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The mini is driving in the pouring rain, and the inside and outside of the car seem to be two worlds, the inside of the car is dry and clear, and the outside of the car is damp and chaotic.

At the beginning, Shen Youyi and Cheng Mo chatted with each other, knocking on the side to understand who Cheng Mo was going to take him to meet, when the mini drove on the Monkey Stone Bridge and could see Yangmingshan floating in the rain, it happened that a song called "Crash Landing" (Zhang Yimei) sounded in the stereo, and I didn't know that it was sung by the female singer, the voice was tactful and sad, so both of them fell silent.

It wasn't until he got off the approach bridge that Shen Youyi asked, "Are you going to Yangmingshan Fushou Garden?"

Cheng Mo let out a soft "um", saw the red light at the intersection light on, the car in front of him lit up the red brake light, and the mini didn't seem to slow down, and immediately shouted: "Be careful!"

However, the road was slippery on a rainy day, and it was already a little late to step on the brakes at this time, seeing that the mini was about to have close contact with the green taxi in front, Shen Youyi, who was reflected, slammed the steering wheel to the left, and the mini was able to wipe the taillight of the taxi and obliquely entered the left lane.

Shen Youyi calmly and slowly drove the mini to the front of the parking line, looked at the traffic light and asked without turning, "Do you want to see Jiayi?"

"Hmm!" Cheng Mochai is now talking about Sister Nan instead of Sister Xi, and he doesn't know how the teacher can switch personalities so freely, maybe Sister Nan will appear every time she wants to encounter danger or escape.

It feels like Sister Nan is like a teacher's superman.

"It's really heartfelt, but does it make sense to pay tribute to this kind of thing?"

Hearing this indifferent tone, Cheng Mo was sure that Shen Daoyi was already sitting next to him, so he said softly: "Sister Nan, do you know why all civilizations have rituals to commemorate the deceased?"

"Because of the fear of death, the ancestors of mankind did not know what death was all about, but they had an instinctive fear of death, and they believed that the dead could also have the power of death to hurt themselves, so they designed a ritual to make themselves less afraid, they thought that by taking care of the body of the deceased, those spirits would not come back to bother them. Shen Daoyi said.

"Then why do many people now understand that there is no such thing as ghosts in the world, and the reason for fear has disappeared, but they still attach so much importance to such rituals?" Cheng Mo asked softly.

At this time, the mini has entered the mountain gate of Yangmingshan, and the tall jade archway is engraved with a couplet: "Lying in Xiling, the virtue is good, and the descendants of Lingyou Zisang are prosperous and prosperous." ”

Shen Daoyi said lightly: "The inertia of customs is not so easy to change, besides, in addition to fear and belief, like we Chinese people think that if we burn paper money, our ancestors will bless themselves with promotion and fortune if they live a good time below, just like my father, a cultural person is not exempt from vulgarity, when Qingming takes me to hang the mountain, I will always ask my grandfather's grave to pray for him to bless me, when I was a child, I prayed for good health, no illness and no disaster, and when I was older, I prayed for a smooth study, and now I will pray to find a wishful man..... But it seems that every time I say yes, I never take it seriously in my heart, just like I never make a wish on my birthday..... Where in the world do you want to do this kind of thing, you have to do it yourself, and it is more realistic to bless yourself. ”

"The teacher is really not an ordinary female literary youth. Cheng Mo hooked the corners of his mouth and said.

"Eh? I said don't call me Wenqing, now it's not a compliment, too many pseudo-Wenqing regard hypocrisy as a forced character, and the female Wenqing is even more of the hardest hit area, thinking that she can recite a few famous sentences from Marguerite Duras's works, like her, to find some inspiration for writing while smoking and drinking, and it is best to moan a few sentences without illness: ' At that time, you were a young woman, and compared to your appearance at that time, I love your devastated face more now', post it in the circle of friends, and add a photo of yourself standing on a cruise ship on the Mekong River, and you can set up a literary and young persona!"

After a pause, Shen Dao smiled and said, "It's like Sima Qianshu thought that he would be able to become a scholar with a score of more than 500 points, but he was immediately slapped in the face by a real scholar, right?"

Cheng Mo felt that Mr. Shen really had a deep grudge against Wenqing, and thought about it, a woman like Mr. Shen, who lives seriously in firewood, rice, oil and salt, will calculate the price of vegetables in the supermarket, will calculate the discount of membership card and point deduction, and will compare olive oil and tea oil The woman with high cost performance is too incompatible with those pompous women who 'have a trip to go' in life.

