Chapter 268 Of course we are a couple!
(Brothers, you must read this chapter slowly. This is what I studied and wrote with my friends who study Ma Zhe and Chinese philosophy. There are no big problems in the philosophical logic of this chapter - it is specific and subtle. Everyone can speak freely about the details of the Bible debate, but the overall content should be no problem)
'What is your purpose? Is it just? ’
The abstraction of this question has gone far beyond the scope of daily chat, and is more like the collision of the spirits of two idealists.
What it actually asks is 'Who are you? Where are you going? ’
There is never a standard answer to this kind of self-judgment, so no matter what Cheng Daqi's answer is, it can't be considered wrong.
The materialistic answer is truth, and the idealistic answer can also be truth, but Cheng Daqi's answer is neither materialistic nor idealistic - he is an idealist who advocates pragmatism.
“Maybe I want to go to the pier to order French fries?
This question is too difficult to answer. I haven’t thought about it clearly yet.
People are divided in consciousness. For the sake of 'self' and 'id', I can't tell how much of my subjective consciousness is rational and how much is irrational - my 'self' is still in a vague state until now.
Xiao Zhao, if my ideals and expectations for myself are knowable, then am I also considered confused and limited? "
Cheng Daqi's answer was about as high as a three-story building. Zhao Hongjin thought about it for a long time and replied.
"So, you are just walking on the road. Where is the end of the road? You see. Not sure, is it? ”
Mr. Cheng felt that we should have some wine now. This feeling is so wonderful.
“The prerequisite for knowing the lost path before it is too late is to know the end point, but our understanding is limited to the inherent world view. As a human body, when I face other people, including just now, I can encourage you to 'don't worry about whether you will fail before doing something'.
This is an effective methodology in the practical dimension. The effectiveness of this methodology coexists with its weakness in self-resolution. "
Zhao Hongjin wiped her mouth. This meal made her head hurt.
"Think about it in practice, Daqi, I can't give you the answer, your kind of Troubles are a bit like being trapped in the rut of idealism.
But the path you seek is materialistic. Both your understanding of difficulties and your way of thinking are materialistic. ”
“The world is knowable. My objective existence and conscious existence are both part of the knowable world. Therefore, from the perspective of knowability, these hard thoughts of mine are not ruts. What I see is an infinite path. The road has no end and no answer. ”
"From the perspective of materialist epistemology, you are on the right path. Knowledge itself is an infinite process with no end.
But if you really regard the purpose as important and you are struggling with the answer, , my suggestion is still, do it first, only in the process of practice can you get the most true inner feedback. Understanding one's mind requires the foundation of practice - practice is the only source of understanding."
"But I still do. I want Ai Guobei to go to jail, and now I'm back in that spiral. Can the negation of negation deny itself?"
Cheng Daqi's words are so bastard, Chunchun is just sophistry, Xiao Zhao chooses to end it? A conversation.
Boring man!
"Brother, I flew back more than 10,000 kilometers, and then you dragged me to be the mascot of the company. Now you drag me to chant sutras, please spare me."
"Hey, these things may not be mine. I should be concerned about it, but I can't get around it."
Since his rebirth, Cheng Daqi has been thinking about what kind of existence he is, and this kind of thinking has troubled him for a long time.
Sometimes he can find a certain balance, but soon, the balance he has just established will be destroyed by something.
The repeated reconstructions and collapses made him tired, so he preferred to numb himself with work.
But after meeting Zhao Hongjin, he had this idea again - except her, there was no one to talk to.
"Da Qi, it's not that you can't get around it, you just want Ai Guobei to go in. I can see that you understand these things, but you don't want to admit it - you are avoiding facing the truth. Self."
Opening the door, Cheng Daqi said with a smile.
"Instead of torturing each other, let's let each other go. Let's stop reading. Mr. Zhao, please get in the car."
The peach-eyed girl had to admit that Mr. Cheng had many tricks. He can always control himself in various ways.
"You are still escaping." Zhao Hongjin said seriously.
Hey, Cheng Daqi sighed in his heart.
Xiao Zhao is a bit like that stubborn kid who keeps yelling "rebound" in a quarrel, but she has good intentions.
Of course Zhao Hongjin had good intentions. She and Sun Dongxin unanimously advised Mr. Cheng to be merciful and it was good intention to be merciful. She also had good intentions in helping Cheng Daqi explore his own heart tonight. Now she insists on reminding Mr. Cheng It's a good idea not to escape.
Just like she thought at the beginning, Xiao Zhao knew that there was not much she could do, but she could stay with Cheng Daqi. If Cheng Daqi did something wrong, she could play a role. The role of reminder.
One person is short-term, but two people are long-term.
