Driven by curiosity, I walked over to him and sat down on the not-so-clean concrete floor as he did.

"What are you looking at?"

He's friendly, not like I thought he was, a psychopath with teeth and claws.

He didn't speak, but showed me the newspaper in his hand.

The one he was reading was a short story by an author named Mandoli.

The title is "The Disappearance of the Writer Mao Dan".

I was even more curious, this is a literate beggar, and I even wondered, could this beggar be a performance artist?

I asked, "Who is Mao Dan?" What books did he write? ”

He finally spoke: "The Sorrow of Youth"

To tell you the truth, in the past 40 years of my life, the books I have read are books related to physics, except for the Chinese textbooks when I was in school, and I don't know the book about youth that he said.

All I know is that I spent most of my youth in the lab.

I'm just out of words.

I said, "What kind of book is that, is it good?" ”

Although the beggar was dirty, his eyes were very clear.

"I don't know, maybe you can find out for yourself."

During that time, the experiment did not progress, and I listened to Dr. Chua's words and relaxed myself appropriately, which would be useful for the treatment.

I decided to read that book because I wanted to relax.

Later, I found that it was difficult to buy that book, and I couldn't find it in all bookstores, and I couldn't find it on the Internet.

This piqued my curiosity even more, and I stumbled upon a casual conversation with my colleagues.

He is a teacher in the Chinese department, I just mentioned it in passing, and he immediately became interested, and praised the young writer of Big Goose, saying that the book he became famous in the first battle is really a swan song for the ages.

Before I could ask him if he had a book, he hastily gave it to me, saying that it would be a regret of life not to read it.

Actually, what I'm more curious about than that book is the beggar.

I was thinking that the loss of his wife and daughter by a university professor would attract a lot of attention.

But if a beggar disappears from that underground passage, there will definitely not be half a person who will pay attention.

But he never told me who he was? I bought all the legal newspapers lately.

I read the article "The Disappearance of the Writer Mao Dan" word for word.

I don't know what writing is, but the author's straightforward, straightforward language doesn't make it so tiring to read.

I guess I've found the answer.

The hairy egg in the article may be the missing writer Big Goose, and I don't quite understand the pretentiousness of the literati's world.

So I also chose to go straight in, when I handed the latest issue of the legal newspaper to the beggar in the underpass. I called his name directly.

"Big goose."

He was stunned for a moment, but he had already betrayed himself, and then replied coldly.

"You recognize the wrong person, who is the big goose? Is it your brother-in-law, or your father-in-law? ”

The logic of a literati is a little too poor, in fact, when he said this sentence, he had already stripped off his identity and showed it in front of me.

I smiled and said, "Big goose, you are neither my brother-in-law nor my father-in-law. Because I don't have a brother-in-law, my father-in-law has been dead for many years. ”

He still struggled: "Dude, you really admit that you are wrong, I am not the Dongdong called the big goose you said, why doesn't he call it a big duck, or a big bird, and the bird's eggs are also made." ”

I'm sure he's not in good spirits.

I said: "Big goose, I have read the book "The Sorrow of Youth", its author is the big goose, the big goose is the hairy egg, the hairy egg is the big goose, right?" ”

He was silent.

I said again: "Big goose, I have no ill intentions, we are people on the same road, and I want to be friends with you." ”

To be honest, at first I thought he was just a beggar, but I thought he was the subject I was looking for.

Later, when I was sure that he was the goose, I retreated.

I'm afraid I can't afford to provoke such a public figure.

But there is another kind of thinking that makes me very challenging, and such a person, who has unique characteristics in his own right, may be of considerable help to my research.

Later, I learned that the writer Big Goose is no different from ordinary people, and the difference is to say that it is different.

Like me, he has a mental illness and, to put it bluntly, a madman who is not too serious.

Unlike me, I was able to deal with my own mental illness.

To be honest, I admire myself a lot, and I'm afraid that there is no madman in the world who would admit that he has a mental problem.

Mao Dan belongs to the latter, and later when he opened up to me, he said that the reason why he went to see a psychiatrist was because some readers thought he had a mental illness, and his ex-girlfriend and his agent advised him to see a psychiatrist, so he felt that going to a psychiatrist was completing the task.

It's the same as if the publisher asked him to complete the task.

During this time, the goose told me more than once that it was a pain to live in the world, and if he had a choice, he would want to go to another world immediately.

Ha, he said it to my heart.

I said that there really is such a world, and I vouch for the existence of another world with the character of a professor who studies physics.

Of course, I'm not sure what that world looks like, but I'd like to imagine it to be the same as this world.

There are relatives in that world, there are friends, and maybe another self.

He immediately became interested, saying that he really wanted to go to another world and tell another self not to do those stupid things.

He said that if he could, he would like to go to another world and let him start over when he was ten years old.

I said, I can help him.

He felt that there was to be a sense of ritual, and he wanted to go back to where he started.

At that time, he already trusted me.

We got on the train to his hometown together, but he wasn't as strong as I thought.

When it came to the end, he flinched. It was normal for him to have doubts, and he asked me, does the world I am talking about really exist?

I nodded firmly, saying that my wife and daughter had gone to that world, and that there was an unknown passage leading there. I met them by chance, and they were very happy with the other me in another world.

If you want to say that the goose is in a serious mental condition, otherwise he wouldn't really believe me as a person who also has mental illness.

In order to avoid suspicion, I did not go with him to his final destination.

But I asked him to show me the process, and maybe in that moment, the passage to another world would open.

He agreed, saying he had installed a camera in a hidden corner.

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