According to Mr. Shen's superficial explanation of herself, she is just an ordinary woman who likes to read and is unwilling to give up thinking, but she can't write any good words.

Cheng Mo felt that such a teacher Shen was already perfect, and he was a genius writer like Zhang Ailing, so God was really a little eccentric, Cheng Mo glanced at Teacher Shen, shook his head and said, "Sister Nan, there's no need to make fun of me." Where am I qualified to slap other people's faces, other people's moral, physical, aesthetic and labor all-round development, compared with me, a boy who only has one aspect of IQ, is much stronger!"

Shen Dao smiled and trembled, "It seems that you are quite self-aware!"

This self-knowledge is still a must. Cheng Cheng said it really.

"But you also throw too many points off others in this item, so my little silence is better and more likable. ”

"Thank you for your comfort. ”

"Comfort, this is not comfort, in Sister Nan's heart, Cheng Mo is the best, best and best child in the world. Generous, considerate, gentle, wise....."

Cheng Mo rolled his eyes and interrupted Shen Daoyi, "Sister Nan, are you praising me, or do you have any conspiracy?"

"Conspiracy? You suspect Sister Nan like this, it makes Sister Nan sad too much. Sister Nan is sincere to you, if you don't believe Sister Nan, you can swear to you!" Shen Dao raised his right hand and swore an oath.

Cheng Mo shook his head, "Don't, I don't want to feel pressured because of this." ”

Shen Daoyi smiled and asked, "Will I make Xiao Momo feel pressured in his heart?" Xie Minyun probably doesn't have this treatment, right?"

Cheng Mo hesitated for a moment, and replied truthfully: "There will also be pressure, but it's different, the sense of oppression that Xie Minyun gave me is the pressure on you to passively want to compete with her." And the pressure given by the teacher is because of the teacher's expectations, and I take the initiative to become that kind of person. ”

Shen Daoyi sighed and said: "If you say this, I can barely accept it!" It's just that Sister Nan only has Xiao Momo alone in her heart, but there are other women in Xiao Momo's heart, which makes Sister Nan a little sad.....

Cheng Mo stroked his forehead, "Sister Nan, can you not call me Xiao Mo?"

"And what do I call you, baby, baby, cutie, sweetheart?"

"Can't you just call it Cheng Mo?"

Shen Daoyi said confidently: "Of course not, I don't even have a nickname, how can I count it as a close relationship?" When he said "nickname", Shen Daoyi deliberately accentuated his tone.

Cheng Mo was speechless. Shen Daoyi's deliberate teasing made Cheng Mo a little embarrassed, and if he wanted to change a girl, he would definitely say: "We don't have an intimate relationship, it's okay to say it's okay." But the woman next to him is not only Shen Daoyi, but also Shen Youyi, one of the people he cares about the most, he can't say that, not to mention if nothing else, maybe Shen Daoyi shouldn't exist for long, and he can't say some indifferent words.

He's just rational, not cold-blooded.

Fortunately, Shen Daoyi did not chase and fight, the two chatted about filling in the volunteers, and soon arrived at the parking lot of Fushou Garden in Yangmingshan, when they got off the car, the rain was lighter, Cheng Mo got out of the car first with an umbrella, and went to pick up Shen Dao to get out of the car, Shen Daoyi reached out and hugged the bunch of white daisies, held his arm without hesitation, and walked towards the cemetery side by side with Cheng Mo.

At the entrance, Cheng Mo called Shen Ping under the pretext of going to the bathroom, and learned that Shen Ping had just entered the parking lot and was still parking, so Cheng Mo delayed in the bathroom for a while before going out.

Because it is not the peak period of the memorial service, the cemetery is very deserted, except for one pine and cypress after another shivering in the rain, only the cold stone monuments stand in rows and rows of lonely forests between the mountains and fields.

Luo Jiayi's grave is not far from the parking lot, and the two of them walked for about five or six minutes before they saw someone standing in the rain offering flowers to Luo Jiayi......

Although there was still some distance and it was still a silhouette, Shen Dao instantly recognized the person standing in the rain and bowing not far away as her father Shen Ping.

Shen Daoyi stopped and couldn't help but whisper, "Dad?"

Cheng Mo didn't speak, but Shen Daoyi turned his head and glanced at Cheng Mo suspiciously, "You arranged it?"

