Menchi said: "Heh, my experience is not as tortuous as yours, so I still don't talk about it."

I said, "Anyway, it's boring at night, let's talk about it." Don't mind. ”

Mench said, "Okay then. Just say it. ”

I said, "Yes."

"I grew up in schools where animals ran all over the place, just like the kids in the city," Mench said. Is that school you go to No. 7 Elementary School? ”

I recalled: "Hmm...... Yes, it's the seventh elementary school. ”

"I grew up in that shabby school," Mench said. I have a dream to be a wandering artist, to paint, record, and write down the most beautiful landscapes. But then I really entered the society, and I turned the most beautiful into the most moving, because, in today's society, picking up garbage is the most beautiful, and there are too many ugly ones. ”

I said, "You should have parents, right?"

Menqi's face changed slightly, but he still kept smiling: "I have, and I am a good parent."

I said, "So how are they doing now?" Are you okay? "Since Mench can wander, and he has said that his parents are good, then his parents may have ......

Mench said, "It should be fine." They were all in another city, where there was no fighting, and it was safe. ”

I said, "Oooh."

Menchi lit a cigarette and put it in his mouth as he said, "They have done their duty as parents, they are very qualified parents." But I've been away from home for two years. ”

I was a little surprised: "Huh? Why? They're good to you, too. ”

Menqi seemed to be very haggard and spat out a cigarette, and said: "Because they oppose my dreams and don't want me to live the life I want to live, they are good to me, and they are only good to me from their point of view, for example, they think it is good to buy me fruits, but in fact what I want to get is vegetables, but I will not be like those fools, to ostracize, to hate my parents, I want to repay my parents very much, but for them, I live according to the life they arranged for me, it is repayment." I can't do this, because I won't like the boring and useless homework in school because of family affection, I won't be a nerd for family affection, just sit in the office all day and brag about doing nothing and being quiet, I don't want to live that boring life. Therefore, in my life, I am destined to be unfilial. ”

I said, "Isn't that something...... Forehead...... Selfish? ”

Mench took a deep puff of his cigarette and asked me, "So who is selfless?"

I said, "Uh......"

Mench hurriedly said: "Don't tell me anything about the leaders of the country who think about the people and the soldiers or volunteers who go to the battlefield, many people think they are selfless, they are all wrong, no one is selfless!" Mench amplified the volume.

I asked, "So what's wrong?"

Mench said: "There is one thing that a lot of people forget. I ask you, why should those who are selfish be selfish? ”

I said, "Hmm...... It's for your own pleasure. ”

Mench said: "Yes, it is to be happy, and the selfish person is selfish in order to make himself happy in the definition of self." So if you think about those selfless people, such as volunteers, are they happy after they have selflessly helped others? ”

I said, "Oh, oh, that's right."

Mench went on to say: "Whether selfish or selfless, the purpose is the same, and the final inner reaction is the same. Although many volunteers say that they selflessly help others for the sake of others' happiness, think about it, being selfish will only make you happy and you will lose many friends, which is not good for the future. But what about selflessness? From this point of view, no one is truly selfless, selflessness is just pity for others, just a way of life for a smart person, and it is just to satisfy the selfishness of others. ”

I was a little confused.

Mench said, "In short, selflessness is satisfying the selfishness of others, and no one is truly selfless."

I said, "Oooh."

Mench said, "Well, the subject has changed." I just found out.

Mench said: "The most sorry thing in my life is my parents, they are dutiful, but I treat them like this, and when I made this decision, it was also very painful."

I said, "You can see that you are very attached to the life and dreams you yearn for."

Mench said: "Yes, I can't guarantee anything but that I will definitely die on the path I want to take, and the end of that road is my dream, perhaps, there is no end."

I said, "Then you can do your best."

Menchi threw the cigarette out of the window and said, "Definitely."

Menchi said, "Forget it, I can't sleep anyway, and now it's halfway through the night, let's go straight to the warehouse." You're okay, right? ”

I said, "Of course, let's go."

With that, we got out of the car. Follow the yellowed street to the suburbs. The road is eerily quiet now, and I can even hear the sound of leaves scraping on the ground.

When I was about to leave the city, Mench said to me, "Wait a minute, just move all the timber you need to build the house at once, and you have to work a little harder."

I said, "Yes."

Soon I saw a large open space at the foot of the old man's villa, and next to the open space was a large house, locked. That house is supposed to be a warehouse.

Menqi opened the door to the warehouse, and it was so dark that he couldn't see anything clearly. I stayed outside, and Mench went in. I looked around and there was a dark, quiet jungle. Although I grew up in a very difficult environment, I used to spend most of my time in the mines, and although the mines were also dark, I was very familiar with the place, which was full of unknowns. Besides, there are people to accompany me in the mine, and now that Menqi is inside, I feel an inexplicable sense of loneliness outside.

Suddenly, there was a strange sound in the warehouse, echoing loud, squeaky, creepy, and very harsh. I mustered up the courage to look inside the warehouse, and it was the sound of Menchi pushing the wheel of a cart.

Mench asked me to load the timber onto the cart together. The cart was also a bit big, about as long as Mench and I combined, and almost as wide as my hands were spread. Naturally, there is a lot of wood that can be installed.

We loaded it for about twenty minutes, and Mench said it was okay, and we stopped.

There was also a lot of wood, and it was placed on the cart in a triangular shape, and it was tightly tied to the cart with a rope, and it was half a head taller than me.

Mench said, "You push in the back, I pull in the front."

I said, "Okay."

Mench tied a rope around his waist, and the other end of the rope was tied to the front of the cart.

We turned the cart around and pushed the cart out of the warehouse. It was very strenuous, the muscles in my hands were tense, and the large arteries in my neck were visibly inflated.

Menchi said: "The road we will take later, if we go directly to the wooden house, it is closer, but it is a little tiring to walk, and the other road is smoother, but it is far away, which one to take?"

I said, "It doesn't matter, listen to you."

Mench said, "Okay, go straight to it."