Life is a mass of desires, and if desires are not satisfied, they will be miserable, and if they are satisfied, they will be boring. Life oscillates between pain and boredom.

It seems impossible to expect a student who has not yet stepped out of college to establish such lofty ideals and ambitions. The Chinese education model fundamentally blocks students' cognition of social reality, or in other words, interferes and confuses.

This is exacerbated in more developed areas, and the higher the grades in the population, the more common it is.

Obviously, the students focused on the books of mathematics, physics, chemistry, politics, history, and geography, pondering Marxism and geological changes, thinking about exponential equations and Lev. The inevitable connection between Tolstoy. How many people will make the effort to think deeply about their future life goals? In other words, how many people who have really put effort into thinking about this are still left in the classroom for obscure books.

Human nature is eager, it is blindly followed, once there is a goal, it will try its best to move towards it, and then find the shortcomings and then go back to make up for it, this is the status quo. No one can predict what kind of knowledge will be needed to succeed in the future, but they tirelessly suck on the textbook that they think will be useful.

This is just like what Nie Peng is thinking about now, he finds that the outlook on life that he has adhered to for more than 20 years seems to be gradually being stripped away, and he is beginning to reveal things that point directly to his heart.

His goal.

Once upon a time, he insisted that running hard and climbing up was the strength he should work hard and fight for, but when that damn teleportation stone was integrated into his life, all goals became too easy to achieve, as if he had lost the challenge of the race, and the success he had achieved had no sense of accomplishment.

As a result, the motivation to continue his struggle became weaker and weaker, and the knowledge he acquired in school now seemed to be less important. At this time, he felt like a lonely traveler in the valley, carrying a heavy burden of self-doubt, and the road in the valley was long and lonely.

He didn't know if he could wait for the sound at the end of the valley, if the road under his feet was right, if the direction was wrong. Hovering on the edge of persistence and giving up.

So on this night at the beginning of the 17th year, Nie Peng lost sleep, he hoped to find everything that could convince him to work for, but there was always a voice of resistance in his mind trying to revolutionize.

For yourself? No, he is satisfied, he lacks nothing, he does not desire anything. In other words, he just wants to show kindness to others as much as possible while maintaining his independent personal dignity and personality space.

So, for the sake of the family? No, it's enough, at least for now, there is no one in the family who has unfilled desires, even with his current wealth, it is enough for his family to squander. Not to mention that they won't.

What's that for? Jiaying? Thinking of this, it was a big head, Jiaying's means of making money were no worse than him, and even exceeded, except for three meals a day and a hugging bear at night, it seemed that the hard-working big sister next door had nothing to ask for.

So what's next? Is society a nation or all of humanity? Nie Peng couldn't imagine that it was so majestic, when the consciousness and the realm did not match, his mind would fall into an endless circle of death, and he couldn't help but ponder these things that were too out of life.

Sleepless nights

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I got up early in the morning, prepared breakfast for Jiaying, took a shower, and when I came out, I found that she was kneeling in front of the floor-to-ceiling window to practice yoga, and the stereo was playing The Brothers Fou's version of "500-miles", with the gentle curves, Nie Peng suddenly remembered the words of a book that Chen Tuan brought back to the dormitory.

I want to buy shoes that are the color you crave. I hope you happen to be thinking about me when you call me. I hope to say good morning, you just woke up too. I hope to write a book that is a story that you appreciate. I hope you're sleepy the moment you turn off the lights. I hope to buy fruit that you will always find sweet. I want to order songs that you like to sing. I hope that what I hope for is what you want.

Quietly put on my coat and push the door out, the air in early winter was cold and refreshing, perhaps more suitable for oxygenating the brain after a chaotic night. He put his hand in his pocket, paced through the thick fog, walked to the breakfast stall not far away, ordered two baskets of kidney bean meat buns, a bowl of porridge, and a free small pickle, and ate thoughtfully.

A high cage drawer was erected on the steamer, and the stall owner beckoned to the passers-by, while neatly putting away the flattened and round bun stacks, waiting for a cage drawer to be vacated, and then replacing it, and the cycle repeatedly.

Nie Peng watched the stall owner skillfully turn the big tickets into zero, and accurately return them to the customers, with a natural relief and joy on his face, which was naturally what he deserved.

Of course, this is also the income that Nie Peng has come into contact with since he was a child, an equivalent exchange rooted in his heart, and a worthy payment and return compared to all economic behaviors. But if Nie Peng was allowed to engage in such a job at this moment, he would never be happy.

He had no hunger to eat, no wives and children to feed, no excuse to convince him to calm down, bend down, and fight hard.

Still obsessed with untying the knot, he paid the money and continued to walk aimlessly on the streets in the early morning, the fog that could not be dispersed was like stagnant white smoke, and the street was covered in white, and occasionally pedestrians walked quickly past him, and after a few steps forward, he hid in the fog.

It's as if the whole city is covered in white paint: there is everything, but nothing can be seen.

I don't know how long I walked, I don't know where I went, he just walked with his head down, and even realized that he forgot his mobile phone at home, and the feeling at this moment was like a puppet with a line off, a horse with a reins, which is a joy that is difficult to describe in words.

The fog in the sky also gradually thinned as the temperature increased, Nie Peng looked at the railing on his side, his eyes fell on the river below through the gap, and the river with a thin layer of ice flowed silently, below the ice surface that he could not see.

In a trance, he seemed to understand something, but the flash of inspiration suddenly disappeared, and the feeling of loss permeated again, and after thinking about it, he could only give up, raise his hand to stop a taxi, and go back to the apartment.

"Brother, what do you think with a sad face early in the morning? What's not to think of? The driver spoke with a strong local accent and asked very optimistically.

"It's nothing, there are some things on my mind" Nie Peng didn't want to pick up, just leaned against the window and looked aimlessly.

The driver was bored, pouted, but after holding back for a while, he still couldn't help it:

"Brother, what can't you think about, these days, there is food to eat and mother-in-law to sleep, what are you worried about. Look at me, I am a demolition household, last year's poor jingle, this year I will take advantage of 4 houses, 3 million deposits, and the stock love TM will fall as much as it wants, because Lao Tzu doesn't buy it! Taxis are our own, our own business, our own boss, how much freedom we want. This is called the day, except for my son, I don't listen to anyone who comes. ”

Nie Peng: "Turn left ahead." ”

Driver: "Okay!! ”