Know Yourself in the Dragon World

Han Qiu looked at the calendar and removed the time difference, and finally came to the conclusion: 38 hours later, at 11:00 a.m. Chicago time, it would be New Year's Eve in his hometown, when the New Year's bells would ring.

The idea of ​​organizing a decent event at the freshman social was like a thorn in Han Qiu and Lu Mingfei's side, taking root and growing deeper and deeper.

Lu Mingfei and Han Qiu both thought that holding a banquet and dance during the Lunar New Year would have special significance.

But... I have no money, really no money. The cost of a day at Norton Hall is not a small amount.

Han Qiu's living expenses are indeed not small, but it is just enough for the three of them to have a little drink from time to time, and it is not yet at the level of a capitalist.

I never thought that I would worry about money wherever I go.

Sad, sad.

Han Qiu still decided to pay a little more, after all, Lu Mingfei really couldn't get any money out of him.

He does have a solution, but he doesn't know if it will work.

Four days ago, he wrote a letter to his mother.

The "mother" whom I have never met.

She could only write letters. Han Qiu didn't know her phone number. He only had the letters his mother had written to him when he was in China.

She would write herself a blessing letter every year on her birthday, and by the time it reached Han Qiu, her birthday had already passed.

Of course, from Han Qiu's perspective, he only received it last year.

Before writing this letter, Han Qiu specifically asked Mr. Han about what kind of person his "mother" was in this world.

Mr. Han’s answer was: a somewhat pitiful and hateful middle-aged woman who married a local wealthy man in Los Angeles, abandoned her child but wanted to make up for it with the child.

This was the first time he asked. Before this, Han Qiu had never cared about that woman at all.

Ultimately it was a change in mentality. Initially, Han Qiu wanted to sweep through the novels, satisfy his addiction to being the protagonist of a system novel, and then return to his original life. If he enjoyed himself, he would stay here and not go back.

It seems to be very planned and purposeful, but in fact it is just living in chaos.

He was very grateful to the two word spirits and also to Mr. Han. In fact, the person he should be most grateful to was the other self deep in his heart.

Everyone has a dead child in their heart.

This is a sentence that Han Qiu read in "Eyes of the Mourner" given by Mr. Han. He changed the words of this sentence: There is a young man with high spirits in everyone's heart.

We have all loved this world, loved the experiences, the scenery, the emotions, loved every step we take, and our joys and sorrows.

But gradually, everyone forgot the appearance of that spirited young man.

Start to fear failure, even hate it.

Start to hate the process, even criticize it.

I only pursue the result, I only want a body of jewels, wine, women, money and power. As long as I feel good, anything is fine.

There is no such thing as sleeping on straw and tasting gall, and there is no such thing as failure being the mother of success.

Whether it is "Dawn of Fire" or "Eyes of the Mourner", they are all about young people walking towards the distance.

Han Qiu's thoughts on life that night and his understanding of this experience can be summarized in one sentence: Try a life you have never tried before.

This kind of life is not that kind of comfortable, but it is the most original self, the spirited young man.

Go experience, enjoy, feel the joy, anger, sorrow and happiness, and follow your heart.

Do what you think is right, for example, Lao Tang should not die.

Go and slowly improve yourself through hard work. The original self in my world has been in a mess for two years.

To rewrite an established tragedy, to be a person full of "righteousness", so that the tragic characters in the book don't have to continue to be miserable.

These are all very meaningful, he is a person who pursues meaning.

Or in other words, the child, the child comes to seek the truth.

This world has wars, interests, good and evil.

Han Qiuting wanted to see how far he could go and to what extent he could practice his own "Tao".

"Han Qiu, there's a letter for you." Chen Runxi returned to the dormitory and threw the letter on the table.

"Thank you." Han Qiu picked up the letter and glanced at the sender and address. It was sent by her.

He walked over to the bed, laid down on his side, and tore it open with anticipation.

I have never experienced maternal love. Mothers in both worlds are the ones who abandon their children to pursue a better life.

I don't ask for something as illusory as "love" in the letter, I just hope that she can help me solve the money issue.

"Han Qiu:

This is the first time I have received your letter since I came to the United States. Mom is very happy.

I'd still call you Han Qiu. After all, you've grown up and I can't call you by your nickname anymore.

I am very happy that you were admitted to the Fraternity College of the University of Chicago. This is the result of your own hard work. Keep up the good work.

I will take care of the money issue. Now that you've grown up, there's no need for you to send me living expenses every month. Except for the money you need, I will transfer all the living expenses for the next year to your current account.

If you have time, you can come to Los Angeles to play. Just call me at 00-1-213-

Mommy loves you."

It looks good.

Han Qiu breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't know if it was because his mother hadn't written Chinese characters for many years or what, her handwriting was so ugly.

But he couldn't help but watch it again.

Then again.

He suddenly wanted to go to Los Angeles and meet this woman.

But I always feel that the sentence "If you have time, you can come to Los Angeles to visit" is just a polite remark to guests.

just forget it.

"Paparazzi Chen, help me check the account." Han Qiu stuffed the letter under the pillow and walked behind Chen Runxi.

The numbers in the account remain the same as before, so the money probably hasn't arrived yet.

This letter is also to resolve the issue of the receiving account. It is very troublesome to transfer money from the domestic account to the US account every month.

If Kassel College had not offered free tuition, this letter might have been sent long ago.

In the past, Han Qiu didn't bother to worry about it because he thought the monthly money was enough. Even if it was not enough, he would find a way if he could.

There was really nothing we could do this time.

"Are you planning to use this money to hold a banquet?" Chen Runxi asked.

"My family sent me money, but it probably hasn't arrived yet," said Han Qiu.

"Hey, rich guy, you're just a member of the freshman club, is it necessary to take it so seriously?" Chen Runxi was puzzled.

In his opinion, Han Qiu was a bit stupid and was just trying to be rich.

"You know shit. Now the freshman social is hardly talked about anymore. I'm just trying to support a collapsing building." Han Qiu opened the door and walked out.

"Go to your chairman again?"

"you guessed right."

In fact, Han Qiu slipped out to make a phone call to his "mother".

He stood on the large balcony on his floor and dialed the number.

The bloodline has improved and the memory has improved a lot.

One ring, two rings, three rings... It kept ringing for a long time, and when Han Qiu was about to hang up, the phone was picked up.

"Hello, who is this?" It was a man with a standard Los Angeles accent.

Han Qiu hung up the phone anyway. He recalled that when he was in junior high school, he had just arrived in the city and didn't understand many things. Once he got into trouble at school, and the teacher gave him a cell phone and asked him to call his parents.

He only remembered the landline number of his home, and at that moment, he hoped very much that it was his father who answered the phone.

But it was the woman my father was with.

"Are you disappointed?" Mr. Han suddenly asked.

"A little bit." Han Qiu didn't know why he made this call. It was obviously a meaningless act.

"I can give you the address. When you are free, go see her yourself."

"Forget it. I don't know how to face it. It feels weird. It's just acting after it's over."

“Isn’t life just acting?”

"How did it suddenly rise to the height of life?"

"You act outwardly, but only you know what's going on in your heart." Mr. Han said, "I once met a person who suffered from a serious mental illness."

"How serious is it?"

"He fantasizes about being loved."