Humans are social animals, so few people can endure a lonely life of isolation for a long time. Some people may long for the otherworldly and beautiful artistic conception of living in the mountains and drinking in the valleys in poetry, but if you really leave an ordinary person in a similar environment, it will not work. After half a year, even if you are not eaten by wild beasts or starve to death, your spirit is already close to the edge of collapse. Xia Lan doesn’t like escaping from the world, because escaping from the world is a very mental test. He has not completely abandoned the seven emotions and six desires and transformed into a god. For him, escaping from the world is just a need and a purpose. Sometimes when you encounter the problem of being in a situation and not knowing the situation, you might as well jump out of the situation and look at the overall situation to see clearly the cause and effect of things. In the months after Berante left, Ciaran never met anyone else. He knew that the outside world must be wonderful at this time, but no matter how wonderful it was, it had nothing to do with him. The world would never stop turning because of the lack of someone. , this was something he understood only after he had gone through adolescence in his previous life. Recently, he was having a dream, a strange and bizarre dream. Normally, dreams are individual, short-lived, and easily forgotten, but his dream was like a TV series with no gaps. The content of the plot quickly showed various experiences and memories of his previous life. He didn’t know why he had this dream, nor did he know the specific meaning of this dream. It is said that people only have fleeting scenes of their lives before they die, so is his dream a kind of memorial to his past life? He never gets to the bottom of things that are too complex and philosophical. In his opinion, thinking about meaningless things is a waste of time. Perhaps because you have been alone for a long time, your thoughts will inevitably extend to boring things. Life in the mountains is quiet. Maybe it’s because the place he chose is so remote, a dangerous restricted area that most hunters won’t go deep into. Otherwise, Berlant wouldn’t have spent two weeks looking for him. In many places, he can find original and ancient species, some of which can even be traced back to the distant ignorance period. After living here for a long time, he began to live like a savage. His hair was scattered all over his body and his clothes were patchwork. The wooden house where he rested only had a rough bed made of dry firewood and hay. If anyone familiar with him met him, it would be difficult to recognize him at a glance. out. "Anyone who doesn't pay attention to food and clothing and is too lazy to organize his image will naturally look like this. The beggar on the street is the best comparison template. The only difference between the two may only be in mental outlook. Beggars are shunned by everyone, and savages are also shunned by everyone. The difference is that the former is disgusting, while the latter is feared. There are few things to do in the mountains for recreation. When she is free during the day, Xia Lan will integrate her past skills and knowledge by practicing swordsmanship, and try to get rid of the abilities given by the system to gain her own power. The Golden Book It became his important support. As the night darkens, you can feel the cold wind in the mountains and forests, listen to the roar of insects and beasts, sit in front of the fire and look up at the bright starry sky and purple moon, let go of the loneliness of your soul, calm down the glitz of your heart, forget about the vicissitudes of life, forget about all living beings, and then The past fades away and goes to sleep with the dream. The dream is still a familiar dream. The longer the dream lasts, the harder it becomes for Xia Lan to distinguish herself between the dream and the outside. He does not deny his past life; he denies his past self. There is a famous Theseus paradox in the past life. Suppose that a ship that can sail on the sea for hundreds of years will be replaced if a piece of wood rots. After all the wood on the ship has been replaced, the ship will still be the same as before. ship? It turns out that he would never think about this kind of problem at all, but when such an example happened to him, he couldn't help but think about it. He is Xia Lan, but can you say that he is Xia Xun in the previous life? First of all, the difference in personality and character denies this. However, if he is not Xia Lan, who is he? So the problem is back to square one. who I am? The final question extends to the ultimate question of philosophy. Is this question important? Not all questions have answers. Maybe the questions are more important than the answers. Since he can think about this question, it is enough to show whether the question is important or not. As a split personality after experiencing severe psychological trauma, Xia Lan now has a strong sense of self. I am Xia Lan, and Xia Lan is me. This is the fact and no one can change it. He is not Xia Xun, because the real personality belonging to Xia Xun is dead. He is Xia Xun simply because he inherited Xia Xun’s skin and memories. In fact, it is very simple to understand this problem, as long as he knows who he is in his self-understanding. The only difference between him and the Ship of Theseus is that he has consciousness, while the Ship of Theseus does not. So he knew who he