(Taoist priest of the Xinhai War...... It's a promised chapter push. I personally haven't been to see it beforehand, if you have friends who have a kitchen month, please have love to take it yourself. Next is the text)

Money is not the root of all evil, on the contrary, it is probably the purest thing in the world.

Nothing can be purer than money. It is used as an equivalent concept to maintain the correctness of exchange, money does not produce any value, but the money in circulation can gradually enliven the whole human society.

That means the embodiment of all the values that one can control. That means that all items will be traded with a concept of stability rather than bartering.

Is there something wrong with this kind of thing? There is no mistake that his existence is necessary and indispensable.

So let's see who says that money is the root of all evil.

The first people to come up with this concept should be the Western Catholic Church. These bastards, who have eaten the blood of people for thousands of years, have finally reached into the financial system and tried to replace Yiqiē with religion. Hammering witches, jihad, and qiē are all manifestations of religious power. Of course, money is no exception. The Book of Atonement or something the Pope said could have.

Money is the equivalent, money can buy a qiē, and the value of life is nothing more than a string of numbers calculated by others and yourself after your death. Your life is worth hundreds of thousands of dollars, and nothing else.

It is because he is just and equal that he is disgusted. It is precisely because he measures people's hearts by standards that he will be spurned. Because money proves that a qiē is equivalent.

The silver and goods are in circulation, and the wealth is circulating. This kind of thing is really the most just existence in the world.

You will not lose your value because of your ugly appearance, nor will you lose your utility because your actions are disqualified, nor will you refuse to spend because your heart is broken. Money is money, the benchmark of all things in the world, the stone of a philosopher who can transform a qiē.

The Philosopher's Stone was called the Philosopher's Stone for a while, probably for this reason. Because the alchemists have long realized that if you have money, you have a qiē.

But there was only one thing they couldn't buy.

That is the human soul, the benchmark of the equality of all things.

Beauty and ugliness, good and evil, good and bad, this kind of thing is clear at a glance, everyone is created equal, except for the cranial nerves born or acquired damage like me, basically know these basic concepts. No matter how much you advertise it, the still stinks, and you can't say it's fragrant.

Although everyone is almost the same when it comes to things that they hate, there are many factions for the enjoyment of good things.

Sweet tofu brain, salty tofu brain, five-kernel mooncake, lotus seed mooncake, black tea pie, green tea pie, etc. are all platforms for people with different feelings to argue. To be sure, these things are all good in their own right, but as a symbol, they need to earn themselves an orthodox position. So the tearing war appeared.

By the way, I personally have salty tofu brain, five-kernel mooncakes, and green tea pie.

"In other words, you have made so many detours and said so many things that I don't know what the use is, in fact, just to tell me that you don't want to drink black tea?"

Sitting on the sofa, under the snow, he picked up his teacup, held his forehead with a headache, and glared at me. However, for this kind of attack that is not threatening at all, I have already trained my face to a considerable level, and I have naturally ignored it.

"But the black tea brewed with Yukino sauce is really delicious~ What kind of high-grade tea is it?"

"It's just a store item, not something of value."

For Yubihama's surprised look, Yukishita pursed his lips, slightly pulled up the corners of his mouth, and seemed to make a laughing motion.

But judging by the pale face and weak behavior, there is no reassuring look. Dressed in a white knitted sweater, under the snow, in the cold-toned room, he looked like he could collapse into a crystalline powder at any time, and his delicate and slender face did not have any blood on it, just absentmindedly sipping black tea.

In the face of this attitude of not saying anything under the snow, non-violent and non-cooperative, Yubihama and I had no way to say it directly, so we could only look at each other blankly at the scenery of the room under the snow.

Although the layout of the home under the snow is the same as my home, due to the decoration problem, the home of the two of us presents a completely different style. It can even be said that the decoration style of the two of us is simply going to two extremes.

I don't like the cool color decoration style too much for personal reasons, basically the decoration is pure white, sky blue, pink, and the lighting is also a relatively common fluorescent lamp. Even at night, I don't feel too cold and lonely, which is the main reason why I am often able to ease my feelings quickly after waking up in the middle of the night due to nervous breakdowns.

