"But how can humanity atone for its sins?" Su Mengfan asked.

"No one knows except the observers. Humans don't understand these kinds of questions because they don't know the standards of the watchmen."

"So it's possible that humanity will never be able to cleanse itself of its sins?" Su Mengfan felt inexplicable.

"Are you uneasy?" Evgeny Dmitrievich shrugged his shoulders and spat out two larger and more beautiful smoke rings, one through the other.

There was a moment of silence - the silence was slight at first, but gradually became thick and obvious.

Su Mengfan felt that no matter what, he could break the silence and say something stupid or make some noise, so he asked, "Where are you from?"

"Before, I lived at Smolingk Station, not far from the subway, the Big Bell away." Evgeny Dmitrievich replied,

Su Mengfan looked at him in surprise and thought: How could he live near the subway? He must have been referring to a tunnel not far from the subway station.

"You have to walk past the food stalls, where we sometimes buy beef, and often there are prostitutes. The woman was standing near the stall, where there was also a policeman...... This...... Police station."

Evgeny Dmitrievich continued, and Su Mengfan realized that he was talking about the past.

"yes...... Me too, I also live not far from here, in a high-rise building in Kalinsky," Sergey Andreevich said.

I heard from someone else that it was in ruins...... The book building is still there, and all the cheap paperbacks are still standing on the shelves untouched, can you believe it? The tall building is already a pile of dust and cement blocks. It's weird."

"What was life like back then?" Su Mengfan asked curiously.

He likes to ask older people these kinds of questions, and the people who are asked will stop what they are doing and talk to him.

Their eyes will take on a dreamy hazy color, their voices will become completely different, and their faces will seem to be ten years younger.

The images they recalled when they narrated the story were completely different from the pictures that Su Mengfan put together with his imagination, but they all enjoyed it.

A little sweet, a little bitter, people can't help but feel sad......

"Look, what a wonderful time it was, and now...... Yes...... We're suffering."

Dmitrievich repeated this answer.

Now, Su Mengfan could never imagine the picture in Bai Hai's mind, and when the other elder realized this, he immediately explained.

"We were very alive and had a good time."

"yes, that's what I meant. We're suffering." Evgeny, Dmitrievich affirmed it.

"I used to have a green 2141 from the Moscow Minibus Factory, and I spent almost all my salary to buy it! Put the stereo on it and change the oil.

At one point, I silly swapped out its carburetor for a sports car model and accelerated with nitrous oxide!" He's clearly completely caught up in the memories of the good old days,

"It was so easy to get a sports car carburetor and put it in your car!" The vague look on his face made Su Mengfan extremely longing.

Su Mengfan felt ashamed because he could only understand a small part. In my previous life, due to paralysis, I didn't know about cars anymore.

"Alcohen probably doesn't even know what the Moscow Passenger Car Factory is, let alone what a carburetor is." Sergei Andreevich interrupted the sweet memories of his friend.

"How could he not understand?" The thin man glanced at Su Mengfan angrily.

Su Mengfan was staring at the ceiling and pretending to concentrate his thoughts.

"Well, why are you burning books?" He slyly changed the subject.

"We're done. Anyway, you should explain to us what's going on with your outfit - are you a fanatic or something?" Evgeny Dmitrievich, after explaining, began to hit him.

"No, no, of course not," Su Mengfan quickly explained, "but they did help me." He only explained in general terms, not in depth.

"Yes, yes, that's their means. Lonely, depressed...... Ha...... Stuff like that." Evgeny Dmitrievich nodded.

"You know, I've been to their meetings, and what they said was so strange," Su Mengfan said, "I stood and listened for a while, but I couldn't hold on for long.

For example, Sa. The most evil thing about Dan is that he wants to take the glory for himself...... I thought it was evil, but it turned out to be just jealousy. Is this world really that simple, and does anyone not want to share in glory and worship?"

"It's not that simple." Sergey, Andreevich affirmed his words, took the hookah from the blonde and smoked.

"One more thing...... They say that God's most important qualities are kindness, kindness, and forgiveness, and that He is a loving, all-powerful God.

But at the same time, he expelled the first human against his will from the Garden of Eden and relegated him to the mortal realm.

And then a bunch of people died—and that's not terrible—and the terrible thing was that God sent his Son to save the multitude, and he died so miserably, and when his son was dying, he called God and asked why he had abandoned him.

His blood was used to cleanse the first human to be angry with God so that people could return to heaven and receive eternal life.

What is this?

It's all, because he shouldn't have punished all innocent people so harshly.

Or maybe he shouldn't have been punished for so long, after all, he was offended a long time ago.

Why should he sacrifice his beloved son, or even betray him? What kind of love is this? Who is this who is happy to be angry? Where is it all?"

"It's a bit simplistic, but it's pretty much true." Sergei Andreevich said approvingly, passing the hookah to his companions.

"I would also like to say something," Evgeny Dmitrievich took a deep breath of his cigarette and smiled with satisfaction.

After a minute's pause, he continued, "If there is anything really good about their God, it's certainly not love, or justice, or forgiveness.

The earth has been ...... since Belch...... Of all the things that have happened since creation, there is only one kind of love that belongs to God: He loves funny stories.

First, he set up an interesting game, and then he stepped back behind the scenes to see what would happen next.

If the ending is too bland, he adds some pepper.

So Shakespeare is right, the world is a stage. It's just a different thing." He's done summing it up.