“SmallBell，SmallBell，SmallBell...”

The blue-eyed boy jumped lightly in the hallway, humming softly to an unknown tune. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

A pair of bare feet stepped on the cold ground, leaving a layer of shallow paw marks.

"Hey, little Forrest Gump, today is also very energetic. A nurse pushed a gray-haired old man out of the inpatient ward in a wheelchair, and couldn't help but smile at the lively appearance of the blue-eyed boy.

The blue-eyed boy smiled brightly, and a charming smile appeared on his delicate face.

"Devil, devil..."

The white-haired old man in a wheelchair muttered in a low voice, his eyes staring directly at the blue-eyed boy, and a white foam-like substance oozed from the corners of his mouth.

"Grandpa Percy, you have to be okay today!" said the blue-eyed young man with a smile to the white-haired old man.

The white-haired old man subconsciously trembled when he heard this, as if he had encountered something extremely terrible, and his mouth muttered more frequently: "Devil, devil..."

The nurse looked at the somewhat crazy old man and shook her head helplessly: "Grandpa Percy's condition may have worsened again, and if this continues, the doctor may have to increase the dose of his medication again." The blue-eyed boy had a lonely look in his eyes when he heard this, and he looked very sad. Looking at such a kind and sensible teenager, the nurse couldn't help but feel a little more fond of it.

"Little Forrest Gump, don't just worry about others and ignore your own health. The nurse straightened her face and pointed to his bare feet and said, "I keep being obedient, I don't wear shoes, I'm worried about catching a cold." ”

The blue-eyed boy playfully stuck out his tongue and said, "Got it! hey!" laughed and ran out of the hallway again.

The nurse smiled and shook her head, pushing the white-haired old man to walk out, perhaps because of the blue-eyed young man's departure, the white-haired old man's mood was a lot calmer, his body leaned on the back of the wheelchair, and slowly closed his eyes, but there were still words in the air: "Devil, devil..."

The blue-eyed boy's hospital room is located in the deepest part of the corridor and is a relatively remote single room.

Pushing open the door, the blue-eyed boy jumped in, and a flying body slammed himself on the bed, his body and limbs completely sunk into the soft mattress, and the blue-eyed boy moaned happily, looking extremely satisfied.

"Have fun today?" a voice suddenly sounded from deep within the room.

The blue-eyed boy was not frightened by this sudden voice, but said with a familiar expression: "You are here again, but are you here to perform a new magic trick for me?"

"Every time I do magic for you, you will expose it, so I don't have a sense of accomplishment at all. ”

The blue-eyed boy chuckled and said, "Okay, okay, then I'll pretend I can't see it this time!"

"Haha, I've been reduced to having to be fooled by the audience to please myself, and I'm a failure as a magician. ”

The blue-eyed boy stared at the ceiling with wide eyes and said, "It doesn't matter if magic will be seen through or not, magic was originally born to please people, as long as you and I feel happy, then what's wrong?"

"Oh, do you only care about the process of being happy, not about the result of being boring?"

The blue-eyed boy pouted and said, "No matter when everything in the world ends the same, it is death. People's so-called life of constant pursuit cannot escape the fate of death no matter what, and there has never been an exception in the past. Therefore, if the end of human beings is the same, then the ending is not important. As the saying goes, life is finite, death is infinite, so it can be seen from this point that the process is much more important than the result. ”

"Ha, you're a set of theories that can't be refuted. ”

The blue-eyed boy tilted his head to look at the man in the black tuxedo who was sitting in the depths of the room and said, "What about you? Do you value the result more or the process?"

The tuxedo man thought for a moment and said, "I value more about the outcome of a certain period of life. ”

The blue-eyed boy pursed his lips and said, "I really don't want to talk to you adults, it's too timid and too tactful to speak." ”

"Haha, indeed, I would like to go back to your age if I could, those days are really nostalgic. ”

The blue-eyed boy sneered slightly: "Since you are so good at magic, why don't you turn yourself back into a child?"

This question is based on your erroneous belief that magic was invented for the purpose of pleasing mankind, but you must know that the earliest magic was invented by rituals to confuse the ignorant masses. The magic will make them appear to be favored and favored by the gods, so that the world will greatly respect him, be more loyal to him, and give him everything they have, wheat, wife and daughter, and even their own lives. ”

The blue-eyed boy pursed his lips and said, "Your ideas are even more extreme than Hegel's. ”

"Well, maybe, I was thinking that if I had been born earlier, I would have been burned at the stake by the Pope himself. ”

The blue-eyed boy's crystalline eyes rolled, and he suddenly burst out laughing and said, "If magic was invented for such a shady purpose, as you would like to say, then what was the first person to invent magic thinking?"

The man in the tuxedo pondered for a moment and then said seriously, "He must have felt sorry because he found that there is no god in this world. ”

The blue-eyed boy nodded and said, "It's indeed a very sad thing, maybe he's a very devout believer." ”

The man in the tuxedo shook his head and said, "There are regrets, but they may not be sentimental, because he knows that he can do more things, use his wisdom and ability, and do things that can be comparable to those that only exist in the ethereal gods." At this point, he is the most honorable god in the world!"

The blue-eyed boy shook his head and said, "No matter what, no matter how good a magician is, he can't become a god, but he is just a little stronger than ordinary people." ”

"Hehe, you're right. ”

The blue-eyed boy looked at the ceiling again and said, "Moreover, he doesn't believe in the existence of gods, you should always believe it, after all, you have the power that only gods can have." ”

"I'm not a god, I'm just a blasphemer. ”

The blue-eyed boy said, "Even if you call a blasphemous, you need to have an object of blasphemy, doesn't it?"

The man in the tuxedo said: "Our abilities are not God-given, but only words that challenge the faith that has existed in people's hearts for tens of thousands of years. After a pause, he continued: "But if you are going to be our leader, then the world will really have a first God, more real than the Lord." ”

The blue-eyed young man sighed, his eyes were deep and he whispered in a trance: "Fool..."