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".Then, the old lady turned around. She had... a cat's face on her head!"

"Ahhh!!!"

In the garbage dump, there was a shrill and frightened scream.

Looking at a group of homeless people, the big man who was vicious yesterday shrank into a ball like a cat in fright, hiding behind a companion, his upper and lower jaws shaking like a machine gun. Li Shixin couldn't help raising his white eyebrows, and laughed out loud.

Let you bully the old man yesterday.

scare you!

Obviously, everyone was frightened by this horror story they had never heard before, and they gathered together in a pile according to their hearts. After coming over for a while, the big man who realized that he had lost face in front of his younger brother yelled: "You old man is too stupid! You talk about such infiltrating things at night. You come up with a good point! "

At this time, Li Erchun, who almost hugged the big man, the enemy, also said in fear: "Yes, old man, you have something meaningful to say. This is too scary, how can you sleep at night?"

Li Shixin chuckled, he was scared out of his wits after all, but he was eager to learn.

"Fine."

Li Shixin nodded, looked at the surrounding environment, glanced at a group of homeless people one by one, and finally landed on Li Erchun.

Thinking of the resentment and materialism in this guy's belly, and looking at the student's angry face that suppressed himself to a sub-healthy level because of his inflated desires, he smiled slightly.

"Then tell you a book."

"Book? What book?" Li Erchun, who thought he was knowledgeable, became energetic and asked.

Seeing him interrupting, the big man on the side was not happy: "Oh, why are you so annoying? Don't interrupt, I just like to hear about cultural people, old man, hurry up and talk."

Li Shixin smiled slightly, and said: "It is said that in the United States more than a hundred years ago, there was a young man named Thoreau. He couldn't afford a house, so he went to a remote place called Walden Pond and cut down trees by himself. I built a log cabin by the lake using materials. And relying on hunting, I planted beans and collected wild fruits.”

"Hey!"

Hearing the beginning of Li Shixin's story, a few homeless men cheered up: "Then, isn't this Thoreau just like us?"

As soon as I heard that they couldn't afford a house, they didn't even have any hair, and they even had to cut down trees to build the house themselves, a group of homeless people immediately felt a sense of substitution.

Li Shixin said with a chuckle: "There is no difference in essence, it's just that he thinks more. Speaking of Thoreau, he lived by Walden Pond for more than two years. During these two years, he The earth covers the sky, plows like a farmer in the vast sky far from the city, walks alone through the desolate wilderness after the rain, and gazes at the beautiful lake at dusk."

Shenzhen.

Among the overcrowded intercity trains, Zhang Quandan was squeezed in the middle by several fat tanks, swinging involuntarily as the train moved forward.

At this time, it was already nine forty in the evening.

As a 996 is the norm, and occasionally even 9117 programmers, the crowded commuter train at night is an all-too-familiar scene, and it is already a part of his life.

Looking at the moonless night sky outside the window and the speckled lights of thousands of houses, Zhang Quandan had the idea of ​​fleeing the city for a moment.

But where can I escape?

His parents who have been farming for half his life supported him from the countryside until he graduated from college, thinking that a college student is not much different from a village chief, and that he is a rare success and elation in the rural environment.

But how could they know that there are millions of college students like themselves in this city. And after working for three full years after graduating from university, the wages earned with my hairline and life are not even enough to buy a place the size of a toilet in this city?

Just when Zhang Quandan was in a trance, a notification came from his mobile phone.

"Quick! Let's gather around the bonfire and listen to the words of wise men!"

For this title, Zhang Quandan was not interested at all, but seeing that the train was at least a dozen stops away from his residence, he still put on the earphones,

Turning on the phone, Zhang Quandan frowned when he saw the new video that had been liked by more than 2,000 people.

What is this?

Isn't he just an old man picking up rags?

However, just as he was about to turn off the video, he saw an old man under the starry sky, by the garbage dump, illuminated by fire, holding a long flute in his hand.

The song "Original Scenery of Hometown" made Zhang Quandan, who was tightly wrapped in the entire concrete forest, immediately think of the woods and small rivers in his hometown when he was a child.

The finger that had been on the closure, moved away.

".He lives next to woodchucks, partridges, and red chain snakes, and spends a lot of time studying the lives of the animals."

".Walden Pond, not far from the cabin, is always sparkling and clear. In the forest, the beech trees are swaying with their whirling leaves, the green pines and poplars tower high into the clouds, and the soft bean sprouts are happy after the spring rain. Growing up, there is a blue light on the distant ridge, whether it is sunny or rainy and thundery, you can see Thoreau walking alone in the lush nature."

"When Thoreau went to the forest alone to build a wooden house, grow beans, catch fish, and fetch water, some people laughed at his stupidity, and let the city life go, why should he live a life like a ruthless one? But Thoreau wrote in his diary: I would like to leave room for my life, to waste time? I don't care."

"But is only seclusion the real life? I don't think Thoreau thinks that way. He just seeks the answer to a life through the way of seclusion. Life can be various, and the most important thing is to follow the principle Heart. Everyone should find their own way of life, not follow his father, mother, or anyone else."

"And Thoreau's happiness from seclusion, in my opinion, is more indicative of another problem."

The old man in the video pointed to a young man wearing a red sweater who was about the same age as Zhang Quandan next to the campfire: "You young people now squeeze the subway in the morning, eat takeaway at noon, and come home late at night with their mobile phones in their hands. It was later. Then I looked at the bank card balance text message and salary slip from time to time and sighed. I live but don’t know why I live, and I don’t know how to spend every day. What is life? It’s been the same for ten years Days of anxiety, but no answers."

"You all want to eat delicacies from mountains and seas, sleep on young models, buy luxury cars, big houses, and famous watches. Your previous efforts are for these. But have you ever thought about it? All this is like a bottomless pit, waiting for you to use your youth and When the years fill up these things one by one, on the surface you own them, but in fact they own you!"

"When I say this, I don't mean to prevent you from working hard. It's to find your true heart and find the initial happiness in life, instead of pursuing material desires that are out of reach and make you unhappy."

The ten-minute video subverted Zhang Quandan's outlook on life!

At this time, the barrage in the video had already exploded;

"My mother asked me why I was kneeling and looking at my phone, and I told her that I saw the truth on Station B!"

"The old man said it well"

"Look at the crying! What kind of life am I living!"

"I'm sorry, old man. At the beginning of the video, I thought you were a rag picker, but after seeing this, I realized that I am the rag picker!"

"Grandpa, quickly pick me up!"

"Master! This is the master!"

"This is true - a great immortal who has practiced in the world!"

"Tears, deeply inspired!"

"A million times more!"

"Coins, favorites, and likes three times in a row! If this is a free prostitute, is he still a person?"

"My son said that Yan Hui eats food, drinks with ladles, and alleys. He is a virtuous person. The old man lives in a humble place with a long flute under the moon. He is so open-minded and wise without mourning himself. He is also a virtuous person!"

"Excuse me, UP, where is this old man? I'm going on a pilgrimage!"