I can't get away with the question, what should I do?

Characters always want a definite answer, such as how to deal with this kind of thing, and how to deal with that kind of thing.

This kind of definite operating rules can make the character feel relaxed and seem to be able to achieve a certain goal as long as they follow this rule.

It's like solving a math problem, first finding the derivative, then what monotonic function, then whatever, and so on. The character can't accept things like "I don't know" and "casual", especially when it comes to so-called life events.

However, big and small things are the same, they are only the picture elements that are perceived at the moment, but another picture element expresses whether the thing is a big thing or a small thing. It's still just the picture elements explaining the picture elements, what is there to believe?

It's like the character keeps asking, "When should I", which is ridiculous. When you want to poop, you go to poop, and then the character continues to ask, "When exactly should I poop?"

What can I say, tell me about a stomachache, or some body reaction to pooping?

Isn't that?

The distortion in the brain has reached such a point that I dare not when I want to, I suspect that I am not in the right time, and the distortion in my brain is constantly calculating. And the bewitching woman who was afraid of it was constantly fearing on the side.

I have lost my so-called nature, all dominated by the distortions in my mind. The so-called moral traditions, the so-called thousand-year-old virtues, these things are constantly unbridled in my mind by virtue of the power of numbers and history.

When it's time to do it, do it. It's the downstream, there are no specific rules, who knows what the terrain is? You can never see the terrain, it's just speculation, predicting the terrain in advance and then setting the rules, it's just a twisted argument in your head that you want to continue to control.

When you go downstream, you will naturally know.

Clear the distortion in your head, and you will naturally see the terrain. It's not the terrain of the future, it's the terrain of the moment. The water does not ask about the future terrain and decides whether to go or not, but simply follows the terrain and allows it to lead itself to unknown places.

The distortion in the mind will think that it is fear, it will judge that it is, it will think that it is a waste of life and irresponsibility in life. But characters who have experienced the downstream will know that when they are truly in the downstream, fear cannot interfere with them.

Everything seems to be fine, and there is no thought about the content of fear at all, as if the world is opening its arms to itself. The notes of life gradually sounded, soft and soothing.

That's what makes sense, and maybe I should go in this direction instead of slashing.

Yuan Changwen didn't know, and he didn't know where he would go. The feeling of devouring never goes away, and as long as you allow it, that feeling of devouring will appear. And when you shift your attention, you can't seem to shift your attention permanently.

It's not like before, thinking about something terrible, something that makes you uncomfortable, so you shake your head and play games and say you don't want to, and then you can really ignore it. Continue in the direction of your dream, even if it is only forcibly distorted by the times.

The weight of the family is indeed not light, it seems that as long as the family has not done anything excessive, then as a descendant, he will always have to be filial to his elders.

The most arrogant things in my mind are my mother and grandmother. They didn't directly affect me, because in my opinion, their advice was as ridiculous as a child. Because they don't have enough knowledge, they don't have the corresponding experience, they just wishful thinking for my good. Then they cared about me with "what they thought was good", but I didn't care about their advice.

The reason why my mother and grandmother are arrogant in my mind is because I think about them, and that's the key. They can't manipulate me directly, they can't do it, but I'll always think about them. They will think about what they will do if they do this, and then they will continue to be influenced by them.

I'm not that filial, but they're always on my head, and I have to think about them in a lot of things. I'm going to weigh it up for them, and I'm going to think I have to do something for them, at least not because of myself and ruining their leisure.

It's not something I choose on my own initiative, it's forced by a twist in my head.

I have to consider myself to be filial, because filial piety is one of the attributes of the character, how can it be easily discarded. Once you are not filial, it seems that you will be spurned by the whole society, and you feel terrible even thinking about it.

They don't have the right to influence me, and now, I'm going to kill it. Why do we have to be filial, why do we have to think about them, why are we always influenced by them?

What if they cry, what if they grieve, what if I am defined as an unfilial son?

I want to kill this influence, I want to empty my mind of arrogant people and things, nothing can stop me. If there is, then kill.

It's all false, and yet I cling to all kinds of self-definitions, firmly tying the ship of life to the dock. The anchor must be cut off, this attachment must be killed, nothing can control me, not even family affection.

False is false, this concern is false, this family affection is false, then it should be abandoned.

They should have disappeared, and the distortion in their minds shouldn't have existed in the first place. At the moment, these twists hold me like an anchor. I have seen that I will cut off these anchors with my own hands.

It's hard, it's terrifying, but there's no reason for me to keep these anchors and let them hold on to the ship of life. If they are false, they are not qualified to be arrogant. No matter how reasonable it is, no matter how many people praise it, it can't change that these are false.

I'm not going to debate them, any argument on the same level will just make it all a mess. Filial piety is only for oneself, for the sake of enriching the character attributes. Seeing this, it is not enough to kill filial piety.

What is false must be discarded, and what is not true does not exist, it is I who constantly inject energy into these anchors to exist. Self-definition constructs the character of Yuan Changwen, and abandoning falsehood is suicide.

What are they? How dare they be presumptuous in my mind? It gives them that status, but it doesn't mean that they can be presumptuous all the time. Now I'm going to take back that influence, and nothing can stop me.

My mother and grandmother are relatives and are very good to me, but so what? These cannot be the reason for the distortion of existence, let alone the reason for controlling me.

They are not qualified in my head, and any talk of filial piety is not in my head. Now, I'm being controlled, but it's not long. All will crumble, all will be destroyed, including myself.

It's all.