The old man's mood was very calm, and he continued to emphasize unhurriedly: "You don't want to shut me out like this, it is very rude to treat an old friend like this. ”

"Fuck you!" I began to curse: "I don't know you at all, get out of my house and get away." ”

The old man did not speak again, but the door was opened, and he still stood at the door and smiled at me kindly. I'm sure I locked the door before I entered, how could he open it so easily. I was almost incontinent, but I kept my attacking stance and stared at the old man, as if defending the last bit of my pitiful dignity.

The old man turned around and closed the door, stretched out his hands to show that he had no ill intentions, and said, "It is indeed a little difficult to accept, but I am sure that you will gradually like all this." ”

I began to retreat into the living room, behind me was the bedroom door, there was a balcony in the bedroom, my family lived on the second floor, and I could escape from there if anything changed. The old man walked into the kitchen and opened the cupboard above his head, which was full of buckets of potato chips, there were two flavors, one was the original flavor that his girlfriend liked, and the other was the green onion fragrance that I liked. He reached for a bucket of shallots, and then pulled out a bottle of diet cola from the refrigerator next to me, a food combination that I usually love, and the best pastime for me to pass the time when I was bored. When the old man took out these things, I saw that he did not hesitate at all, as if he was picking up things at his own house.

"What the hell are you going to do?" I asked him, and the trembling voice showed that I had no ability to resist.

He didn't rush to answer my question, but concentrated on eating potato chips and drinking Coke, and after a satisfying hiccup, he turned his gaze to me and said, "When I was in a restaurant, I told you that it takes a gradual process to recognize something, and it is not good for you to publish the answer too early." No, this is just the beginning, and you're already having some indigestion. ”

Looking at the sneering expression on his face, my chest heaved violently, and I didn't know how to answer him, but at least I could still ask my question: "What the hell is going on?" Where the hell am I? ”

The old man put down the Coke that he had already drunk halfway, wiped the corners of his mouth with satisfaction, and said, "You can also ask yourself this question?" Where do you think you are? ”

"Where am I?" I muttered the question, not knowing how to answer him.

"I asked you that question." The old man continued to pull out the potato chips from the bucket and chew them gently: "You can see this world, you can hear, you can touch, you can feel, but is it all real?" ”

"Yes...... It should be real. I nodded in answer to him.

The old man was a little helpless at my answer, he took out a tissue from the tissue box on the table, wiped his hands seriously, and said, "It seems that I have to let you experience it again." ”

When I watch DVDs at home, I often click the fast-forward button on the remote control so that I can skip the scenes and plots I don't like early. Everything around me was moving like a fast-forwarded camera, and I looked around, buildings, streets, trees, and people all appeared and disappeared at a very fast speed. It was just me and the old man standing opposite each other, standing still, until the mirror image returned to its normal speed, and he and I were already in a café, surrounded by soft music, and the air was mixed with the aroma of coffee beans and cheese products, and many people were sitting and drinking coffee, and I came to a corner of the city.

The old man and I stood in the aisle, and from time to time people passed by us, and did not mind that we blocked the way, and we all politely detoured. The old man smiled and said to me, "Do you still think all this is true?" ”

I shook my head and said, "I don't know." ”

The old man sat down behind a table beside him, and at the same time stretched out his hand to signal me to sit down, and a waiter brought two cups of coffee, and the old man picked up the small spoon in the tray and patiently stirred the coffee in front of him, and after a while, he raised his head and said to me, who was still standing on the ground, "Actually, you already have the answer in your heart, but you still don't accept this fact." ”

I sat down across from him, and the cup of coffee in front of me didn't interest me, and I stared at the old man and asked, "What the hell is going on?" Where the hell am I? ”

The old man put down the small spoon, took a sip of coffee, and when he heard my question, he smiled mischievously and said, "Are you in your world now?" ”

"Minecraft?" I asked him rhetorically, everything that happened today was already bothering me, and now the old man threw out a conclusion that made me even more confused.

"Your world." The old man put down his coffee cup, stretched out his hands and pointed to everything around him.

"How is this possible? What are you kidding. I almost laughed out loud,

"I'm talking about something very serious." The old man's face straightened at this point, and his seriousness made me immediately tighten the facial muscles that had just relaxed a little.

The old man continued to drink his coffee unhurriedly, he didn't mind my urgency at all, he pointed to the bustling street outside and said, "It's the world you think you should be in, real, colorful, but cruel." You are busy every day according to the rules set by this world, you are treated unfairly, you are hit by all kinds of unknowns, and you are powerless to resist. Because you are so small, so small that you are not qualified to challenge the world. However, in order to survive, you have to endure all kinds of oppression. However, your heart retains a space for itself. This space comes from your spirit, and it can also be said that each of us has such a private and reading space, and it is this space that you are in now, that is, your world. ”

"Minecraft? Minecraft? I muttered these two words for a long time.

The old man looked at my expression and laughed again and said, "You have created a world that belongs to you, and everything here, everything, and everyone is created by you." You can expand your world as much as you want, anytime and anywhere without limits. ”

I looked at everything around me and found that there was nothing essential different from my usual environment, and I still didn't believe the old man's words, so I asked "I...... Be. ”

"How did you get here?" The old man saw through my thoughts, mentioned the second half of my problem, and saw my approval, and he continued to play the game of words with me in a seductive way: "Actually, you come to your world almost every day, but you don't know your world very well yet, and I will guide you through this work." (To be continued.) )