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My surname is Bai, Mingmu, together is the word Baimu, people who hear my name will be involuntarily stunned for a moment, and then their faces are inexplicable or straightforward, or they talk to themselves in private and have such a question: "What kind of name is this, is it from the birch forest?"

Of course it's not my name, what is my name, even I have forgotten myself for a long time, it seems that the surname is Zhao, and it seems to be the surname Lu, as for what it is, does it really matter? The name is just a symbol, whether it is a name or a surname, whether it is a name or a surname, there is really no big difference, everyone is just an insignificant ant, no one is willing to look at it when they are alive, and after they die, it is just dust, and even a trace can not be left when the wind blows, so it doesn't matter what my name is, what matters is whether there are traces of my existence in this world.

These words, after saying it for a long time, even I have to believe it, but every night I wake up in a nightmare, I can't help but want to use a knife to stab Zhao Chenglu, the three names of Zhao Chenglu printed on my body for more than 20 years, even if I forget what happened, I can't erase the fact that it really existed, and even if the road I walked didn't exist, I couldn't deny the past that it had flowed under my feet, Mr. said that it didn't matter what my name was, but that was just his wishful thinking, just like him, there were many, many names, although there were many stories behind each name, but he always said that the name was not important, There is nothing surprising about the stories that happen behind the name, change the name, those stories will forever become stories, the important thing is whether there are traces of his existence in this world.

But isn't the name a trace of existence? I often whispered to my companion Zhang Deli, and he always snorted coldly and said that I had water in my head, and I wanted to do all that superfluous. I have the time to think about how to make a big pen, and it is serious to make some money, but I just like to think, just want to know the answer to this question, but Mr. never said, he is not a silent person, but he can always use a lot of stories to make me finally muster up the courage to ask the words around the whole, only once, he drank too much, half drunk and half sober said something like fifty years in the world, I was curious, so I went to check, only to know, this is a guy named Oda Nobunaga when he drank too much.

"I often think that the world is impermanent, such as the morning dew, the moon in the water, and the prosperity is fleeting in an instant. Merry characters, now is not what it used to be. Fifty years in the world, it is bustling, the floating dream is famous in history, the success and failure are annihilated, it is just fate and karma, what a pity is there in a thought. ”

It's not profound, I finally studied in college for a year, and Baidu helped, I thought about it in the middle of the night, and I came up with a truth, a person's existence, probably really has nothing to do with the name, even if it's a nice name, without the story behind him, it's just a name, so, Mr. said, the name Zhao Chenglu is not good, I am white, there is always some obsession in my heart, probably a character like wood, it can be called Baimu, as long as there is a new story, then the past that cannot be forgotten will be forgotten together with the name Zhao Chenglu, but I really can't figure it out, after Zhao Chenglu becomes a white wood, can it be forgottenIf it can really be that simple, then why do those nightmares never stop, at the dawn of every dawn I hope for a better tomorrow, they always come as scheduled, so that I can't breathe?

"You're a wood-minded man, in this matter. I couldn't help but ask Zhang Deli again, he was holding a map at that time to look at it seriously, with a big red box circled on it, which was the location of the Bank of China in the city, with a sad face as if he had lost a lot of money, and when he saw me running over, he shook his head, pointed to the map and said: "You are actually very smart, but why don't you spend more time using your brain on meaningful things?" For example, this bank, if you rob the bank, then this reason is that Bai Mu robbed the bank and did something earth-shattering, and Zhao Chenglu is just a soft egg hiding in the garbage heap and crying his nose, one is a big husband who stood up and did a big thing, and the other is a useless waste, and when you become a big husband, that waste will die, and it will no longer exist, you will never remember the name Zhao Chenglu for the rest of your life, so the sense of existence has nothing to do with the name, what has to do is what great things you have done. ”

"It turns out, so it was. "My face must have been very ugly at the time, Zhang Deli looked up a little embarrassed, and actually took out a silver dollar and said that this was a good thing he had recently received, and gave it to me to play, but I don't like silver dollars, I am a person who doesn't love money, saying that I don't love money, maybe it's really because I'm a soft egg, even if it becomes a white wood, I'm just a soft egg.

"I drank some wine today, and I talked nonsense, don't take it to heart. "In my heart with the silver dollar stunned, Zhang Deli pushed open the door and walked in, still holding a box of KFC in his hand, which made my heart warm up all of a sudden, this is the cold winter season in January, although I live in a spacious house, but in this house, there is not even heating, yes, we, there is no money, Zhang Deli said yesterday, he only has fifty yuan left, there is not even a noodle at home, he is not a magician, he can't change KFC, look at his panting appearance, he should have just run downstairs to buy, so, tears soaked his eyes, silently flowed down。

"I really can't help you, you eat well, I have to figure out how to go out to make money, Mr. is really, just leave us here, call him Mr. It's really in vain, this old liar!" Maybe I'm really too weak, the weakness makes Zhang Deli at a loss, and he smiled dryly and ran away, leaving me in a daze with the box of KFC.

"But what can I do?" I smiled bitterly and wiped the tears from my face, yes, I am such a weak person, even if I change my name, I am still a weak person.

Let's talk about my own story, and them, my name is Zhao Chenglu, a week ago, I was a waste man in the garbage heap, now, called Bai Mu, is a weak person, where I am now, called Nanjing, although Nanjing in January is not the red cold in the frozen snow country in the north, but there is also an unbearable indifference, just like the story that happened in Zhaojia Village in the eastern suburbs of Nanjing.