life, under the impact of death, I can take the initiative to think about philosophical questions.

For example, how did the world of this life intersect with the world of this life so that I can be reincarnated across the world?

For example, where are people's memories stored, and why is it that the whole body has been changed, and the soul is also scattered and reorganized, but the memory is still intact?

For example, what is the reason why a person is this person?body?soul?memory?If it's the first two, I'm no longer me, and if it's the last one, then if someone steals my memory, does he replace me?

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Seriously, I still don't like philosophy, what comes first there is a chicken and then there is an egg, what nature is good and what is evil, I don't think anything is true