We don't have virtue, we have the virtue to show others.

Mu Yan forgot where he saw this sentence, he couldn't understand it when he was young, but then he gradually remembered it in his bones.

There are many ways to show virtue, and in the 70s of the 21st century, when electronic interaction was extremely developed, it focused on the sound and goodwill that a person made to the outside world.

To put it bluntly, it is the so-called "humanistic care".

In those days, photonic processors were powerful enough to record what a person posted on all social platforms during their lifetime and compile it into a "social profile". If you just want to be an ordinary person, then OK, this file belongs to black history at best, and there will be more hilarious memories when you look back on your life in your later years. But if you want to go into politics, that's a big problem.

Because of this file, you must be subject to the same strict public opinion isolation as a congenital immunodeficiency patient since childhood, to ensure absolute loyalty to the country and the people mentally, and not to post reactionary, violent, seqin, and illegal content on any social platform. It's not okay to ridicule, it's not okay to insinuate, and it's not okay to be weird and weird, and it's not okay to praise and depreciate.

Of course, this is only the so-called foundation, the bottom line.

On top of that, you also need to fully show yourself as a "virtuous" person to add points to yourself, in the form of the "humanistic care" mentioned above.

Mu Yan remembers very well that when he was just 12 years old and reached the legal age of being interviewed and exposed by the media, he was approached by an organization called the Social Care Federation, which said that it could provide him with the opportunity to treat Parares's syndrome and cover 95% of the cost of treatment, with the only requirement that he accept follow-up reports and some interviews. This seemingly perfect invitation shocked Mu Yan all of a sudden, and he almost subconsciously agreed, but Mu Dad refused for him as a guardian.

Mu Yan swore that he had never resented his father so much for a moment, and if it could be measured by a spell, it might be a forbidden spell, or even a divine spell......

But it turns out that Mu Dad is right. He didn't completely refuse, the middle-aged man, who looked ten years older than his actual age, agreed to hold a small-scale interview rehearsal, and said that if the child could accept it, then everything could be carried out, and if he didn't accept it, then completely refuse. Until then, he won't ask for a penny.

The other party readily agreed, and the rehearsal was arranged that night.

At night, media people came in with long guns and short cannons, magnesium lamps and levitating microphones crowded the ward, Mu Yan felt that he was facing a thousand-faced beast with teeth and claws, it stretched out its hideous tentacles, opened countless mouths and whispered to itself, and his ears were filled with a lot of false and cold care......

Standing next to him was a middle-aged woman, who was also the focus of reporters. Mu Yan often sees her on TV speaking out for third-class citizens and disadvantaged groups. She was well maintained, well-dressed, stretched out her hand to hold Mu Yan's thin arm, and said something with tears in her eyes, even the reporter was moved to cry, but Mu Yan didn't hear any of them.

He could only smell the pungent smell coming from the other person's arm, which contained at least four disinfectants and isolatants, and even overshadowed the perfume on her body.

Coparares' syndrome is a genetic disorder, not an infectious disease......

Since then, he has lost any hope for the so-called "care", and he has become more and more aware of what he needs, not care, but level-eyed.

The reason why he is keen to play the role of a scholar is that the game can provide him with a completely real and equal environment, where people do not treat him specially, everything is normal and comfortable.

The so-called special care, every second is emphasizing the vulnerable group identity of the person being cared for, and every second is revealing the scars, which is not what they really need. They want to be treated equally, and they are no different from ordinary people in the eyes of others, not the inexplicable distance caused by sensitivity.

Even with well-intentioned care, it is easy for self-sensitive people to reject, not to mention those who use it as a guise for their actions to undoubtedly be cruel and harmful.

So Mu Yan's mentality towards Janssen couldn't be clearer, this kid was as rebellious and willful as he was at the beginning, and he was just as crazy as he vented his resentment against the world to those close to him. The only difference between the two is that at the age of six, he realized that he did not have the capital to vent his emotions wantonly, and Janssen was not.

His capital is too strong to squander at will, but in the future, one day it will be completely exhausted. At that time, either he gave up on the world, or the world abandoned him. Mourning is greater than heart death, no matter what, this is a destination that he cannot escape.

But now, that may be changing.

……

“…… The blonde Lady Elysifer inherited her husband's inheritance, as well as the hatred between him and the Septins. So 14 years later, in the year of the blooming of the green rose, the Septins broke through the city gates. But what they saw was not a mother and daughter huddled in a corner and shivering, but a deserted and empty palace. The scorching smell of the circle burning around the throne, the salty sea breeze in the air, and all the clues point to the endless sea, but no one knows why they disappeared or where they went......"

When Mu Yan read this, he stopped and looked at Janssen, who was resting with his eyes closed.

"You know what?"

Janssen's slender eyelashes trembled, and he opened his eyes impatiently, but he saw Mu Yan looking full of curiosity, and the sarcasm that had just reached his mouth was swallowed back.

"Vol. XII, p. 441, the second paragraph begins with an explanation."

"Okay."

Mu Yan put down the book in his hand and took a new one from the shelf.

"I'll see...... Got it! Most of the Turings at sea were adept at sailing, and they found the wreck of a huge ship in the deep sea, at least five hundred nautical miles from the port of Pilates. After salvage and identification, they determined that it was Lady Elysifer and her fleet, who had left through the teleportation array, and they had crossed the ocean and died at the bottom of the ocean......"

Reading this, Mu Yan pretended to be stunned, "I see...... However, you have read it all, and even memorized it all, so why do you have to read it? ”

"I'm reading and deepening my memory, is my mind empty like you?" Janssen rolled his eyes, "Hey, after helping me turn to page fifteen, some of the details there were forgotten......"

"Here," Mu Yan stretched out his arm and held the book in front of him, but he was preoccupied with the other one.

"Hey, it's time to turn the page." Janssen protested.

"Do it yourself, have enough food and clothing." Mu Yan was impatient.

"You ......"

Janssen was choked half to death, but his mood was inexplicably happy. He turned his only neck that could be used, rubbed his chin against the pages of the book and barely turned it over, Mu Yan raised his fingers and pressed down the corners of the book at the right time, and the two completed a tacit cooperation.

Janssen felt a great sense of accomplishment that he had never experienced before.