Chapter 531: Born to Life

Quite common and cheap plastic products, but the color is very good, the red bow hairpin glows with glass-like brilliance, rippling slightly in Li Haoxiang's hands, reminding him of the appearance of it being worn on Manman's black hair. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Because there was no counteroffer, I bought a hairpin card from the aunt of the stall, and the aunt happily let Li Haoxiang occupy the position on the side of the stall in a daze.

Li Haoxiang leaned against the wall, watching the pedestrians hurrying by, and his mood was no longer as indignant as when he was here. His expression was calm, his mind wandering back in his memories from three years ago, repeating the process of finding the answer, trying to make his mind clearer.

The morning after the night after eating potstickers for the first time, the inexplicable young man reappeared, changed into a predominantly white sportswear, still holding a box of potstickers, still with a familiar taste. This time the other party did not eat in front of him, and when he saw the empty potsticker box on the ground, the young man took the initiative to put the potsticker in his hand, and then threw the empty box into a nearby trash can.

Li Haoxiang reflexively swallowed again. His gaze deliberately avoided the potstickers.

The young man didn't say anything this time. He stared at the guitar for a long time, as if he was thinking about something, and seemed to be thinking about something.

Li Haoxiang felt that such a young man made him feel a little embarrassed to be at a loss.

On the other hand, he noticed that some passers-by also cast puzzled glances at the young man in front of him, just as they used to look at themselves, and not everyone in this world is as numb as you. Li Haoxiang said to those passers-by in his heart, and he felt some inexplicable pride and confidence.

When the young man came on the third day, he was used to bringing another potsticker and putting it in the same position as yesterday. looked at Li Haoxiang's engraved guitar for a long time.

Li Haoxiang thinks that this person's behavior is even more unreasonable than his own. I insisted on sitting here because I was desperate and full of resentment and doubts about the world, and what is this young man doing here every day these days? Li Haoxiang didn't think that the four words on his guitar made the other party have any earth-shattering soul-shaking reflections, looking at the person more like he had doubts, and found that his four words just touched some aspect of his inner confusion, so he was sorting out his own thoughts?

This kind of speculation gave Li Haoxiang a subtle feeling of being used and fooled. Did he think that sitting next to him and thinking about things would make him seem more normal? In such an indignant and ambivalent psychology, he gradually forgot his once-germinated intention to die.

Li Haoxiang does not reject the existence of this young man from the bottom of his heart. However, after only a few days, he seemed to be accustomed to the rhythm of this young man coming here every morning, and before the other party came, he involuntarily stretched his neck to look in the direction of the entrance to the underground square, and after seeing the other party's figure, he pretended not to see it reservedly before the other party noticed.

Habit is a terrible thing indeed.

"I haven't slept well for the past two nights, and for some reason I've been thinking about it, thinking of the friend I discussed it with. We all have a common understanding, that is, Heidegger acknowledges both the coldness of existence and the beauty of life, and he not only said that he lived to die, but also said that 'man poetically dwells on the earth'. We didn't discuss anything at the time, and I don't really have a better answer now. I wondered, what are people made of? Is there really only one way to die? From ancient times to the present, there have been too many people who have had this kind of question, and everyone has too much understanding, but it seems that the answer that only applies to oneself can only be found by oneself. ”

Today the young man finally spoke. In fact, for more than half an hour before he spoke, he only stared at the four words "born to die" on the guitar, and then turned to look at Li Haoxiang, and after some time, his expression was a little hesitant, as if he had something to say and hesitated whether to say it.

Li Haoxiang paid attention to his actions and waited for him to speak. When he couldn't help but urge, the young man spoke softly.

Li Haoxiang was silent, and no one had a correct answer to the question of life and death, which almost touched on the fundamental question of philosophy. But everyone is alive, and there will always be a high or low answer for themselves in their consciousness, whether explicitly or implicitly, and throughout the ages, sages and philosophers, religious gods, have had too many interpretations in this regard.

The young man continued to whisper, trying to make his shallow understanding clear, "I don't know if you have been exposed to Buddhism, but my mother believed in Buddhism, so I have been exposed to something related. When it comes to death, Eastern Buddhism may not be the same as the Western philosophy you are exposed to. Most Westerners believe that death is the end, the end, and nothingness. In Buddhism, there is a saying about death, which is rebirth, and you should have heard of it. Therefore, according to the Buddhist viewpoint, life towards death may also be transformed into life to life. Death is not the end, but only the end of our journey in this world, the beginning of our journey to another world. Doesn't that sound so much better? However, living in this world is an inevitable journey, and you can't be too anxious to reach the end, otherwise, you may not be able to start your next journey smoothly when you get there. This explanation seems to me inexplicably romantic, life and death are from one shore to the other, enjoying the next part of the journey, and I always feel that there is something in common with Heidegger's 'poetic dwelling'. What do you think? ”

Afterlife? Born to be born?