"Aren't you tired? The passenger seat can be adjusted. Lie down and rest for a while."
Mr. Cheng: Sister, stop talking, stop talking.
"I'm not tired. Can you tell me why you want to escape so much?"
Zhao Hongjin couldn't help but be curious. It was actually the feeling that President Cheng gave her in the past that was too powerful. The power of orientation.
Today, in the conversation with Cheng Daqi, Zhao Hongjin discovered Mr. Cheng's weakness.
Even as powerful as a great weapon, there are weaknesses.
Yes, no one is omniscient and omnipotent. Real people always have weaknesses.
"There is a tiger coming from the other side. If you don't run away, are you going to fight with it?"
Mr. Cheng lit a cigarette and tried to pass one to Xiao Zhao.
Sister, that's it. Don't torture me. I shouldn't talk to you so deeply.
You want to shut me up, right?
Zhao Hongjin patted down Mr. Cheng’s extended hand and answered Mr. Cheng’s words seriously.
"Analysis of specific questions, you first tell me what kind of tiger it is and how much it weighs. In addition, it also depends on whether I have weapons in my hand.
If it is a small Sumatran A tiger weighs only a hundred kilograms, and if I have a weapon in my hand, I might not be able to fight it.”
Xiao Zhao knows humor, and Mr. Cheng was amused by her.
"You're still fighting a tiger. You can't even beat a wild boar."
"Don't change the subject. Can you answer it directly like a man?"
The crisp and clean energy in Zhao Hongjin's body was so strong that he pulled on Mr. Cheng's fig leaf and tortured him to death.
Cheng Daqi's mental world is very sick. She has seen it, so she can't ignore it.
"If our ideal is just a utopia, an unattainable fantasy, then what should we do?"
Cheng Daqi's question was so lethal that Zhao Hongjin was silenced.
His words were very jumping, jumping dozens of meters at a time.
Never let Ai Guobei go to the injustice of the means and the justice of the end, from thinking about the 'self' and 'self' to the distress of not being able to fully understand oneself, from trying to escape several times, to speaking directly. Talk about a utopia that may not come true.
This kind of exaggerated topic jumping is not suitable for use in normal communication. Not everyone is as smart and like-minded as Zhao Hongjin.
Mi'er is smart enough, but she is a top American elite. She is destined to be unable to understand Da Qi's 'ridiculous' ideas.
"How should a ship that has lost its destination sail?"
Seeing that Zhao Hongjin could not think of an answer, Mr. Cheng added that this was his true experience of his own state.
The world he longed for might not exist, so he chose to escape and stay in the United States.
If the ideal shore is unreachable, then do something trivial within the scope of possibility.
"Daqi, we are half-assed tonight, and it is difficult for me to give an answer to your question."
The peach-eyed girl is a bit depressed. After all, she is only nineteen years old. She wants to help her friends more, but There seemed to be nothing she could do. "I have a desperate realization, and you might be the first one to hear it."
The light was red, and the car stopped.
“Our world is a dream, and our existence is also a symptom of the dream. I hope that at some point I will wake up and look at my child at the head of my bed, him or her shaking My arms say 'Daddy, I'm hungry'"
So desperate.
Zhao Hongjin is very empathetic, and people with high cognition can always empathize - if a smart person says that he or she does not understand the problem, don't doubt it, he/she is just pretending to be stupid.
“So, do you want to pray to Skynet to wake you up quickly, or to let you continue to indulge in this dream?”
Zhao Hongjin’s answer was very romantic, but also cruel— —After waking up from the dream, it may be deeper pain. Perhaps continuing to dream is the 'correct' answer.
There is an implicit premise here: the controller of the dream has absolute control, and the master can only be manipulated by others.
"I don't know, haha, we talked a lot about not knowing tonight, so are we approaching the entrance of the cave?" Mr. Cheng thought of Plato's metaphor of the Theory of Ideas.
"But I can understand you, I understand the shadow outside the firelight you see, but I can't give a good answer - I hope my answer can help you solve your difficulties, Daqi, but I realize again that I am also a stupid person, so what qualifications do I have to give you an answer? "
Silence, silence is the theme of tonight.
“Yes, why do I take it for granted that you can give me the answer? People have to save themselves after all.
I am very busy now, and you also know that I have been working, working continuously. , being busy can make me forget to think.”
Feeling that his words were too suggestive of weakness, Cheng Daqi added.
“I can only say these words to you, no one else is suitable to talk to, so it kind of means dumping out the accumulated emotional garbage. I’m sorry.”
Zhao Hongjin shook his head , she turned her face to the side near the car window and replied in a low voice.
"I also have a lot of troubles, many, many, and everyone is the same."
Mr. Cheng became interested and asked.
"Pick one and tell me, what if I can help you think of a way out of your troubles?"
