I blocked Zhao Min behind me in a flash, my heart rose to my throat, and I looked around in surprise, but I didn't find anything abnormal, and then my entangled heart was slightly soothed.

"What's wrong?" Zhao Min pulled my arm and frowned, and asked with a puzzled expression.

I breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Let's go to the cafeteria to eat......" As he spoke, he grabbed Zhao Min's arm and walked quickly towards the school gate, completely leaving behind the reserved nature that middle school students should have in broad daylight.

"You're scratching me." Zhao Min broke free of my hand and walked back while being half-pushed by me, and then asked, "What's wrong?" ”

"I'll tell you when I get to school." I glanced behind me suspiciously, and said impatiently.

Maybe seeing that I was too nervous, Zhao Min stopped talking, but took the initiative to speed up the cadence. I stayed behind her until we entered the school, and I told her exactly what I had done and what I had dreamed about in their class.

"Remember Titanic?" I thought she would laugh at me for being superstitious, but Zhao Min was silent for a moment after listening to my story, and then she said while brushing her hair behind her ear.

"Titanic? Remember, what's wrong? I asked, frowning, a little confused.

"I asked you, 'Will you love me with your life as Jack did for Rose?'" You said you didn't know, but today I did. "I don't know why she made up my words, maybe for the sake of the sentence, maybe it was forgetting, maybe it was selective memory......

Zhao Min looked at me affectionately and continued, "'Time is like water, always silent. If you're well, it's a sunny day. Today I can read it to my heart. ”

Hearing Zhao Min say this, my heart was warm, but after a while, I couldn't help but ask myself - why did I go so desperate to protect her in the first place?

I think it's because of the fear that the dream will come true, and this fear doesn't come from the selfish heart that is afraid of losing? My recklessness is nothing more than an impulse to fear the loss of the love of my heart, and this impulse is only to soothe the deep fear of the imminent loss of foreknowledge at that moment.

Do I only love me? But this kind of absolutely selfish love is so pure and selfless in Zhao Min's eyes, and it must be worthy of her praise. So my nature is good, and my human nature is good?

Do I only love me? If the person who met the Grim Reaper in the dream at that time was myself, would I hide directly behind Zhao Min when I faced the fear that the dream would come true?

Because then the person who was afraid of losing became himself. Isn't this also a primal impulse to fear loss, and isn't this impulse also soothing the fear of foreknowledge of imminent loss? It's just that the object of fear of loss has changed.

Wouldn't the good in Zhao Min's eyes at that time become the evil hidden in my heart forever? So my nature is evil, and my human nature is evil? But I think that sex is impulsive, and the good and evil of human nature actually come from the momentary impulse to sudden things.

Therefore, the good and evil of human nature are not antagonistic and contradictory, but exist in an unknown and not virtual impulse in an uncertain and reasonable way.

Just as we are not virtual in the world of the ancients, but exist in uncertain interventions, so the future man should be to us. Today it seems to be a good macroscopic explanation for quantum mechanics.

Although the beginning of winter that day was essentially like a meal in the cafeteria, it was a meal destined to leave a mark on my memory.

Something that doesn't happen is the best thing that happens.

The matter of the wanted man was then gone, and after a long time, everyone returned to their old habits, except for me. Because it has become a habit for me to get out of school with Zhao Min after self-study every night.

Speaking of wanted criminals, another incident at that time fully demonstrated the heroism and resourcefulness of the people's police.

It is said that a traffic policeman in a city in the north was killed by his driver after being dragged hundreds of meters by his driver while checking a suspicious vehicle at an intersection.

I heard that the traffic policeman could have avoided the invitation of death, but he chose to hold on to the door tightly and not let go, and the suspicious driver of the vehicle fled after he fell.

For this traffic policeman who died in the line of duty, many classmates were like me and set him as an example, and sincerely admired, but some people thought he was too stupid - why didn't he let go, he couldn't live with his own life?

There are a very small number of people who are more excessive, and even if I have deliberately used "very few" as a modifier, I have not been allowed to repeat their views here, so you can imagine how excessive it is!

On the third day after the news reported this shocking scene, our singing and weeping people's police arrested the driver at the Yunnan-Myanmar border. After interrogation, it was found that the driver who caused the accident was a habitual car thief who had been wanted for a long time and had already been killed......

"Hey, Master!" My tablemate Zhu Miao touched me with his elbow and whispered.

"What?" I asked in a dumb voice.

"Ahh Zhu Miao pouted sideways.

I looked in the direction of Zhu Miaonu's mouth, and saw the political teacher smiling solemnly, grabbing Hua Yaomei's left hand on the desk, caressing it and saying:

"Hua Yaomei, you can answer what value is, okay?"

Hua Yaomei stood up with her left face blushing (I could only see the left half of her face from my position), took the opportunity to pull her left hand out between her two palms, and replied:

"Value refers to the attributes and functions that a thing has that can meet the needs of the subject."

Yan Shi didn't show displeasure because Hua Yaomei broke free, he just pushed the glasses full of circles, glasses with thick lenses like the bottom of a wine bottle, and his signature smile was hung on his face from beginning to end, and even the crow's feet at the corners of his eyes showed his kindness and kindness.

"Very well, please take a seat!" He stroked Hua Yaomei's shoulder and said, and then reluctantly walked back to the podium and continued to explain enthusiastically. Under the cover of his voice, we began to whisper again.

"Hey! Pig, are you particularly looking forward to asking a rigorous question? I joked.

"I'm not that blessed, don't laugh, you don't either, our value needs to buy a ticket to fly to South Korea to reflect our value for Yanshi." Zhu Miao lowered her head and stared at the textbook, and whispered seriously.

"Don't let Yan Shi meet those beautiful men in the Korean Wave, his thick wine bottle bottom is not necessarily indistinguishable from the Qing Male and Female, and it would be tragic to be destroyed by his hot hands."

"Porphyry!"