"Tea." The young man gently pushed the bone china teacup towards the old man, with a smile in his eyebrows.

The old man lifted the lid of the teacup, and the fragrance floated up, and he raised his eyebrows.

"Biluochun? I didn't expect this tea to be available now. The old man was slightly surprised, "The shelf life of Biluochun is only eighteen months at the longest, even if it is the tea produced on the last day before the destruction of human society, it should have deteriorated for more than twenty years by now." ”

The young man smiled, "Please." ”

The old man picked up the teacup, took a sip, and looked around.

The room was bright and spacious, the sunlight poured in through the glass patio overhead, casting a dimple light on the mahogany floor, and on all sides there were tall bookshelves that clinged to the walls leading to the roof, densely packed with books of all kinds formed a high wall, and the long ladder leaned against the bookshelves, and the old and young people sat here as if they were sitting in a well, there was only a coffee table between them, and the air floated with the quaint smell of ink and a faint musty smell, and it looked like the library of some alchemist in the Middle Ages.

"This is your study?" The old man asked.

The young man nodded, looking up at the sunlight overhead, "I have several more places like this, and I used to spend a lot of effort collecting all kinds of books and placing them on the shelves. ”

"It's not easy." The old man nodded, "In the days when the end broke out, books were burned as firewood. ”

"yes...... It's not easy. The young man bowed his head and drank tea, "I have visited many school libraries, but they have long been emptied, and the bookshelves have been chopped up and burned back. ”

"Can you understand the concept of 'school'?"

"Of course." The young man smirked, "I have a deeper understanding of human society than you think, and I have spent many years reading these books, including Aristotle, Plato, Descartes, Kant, Hegel, and Marx, and of course Galileo, Newton, Einstein, and Bohr, although the latter group is more difficult to understand." ”

The old man was a little surprised, this young man could spit out a string of names that glorified human history casually, and he really knew more about human beings than he thought.

"What kind of creature did you originally imagine the 'King' to be?" Young man smiling.

"I thought I'd see a monster the size of a mountain, with fangs longer than my arm." The old man said lightly, "But I didn't expect the legendary king to look like a human. ”

"In your mythology, God also appears to be a human being." The young man said leisurely.

"That's because God was created by man." "But you're not, you're just a monster crawling out of the mud of the gutter, and no one knows what you are." ”

"God?" The old man sneered, "God crawling out of the gutter." ”

"It's narrow-minded." The young man shook his head, "Do you know why you humans perished? It is because so many people hold your narrow and arrogant ideas that you despise all living things except humans, but the vastness and complexity of this world is beyond your imagination, and you are just frogs sitting at the bottom of a well. ”

"I spent a long time studying the history of mankind, from ancient Egypt to Babylon, from Africa to the Americas, and finally I realized...... There is no future for the human race, and for thousands of years, you have mastered the technology and solved the problem, but you have kept creating new problems, and there are far more new problems than they have already solved. The youth continued, "Sooner or later, you will be slowed down by resistance from within the race, and human society will eventually be destroyed by your own hands, and the doomsday virus has only brought this day forward. ”

The old man was silent for a moment, "You kidnapped me here just to talk to me about history?" ”

"No, no, no......" the young man smiled and picked up the teacup, "I'm just here to invite you to tea." ”

"As far as the position is concerned, you are my enemy." The old man turned his head to look at him, "I shouldn't be sitting here drinking tea, I should have pounced on you to fight and avenge those who died." ”

"But you didn't." The young man bowed his head and drank his tea, "You know it's useless. ”

"Can I ask a question?"

"Please."

"Your purpose?" The old man asked, "What are you doing all this for?" ”

The young man was stunned, then smiled, "You are not the first person to ask this question, you humans have a very interesting habit of exhausting the reason and meaning of whatever you face, but where are there so many reasons in this world?" Is there a reason for your existence, my existence, and the existence of all people in this world? You ask me why I'm doing this...... I guess just because I was too bored. ”

The old man was stunned.

"The world is so boring, so I want to have some fun." The young man said, "For example, play a game or something, create an enemy for yourself, and play a game of Dragon Quest." ”

"Just a game?"

"It's just a game." The young man nodded, "For God, isn't it as pleasing to God whether he creates or destroys the world?" ”

The old man leaned back in his chair, holding a teacup in his hand, and was silent for a long time.

"You're just a bear kid with little discipline."

The young man was stunned, "What did you say?" ”

The old man repeated, "You're not a god, you're just a bear kid who lacks discipline...... I was really taken aback when I first stepped into this room, because I didn't know that there would be people in these last days who would be so careful to keep so many books, and then I wondered, what kind of person would do such a thing? What does that person do when he is alone in this house? ”

"I saw a fledgling and ignorant little monster, hiding here to read, hungry to learn, you are eager to learn to imitate everything in human society, because you can't find your own home, you can't find your place in this world! Your birth was an accident and a mistake! You can't find your own kind, so you're trying your best to play yourself as a human being, and you show off your knowledge and knowledge to me, it's because you want someone to recognize you, but what if you read Aristotle and Kant? No one has taught you to think and morality, and you are just a bear child with an unsound personality after all. ”

The old man's voice was fast and fierce, and his tone was extremely sarcastic, and he laughed loudly at the young man in front of him, crushing his pride under his feet.

The young man's face flushed.

"What God? All I saw was a monster covered in mud, a botched imitator, like a clown. The old man smiled coldly, "You call yourself a god only because you have low self-esteem, you hate your origin, and you are ashamed of it, and you dare not expose your true nature, so you put a layer of god shell on your body!" ”

"Enough ......"

"You are neither a god nor a devil, you are just a cowardly, ugly monster who only deserves to survive in the lowest level of mud, and you have finally climbed to the top of this world, and you can't wait to pretend to be a human being." The old man said loudly, "You read and drink tea and sit at the highest point of the world overlooking all living beings, the clouds are light and the wind is light, and you name yourself the king, you think that you are completely out of the dirty bottom world from now on, but this cannot change your essence...... No matter what you become, the clown wearing a crown can't change the clown's face! ”

"Enough!" The young man roared, and he overturned the coffee table and smashed it into the other party.

A cold light cut longitudinally, the wooden coffee table split in half in midair, and the old man stood in place like a tiger and lowered his body, holding a short knife in his hand.

The young man's face turned red, and he yelled angrily, "What right do you have to say that about me? You're just an ant! Ant! Ants dare to talk about the gods? I can pinch you to death with my fingers! ”

"I'm going to clarify." The old man's face was flat, he flipped his wrist, and the short blade in his hand shimmered, "First of all, you are not a god, and secondly, Maxwell Xiu Sean is not an ant who dies with a pinch. ”