Something shook in Li Haoxiang's head, and his mind went blank. Suddenly, he felt as if he was about to find his answer. Later, he didn't know when the young man left, and he kept thinking about what the other party said while eating potstickers with residual warmth. Although he felt greasy at first, after getting used to it, the fullness and warmth in his stomach seemed to slowly change his cold and desperate state of mind.

In the days that followed, the young man didn't say anything except bring potstickers. Li Haoxiang wanted to wait for him to take the initiative to say something to himself, but he also responded to him, saying that he was not a voice problem or a dumb person as he thought, and he didn't speak before but didn't want to speak. But the young man didn't speak for a few days, and he always looked thoughtful when he stayed for a while. One day, the young man put down the potstickers and suddenly said, "The shop where I bought the potstickers is not far from here, and it is only seven or eight minutes walk." I'm going on a long trip recently, and I won't be back to Shanghai anytime soon. Thank you, if it weren't for you, I probably wouldn't have figured it out. ”

It took Li Haoxiang some time to understand the young man's words. By the time he wanted to answer, the young man was already far away. He tried to stand up, but he didn't exercise for so long that he almost fell. Finally stabilized himself and walked a few steps, and the young man had already entered the subway station and went straight to the train.

"I haven't thanked you yet." Li Haoxiang said softly.

The young man did not reappear after that day. Li Haoxiang is not used to it. After waiting for two days, he remembered that the pot sticker shop that the young man had said was not far away. So I tidied up my stuff - there wasn't much to tidy up, mainly my broken guitar. He slowly walked out of the underground plaza. Following the faint aroma, I came to Xiaowang's pot sticker shop.

At that time, it was almost noon, and Xiao Wang, the owner of the pot sticker shop, was preparing to close the stall. When her daughter Manman was putting away the table and chairs in front of the door, she suddenly saw Li Haoxiang standing in front and was startled. Li Haoxiang looked at the remaining potstickers in the potsticker shop, and stood stunned, the strong aroma of potstickers was overwhelming. Man Man followed his gaze and looked at the potstickers, then at Li Haoxiang, and then packed all those few potstickers into a plastic box and handed them to Li Haoxiang. "This is what we sell, give it to you, no money." Li Haoxiang looked at the white bow carefully tied by Man Man on the cheap plastic bag, swaying slightly in the wind, soft and soft, very beautiful and beautiful, he had never paid attention to such a beautiful thing in his life. The tears in Li Haoxiang's eyes came out at once, and they didn't fall big drops, but all flowed down his cheeks and into his beard.

Born to die? He didn't even know what life was.

It was the first time that his feet had fallen so firmly into the world, and he realized that what he had longed for was only ethereal poetry, not dwelling. Without dwelling, how can there be poetry on dwelling?

Clear lotus may not grow in the sludge from time to time, but without sludge, the clear lotus will definitely not grow.

Yes, he hasn't lived a good life, he hasn't cherished the taste of life, and he hasn't bothered about firewood, rice, oil and salt in ordinary days like ordinary people. He once thought that he should live an otherworldly life, but fate made him fall into the clouds, stripping him of the luck of living without worrying, is this punishing him? Maybe just want to tell him what life is. At least if you understand life, you will understand the meaning of death. It doesn't matter if you don't understand, because the end is there, and you will eventually go to that place and realize it at the end of your life. Until then, man lived desperately and never prepared for death. Therefore, how to cherish the life of life is a problem that he has never considered.

After squatting near the pot sticker shop for a few days, Li Haoxiang was hired by the owner and his wife. He worked in a pot sticker shop for a while and slowly started making music again. After getting paid for his first part-time job, he repaired his guitar and occasionally sat in front of the store to play some of his own tunes after the stall closed at noon. The shopkeeper and his wife didn't understand it very well, and they didn't feel annoying, so they played by him, and Manman showed that he liked to listen to him play and sing.

During the days when he was working in a potsticker shop, he had never seen the young man come to buy potstickers.

Half a year later, Li Haoxiang had new ideas in life and creation, and began to travel around the country, went to many places, saw many landscapes, passed through many cities, and created a lot of works intermittently. He gave himself a screen name and published these works online for free, and gradually gained many fans. In reality, no one has ever seen him.

Over the years, Li Haoxiang has felt more and more that he has been living seriously for a few years. The reason why I came to the city of Shanghai again was only because when he smelled the aroma of potstickers in a certain city, Li Haoxiang suddenly missed Manman listening carefully to his singing. Li Haoxiang did not have a very clear plan for what to do in Shanghai, until he met Wu Fei.

