Spend well

Hua Changle thought about it, Yue Wuyuan really lived on self-heating rice.Of course, he didn't dare to say these words in front of Yue Wuyuan, on the surface, he just smiled and didn't speak.

Yue Wuyuan didn't know it, and bickered with Hua Changle: "What's wrong with the self-heating rice, are you looking down on me?"

"No." Hua Changle shook her head, as if watching a child messing around.He wanted to move the topic away from the embarrassing self-heating rice, so he had to use his trump card: "By the way, Yue Wuyuan—"

"how?"

"Unexpectedly, you would cry." Hua Changle originally wanted to say that Yue Wuyuan would also reveal his true feelings, but he laughed as soon as the words came out - it sounded so bad, like mocking Yue Wuyuan.

When Yue Wuyuan heard it, he naturally thought in the wrong direction——Thinking, he blushed and stared at Hua Changle, a hard-working person.After all, a man does not shed tears lightly, but that is really a special case.He was sullen, and pieced things together in his mind, trying to justify his true feelings: "Everyone can cry, but if anyone can't cry, I... I'll ask his midwife why the baby is breathing so artificially." Cultivate the breath of fresh air outside the tank!"

Hua Changle was amused by him: "Hahaha, you are so serious, the little baby can't remember crying. But you are so big——"

"I can't remember it doesn't mean it didn't happen. People must be somewhat hypocritical, and they all have things that they don't want to admit, that happened... black history—yes, it's black history. I'm lazy, I'd rather die than live , Most people are like this too, if they don’t want to mention it, they won’t mention it, if they mention it, they will die.” Yue Wuyuan proudly puffed up his chest, speaking with confidence, and then stretched his hand across his neck, making a “death” sign gesture.

Hua Changle covered his mouth and smiled, he was so happy that he wanted to issue a verbal IOU to Yue Wuyuan: "It's black history if you can't help but cry, I just want to say that you will be like this...humane...but don't worry, You don't like to mention this matter, let's stop here, I will definitely not tell others, and promise to protect your reputation and integrity."

"What kind of moral is this...it's not black." Yue Wuyuan whispered, his voice getting smaller and smaller.

Hua Changle asked: "Then why is it black?"

"Mark-520." Yue Wuyuan said an unfamiliar word.

"What is that?" Hua Changle had never heard of this thing.

"A kind of black paint. There used to be a cousin in the family who was studying oil painting. I bought it for him. This oil paint is very magical. It is said that it can absorb most of the light waves physically. It is quite expensive, but it actually works——I bought it for him. I don't think so."

"I want to be a painter, but you are not a painter." Hua Changle knew nothing about painting and paint, and didn't want to comment.

Yue Wuyuan weighed it up and said, "Hey, maybe, but the reality doesn't allow him to realize his ideal."

"why?"

Yue Wuyuan explained: "I can't say it very clearly, and I can't say that I must understand. What that cousin means is that if a person devotes himself to his personal ideal, then he will die without a place to die, because this ideal It is personal and not beneficial to others, but if one's ideals happen to collide with a community of interests, that is another matter."

The sudden theoretical bombardment left Hua Changle at a loss, and could only utter a dumbfounded—"Huh?"

Yue Wuyuan continued: "He felt that a community of interests could realize his ideals. He wanted to integrate into a collective, a collective that belonged to him. He hoped to establish a village of painters, and then—failed, because he witnessed his paradise become Subterranean factories that made shoddy industrial fake paintings, though—that made him richer, woke up on money. Then, the guy ran home in misery, and started a career called rich kid, strictly adhering to the life-and-death profession Conduct."

"But, it's a lot of people's...dreams. It's good to be drunk and dream about death. It's very happy." Hua Changle thought, there is nothing wrong with living a relaxed and happy life.The young master of the rich family has the pain of the young master of the rich family, and the poor family also has the pain of the poor family. People's desires are dissatisfied, and they will never be satisfied.In other words, most people don't want to be fulfilled at all because they don't want (rather than can't) see happiness in the moment.

But Yue Wuyuan said: "Like a dog. His greatest pleasure is flirting with his bitch wife, and cursing each other in secret. Then he declared to the outside world—my family is harmonious and happy—and it became a good story, which makes people laugh."

"Well, that's really not happy." Hua Changle spread her hands.

Yue Wuyuan continued to mock: "People like to show their best side to others, so as to create a false sense of superiority, but I am different, what I show to others is-"

"Real stuff."

"No, it's still fake. Fake clown faces are better than fake standard masks. The former has no bottom line and changes in many ways, while the latter can only be mass-produced."

Hua Changle didn't bother to refute, and there was no need to refute what he said, it was like a hand touching the alarm in his heart, before pressing it down, it was just a false alarm.He only said when Yue Wuyuan was joking with the joke, "Hehe, your words are really interesting, do you have more interesting experiences to share?"

For some reason, this excited Yue Wuyuan. He said: "You still want to hear? There may be a shortage of people without brains in the world, but there is never a shortage of anti-intellectual 'truths', such as: ideals harm the country, reason is useless Well, kindness is indeed bullshit. Many people regard these things as a standard, for fear that the little human kindness will destroy the foundation of their vicious beliefs, and they poison well-intentioned people, poison young people, and poison people like you, and they never get tired of it." Said, He also poked Hua Changle's hand with his chopsticks.

Hua Changle ignored Yue Wuyuan's childishness, and said, "But I believe the world is good, and I can see it."

Yue Wuyuan said: "People who lack conscience will become... Strange. Dedication makes them lose, plunder makes them profit, being cunning makes them live without worry, and revealing their true feelings makes them suffer. It’s the snacks, sweets, and chocolates that were carefully wrapped in the black heart factory! As for how much flesh and blood was taken away to produce these beautiful snacks, you can’t see it, and you don’t know.”

"Then can you see it?"

Yue Wuyuan grinned: "Some things can only be seen by Guan Luoyin, and only the ghosts can see them."

"Tsk—then you really are a genius." Hua Changle bit Wen Jue's words and joked.After a while, he asked again: "Then you are here with me, are you happy?"

——Because he was worried that the next days would be more... poor, God knows whether Yue Wuyuan, a young man with a delicate skin and tender flesh, can bear that kind of anger.

Yue Wuyuan knew, he made a detour, and said: "Let me give you an example, the two of us are like meeting a stray dog ​​on a rainy day, soaking wet, but hugging each other, it's extremely uncomfortable, but very comfortable Discomfort is physical, and comfort is psychological. But I am a counterexample in Yue’s family. I am not uncomfortable, I am uncomfortable, I am garbage in their eyes, an ulcer, and a blood scab that is too lazy to tear off— —is growing new flesh, and itches, terribly itchy."

Hua Changle hesitated for a moment before saying: "You really don't want to go back... I mean, although I don't know them well, your parents probably won't ignore you. After all, you are your own son. a piece of meat."

Yue Wuyuan rolled his eyes, and teased heartlessly: "To be honest, I'm not familiar with it, I've long forgotten how I fell out... Oh, people can't remember crying when they were just born. , Childhood memories are all told to him by others.”

Hua Changle breathed a sigh of relief, and could only say, "Okay..."