"Come on, we are all drowning people, and idealists are all struggling under the erosion of capital. , the more awake you are, the more you suffer, the harder you struggle, and the effects of force are mutual."
Zhao Hongjin has read countless passionate sentences and stories, but people must live in reality.
Just like what Cheng Daqi said - the effectiveness of methodology and its inability to resolve itself coexist at the same time.
"You were not like this in the past. You may be too tired from the long journey today, and you were affected by me, so you are so negative."
Mr. Cheng is really a little ashamed. He has too many negative emotions and has affected his friends.
"How can I blame you? That's what I insisted on asking."
In getting along with Cheng Daqi, Zhao Hongjin saw her own weakness again and again. She thought that she A lot has been gained.
Zhao Hongjin is right. In fact, everyone will be trapped in their own predicament for a certain period of time and then struggle. Whether they can come out only depends on themselves.
There is nothing Cheng Daqi can do about this.
Green light, car starts.
Mr. Cheng stepped on the accelerator to the maximum, and the push on his back felt a little bit upward. Both his and Zhao Hongjin's bodies were pressed hard against the back of the chair.
This is the cheapest way for Cheng Daqi to vent. He seems to have poured all his emotions into this kick of the accelerator.
Run, run, run freely, run hard, run out, go where you want to go.
However, the car must eventually return to the right road, and any unruly power is bound to the actual traffic regulations.
The engine struggled, roared, shuddered, and then bowed and obeyed—just like its owner.
The ambient lights in the car reflected on Cheng Daqi's face, and Zhao Hongjin understood the suffering of the driver, Xiao Cheng.
"Da Qi, where is the milk tea shop nearby? I want to drink something sweet, it's too bitter."
"Navigate and find Luckin. I want to drink iced American style. Go back Let’s continue the meeting with MAS.”
Are you going to numb yourself again?
Zhao Hongjin sighed and pointed the way to Mr. Cheng.
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“Sister, I know Chinese. Isn’t this the aunt from Shanghai? Why, Ruixing is our aunt’s nickname?”
< br>"I want to drink. I took a week off to help you with the live broadcast. You don't even want to buy me a cup of Yangzhi Manna?"
"Okay, then I also want Yangzhi Manna, Smoothie contains 30% sugar.”
The clerk said enthusiastically when she saw that Mr. Cheng and Xiao Zhao were a boy and a girl.
“Tonight is Double Eleven Singles’ Day, the second cup of the same product is free for couples! Are you two a couple?”
Mr. Cheng was about to explain when Zhao Hongjin took the lead.
"Of course! Two cups of poplar nectar, both three-thirds of sugar smoothie, one cup without pearls."
After saying that, A Zhao turned to look at Mr. Cheng and winked wittily. Eyes, implying that he must take advantage of this.
Cheng Daqi asked.
“Only couples can get a free drink, but today is Singles’ Day. Aren’t you discriminating against singles?”
“Sir, of course not, as long as we say we are a couple, even if we are two We also give free orders to men. Auntie Shanghai wishes all lovers in the world to get married!”
Yes, it is very trendy and at the forefront of the times. A Chinese brand actually has the ideology of American clothing.
“No, there are no pearls in this cup, don’t make a mistake.”
After receiving the Yangzhi Manna from the clerk, Mr. Cheng handed Xiao Zhao's cup to her, pulled up a chair at the table outside the store and sat down.
“Wow, the Northeastern old-fashioned spicy hotpot is delicious, and the poplar nectar is delicious. I’m so happy today, hahaha.”
Xiao Zhao took a big sip of the smoothie, and his whole body was completely clear. .
“So, ordering French fries at the pier may be the final answer, right?”
The paper plane of the story flew back to its original place, and it turned out that Cheng Daqi had already untied it. This problem.
"No, the answer is to go to the pier and order poplar nectar, malatang, pancakes, glutinous rice cakes, brown sugar ice powder, etc."
Xiao Zhao said happily.
:.ヽ(*`).:
My thoughts are actually different from the two people in the story. They are more like silhouettes of me in the past.
Homies, if you are stuck, go get some French fries first.
In addition, Zhao Hongjin's negativity here is not without reason. On the one hand, she is very tired, and on the other hand, Cheng Zong's problems are indeed difficult to solve.
Also, if the answer she gave was not good enough, she was unwilling to say it directly, so she thought for a long time but could not come up with a suitable answer.
By the way, there is an easter egg in this chapter. In the previous picture, Xiao Zhao told Cheng Daqi that he was hungry, but in this picture, Cheng Daqi took advantage of him - Xiao Zhao also Didn't hear it hahaha.
I designed this intentionally - did you notice it when you read it?
(End of this chapter)