August 207 BC Jihai
Seeing Hu Hai, who was referring to a deer as a horse, return to the palace, he was in a daze. For a moment, he couldn't tell whether it was because he was dazzled or if the officials were confused. I don’t know what kind of disease I have, whether it is an eye disease or a brain disease.
Time flies and a thousand years pass by. Now, on this luxurious yacht, a similar illness seems to be happening again.
Raomeng's soft words pressed down on Song Wenbin like mountains, making him almost unable to move, but he had to say something, so many people were looking at him. But no matter what he said, the end would be death.
He doesn't want to die.
Not at all.
But how can we save ourselves?
Is the thing in my hand a peach or a watermelon?
Which answer can allow him to escape?
"explain!!"
Raomeng pressed.
The black-haired maid beside her opened her eyes in excitement, and her body couldn't stop trembling slightly.
The barrage was filled with a torrent of disgust. The anchor who came here stared at Song Wenbin with wide eyes, as if he was seeing the student who stood up to answer a question after being called upon by the teacher in class. There is no doubt that this problem is highly difficult, nearly unsolvable, and ruthless.
They were glad that it was not them who was named.
There is no way to avoid it.
There is no way to retreat.
When Song Wenbin was called, he took a deep breath, stood up bravely, bowed and saluted the other party, and tears flowed down naturally.
He choked up and said: "These days... I shoulder the mission of the country, the expectations of countless viewers and fans, the development of the company, and your requirements.
The country not only requires me to complete the task, but also requires me to complete it in a moral way.
The audience wanted me to interact with the beautiful girl, but they didn’t want anything to actually happen between me and the beautiful girl.
The company not only wanted me to perform wildly during the show, but also wanted me to be obedient after the show was filmed.
My parents want me to become a dragon or a phoenix, but they don't want me to bear the risks of being a dragon or a phoenix.
My colleagues not only hope that I can be nicer to them, but also hope that I can be more interesting to them..."
At this point, Song Wenbin burst into tears, and he said with emotion: "Even so, I will be scolded and questioned by countless people. What is the purpose of this choice now, and what can it bring to you?" What...I am really, on the surface I look glamorous and I am a huge star, but in fact, I am just a social animal in a dilemma...I have reached my limit. I beg you to be kind and don't embarrass me anymore. …”
Such a sincere speech coupled with Song Wenbin's expression of tears streaming down his face.
After listening to Song Wenbin's words, the other anchors on the boat couldn't help but think of how difficult it had been for them along the way. For a moment, men and women burst into tears. Some big anchors with a sense of justice could not help but stand up and plead for Song Wenbin.
"Okay, okay, Raomeng, forget it." Brother Lei said.
"Mr. Rao, come on, have some drinks. Let's go fishing in the sea. Fishing in the sea is very interesting..." Grandmaster said, licking his lips and pouring a glass of champagne for Raomeng.
Nami-chan also quickly reached for Raomeng's hand and said, "Mengmeng, do you want to play something else? I just thought of a very fun game..."
However, Raomeng did not feel soft-hearted because of anyone's plea. She held up the indescribable round object, looked directly at Song Wenbin, who was crying, and said softly but coldly: "No one here is easy." Yes, right? Teacher Yan, I don’t need or want to hear your complaints. Now, you just need to tell me whether this thing is a peach or a melon."
"Raomeng..."
What else does Brother Lei want to persuade?
boom! !
Raomeng suddenly raised his calf and crushed a glass of champagne on the table.
"I invited Teacher Yan here today. Others only need to watch and see what kind of person Teacher Yan is."
As the glass shattered and the wine dripped, the anchors gradually silenced their voices. In the final analysis, they were just elves dependent on this huge system. When this behemoth revealed its ferocious beasts, Even just a hint of fang is enough to strike fear into the hearts of even the bravest elves.
Song Wenbin's tearful appearance quickly stopped. As an adult, he gave up this attempt when he found that being soft and crying had no effect.
His investors are not believers.
What she wants is far more than just money.
"Is it a peach or a melon?" Raomeng asked reluctantly.
Song Wenbin was silent.
At a certain moment, Teacher Song Wenbin/Teacher Yan clearly realized the situation of his own existence, and he clearly saw his own strength. If he is weak enough, he can say without hesitation that this is Tao. If he is strong enough, he can also say that this is Tao without hesitation.
But he is not weak enough, nor is he strong enough. He is stuck in the middle, neither up nor down. Then the peach is not a peach to him, and the melon is not a melon.
It turns out that his lifelong efforts were just to show that peaches are just peaches.
