Chapter 477: Cultivating to the Truth 107

Wonderful?

Yuan Changwen began to chew on what he had just subconsciously said, was his former self really exciting?

When I was a child, my family was not wealthy, but my academic performance was super good, and I often became "someone else's child". It's also because the family is not good, so I understand things very early.

went to junior high school and high school, and his grades have always been among the best, which is in a closed school where children are measured by grades, and he is also the number one person.

I still remember that there were girls waiting there in the toilet, just to look at myself. Or secretly stuff a keychain with I ~LOVE~ YOU or something engraved on it.

When I went to college, I used to study various fortune-telling knowledge because of my hobbies. At every party, I would hold the girl's small palm, and then carefully analyze the meaning of each line.

Even, some people even specialize in life events such as graduate school entrance examinations and love to find themselves fortune telling. Yuan Banxian, this is also a relatively loud title in the university. Looking at their adoring eyes, especially the free publicity after the calculation, how happy I am!

In the past 20 years, I have been proud of myself, and I have all kinds of physical knowledge at my fingertips, and I can always find the most scientific explanations for some ambiguous phenomena.

He likes to survive in the wilderness, usually collects all kinds of survival knowledge, and strictly adheres to it in some aspects. Once in a disaster, he saved everyone's lives. Although they were all unkempt, they came back alive after all.

Punctuality, trustworthiness, strict self-discipline, say that if you finish today, you will finish it today. And it's still the kind of active effort, a few cans of strong coffee in front of the computer, and staying up late to get the job done.

Less than thirty years old, I gave a down payment and a house of two. I like to raise flowers, and the green of plants can always bring beauty. Got married, and then had a baby. Although I was a little cramped, I still had spare money to travel, shop, and watch movies.

Sweet with his wife, quarreling with his wife, playing the role of a hard-working clerk, playing a temperamental but loyal husband at home, even if he is tired, he will go to see his parents' son.

Isn't that exciting?

Compared with those legendary capitalists, his own experience can only be described as ordinary.

But compared to myself at this moment, it used to be quite exciting!

After recognizing that the so-called Yuan Changwen is just a character, where does he still have the motivation to perfect this role?

Good husband, don't tease, wife you want to leave or stay, it's up to you. I no longer identify with my role, and I don't want to devote myself to it anymore.

Good son, let's dissipate together. Do my parents give birth to me and raise me, and then they have to dedicate the rest of their lives back? If it is not so extreme, then where is the so-called balance?

How do you judge which balance you choose between "dedicating yourself to your parents" and "abandoning your parents"?

After losing the characters, the influence of these characters on me gradually decreased. Don't think about them anymore, and certainly won't get their love and care.

It seems that I have been taught since childhood that loneliness is a thing to be despised. If there is a lonely one among the classmates, then we should all help him, warm him, and let him integrate into the big family of the class.

It's very heartwarming to think about, and I remember that there was an advertisement about a child who forgot to bring food. When lunchtime came, the child opened the empty lunch box and had no choice but to go outside to drink two sips of tap water.

But when the child came back from outside and was about to put the lunch box in his school bag, he found that it was much heavier. When you open it, it's full of food, including cherry tomatoes, cheese slices, toast, peas, and more.

It was secretly put in by the classmates, and by sharing a little of their lunch, the child could have a full meal.

How warm, how humane, and how positive the power of propaganda.

Be educated yourself, don't let others be lonely, and don't let yourself be lonely. My mother always taught me to get along with my roommates, and to invite them to dinner when I had time.

After work, the person who got along well was replaced by a colleague.

Is this really necessary?

I didn't doubt it, as if it was as natural as breathing. But now, even breathing itself has to put a question mark.

How can I be sure I'm really breathing?

I can only be sure that I am aware that this physical body is breathing, so is the content of this awareness, "This physical body breathing", real?

What else to talk about?

Loneliness became my best friend, oh no, and death.

This is something that never leaves oneself, and death accompanies oneself no matter what. If it weren't for our own prejudice against it, I think we would have become very good friends.

Every breath you take is one less breath in your life. What could be a better reminder of the existence of death than this phrase?

Yuan Changwen will die, as for whether I will die, then there is no way to be sure.

But how can I be sure that Yuan Changwen will die? Because everyone says that everyone will die, because everyone else will die, so Yuan Changwen will also die.

Hehe, it's just a hypothesis after all. I can only say that I believe in this hypothesis, to the extent that I have no doubt. Even if this is true, it must not be confirmed until it has happened.

What's more, even if it happens, it's just to see that this person can't continue to beat alive without a heartbeat. If this is defined as death, then there is nothing wrong with that.

It is certain that Yuan Changwen will die, then death is his best friend, and he is by his side all the time. Look, Yuan Changwen lost a few breaths!

Have you ever cared about death, have you ever cared about your breathing? To be inspirational, every minute and every second, are you worthy of the passage of time?

Assuming that Yuan Changwen is not certain that he will die, then what else is there to say!

Alas...... I am still working hard for this role, and I still pour my heart and soul into this role. Is this why the immortals of ancient times always looked sloppy?

Wrong.

Preserving the sloppy image is also an effort. Strive to restrain oneself from purging, or deliberately keep it that way. So, isn't it a manifestation of "self"?

No matter how you look at it, it's a contradiction, that is, because you haven't awakened, so there is a contradiction. Everything is that awareness, and what contradiction is there?

didn't wake up, and didn't surrender, so many of his own chapters of hard work, except for jokes and jokes.

And isn't that thinking that hoping for something to be gained, hoping for hard work and harvest, just to hinder one's awakening and surrender?

What kind of surrender is it if the expectation of some specific goal is retained?

When I finally have this problem, I'm like an insomniac, they ask how to sleep, I ask how to surrender.

Shit!

"Yuan Changwen, you're a piece of shit!"

Suddenly, he shouted loudly, but his roommate was startled, and he hurriedly sat under the table, thinking that a woman was coming.

Really, I said that I came back to sleep, but now the more I think about it, the more sober I become, and I actually start to scold myself.

It's a pity, no matter how much you scold yourself, no matter how much you pretend that "I" is the screen background, this thinking belongs to Yuan Changwen after all, and it is the light and shadow that scolds the light and shadow after all.

Screen-agnostic.