Making a wish, an act that most intuitively expresses the expectation of the future, is also the most perfect form of expressing one's own expectations. When making a wish, people often show a stubborn and devout prayer, these two completely different emotions coexist so that the human body has to instinctively block out some of its own emotional attributes used to correct mistakes, which makes the hope itself the most intuitive performance, so everyone will have a faint smile when making a wish, looking pious, tranquil, and radiant. Wishing is the most able to reflect the human instinct of hope, not to think about the result, not to conceive the road, only for the hope itself that is ethereal or unattainable in one's own mind and releases the meaning output without a trace of impurities, beautiful as the sunset, beautiful as the morning dew.

Wishing is the instinct of hope, and wishing is the output of perfect meaning. I shook my head slightly, and walked down the mountain behind everyone, since we made a wish that day, we stayed in the Taoist temple for two more days, which was also the two days that made Feng Xiaolu feel bored, and finally Sun Hao had to resign to Qingyan Daoist with guilt in the boring chanting of Taoist priests and Feng Xiaolu's almost crazy complaints, which was able to calm their almost collapsed minds. After that, everyone finally got their wish and embarked on the way down the mountain, and they were as excited as they came.

I turned my head to look at Lu Xue, she was still smiling, walking behind me unhurriedly, still as delicate and elegant as when she came, still shining in the morning light, and her expression was very similar to when she made a wish.

Make a wish, I curled the corners of my mouth, and shook my head slightly, making a wish, that is not for me, pinning my goals on that ethereal thing, and expounding my hope in a begging way, it really makes no sense to me. Making a wish, maybe it's the same as a vow, people don't care if it can be fulfilled or not, they just care about the sincere feeling when they do it.

Making a wish is nothing more than an art of thinking.

"What do you think? Brother Xiaoshan. Lu Xue asked with a smile on her head.

"I'm thinking about what you've made." I replied casually.

Lu Xue winked at me playfully, curled the corners of her mouth, lightly suckled her teeth, and said with a coercive chuckle, "Guess? ”

Everyone stopped abruptly and looked at us with interest, I glanced at them, Feng Xiaolu and Zhou Ying glanced at each other, as if they were whispering something, Wang Huan shook his head lightly, his face was full of disdain, Sun Hao and Zhang Hui shrugged their shoulders opposite each other, with a playful expression.

I frowned, thought for a moment and replied, "I'm sorry, I was abrupt, but I meant to know why people like to express their hopes in such an ethereal way." ”

"Hey." Feng Xiaolu sighed, walked up to me, patted me on the shoulder, and said with a look of indignation, "I don't know what others say about hope, but I know that you are hopeless." ”

Everyone shook their heads helplessly and continued to walk down the mountain.

"Hope is ethereal," Lu Xue still looked at me with a smile, and said very sincerely, "It is precisely because of hope that it is ethereal, so in many cases we will always ignore its existence, dare not think about it, and have to deal with everything around us rationally, we dare not make even a little effort to the ethereal possibility, because we are afraid of losing, afraid of not getting it, but in fact, we are all wrong, the most precious hope is hope itself, and having hope is to have happiness." ”

"You're right, little brother." She paused, then added.

I looked at her eyes like a crescent moon, and her lips and teeth were bright, and suddenly there was a rush of impulse. I took a deep breath and nodded gently. "Maybe it's because of this factor of hope that people come to different conclusions when faced with the same thing."

"Hmm." Lu Xue hummed softly, still walking behind me unhurriedly, I didn't look back at her, but I seemed to sense that she seemed to be snickering, with a little surprise, a little shy.

Everyone walked on the way down the mountain, the morning dew was heavy, hitting us, mixed with sweat, making people very uncomfortable, Feng Xiaolu looked at it from time to time, her expression was very eager, she seemed to be on the verge of collapse again.

"Don't worry, Xiaolu, it's almost there." Zhang Hui whispered to comfort her.

"Huh? It's nothing? Feng Xiaolu glanced back at him, "I'm thinking, you said that if we can meet again when we came here is the one they saw on Xiaoshan, that"

"I can't." I replied to her lightly.