"It's not an arrangement, I just talked to Uncle Shen about Luo Jiayi. ”

Shen Daoyi sneered, let go of the hand holding Cheng Mo, turned around and walked quickly towards the gate of the cemetery, Cheng Mo immediately followed, holding the umbrella on Shen Dao's head, and the two of them walked in the wind and rain, except for the dense sound of rain, there was only the sound of wet footsteps.

"Sister Nan, don't you want to know what I said to Uncle Shen?"

"Not interested. Shen Daoyi said coldly.

"Sister Nan said just now that there is no point in memorial, I also thought so three years ago, at my father's funeral, I calmly watched my uncle and aunt help to carry out the ceremony that seemed meaningless to me, and I thought about Plato very indifferently, and felt that I saw death very thoroughly. ”

"So what?" Shen Daoyi's tone was still displeased, but his pace slowed down a bit.

"I've been to my father's grave once since I came back, and I've ..... here," Cheng Mo pointed to a higher cemetery not far away, "I only now understand the meaning of the memorial, to this day, it's not just about putting a few sticks of incense, putting fruit on the table, burning a bunch of paper money, and then sprinkling a circle of wine, or paying attention to environmental protection to offer a bouquet of flowers and write a memorial card.....

Cheng Mo said softly: "Actually, we are not sacrificing the dead, but those of us who are alive. Maybe it's a ritual for those of us who are still alive to remind ourselves to cherish our time and live well, maybe it's a ritual for us to pay tribute to memories and thank the gifts of those who have passed away, or maybe it's a ritual for us to repent of our mistakes and ask for forgiveness from others. In short, the cemetery, it may be a mailbox to the heart, a counselor who is waiting for you at any time, although it will not respond to you, but it can provide an outlet for your sadness, tears, loneliness and remorse, it allows you to confide and vent to your heart's content, so you know that your spirit has not broken down yet, and you don't have to spend money to see a psychiatrist. ”

"Uncle Shen is also very painful, maybe you feel that his pain is far from enough to repay the mistakes he has made, maybe you feel that even if he repents now, it will be useless, but if there is no point in sacrificing and repenting, what is the point of you doing all this for Luo Jiayi now? Everyone is just looking for a kind of psychological comfort. ”

Shen Daoyi stopped, her face turned pale, she clenched her fists, and the handful of white daisies fell on the cement floor, and was soon wet by the raindrops of beans, and the tender white petals were stained with raindrops, hanging down the originally high flowers, and lying down softly in the dripping rain.

Cheng Mo held the umbrella high, bent down with some difficulty and picked up the bouquet, "I told Uncle Shen yesterday that people can't stay in the past, let alone stay in the mistakes of the past, they have to look forward...... That's what I want to say to my teacher. ”

"But I can't forgive him....." Shen Daoyi's breathing seemed to be wet with rain, and it seemed extremely heavy.

Cheng Mo shook his head, "Teacher, the first thing you have to let go of is not Uncle Shen, but yourself." ”

Shen Daoyi lowered his head and watched the raindrops smash tiny splashes in the stagnant water, "I.... Who has not accepted the punishment, who is qualified to talk about forgiveness?"

"Teacher, I also told Uncle Shen that people spend their whole lives making a choice about balance, fulfilling themselves and failing others, or failing themselves and fulfilling others. When we mortals are faced with this choice, most of us don't want to live up to it, but it is often difficult to be honest and thoughtful in this situation, and it will be very difficult for anyone to reconcile the contradictions in the cracks, so we will subconsciously choose to take care of the interests of the majority of people, and wronged a small number of others. This is also our human nature, just like the memorial ceremony, because our fear of death continues to this day, we also choose to become social social animals because of our fear of death..."

"Human beings are animals that need collective cooperation to survive, in ancient times, separation from the collective means death, so our genes will be engraved with the obedience to the collective interests, so everyone is afraid of being rejected by the collective in their genes, and when there is a conflict of interests, they unconsciously choose to offend the minority and favor the majority, which is the origin of democracy. ”

"Therefore, when you, Uncle Shen, faced with a conflict between the interests of the family and the school and the interests of Luo Jiayi, unconsciously choose the interests of the majority, this is not right or wrong, it can only be said that it is not a good choice, and you have failed to take care of both parties. In fact, in the final analysis, Luo Jiayi's death was an accident and a misunderstanding. It is the tragedy of the times and society, you are just wrapped up in it, as long as you face the mistakes you have made calmly, there is nothing that cannot be forgiven. ”

Shen Daoyi raised his head and said angrily: "It's so easy there, if mistakes can be forgiven so easily, what's the point of the law?"

At this moment, Shen Ping's voice sounded behind Cheng Mo.....

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