Sitting by the river, bored, throwing stones into the river one by one.

Jost couldn't get into a meditative state for a long time because he was inexplicably irritable.

Although Klaus used certain means to channel his emotions last time, it always treated the symptoms rather than the root cause.

He thought a lot about it in the past two days, like all teenagers of this age.

A series of mistakes such as stand-ins, ripples, attics, etc., suddenly broke into his life, making him start to think about his life and how he should live in the future.

Now the daily workouts, meditations, whirls, and so on are so fulfilling, and I can find things to do from morning to night.

He could feel it getting stronger every day, but it always felt like it wasn't so real.

Another stone was thrown and a splash was made.

Jost's mouth squirmed softly and asked himself: What is my goal?

Physical fitness to 100? Mental strength to 100? Roundabout training to the top? Or is it a muscular man who is more powerful and majestic than Klaus? Is the goal to be better and stronger than others?

It's good to get that, of course, but all of this doesn't seem to care that much about itself.

It's the truth.

"No, shouldn't I, my meaning is based on comparing myself to others?"

He looked up at the sky.

"Or do you live for some transcendent god, as they say?"

"But I don't believe it."

"It doesn't matter."

"Love?"

"Unreliable."

"I don't believe it either. I don't care either. ”

"I probably don't have as many 'excess' emotions."

"Justice?" Jost examines his sense of justice, and the result is that although it is, it is not so strong.

"Gentleman?" Jost scoffed.

Jost subconsciously added in his heart: I don't like excessive emotions even more, and I don't need to.

"If only man were like the stones in this river, he would always stay at the bottom of the river."

He sat by the river, just like that, and in the distance there was a clamor of people trying to stay alive.

"I'm a brute, right? Surely yes, there is no suffering, so happiness, but there are so many inexplicable thoughts. Jost scoffed at himself.

Even so, he couldn't find his purpose.

He felt that everything was flashy to him, and he wanted to grasp what was hidden in his heart.

He tried to put his hand through the membrane on the surface, clawing frantically in a dark river.

It's good to touch anything!

But there was nothing!

At this time, there was movement on the side, a man with a chest wrapped in bandages slowly pushed a wheelchair to the river, looking about 30 years old, but looking closely, it was lifeless.

His countenance was gentle and calm.

About two meters away from Jost, he stopped and looked quietly at the river.

Jost just glanced at him, didn't pay much attention, and didn't speak.

The two of them looked at the river with a tacit understanding.

......

After a while, Jost seemed to sense Klaus looking for him through drinking.

So he patted the dust on his body, got up and left, the two looked at each other, didn't say a word, and continued to do their own thing.

Afternoon.

Nameless musical instrument shop.

Klaus saw Joost coming back, and knew that he was in a tangled state, and his spirit was entangled again, tugging. And the Awakening Stand-in magnified.

He can't help Jost, he can't cure the symptoms, and he can only take his time to understand himself. In his experience, every cognition is an opportunity for the evolution of the stand-in.

Perhaps this spiritual twist will become tighter and tighter, and finally tear apart and rush to the extreme. Maybe the answer will be found, and finally sublimated.

This answer belongs to the individual, he can't give it to Jost, he can't give it to anyone, he can only experience it and think about it himself.

Klaus pretended to be the usual and asked, "How are you doing?" There's no need to be so sad if you haven't practiced, right? When I was a child, I practiced the basic skills for a few years, and if you had practiced it in a few days, I would really call you Dad. ”

"I'm fine."

"Actually, it's nothing if you don't practice." Jost said how could he be bothered by such a trivial matter, and Klaus really didn't understand him at all.

Klaus was about to go out, looked at Jost and asked, "I'm going to go to Sheriff Andre's house to have a look, maybe there's news from Grandpa Dalio, do you want to go with me?" ”

Hearing this, Jost became a little angry: "Really? Got news of Grandpa Dalio? Okay, well, let's go. ”

Klaus patted Joost on the shoulder and looked out the door, conveying: I know you're not doing well, but I'll be with you. For a moment, he felt a sense of responsibility as a father.

Jost looked at Klaus, who suddenly patted him, with a questioning face, inexplicable.

Klaus also realized that the atmosphere was a little strange, raised his hand a little awkwardly, and walked out the door.

Klaus thought inexplicably on the road: neither he nor Jost had ever seen his father, nor had he felt his father's love. I must be a good father in the future.

Thinking about it like this, I feel that their father is really not a thing, and he has no sense of responsibility at all. If their irresponsible father had been by their side, their mother would not have died.

As soon as he remembered the memories of his childhood, a nameless fire struck in his heart.

Klaus clenched his fists: You'd better die, or don't let me find you.

Jost had now slowly recovered and refocused his attention on his eyes, on the real world.

I thought to myself: where did Grandpa Dalio go, and he used the attic to tie himself here, the key is that the skull in the attic is missing. Can I leave? Hopefully Sheriff Andre has news.

Jost frowned as well.

"Did we forget to return the horse yesterday?" Klaus asked suddenly.

"Oh, is it? That's embarrassing. Jost wasn't embarrassed at all.

"Let's find a time to give it back."

"yes, okay."

"Jost."

"Ahh

"You can not get tired, but it's not good for people to be aware all the time."

"You know what I mean, I'm sure you feel it too."

Klaus continued: "Or you can slowly get used to meditating instead of sleep, but for now you still sleep more or less. ”

Then he smiled and said, "You don't hate sleeping." ”

Jost also smiled and said, "Okay, I'm really going to sleep well." ”

Then he said to the overhead drinker, "I can only call you out less in the future." ”

Drinking: "Hmph. ”

"Is it okay to have 2 hours less?"

Drinking: "Uh-huh. ”

"Then you sleep less, move more, exercise. You see that other people's stand-ins are so powerful, you only know how to sleep. ”

Drinking: "Uh-huh. ”

"I know you're young."

Jost and his stand-in continued to negotiate amicably.

He didn't know why it had become like this, and he wanted to cry without tears.