It turns out that peaches are not just peaches, and melons are not just melons. It turns out that when the strength is insufficient, even the original appearance of things becomes extremely blurred.
Ah, it looks like a peach is not a peach, that’s probably it. Song Wenbin/Teacher Yan thought.
"Is it a peach or a watermelon? Answer me!!"
Raomeng asked sharply.
Forced into a corner, Song Wenbin/Teacher Yan raised his head little by little, with no way to retreat, his expression pale, but with a hint of unshakable perseverance.
"Such as…"
"What?" Raomeng didn't hear clearly.
"Like..." Teacher Song Wenbin/Teacher Yan's lips moved, and he suddenly became enlightened. Yes, he is a Chinese. For a Chinese, how can there be a real desperate situation?
"What?" Raomeng asked.
"Rugua." Teacher Song Wenbin/Teacher Yan said.
At this moment, thousands of years of wisdom, the souls of Sakyamuni, Confucius, and Laozi are possessed, and he is not alone! He is not alone! !
At this moment, Song Wenbin/Teacher Yan grasped the source of all laws in the universe and embraced it to his heart's content! !
At this moment, Teacher Song Wenbin/Teacher Yan suddenly understood the essence of quantum mechanics, and he became the Schrödinger in the field of internal entertainment! !
As the saying goes, the Tao can be Tao, but it is not Tao, and the name can be named, but it is not famous. In an extraordinary situation, extraordinary people made extraordinary choices.
At this moment, Teacher Song Wenbin/Teacher Yan broke away from the three-dimensional space and time of duality and briefly entered the indescribable and wonderful world. That is where he came from and where he returns.
"Rugua." He looked at the indescribable object in Raomeng's hand and said firmly.
The anchors on the side were all dumbfounded, as were the tens of millions of viewers who were prepared to watch Teacher Nian make a fool of himself, have fun, or worry about Teacher Nian.
They were sitting on the yacht, in front of their mobile phones, on the sofa, on the rooftop, behind the bars, at the bottom of the well, in the car, and in the trees. The audience all opened their mouths in shock.
Of course, the most shocked ones were Rao Meng who asked the question, and Shen Tujia who was standing next to her. The two of them looked at the almost unrecognizable guy in front of them in astonishment.
"Rugua? What is that? Is it a melon?"
Raomeng asked uncertainly, her mind a little confused.
"Rugua!"
Teacher Song Wenbin/Teacher Yan was trembling, but spoke loudly.
"What the hell?"
Raomeng was confused. She had never heard of such a thing: "I asked you whether it is a peach or a melon!"
"Rugua." Teacher Song Wenbin/Teacher Yan said again.
"I'm asking you if it's a peach or a melon!"
Although Rao Meng's voice was cute and a little bit funny, at this moment, her fierce look was revealed.
"It's like a melon." Teacher Song Wenbin/Teacher Yan said.
"What do you mean, it's a watermelon!" Rao Meng asked uncertainly.
"No, Rugua."
Raomeng's eyes widened and he felt like his brain was about to smoke. She asked frantically: "Is it a peach or a watermelon?! Tell me!!"
"Rugua." Teacher Song Wenbin/Teacher Yan spread his hands and said.
"I think you are crazy, you hate the teacher!!" Raomeng screamed.
"I'm not Mr. Yan." Song Wenbin/Teacher Yan made another shocking comment.
Shen Tujia on the side was so furious that he almost took off his mask and physically destroyed the man.
"Oh? You don't hate the teacher, what are you?"
She asked in a rare and cold voice.
"Ruyan."
"What is Ruyan?" Raomeng and Shentujia were both shocked.
"If it's disgusting, it's not disgusting, it's called disgusting."
Song Wenbin/Teacher Yan said calmly. After finding the source of all dharma, his heart gradually calmed down, and countless truths began to flow through his heart. This feeling was so wonderful.
"What the hell are you talking about!!!" Raomeng beside him was furious. What this man said was almost making the CPU smoke.
"Stop playing around with me!! I'm asking you!!! Is this - a fucking - a peach - or a - melon!!" She screamed word by word. , for fear that what I express is not clear enough.
Song Wenbin/Teacher Yan was completely unmoved. He said calmly: "Ru Gua."
"Come on, come on!!" Raomeng laughed angrily, "Explain to me, what is Rugua, what the hell, what the fuck is called Ru!! Gua!!!"
"If it's like a melon, it means it's not a melon, it's a melon."
Song Wenbin/Teacher Yan raised a finger and started talking.
"Then you said this is a melon!" Raomeng was ecstatic.
Song Wenbin/Teacher Yan shook his head: "Rugua."
