Rebel Demon King

Chapter 666 That spring, except for the flowers blooming is not true (2)

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MINI was driving in the torrential rain, the inside and outside of the car seemed to be two worlds, the inside of the car was dry and clear, and the outside of the car was wet and chaotic.

At the beginning, Shen Youyi was still chatting with Cheng Mo, trying to find out who Cheng Mo was going to take him to meet. When Mini drove on the Monkey Stone Bridge, he could see Yangming Mountain floating in the rain. , It happened that a song called "Crash Landing" sounded on the stereo, and I don't know which female singer sang it (Zhang Yimei). The voice was melodious and mesmerizing, so both of them fell silent.

It wasn't until they got off the approach bridge that Shen Youyi asked, "Are you going to Yangmingshan Fushou Garden?"

Cheng Mo let out a soft "hmm", and seeing the red light at the intersection, the taxi in front also had its red brake light on, and the Mini didn't seem to be slowing down, Cheng Mo immediately shouted: "Be careful!"

However, the road is slippery on a rainy day, and it is too late to step on the brakes at this time. Seeing that the Mini is about to have a close contact with the green taxi in front, Shen Youyi, who reacted, turned the steering wheel violently to the left, and the Mini barely brushed by. The taillights of the taxi slanted into the left lane.

Cheng Mo thought to himself: It's so dangerous, the plan almost went wrong.

Shen Youyi calmly and slowly drove the Mini to the front of the stop line, looked at the traffic lights and asked without turning, "Want to see Jiayi?"

"Hmm!" Cheng Mo guessed that it was Sister Nan instead of Sister Xi who was talking now, and he didn't know how the teacher could switch personalities so freely, maybe every time she encountered danger or wanted to escape, Sister Nan would debut.

It feels like Sister Nan is like a superman hidden in the teacher's body.

"It's really intentional, but is it meaningful to pay homage to this kind of thing?"

Hearing this indifferent tone, Cheng Mo was sure that Shen Daoyi was sitting next to him, so he said softly: "Does Sister Nan know why there are rituals to pay homage to the dead in all civilizations?"

"Because of the fear of death, our human ancestors didn't know what death was, but they had an instinctive fear of death, and believed that dead people could also have the power of death to hurt themselves, so they designed They thought that if they take good care of the bodies of the dead, those spirits will not come back to disturb them." Shen Daoyi said.

"Then why do many people now understand that there are no such things as ghosts in the world, and the reason for their fear has disappeared, but they still attach so much importance to the sacrifice ceremony?" Cheng Mo asked softly.

At this time, Mini has entered the gate of Yangmingshan, and a couplet is engraved on the tall jade archway: "Walking in the Xiling Mountains, the virtues are manifested, and the grandchildren of Lingyouzi are prosperous and honored."

Shen Daoyi said lightly: "The inertia of customs is not so easy to change. Besides, besides fear, there is belief. For example, we Chinese people think that if we burn paper money, houses and cars, our ancestors will have a better life down here." Bless me to get promoted and get rich, just like my father, a cultural person is not exempt from customs. When Qingming took me to Mount Hanging, I would always ask him to bless me at the grave of my grandfather. When I was young, I prayed for good health and no illness or disaster. I just pray that my studies will go well and everything will go well, and now I will pray to find a good husband. But it seems that every time I say yes, I never take it seriously in my heart, just like I never make a wish on my birthday. Where in the world do wishes come true? For this kind of thing, you have to do everything by yourself, and it is more realistic to protect yourself by yourself.”

"Teacher is really not an ordinary female literary youth." Cheng Mo said with the corner of his mouth curled up.

"Eh? I said it before, don't call me Wenqing. Now it's not a compliment. Too many fake Wenqing regard hypocrisy as forced, and female Wenqing is the hardest hit, thinking that they can recite a few lines of Marguerite .The famous line in Duras’s works, like her, when she is smoking and drinking, she finds some inspiration for writing, and it is best to moan out a few lines:'You were a young woman at that time. Compared with your appearance at that time, I loved you more Your now devastated face' sentence, posted in the circle of friends, coupled with a photo of myself standing on the cruise ship on the Mekong River, can set up a Wenqing personality!"

After a pause, Shen Dao said with a smile: "It's like Sima Qianshu thought he could become a top student with a score of more than 500 in the test, but he was slapped in the face by the real top student right away?"

Cheng Mo thinks that Teacher Shen really has a deep resentment towards Wen Qing. Thinking about it, it is true that a woman like Teacher Shen who lives seriously in daily necessities will calculate the price of vegetables in the supermarket, and will figure out which is the best deal, membership card discount or point deduction. A woman who can compare olive oil and tea oil, which is more cost-effective, is too incompatible with those flamboyant women who say "life always has a trip when you want to go" without looking at your wallet.

According to Teacher Shen's superficial explanation to herself, she is just an ordinary woman who likes to read and doesn't want to give up thinking, but can't write any good words.