"Why?"

"That's not a fairy at all, I still think that the verdict is upheld, I think he may just be a circus or a mentally retarded person."

"Why?" Feng Xiaolu and Zhou Ying said in surprise.

"What about others, I think you're mentally retarded." Wang Huan said in a low voice, his eyes full of disdain.

Sun Hao and Zhang Hui both shrugged their shoulders again and continued to watch the play.

"I asked Daoist Qingyan, and he said that he didn't know that person, but he just meant that person existed."

"What does that mean?"

"There is no empirical evidence for the explanation."

"Cut, Daoist Qingyan is a master of the world, even if he hasn't seen it, it can't be said that his feelings are wrong." Feng Xiaolu said disdainfully.

I frowned and thought for a moment and said, "There's such a paradox that says, there's a guy who has a strange color blindness. He sees two colors differently than others, he sees blue as green and green as blue. But he himself did not know that he was different from others, the sky that others saw was blue, and what he saw was green, but he and others were all called the same, they were all blue; The grass was green, but what he saw was blue, but he called blue green. Therefore, neither he nor others know that he is different from others. So how do you let him know that he is different from others? ”

"Do you need to ask such a simple question? Let him paint watercolors, for example, blue sky and green grass, what he paints must be green sky and blue grass, while others have blue sky and green grass. ”

"Oh? Why do you think your answer is correct? ”

"What a simple question." Feng Xiaolu pursed her lips and said disapprerovingly.

"Xiaolu, you're wrong." Zhang Hui hurriedly stopped her.

"What's wrong?"

"When he paints the blue sky, he thinks of green, and the pen he picks up is also the green in his mind, which is the blue in the eyes of others, so what he paints is still the blue sky and green grass in everyone's eyes." Zhang Hui patiently explained.

I nodded.

"Oh, what about the color palette?" Zhou Ying also said, "What normal people see is blue + red = purple, green + red = yellow." And what he sees is green + red = purple, and what he sees is blue + red = yellow.

"It's useless," Zhang Hui thought for a while and said, "If he just has blue-green pigment and is not normal, then he still won't feel the difference, in our eyes, blue + red = purple, in his eyes it is the same as green + red = purple." If it's just that the blue-green is abnormal, then the emerald green in his eyes is close to blue, which is the green in his eyes, the blue in his cognition, so he doesn't have any doubts about the naming of the dye. ”

"Oh, that's right, what about the color temperature?" Feng Xiaolu thought for a while and asked, "Blue is a cool color, and green is a warm color." ”

I shook my head, "Warm and cold colors are an empirical induction in people's cognition, because the iceberg and the deep sea are blue, so people think it's a cold color, but in his eyes, the sea is green, but people tell him it's a cold color, what do you think he thinks?" ”

"So, this is still a real problem, that little mountain, you say, how to solve this problem?"

"No solution." Lu Xue said with a smile.

I nodded, "The actual color seen in a normal person's eyes is blue, and in cognition it will be blue, and the name is blue, but in his eyes, the color he sees is blue, and in his cognition it is green, but the name is blue." In other words, his input and output are the same as those of a normal person, and the only difference is his own cognition. ”

"Oh, so what does that mean?"

"It means that the world you see is destined to be different." Lu Xue looked at me with a smile and said quietly.

I nodded, "Yes, even if everyone sees the same thing and describes the same thing, it is still different in cognition, if the difference in cognition is expanded, then people will have different descriptions of the same thing, and describe it in the direction they want in their cognition, so because Qingyan Daochang's cognition is different from ours, and he has not yet proved it, it does not mean that he is necessarily correct." ”

"Hey." Zhou Ying sighed lightly, looked at Lu Xue with pity, and said helplessly, "Poor little Lu Xue." ”

"Hey." Feng Xiaolu also sighed lightly, and said with annoyance, "Xiaoshan, you are not color blind, you are simply blind." ”

"Xiaoshan, you are really ruthless." This is Wang Huan's last evaluation of me.