In the crowded seats, there were old women who didn't care about quality, and there were bald men who yelled and cursed.
Through the crowd, I saw a young man sitting on his seat reading a book.
He was silent in his own world, out of tune with everything around him.
I walked forward and saw an aunt sitting next to the boy changing a diaper. I tried to be as gentle as possible and said, "Auntie, can we change seats?"
"I'm busy, you didn't see it! Why don't you change it? Don't change it!"
The little beggar looked at me and laughed softly. He walked forward and pretended to fall forward: "Sorry, give in!"
The woman immediately picked up the child and said, "What a piece of shit! It's so dirty. Go away! Go away! Baby, let's not sit here anymore!"
The little beggar saw the woman walking away and wiped the bench with his sleeve: "Brother, sit down!"
Taking advantage of his prestige, I sat across from the young man, and after thinking for a while, I said, "Are you reading?"
The young man nodded.
"what book?"
The young man put away the book and looked around: "Are you talking to me?"
I tried my best to keep smiling: "There should be no one else!"
"I'm reading a foreign novel, do you have any advice?"
I smiled and waved my hand: "I'm not talking about giving advice. I just saw someone reading a book on the train and couldn't help but be curious!"
"Actually, I am also a scholar and I like reading!" I also felt embarrassed. I usually don't know how to speak, let alone take the initiative to strike up conversations with others.
The student is curious: "What books does Mr. like to read?"
"Novel! Ancient novel!" I don't know what dynasty this is, and I don't dare to say nonsense even if there are many mistakes!
"Ancient novels? I've read them too. There are indeed many classics. What books do you usually read?" Maybe it's been a long time since I've seen a knowledgeable person, and the young student has an extraordinary enthusiasm.
"My favorites are novels about gods and monsters like The Legend of the Gods and Journey to the West!"
The little beggar came up and squeezed the uncle away: "I also like stories about ghosts and monsters, sir, tell me about them!"
The student opened his eyes wide: "Gods and monsters are all dregs. What's there to say? This is the era of Mr. De and Mr. Sai!"
I shook my head: "Gods and monsters, they are not completely dead. People who really read books see mountains as mountains and water as water. But there is another level of reading. Mountains are not mountains and water is not water!"
The student became interested: "My teacher also said this, but I never understood, what does it mean to look at mountains but not mountains, and to look at water but not water?"
I used the knowledge I usually gleaned from online novels. If I compare it to nonsense, few can compare with the author of the online novel: "Just like Journey to the West, you can read it as a fantasy novel, or you can read it as a novel about ghosts and monsters. A semi-historical novel!”
"Although the stories in it are fabricated, they are not completely without any basis. Many stories are combined with facts!"
"I wonder if Mr. Xiao has ever heard of a person like Xuanzang in history!"
The student nodded: "There is such a person!"
"That's right. The stories about gods and monsters are false, but the propaganda about Master Xuanzang is real. Isn't this what we can learn from!" I sweated on my forehead.
There is a huge gap between the college students of this era and the college students of our time.
Just talking about the study of words, the degree of openness of mind is not comparable to that of our time!
My advantage is that I have a wide range of information channels and can get more information than him.
The student nodded: "That's true. It was for my own sake. I never knew that the school clearly respects Mr. De and teaches Chinese!"
"It's okay, understanding is part of growing up!"
"Thank you sir for your advice. Sir, where are you going?"
"Go wherever you want!"
"Then where are you from?"
"Come where you are going!"
"I don't understand!" the student wondered.
"I don't understand, but I feel great!" The little beggar looked at me with respect.
I pretend to be smart. Since I am showing off in literature, I have to pretend to be an academic.
This, in the real world, is a skill that every uncle knows.
If you don’t believe me, go to the park and ask the uncle about the international situation, and the uncle will be able to give you a clear and logical explanation. If you ask the uncle how to make money, he will also be able to tell you everything!
However, if you ask the uncle what achievements he has made and whether he has earned any money, he will say that you are swearing!
I looked down at him: "Where are you going?"
The student shook his head: "I want to serve the motherland!"
"Oh? How to do it?"
"I heard that there is an army, and I am going to join them!"
"Just go like this?"
"Of course not, I brought the baby with me!"
Finally, I got to where I was interested: "What treasure did you bring?"
The student shook his head: "You can't say that!"
"Who gave you your baby?"
"My teacher!"
"Your teacher, only gave it to you?"
"I have no idea!"
"Then who should you give it to?"
"I don't know about this either. My teacher said that there should be someone I trust more and ask me to give things to him!"
I smiled on my face and cursed in my heart: "You look like this, how can your teacher trust you to come out alone?"
The student was stunned: "He said the same thing about me, but my teacher is dead, so I have to come!"
I apologized and received a critical response: "I'm sorry!"
But, how to accomplish this task?
For a moment, I was in trouble.
The little beggar shook his head: "Don't you already believe in my elder brother? Can't you just give him the things?"
The student opened his eyes wide: "Is this okay?"
I was also a little shocked. Is this step correct?
"No, did your teacher tell you what it was?"
"I didn't say, it's just a brush!" He took out a brush from his arms, and I looked around: "Just a brush?"
"Yeah, there's nothing else!"
I nodded: "Then I'll accept it, do you want to eat it..."
My eyes widened in disbelief.
The student was splitting apart little by little in front of me. I could see clearly that cracks began to appear on his body.
The little beggar also noticed this scene and was so frightened that he jumped into my arms: "Oh, what's going on?"
The student stood up, looked at me, and took a step forward.
I stared at the cracks on his body: "Are these knife marks?"
So, he was originally like this, but he just lost his brush and changed into his original shape?
A hand grabbed my belly.
I stiffly lowered my head and looked at the little beggar in my arms: "What are you doing?"
"Brother, I'm scared!"
"You scared me, you know!"
"Why did he suddenly transform? I also saw a knife coming out of his body. Oh, it's here again!"
The standing body of the student suddenly shattered, and blood stained my feet. I raised my head and met the owner of the samurai sword: "Go to hell, you are dead, and you are still dominating us!"
I rushed forward, a sword appeared in my hand, and slashed the owner of the katana.
He saw my look clearly: "Is it you? Kill!"
Countless samurai swords appeared behind him, and there were gusts of sinister wind. I couldn't count how many ghosts there were in front of me.
I casually lifted the little beggar behind me: "Kill your uncle! Lock him up for me!"