Whether it was the anchor on the side, the audience watching the live broadcast, or Luo Meng, all because of this conversation, the CPU began to smoke.
This conversation was so bizarre that it was recorded hundreds or even thousands of years later. In the torrent of information thousands of years later, the crazy conversation between Yan and this loli still circulates. Because of its high abstraction, people even translated it into scriptures and passed it down from generation to generation.
I heard that for a while, I was in Hainan Island, Haitian Amusement Park, with ten or twenty other anchors. At that time, Rao Meng held up the peach and pointed out that the peach was a melon, and Bai Yan said, what is this? Yan Yan, this is Like a melon. Disgusted, what do you mean? Can we meet in person in China? No! If all sentient beings see something like a melon but not a melon, they will see the middle earth.
…
…
And go back a thousand years ago, back to the place where the incident happened. At this historic moment, the female anchor on the side was dumbfounded when she looked at Song Wenbin, the center of the silent storm, and murmured: "He is so powerful..."
Brother Lei looked at Teacher Yan and shed tears for no reason. Only a man who has been in that position and has experienced similar difficulties can understand the madness and terror of this moment.
So that’s it, is this Rugua, is this Teacher Yan? It certainly lives up to its reputation.
And in that invisible cyberspace, an even bigger storm of madness swept through the hearts of countless viewers watching the live broadcast. This was the first time for many people to witness the true manifestation of the uncertainty of the universe. In the face of that uncertainty, they I have nothing to say but shout.
Disgusted.
Tired of it?
Disgusted!
Disgusted! !
Disgusted! ! !
But for people who face uncertainty head-on, and for people who don't practice enough, that uncertainty is as scary as Cthulhu.
In that long period of silence and mental tug, Raomeng looked at Song Wenbin/Teacher Yan, saliva drooling from the corners of her mouth, and she felt that her brain was about to break.
"Ah! Ah! Ah! Ha! Ah!..."
The crazy brain spinning had consumed a huge amount of her physical strength, leaving her almost unsteady.
"No... let me ask you... Rugua, is it... a melon or a peach." She asked desperately.
"Like a melon, that is, not like a melon, but the name is like a melon."
Song Wenbin/Teacher Yan, who was calm in his heart, answered frankly and without any reservation.
"Uh... uh..."
Raomeng felt her heart twitch violently. She clutched her chest and pointed at Song Wenbin/Teacher Yan.
There is no doubt that she cannot accept this answer. In this world without any support, in this world full of uncertainty, she urgently needs a certain answer, an urgent need, and a pillar that she can rely on. Without that answer, boundless uncertainty almost engulfed her.
"woo woo woo woo…."
At some point, she broke down and cried.
"Why are you like this..."
She shed tears of grievance, flattened her mouth, and begged in pain: "Whether it is a melon or a peach, you say, you say, you say, you say, you say, you say, you say ah!!!!"
"Rugua." Song Wenbin said.
Rao Meng couldn't bear it anymore. She rolled her eyes and fell backwards.
The anchors on the side were shocked, and rushed forward, hugged Raomeng, and shouted: "Raomeng! Raomeng!! Wake up, Raomeng!! Are you okay!!"
Rao Meng, who is chasing certain answers but tortured by the uncertainty of the universe, rolls his eyes, foams at the mouth, and keeps twitching.
Her collapse caused huge chaos on the yacht. Seeing that everyone's attention was drawn away, Song Wenbin was shocked and came back to his senses from the terrifying questioning. He looked at Raomeng who fell to the ground and backed away quietly and horrified.
Retreating to the stern of the yacht, he gasped in shock like a headless fly. This wave was simply too terrifying, too terrifying. He has been to so many countries, no, in his whole life, he has never seen such a terrifying thing.
Fortunately, Amitabha blessed him and allowed him to successfully fool him.
With no time to wait for a moment, he wiped the sweat from his forehead and ran wildly. He looked for it at the stern of the boat in confusion. If he remembered correctly, such a big ship should have a lifeboat. He didn't want to be there for a second now. He was stuck on this terrifying ship. At this moment, he just desperately wanted to return to a safe place and return to his colleagues.
After this search, he actually found a small kayak near the string of the boat. He shed tears with excitement and hurriedly reached out to untie the rope on the kayak. However, after untying it for a long time, he still could not untie it. . This made him feel scared again, and his eyes immediately became wet.
"Calm down, calm down, you hate the teacher, calm down..."
Song Wenbin comforted himself while trying to untie the rope.
However, at this moment, a sharp object hit his lower back, and he heard cold words coming from behind him.
"Don't move, or you will die."
(End of chapter)
