I didn't answer the white-haired old man's question, just silenced for a while, then reached out and picked up the small spoon on the coffee table and put it into my cup of coffee. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

I pinched the end of the handle of the spoon with the thumb, index finger, and middle finger of my right hand and placed the spoon upright in the coffee cup, if I could see the bottom of the cup, then the spoon and the bottom of the cup should be at a right angle of nearly 90 degrees.

Begin to gently apply pressure to your right wrist and control the spoon with three fingers so that it begins to stir in a clockwise direction in the coffee cup.

One, two, three......

I used very light pressure and turned very slowly, and when I finished the fifth turn, I stopped. At the same time, the small spoon was quickly removed from the coffee.

At this point, although my stirring has stopped, there is still a swirl in the middle of the coffee that is caused by stirring.

I stared at the swirl in the cup, watching it grow smaller and smaller until it finally disappeared completely, and the inside of the cup was calm again.

I looked up at the white-haired old man.

The white-haired old man thought I was going to tell him something, and he looked up at me.

But I didn't say anything to him, just smiled at him, and put the little spoon in my right hand into the coffee cup again.

As I did this time, I still use three fingers to pinch the end of the handle of the small spoon so that it is perpendicular to the coffee cup.

Then the right wrist was pressed again, and the three fingers controlled the small spoon and began to stir in the coffee.

It's just that this time it's not in a clockwise direction, but in a completely opposite counterclockwise direction, and the speed of rotation is much faster than the one just now.

One, two, three......

This time, I stirred the spoon in the coffee ten times in one breath before stopping.

As the stirring stopped, I quickly took the spoon out of my coffee as I did last time.

The whirlpool formed in the center of the coffee this time is larger than the one just now, and the depth of the downward concave in the middle of the whirlpool is also deeper than just now.

I watched as the swirls in the cup grew smaller and smaller, then vanished, and finally the cup was calm again.

I raised my head again and looked at the white-haired old man, but this time I was not silent anymore, but asked, "Old man, do you see what's coming?" ”

"You're trying to tell me that no matter how hard you push, how fast you go, clockwise or counterclockwise, five or ten turns, as long as the stirring stops, the inside of the coffee cup will always calm down, right?"

The white-haired old man didn't slowly look away from the coffee cup until he finished speaking, and turned his gaze to me.

"Yes." I nodded, "No matter how powerful the whirlpool is, as long as the source that caused the whirlpool is gone, even if the whirlpool will continue for a while, it will only be a matter of time before calm finally returns." ”

"Seems to make some sense."

"So, I dig a ditch and let the whale swim back to the sea in the summer, although when she just comes back to the sea, there will definitely be all kinds of problems, but I think that with the passage of time, these problems will gradually become no longer a problem for her, and eventually she will adapt to the sea again."

"Are you that confident?"

"I'm not confident, I'm just believing."

"Oh? How? ”

"Huh!" I smiled wryly, "I only have a few days left, and what the future will look like is not something I can predict at all, and I don't have a chance to see the future, so do I have any other choice now than to believe that the future I have sketched is correct?" ”

The white-haired old man smiled and nodded at me, and then we picked up our coffee cups together, a bit like a toast, but we didn't clink glasses, gestured through the air, and then drank the coffee in our own cups.

The white-haired old man drank quickly, drank the coffee almost in one gulp, and after drinking, he put the cup in his hand back on the coffee table, coughed lightly, cleared his throat, and then said with a look of seriousness: "Okay, I'll ask you another question at the end." ”

"Okay, excuse me."

"It's still the same old question, young man, are you really not sad and have no regrets?"

I held the coffee cup and was stunned for about three or four wonderful moments, then slowly raised the cup to my mouth, took a sip, and then slowly put the cup down, and paused for another three or four seconds before slowly speaking, "There must be regrets, as for sadness?" Because there are regrets, there will definitely be sadness. ”

At this point, I paused, leaned back, leaned back on the couch, and continued: "It's just that no matter how painful the past and present are, they will eventually become memories, and life will not stop because of my regrets and sadness, but will continue to move forward inexorably, just like that damn countdown timer." ”

"Young man, you seem to have a lot of insight when you hear you say this?"

"I can't call it a feeling, but there is a little bit of enlightenment."

"Well, go ahead." The white-haired old man looked very interested.

"I don't have much time, since I've already been sad and sad in my dreams once, that's enough, I don't want to spend the rest of my precious time in meaningless tears and melancholy."

After listening to this, the white-haired old man patted his hands and stood up from the sofa, "Yes, yes, it seems that the old man is ready to leave." ”

"Old man, are you leaving? Aren't you going to hear how I'm going to dig a ditch? ”

"If you don't listen to it, you don't listen, if there are too many spoilers, it's not interesting."

As soon as the words fell, the white-haired old man had already turned around, his hands behind his back, and prepared to leave.

At this time, I shouted at him, "Old man, don't be in a hurry to leave, I have a question for you." ”

"Oh?" The white-haired old man looked back at me.

"What's your name?"

"Huh? That's it? ”

"yes, that's it!"

"Why did you suddenly remember to ask me my name?"

"On a whim! After all, I've known you for a while, but I never knew what your name was, which is always a bit unreasonable, right? ”

"I see." The white-haired old man smiled, "Isn't my name just 'Old Man'?" ”

I glanced at the white-haired old man with disdain, "Cut, I'll tell you seriously, you dead old man is having fun with me again." ”

"Hahaha!" The white-haired old man smiled again, "Name, after all, it's just a title, what is the specific name, is it that important?" ”

"Doesn't it matter?"

"What do you think? Is the so-called name, or title, or code name, really that important? The white-haired old man said meaningfully.