[16] Elitism is a bold decision

Nietzsche's elitism was also the first life lesson that his eldest brother instilled in him three years ago.

That night, the asphalt night road, which was only 3 miles long, could have been completed in 20 minutes, but we dragged it into more than 40 minutes.

On that road, Hua Zheng told Nietzsche's life and me, and he slowly pushed the bright blue bicycle and said:

"Nietzsche is a philosopher after Schopenhauer, Schopenhauer believes that the will to life, that is, desire, dominates human reason, and Nietzsche was originally the same, Nietzsche was a super admirer of Schopenhauer, but unlike Schopenhauer's irascible meanness, Nietzsche was a gentle and wise man."

"Nietzsche believed that there are very few of the smartest and most creative people, that the majority is mediocre, and that the primitive model of democracy always requires the minority to obey the majority, and that the intelligent obey the mediocre."

"As for Nietzsche, he forced the logic of smart people, hoping that Superman would appear, so that he could not be swayed by mediocrity at all, and could exert his intelligence and talent according to his own willpower, and not be bound by the majority of opinions of weak and mediocre people."

"After Nietzsche's death, his books were modified by his sister to be the will to power and racism, and were vigorously admired by Mussolini and Hitler, she became the first woman in Europa, and Nietzsche's doctrine became the official philosopher of the fascist state."

"That woman was admired by Hitler during her lifetime, and was honored by Hitler himself when she died."

After the outbreak of World War II, Nietzsche's reputation plummeted, and only now has it quietly recovered, and Nietzsche is pushing elitism. If the elite can freely exert their willpower and creativity to face difficulties and fight against suffering, they can change something..."

For the first time, I felt that the boy's voice could actually be listened to tactfully.

All his words, word for word, blew into my right ear, brushed over my heart, and finally imprinted into my heart.

There were few pedestrians, and under the warm street lamp, I was just like him, walking short and slow.

I suddenly felt that that night, in the depths of my soul, the girl who was squatting somewhere and crying with her knees at every turn, her originally melancholy and gray eyes, suddenly seemed to be lit by his words:

"Am I going to take a 13-year-old to be sexually. Invaded nightmares to live this life? Am I going to be led into a dark hell by the misery of my heart, and finally let my soul be resigned to mediocrity? ”

No, I want to strive to be the elite of the 1.3 billion people, and make all the preparations for the second detour to Tsinghua University.

I'm going to start my own new way of life, force myself to forget everything in the past, and prepare to face all suffering!

At that moment, I was ready to continue to work hard to completely seal the unbearable past of the 13-year-old in my heart and forget the cancer.

Be a female college student who is like a flower and is not afraid to bloom.

I made a bold decision: I wanted to be good friends with Hua Zheng.

He pushed my bicycle and dropped me off in front of the girls' dormitory that day, close to 11 o'clock.

The dark night sky was brightly blue by the lights of the campus, and in front of the dormitory building, the girls were eager to return.

For the first time, I noticed that there were quite a few envious glances sweeping over me.

I no longer felt cringe and cowardice, I smiled and looked up, I knew that the light could shine on my face clearly, and I said goodbye to Fu Huazheng:

"Senior Hua Zheng, I'm here, thank you tonight for telling me so many useful things. If I have a chance in the future, I will continue to listen to you! ”

His eyes lit up as he stared at me, as if infected by my smile, and he smiled:

"Liu Zijun, I'm glad you can find my words useful. In this case, I was unhappy for two weeks when you released my pigeons at noon that day, so I won't bother with you today! But those computer books are still with me, and I'll send them to you tomorrow morning. ”

I immediately smiled: "I'm so grateful to my seniors, no wonder I didn't find it later, and I regret that I have been lost for a long time!" I found a few similar books, but they were obscure to read! ”

In this way, from Fu Huazheng, I seem to be able to learn a lot of unknown things.

I am very fortunate and cherished, and gradually began to establish a rare friendship with him, the so-called son of the Fu family.

With such an excellent senior friend as a guide, at that time, the cancer of sexual assault in my heart seemed to be really slowly being cut off, and I was striving to become excellent all the time.

I also set myself a daily excellent rating chart in my diary:

1) Be the first to come to class every day and give yourself 10 points.

2) Listen carefully to the class every day, don't get distracted, respond to the teacher in a timely manner, and give yourself 10 points.

3) Run at night on the playground every day and give yourself 10 points.

4) Give yourself 10 points after reading a book (even a literary novel) every week.

5) Do a little kindness every day: Even if you pick up the garbage on the ground and say a warm hello to the aunt who cleans, give yourself 10 points.

6) Be able to smile at people every day and give yourself 10 points.

7) Be sincere to the sisters in the dormitory and give yourself 10 points.

8) As long as you don't grieve throughout the day, give 10 points to yourself.

9) Don't look for coins in your pocket every day, give yourself 10 points,

10) Every night before going to bed, lie in bed and close your eyes before falling asleep, you can say to yourself: I don't regret today, and give yourself 10 points.

In the end, if you do that nightmare again, then you will directly deduct 50 points for yourself the next morning.

With such persistence, I gradually feel that time is becoming more and more gentle, my classmates are becoming more and more kind, and everything is getting better.

And, just as the sun was about to shine into my world, something extremely ridiculous suddenly happened.

I, a female college student, was deceived and penniless.

It was a Friday night, about 7 o'clock, and while my dorm sisters were gone, I sat at my desk under the bed and counted my remaining 200 dollars a few times, calculating my recent living expenses and how I could make it to the winter break.

After doing the math, I began to look at a piece of promotional paper that I had picked up next to the library: a training class called "1+1" to recruit tutors.

I'm going to go to the interview tomorrow, as long as I give money, Chinese, English, mathematics, physics and chemistry, I believe that as long as they see my sincerity and hard work, I can do it.

Just as I was about to get up to go to the study hall, there was a knock on the dormitory door.

I opened the door casually, and a young girl in her 20s with a large black backpack stood in front of me, she looked at me affectionately and said with a smile:

"Hello classmates, I am from the work-study department of our school, do you need to use your spare time to work and study?"

This sister is really an angel.

I thought.