The toilet is on the side of the road, and the public toilets in Rongcheng have entered the ranks of comprehensive free since 07. In addition, in order to provide a good living environment for the staff who clean the toilets, public toilets are built with bedrooms.

Take the toilet on Yuan Changwen as an example, in addition to the men's and women's toilets, there is also a tool room for cleaning utensils, and then the bedroom and kitchen of the cleaning staff. In other words, this is the home of the cleaning staff.

For the sake of environmental protection and aesthetics, the public toilets in Rongcheng are renovated almost every year, and many plants will be planted around them, as if this can reduce the embarrassment of being a toilet.

Yuan Changwen left the toilet, subconsciously looked at the trees next to him, and happened to see a few ants crawling over. Coincidentally, the black ants crawled over the bark of the tree, and the milky white inner layer of the bark set off the black ants quite obviously.

Yuan Changwen couldn't help but stop and watched the ants crawl at will.

Maybe it's not crawling at will, but who knows how ants communicate with each other?

For some reason, the ant in front suddenly turned back, leaned against the ant in the back, and the four whiskers touched lightly, and then separated.

The ants behind continued to move forward, not caring that they had crossed the inner layer of the bark that had fallen off and reached the top layer of the bark.

The outer layer of the bark is not as milky white and smooth as the inner layer, perhaps due to long-term feng shui sun exposure, the surface layer looks uneven, and the almost black surface layer protrudes with some small yellow-brown dots.

The ants climbed over the dots briskly and nimblely, not caring at all. Or they already cared, but Yuan Changwen didn't know how they cared.

Soon, the ant in front suddenly turned back like before, and also passed some information to the ant in the back.

There was a large nodule in there, like a bulging sausage, charred yellow. It seems to be the part that was sawed off, of course, this is just Yuan Changwen's guess, who knows the specific situation.

Those ants climbed into the position of the tree nodules, and then disappeared in front of Yuan Changwen's eyes through the narrow gaps.

It was close to noon, and the sun was a little dazzling and hot, but Yuan Changwen didn't seem to feel it. The sunlight shines on the dark bark of the trees, reflecting completely irregular patterns, which has a unique flavor.

Looking up, the forked trunk of the tree is a little dirty. I don't know what covers it, it's black and somewhat sticky. But that's it, but there are some small green shoots growing there. The small leaves and thin bodies seem to fall down as soon as they are blown.

Through the sunlight, the white spots on those small buds were faintly visible. And the somewhat dirty forks, because the sun shines through the green leaves of the small buds, there is some greenery.

Next to the fork, there are some hanging objects, which seem to have dried up and resembled vines. Hang there boringly, waiting for the breeze to arrive and swing together. The zigzag appearance is like a river overlooking it, but unfortunately it is not alive.

Maybe when those vines were alive, they were also green. It is also possible that the current state is the state in which the vines are alive, or perhaps they are this dry color or this lifeless appearance.

Yuan Changwen gently put his hand on the trunk of the tree, feeling slightly greasy. Those small protruding dots cannot be felt without touching the palm.

It seems that I have never seriously experienced the feeling of touching trees.

Yuan Changwen lifted up, the trees were not tall, but they could still be seen, and the leaves at the tips of the trees were enjoying the care of the sun. If there were any special effects, it might show the hustle and bustle inside the trees.

An adult looked at the ants there, and then, still very melancholy, put his hand on the trunk of a tree.

Want to hear the sounds of trees?

Yuan Changwen laughed at himself, patted the trunk lightly, and walked towards the 4S store.

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Before I walked to the 4S store, I saw my mother getting off the bus. It's just right, the two of them are together, and they don't have to wait for whom.

It's cool and the shopping guide is very helpful, even though it's close to noon. But for salespeople, it's clear that the list is more important than the food. After winning this order, the week's lunch money came out.

The salesperson is a man, very enthusiastic to introduce and ask about the mother's intentions. Who cares about the technical parameters? Good looking, comfortable to sit on, that's the first thing to consider.

Even if you care about the technical parameters, can the manufacturer still customize it for you?

Yuan Changwen flipped through the data at will and threw it aside, it was all garbage trucks. At this price, if you let yourself assemble it, the performance of the vehicle will be at least twice as high. Of course, there are no DVDs, air conditioners, and other weights in it.

However, this is not a drag race for victory after all.

Yuan Changwen looked at the enthusiasm of the sales staff, and suddenly gave birth to a sense of strangeness, is it real?

Is this salesperson real? Is he a real person? Like himself, a person who has a human body and can think for himself?

How do I know if he's an artificial intelligence, a machine with a human appearance and internal organs?

Or is the whole world unreal?

Depend on!

Not again!

"Wen'er, what do you think?"

Mother's inquiry rescued Yuan Changwen in time.

Yuan Changwen shook his head and said, "It's not good." ”

The salesperson smiled and asked, "Sir, if you are not satisfied, you can bring it up, maybe we can fine-tune it." Or, pick a new car that meets your requirements. ”

Yuan Changwen wanted to explain the unreasonableness of the technical parameters, but when he saw the man's smile, a sudden wave of nausea struck.

"Ego"!

It was the disgust of a person full of "self", no one was standing there at all, it was just a character. Not only that, but he is unaware that "he is a character".

His smile, his words, were talking to my "self", not to me. It's like two puppets talking to each other, but there's no one inside.

Sartre's "Disgusting", Yuan Changwen suddenly remembered the extracurricular reading in high school, the article that he couldn't read at all. I don't know what I'm talking about at all, but now, Yuan Changwen has experienced it himself.

It's disgusting.

Look at that smile, the attitude of others is super good, and they speak very well, even if they make suggestions, people will not feel any violation.

But, it's disgusting.

Who are you? What are you thinking? What is your "self" makeup? What is the difference between you and others except your appearance?

Yuan Changwen took a step back slightly, and the salesperson's sense of reality was being deprived, like a pile of virtual data standing in front of him. If there is no response, it is an empty shell.

Close your eyes, and after a while, the salesperson in front of you gradually becomes real. It seems that the feeling of an empty shell just now is just an illusion.

"What's wrong, are you uncomfortable?" my mother is very concerned and the most sensitive.

Yuan Changwen couldn't say anything, so he could only lie: "I guess I'm a little hungry." ”

What else is there to say, the mother is always centered on her son, and the matter of buying a car is not something that can be decided for a while anyway.

Since my son is hungry, of course, the most important thing is to eat!

Yuan Changwen looked at his mother and suddenly felt a little guilty.

What an awakening, go die!