Liu Xiao leaned against the railing and looked at the night view of Pudong on the other side. In his ears, the melodious melody slowly played. Bai Ling thoughtfully found a song that suited the scene. Liu Xiao smiled and looked at the light in his eyes. After meeting Meng Zhou, he was always a little depressed. The source of this feeling was not because of the arrogance and strength shown by the Exiled Immortal Alliance, nor was it because of the boringness of understanding the past of the earth, nor was it because of the indifference of the transformers who were descendants of Kunlun to ordinary people. Instead, for thousands of years, countless human beings have been trapped in cages, born and died, and reincarnated for hundreds of years. Just like a frog in the well, they can only see the slightest part of the world until they die.

Some insignificant colorfulness. Poor, sad, and lamentable. Everything in front of you, prosperity, wealth, happiness, and happiness are built on an extremely limited imagination space and locked cognition. People build their homes here, birth, old age, sickness, death, and offspring, and what they ultimately do? No one can say clearly. Yes, on the whole earth, there are several people who know why they live, and for what they strive to realize themselves? When a person standing at the wellhead, he hears the frog at the bottom of the well saying to his partner, "The value of our existence is living happily!"

What a sad thing, and what a ridiculous story. This is why Liu Xiao’s inner depression. He was a few months ago and the billions of humans who are still living on Earth, but still did not climb out of the bottom of the well, and was still working hard to catch a few more flying insects from the darkness. "What are you thinking?"

A whisper of lark came to his ears. "I'm thinking, why do people live."

Liu Xiao replied softly. "What a big question," Bai Ling said softly, "Is there an answer?"

"It used to be, but now it seems that I can't find it."

Liu Xiao smiled and sighed. "I have a story, do you want to hear it?"

"Think of it."

"In the northwest, there is a couple who guard their 12 acres of fields and a small fish pond, working from sunrise and resting from sunset. The farthest place they have been to is a town 9 kilometers away from the village. Their understanding of the outside world comes from the fact that they can only see TVs and radios on two channels at home. After that, they have a daughter. Without toys, they weave them with bamboo strips and sew them themselves. The daughter grows up slowly. Before dawn every day, they send their children to the town school together. At night, the three of them return home in the dark, day by day, year by year, like copying and pasting until their daughter grows up."

"One day, my daughter was leaving them and going to a distant big city, a place where parents only saw it on TV. That day, the couple saw the train with their own eyes for the first time and also said goodbye to their daughter for the first time. They smiled and waved goodbye to their daughter. When their daughter got on the train, the husband hugged his sobbing wife until the train disappeared from the end of their sight."

"But that time, it was also a farewell. The couple left the world together in an earthquake. When rescuers found the bodies of the two from the ruins, they found that the husband was hugging his wife and his daughter's photo frame."

After saying that, Bai Ling was quiet and silent. "It's a sad story."

Liu Xiao sighed. Bai Ling was still silent. After a long time, her voice came back to his ears. "Why do you think this couple lives?"

Liu Xiao did not answer immediately, but instead focused on thinking about the couple in the story. What is the purpose of such a life? From his own perspective, the couple has never seen the prosperity of the city and has never enjoyed the happiness that modernization can bring. Working hard all his life can be considered a sad life. But why do you always feel that you are thinking wrong? Why do you feel that even if you die in the end, the two are still happy. So, why do they live for? "I can't answer."

Liu Xiao said helplessly. "Then let me tell you, what I believe in, what I love, in my own world, I have and insist on my own love. They live for the love they believe in. This love is for life, for the twelve acres of land, for the small fish pond, for their daughters, and for each other. They have been persisting in this love throughout their lives, and they have never changed until they die, and there will be no resentment. Some are just regrets, regrets that I have not seen the scenery of this land that gave birth to them in the coming year, and regrets that I have not seen the smile of my daughter when she came back."

"Mocking Feng, we are bugs. Yes, we are locked in a small space. Yes, we do not have a great mission and higher pursuit like the origin of human beings. Yes, we do not have infinite life and endless possibilities, and even so, we still have our pursuit of happiness for it. The meaning of life may be very big and many. For us, it does not need to be that big, let alone so many. Just a little bit, a little bit is enough."

"So, don't be sad for us. Maybe we have to bow to fate, but lowered our raised heads, allowing us to stare at each other more affectionately, lose the vast sky, and cherish the land under our feet more."

After a long time of silence, Liu Xiao tilted his head and scratched his head. "Why don't you speak?"

Seeing that Liu Xiao had not moved, Bai Ling asked in doubt. "That couple must be somewhere in the sky now, looking at their daughter happily and telling their own story to a boy."

Liu Xiao smiled and said slowly. "You...how do you know..." "Thank you, Bai Ling."

"Thank you too, mocking Feng, thank you for the love in your heart."

Liu Xiao smiled, laughing very happily. In the distance, the police sirens were shaking. Liu Xiao turned his head and saw five people running wildly in the center of the street, behind them were police cars and armored vehicles roaring behind them. The five people were agile and flew left and right in the traffic, while the police cars behind him were struggling and blocked by normal vehicles. Liu Xiao was about to step forward. But he saw a young couple on the left. The man gently stroked the woman's palm, and then stood up in the woman's worried gaze. The man went to the side of the road in one breath

, jumped up, kicked a man still in the air with one foot, then stepped on the telephone pole, bounced back with force, clamped one with his arms, pressed it on the ground, and punched him out. Just as he got up and was about to chase the other man, he saw three strangers who had subdued the other three to the ground. The four of them stood up, looked at each other, and smiled slightly. Then they immediately dispersed, leaving only five weak criminals who were spitting white foam, and police and soldiers rushing towards him. "This world will not disappoint you."

Bailing said excitedly. "Yes, because there are so many people who believe in what they believe and love."
Chapter completed!