In the past, when he was working and traveling while creating, Li Haoxiang would occasionally listen to Tianjiao's albums. Tianjiao is an opponent he admires and regrets many years ago. He could see that after having that seemingly capable female agent, the boy's flamboyant talent was dimming. Although in the eyes of the public, the sky is as bright as the sun and the sky is unbelievably red, but the original hot and fiery brilliance of life in his music is passing rapidly.

is different from what many people think, and even Wu Fei didn't expect that Li Haoxiang's original intention of agreeing to participate in the "Youth Cool Flying" program was not revenge.

Li Haoxiang just wants to save Tianjiao's musical talent, and doesn't want him to be reduced to the same situation as himself after being squeezed out of the so-called commercial value.

If he also has a revenge mentality, then the object will definitely not be Tianjiao. Tianjiao is another victim at best.

What Li Haoxiang didn't expect was that after participating in the program of Shanghai TV, he could still meet the young man who had brought him pot stickers for several days in a row and told himself that he was "born to be born".

Probably this is providence.

It turns out that his name is Chenxing. When the first episode of "Youth Cool Flying" was recorded live, Li Haoxiang's focus was all on Tianjiao, whether it was other contestants or judges, he didn't pay attention to it, not to mention that Chenxing was not outstanding in the first episode of the show. If it weren't for Chenxing in the third episode of the show that accidentally became the focus of the audience, Li Haoxiang might not have known that he was also here until the show ended. However, as long as he notices it, Li Haoxiang can recognize it at a glance, Chenxing, is the young man who gave him pot stickers. Looking at this guy's way of dealing with Zhao Dan, Li Haoxiang was surprised and did not feel disobedient, and there was a sigh of "the other party is really this kind of person". In that show, Li Haoxiang almost divided most of his attention to Chenxing, and was no longer engrossed in staring at Tianjiao. When he found out that Chenxing's agent seemed to be the female agent of Tianjiao, he was very depressed. He didn't know the name of the female agent, and in his eyes, this so-called capable woman would only kill the spirituality of the person he admired.

Thinking that Chenxing was just a young man who would meet in Pingshui, Li Haoxiang didn't think about deliberately reciprocating even if he knew that the other party was very kind to him, and he didn't desperately look for the other party, and he felt that the other party was more like a friendly NPC who just reached out to a map street in his own life, and disappeared from his life after completing his mission. Gratitude in the heart is the greatest reward.

In fact, I have a strong desire to live subconsciously. It's not so much that Chenxing brought the answer that he figured out, but that he inadvertently inspired him to find the answer he wanted.

I never expected it...... Li Haoxiang smiled, he was quite looking forward to meeting such an interesting guy again. This time, Li Haoxiang had a hunch that the other party would not just be an NPC passing by randomly on the map of his life, maybe he had become an NPC in the other party's life, right?

In this journey of life, if you don't come to the end, you won't know that there is such an interesting scenery waiting for you. Fortunately, fortunately, I didn't give up like that.

Li Haoxiang hopes that just as Chenxing inadvertently helped him overcome a life problem, he can also help him overcome a level.

If you don't have the opportunity to meet from now on, it's fine, but since we've already met, let's repay it.

When I walked back from the subway station, it was almost noon, and the "Xiao Wang Pot Sticker Shop" had also reached the point of temporary rest, and the family was packing up their things. Before Li Haoxiang walked over to help Man Man move the tables and chairs, he handed him the red hairpin he bought.

"You see, I don't need this." Li Haoxiang pointed to his bare head.

Manman's face slowly turned red.

She carefully put away the hairpin and put it in the pocket of her apron, which was slightly yellowed by oil smoke.

"Can you still sing to me?" Man Man looked up at Li Haoxiang and asked expectantly, his eyes shining, not inferior to Li Haoxiang's bald head that was reflected by the sun.

Li Haoxiang was about to agree, but another late customer came unexpectedly.

"Yo, it's time to close the stall, do you still have potstickers? I finally took turns off on the weekend, and said that I would come to you with my son Xiaohu in the morning to eat potstickers, but the two of them slept lazy and slept late, I don't know if there are any now? The customer looked young, at most thirty years old, and was obviously a regular customer in the store, and asked with a smile. Around his neck rode a little boy with a tiger's head and a tiger's brain, three or four years old.

"Dad, I'm starving, I'm going to eat potstickers!" The little boy knocked on his father's head and shouted unhappily.

"Hey, Brother Ji, it's you. There should be a few left. Xiaohu, don't worry, wait for my sister to see it, okay? When Man Man saw the comer, his smile overflowed, and he coaxed Xiaohu. She hurried back to the stall and prepared it for the guests.

"Well, my sister is so nice!" Xiaohu clapped his hands, and suddenly the rain passed and the sky cleared.