was, but the ship of Theseus didn't?Can be allowed to be discussed by others. When he fully recognized himself, his heart suddenly felt as if he had received a profound baptism, and his whole body felt a transformation. At this moment, he was freed from the past and transcended the present. Not long after, he walked out of the deep mountains and old forests where he had lived in seclusion, and headed north. When passing through the defense line of Lake Thorne, the cruel war completely destroyed the land he was familiar with in his memory. The collapsed city walls were covered with traces of fighting with swords, guns and arrows, seeming to express sorrow silently. Burnt houses, everywhere The rubble formed a shocking huge ruin, and the once prosperous city was left with a pale devastation of life. Stepping on the blood-soaked dark streets, a desperate and mournful wail seemed to echo in my ears. The fuzzy corpses scattered around and filled with stench performed the last scene of hell before death. The sunshine in the sky was bright. But the haze of being buried here can never be shaken off. Seeing this, I wonder if he will regret leaving. "It's a pity that his indifferent face showed no emotion at all. Maybe it’s because he’s already used to it, or maybe he hasn’t thought about it at all. In the distance, he suddenly heard the creaking sound of the wheels turning hard, and following the sound, he vaguely saw a rickety figure in his field of vision. Out of curiosity, he stepped forward to meet him, only to see a waning old man struggling. Pushing a flatbed truck containing corpses. The flatbed truck stopped because the old man saw Xia Lan. "Hello, young man." The old man said with a gentle smile on his weather-beaten face. "Hello." Xia Lan nodded in response. "Did you just come back from a refugee situation?" the old man asked, looking at his disheveled appearance. "I just came out of the mountains, where are you?" Xia Lan said. "I am burying countless innocent souls here." The old man pointed to the horrific corpses on the flatbed truck and said, "I turned out to be a tombkeeper in a nearby cemetery. A few days ago, the Heather Empire set fire to the grave after breaking through the guards here. Massacre, I should have died here, but the emperor spared my life. Perhaps, they thought there was no need to do it themselves, as this old guy is not far away. " "You are really lucky." road. "Yes, I am really lucky. Everyone here died, but I survived." The old man said, tears overflowing from the corners of his wrinkled eyes, and his voice was filled with endless sadness. "When I wandered here in despair and saw the devastated scene with corpses everywhere, I suddenly understood that the meaning of my life was to bury them who had no place to return." "Do you have hatred in your heart?" Xia Lan ask. "There is no hatred in my heart, because hatred has no meaning to me. If hatred can bring the dead back to life and avoid tragedies, I will naturally have hatred in my heart. However, hatred cannot change these realities. Hatred will only destroy myself. "The old man shook his head and said, "Are you filled with hatred when you ask this question?" "It used to be, but it's gone now." Xia Lan gave a rare smile. "Because I can't find the meaning of hatred either." "Young man, where are you going next?" The old man hunched over and held his hands on the handlebars of the flatbed truck again. "Do you need to go to my place to take a rest?" "Thank you for your kindness." Xia Lan shook her head and declined: "Next, I am going to Enlightenment Mountain." "Enlightenment Mountain Young man, you know that it is a very dangerous place now. A battlefield?" the old man reminded worriedly. "I know, but I have to go there." Xia Lan looked to the north and said, "Because there is an answer I am looking for." "Is this answer more important than your life?" the old man asked. "I think, yes." Xia Lan smiled again. "Everyone has his or her own meaning in living in this world, doesn't it?" "Young man, I wish you good luck and may the light protect you." The old man said no more, and after giving his blessing, he pushed the flatbed truck and shook it. Leave leisurely. He turned around and looked at the old man's back. He didn't start his journey again until the other person gradually disappeared from the end of his sight. On the road of life, you will always take strange roads, see strange scenery, and meet strange people. Your thoughts and concepts will change unconsciously over time. Maybe one day, maybe in an inadvertent moment, you Only then will you understand the meaning of your life. He knows how dangerous the northern end is. In fact, he can continue to live in seclusion in the mountains and watch the situation change, because the answer he seeks will appear sooner or later. But he didn’t, just becauseI want to witness with my own eyes the twisted history of walking on a forked road, and to witness the conjectures in my heart. ?Perhaps this will be a journey of disappointment, or a journey of death. But some things are destined to be full of meaning, and you can’t avoid this fact even if you don’t want to face it. At the end of summer, climate changes cause storms formed in the ocean to sweep towards the coastal and inland areas. However, the natural disasters seem so insignificant in the face of the catastrophe caused by humans. The era of the new moon will come to an end at any time, and the apocalypse is about to begin. Era is looking forward to the day when it will make its official debut.