The warm color decoration mode, combined with some modern paintings of arts and crafts, can basically create a warm atmosphere, which gives me the illusion that I am no longer lonely.

But the style under the snow is completely opposite to me.

A dark brown TV stand sits a black rear-projection TV, with pure black speakers on either side, and dark brown floor lamps on either side. The TV curtain wall is even more dim shark pattern, and the dark blue LED lights are coldly lit up around. The dark black curtains cut off the room one by one, creating an atmosphere of determination.

It's more of a quick break or a business hotel to see. Even the few decorations are a deep sea blue, giving it a sense of seclusion and solitude. It makes people feel a cold breath.

In this black and blue, under the snow sat on the pale blue sofa, holding a teacup, and gently sipping it with a pale face. The pale blue pupil reflects the cold light of inorganic matter.

It's like a real queen of the dark blue, extremely lonely.

“…… There is something about this event, which is my personal question. ”

He gently put the finished teacup on the coffee table, and gently curled his hair around his fingertips under the snow. There was no such thing as the usual fierce atmosphere, and he said weakly.

That state of affairs is not so much an explanation to us as it is to explain it to ourselves. The two eyes did not look at us as usual, but stared at the coffee table in front of them with some distraction. It gives the impression that it has completely burned out, leaving only an empty shell.

That's right, the 'Snow Under the Snow' in my preconceived impression is not a dimensional creature at all from the current sweater girl sitting on the sofa with a pale face drinking black tea. If it were in the usual style, we would definitely frown and say that we were thinking too much, and then come up with a series of positive theories to supplement our own theories.

But she didn't.

Just sitting on the sofa like that, he curled up his body as if he was a little cold, looked at the cup that was still warm in his palm with a confused face, and said a little erratically.

"Maybe it's because I've been a little nervous lately...... For the learning aspect. Something bad always comes to mind. And the fact that the teacher asked me to write a review may have had some influence on me, so that's probably it. Don't worry too much, maybe tomorrow will be fine. ”

Ethereal and ephemeral words echoed in the icy room, bringing a layer of sparkle.

Probably, probably, perhaps. The words that should have come out of my mouth bloomed one by one from my lips under the snow.

Instead of looking at me and Yubihama, I described it as if sleepwalking, pinching the teacup that was gradually cooling. After a while, I shivered as if I had just woken up from a dream. Looking at the empty teacup in the palm of his hand, he had a look of disbelief on his face.

'What's going on?' ’

Even if she didn't say it, you could tell it by looking at her trembling eyelashes and lips.

"Yukino-chan......" Yubihama looked at the sitting opposite, as if he had been injured by this call, and instantly curled up under the snow, his face showing a little sadness.

Because I've never seen it before. I've never seen such a snow under the snow at all. For us, there is no zài under such a fragile snow like ice crystals. Even if we were prepared to see a different snow than usual, it would be a bit unusual.

It's like a different person, and the snow under the snow in front of us is not the snow under the snow we know, but someone else. Vulnerable, unconfident, overwhelmed, completely unsure of what to do, just sitting on the sofa with a numb and pale face thinking about their own affairs.

Perhaps in a place we don't know, we have faced such a fragile thinking session under the snow. But for Yubihama and me, this kind of snow is unprecedented.

"Cheer up a little, Yukino-chan, if you have something to say......"

It also seemed that he felt that his proposal was a little too stupid, and Yubihama immediately closed his mouth. Looking at the snow with those innocent eyes, she anxiously tried to convey her enthusiasm to the queen of ice and snow, who was now on the verge of shattering.

However, the results don't look ideal.

"You don't understand anything......

Looking at the teacup in his hand, he muttered under the snow.

"Maybe I'm the one who really doesn't understand. It's hard to tell what's right and what's wrong. I can't even tell what I want. ”

In the face of my and Yubihama's gaze, Yuki gradually raised his head and showed a weak smile.

"Sorry...... I'm afraid something is really wrong with me. ”