"Manman, thank you." Xiaohu's father responded casually, turned his head and saw Li Haoxiang who was folding tables and chairs on the side, his eyes blinked, stared at it for a few seconds, and suddenly his mouth grinned, and he pointed at him and said, "Hey? You are...... Are you the ...... Guys who have worked here before, right? ”

Li Haoxiang looked back at him, thought about it seriously, didn't recognize who it was, but he was a little familiar, guessing that he should be a frequent customer of the pot sticker shop, and he had seen himself a few times when he was working here before. However, there are so many customers coming and going in this store, Li Haoxiang will not remember their faces.

"It's a good mix, it's much stronger than before, and you want to do everything, don't you? It's good, it's good. The person who came looked up and down at Li Haoxiang, looked left and right, nodded in appreciation while watching, and looked very uncomfortable with his age.

"Dad, this uncle is so fierce!" Xiaohu touched his father's head and honestly expressed his perception of Li Haoxiang.

When Li Haoxiang heard this, he immediately made a very fierce glare as he said, which frightened Xiaohu so much that he didn't dare to say anything for a while.

"Hehe, Xiao Li, you don't know about this yet, if it weren't for Xiao Ji back then, we wouldn't have thought about letting you come to the store to work." After tidying up the store, Lao Wang walked over and patted the shoulder of the new customer "Xiao Ji".

"It's all about now, can you talk about it?" The proprietress looked at them with a smile and said.

Li Haoxiang looked confused.

It turned out that this Xiao Ji was a junior police officer at a nearby police station three years ago, and now he has been transferred to another police station to become a senior police officer. He was the little policeman who had been intimidated by Li Haoxiang, and at that time he noticed that Li Haoxiang was not in the right state, and he had already thought about sending this person to the hospital. Although he was scared away, he didn't really ignore Li Haoxiang, and secretly discussed with a few colleagues that if Li Haoxiang was unconscious, he would immediately send this guy to the hospital, his life was at stake, they couldn't stand idly by, and even let the beggars in the nearby area secretly stare at Li Haoxiang's movements. Later, when he found that Li Haoxiang began to eat, he and several colleagues were relieved, and silently thanked the young man who let Li Haoxiang eat. Once when Xiao Ji went to buy breakfast in civilian clothes, he saw Li Haoxiang walking out of the subway station and staying around the pot sticker shop. This old Wang couple is also warm-hearted people, I heard that Li Haoxiang almost couldn't think about it in the subway station, and there was Xiao Ji's secret guarantee, anyway, he was also thinking about whether to hire a small worker recently, and when he saw Li Haoxiang appear again, he tried to ask him if he would like to come to the store to help.

At that time, Li Haoxiang had just come to his senses, and he was at a loss about everything around him, so he naturally hadn't paid attention to ordinary customers like Xiao Ji, let alone knew what Xiao Ji had discussed with them. Xiao Ji was worried that Li Haoxiang was resistant to him, and asked Lao Wang and his wife not to mention it to him. Mr. and Mrs. Wang also agreed. After Li Haoxiang cleaned up his body and shaved his hair, Xiao Ji often came over to buy breakfast and looked at him secretly, but Li Haoxiang didn't notice it, and only regarded the other party as one of the countless ordinary customers. Man Man didn't know about it at the time, but he only learned about it after Li Haoxiang left and heard his parents inadvertently mention it.

In fact, Li Haoxiang had no impression of that little policeman for a long time.

"I didn't help anything, the main thing was that Lao Wang was kind enough to pull you along." Xiao Ji touched his head, and was a little embarrassed to be praised by the old Wang couple.

When I thought I was abandoned by the whole world, there were still people meddling, and there was more than one. Tut. Whether it's the stars I've seen or the little policemen I haven't noticed, it's these people in the world who don't care how boring their actions are...... Then don't want to give up.

Li Haoxiang took the potstickers in Manman's hand, solemnly sent them to Xiao Ji, and said with an expressionless face and seemingly casually, "It was really troublesome for you at that time." I'll invite you to this one, and when you come to eat potstickers in the future, the account will be on my head. ”

"Hey, I didn't do anything. I'm glad you're so energetic. It's not often said in Hong Kong dramas, people, the most important thing is to be happy, it's much easier for everyone to live happily. Xiao Ji waved his hand again and again, wanting to refuse.

"Dad, I want to eat potstickers!" The little tiger on Xiao Ji's head didn't follow, and the little meat hand was busy beating his father's head.

Li Haoxiang gave the potsticker to Xiaohu.

"Uncle gave me potstickers, uncle is a good person!" As soon as Xiaohu's clever little eyes rolled, the childish and simple sycophants opened their mouths, and the adults around were amused, and the laughter lasted for a long time.

(Again, for the record, this article is pure fiction, there are not many archetypes, and if an event feels similar to reality, I am mainly borrowing from the event, not from the real person.) Don't speculate on any real person based on the characters in the fictional story. ）