Cheng Mo felt that this kind of teacher Shen was already perfect, and if he wanted to be a genius writer like Zhang Ailing, then God was too partial, Cheng Mo turned his head to look at Teacher Shen, shook his head and said: "Sister Nan, no You have to make fun of me. How can I have the right to slap someone in the face? Others have all-round development of morality, body, beauty and labor. Compared with me, a boy who only has one aspect of IQ, he is really much better!"

Shen Dao smiled and trembled, "It seems that you are quite self-aware!"

"This self-knowledge is still necessary." Cheng defaulted seriously.

"However, you have scored too many points against others in this one, so my little Momo is better and more lovable."

"Thank you for your comfort."

"Consolation? This is not consolation. In Sister Nan's heart, Xiao Momo is the best, best, and best child in the world. Generous, considerate, gentle, and wise."

Cheng Mo rolled his eyes and interrupted Shen Daoyi, "Sister Nan, are you praising me? Or do you have any conspiracy?"

"Conspiracy? You doubt Nan Jie so much, it makes Nan Jie very sad. Nan Jie is telling you the truth, if you don't believe Nan Jie, you can swear to you!" Shen Dao raised his right hand and said solemnly.

Cheng Mo shook his head, "Don't do it, I don't want to cause pressure in my heart."

Shen Daoyi smiled and asked: "Will I put pressure on Xiao Momo? Xie Minyun probably doesn't have this kind of treatment, right?"

Cheng Mo hesitated for a moment, and replied truthfully: "There will be pressure, but it's different. The oppression Xie Minyun gave me is the pressure of you passively wanting to compete with her. What the teacher gives is a sense of expectation." , This sense of expectation will prompt me to take the initiative to become what you expect."

Shen Daoyi sighed and said: "You say that, I can barely accept it! It's just that there is only Xiao Momo in Sister Nan's heart, but there are other women in Momo's heart, which makes Sister Nan a little sad."

Cheng Mo stroked his forehead, "Sister Nan, can you stop calling me Little Momo?"

"Then what do I call you? Little baby? Little baby? Little cutie? Little sweetheart?"

Cheng Mo felt that his head was bigger, and said helplessly, "Can't we just call it Cheng Mo?"

Shen Daoyi said confidently: "Of course not. You don't even have a pet name, so how can you be considered close?" When talking about "nicknames", Shen Daoyi deliberately emphasized his tone.

Cheng was silent.Shen Dao's intentional flirting made Cheng Mo a little embarrassed. If he wanted to change a girl, he would definitely say, "We're not really close, so it's okay to say it doesn't matter."

But the woman next to him is not only Shen Daoyi, but also Shen Youyi, one of the people he cares about the most, he has no way to say that, not to mention that if there is no accident, maybe Shen Daoyi won't exist for long, let alone him Say something indifferent.

He is just rational, not cold-blooded.

Fortunately, Shen Daoyi didn't chase after him fiercely. The two chatted about filling in the application form, and soon arrived at the parking lot of Fushouyuan in Yangmingshan. Holding an umbrella, he went to pick up Shen Dao and got out of the car. Shen Dao stretched out his hand to embrace the bouquet of white daisies, took his arm without hesitation, and walked towards the cemetery side by side with Cheng Mo.

At the entrance, Cheng Mo called Shen Ping on the pretext of going to the bathroom, and learned that Shen Ping had just entered the parking lot and was still parking, Cheng Mo delayed in the bathroom for a while before going out.

Because it is not the peak period of offering sacrifices, the cemetery is very deserted, except for the pines and cypresses shivering in the rain, there are only rows of solitary stone tablets standing among the mountains and fields.

Luo Jiayi's cemetery is not far from the parking lot. The two walked for about five or six minutes and saw someone standing in the rain offering flowers to Luo Jiayi.
Although there was still some distance and still a silhouette, Shen Dao recognized at a glance that the person bowing in the rain not far away was her father, Shen Ping.

Shen Daoyi stopped in his tracks, and couldn't help whispering, "Father?"

Cheng Mo didn't speak, but Shen Daoyi turned his head and glanced at Cheng Mo suspiciously, "You arranged it?"

"It's not an arrangement, I just chatted with Uncle Shen about Luo Jiayi."

Shen Dao sneered, let go of Cheng Mo's hand, turned around and walked quickly towards the gate of the cemetery, Cheng Mo immediately followed, holding the umbrella on Shen Dao's head, the two walked in the wind and rain, except The sound of the dense rain is only the sound of wet footsteps.

"Sister Nan, don't you want to know what I said to Uncle Shen?"

"Not interested." Shen Daoyi said coldly.

"Sister Nan said just now that memorial service is meaningless. I thought so too three years ago. At my father's funeral, I calmly watched my uncle and aunt help with the meaningless ceremony in my opinion, and my heart was still very calm. Thinking of Plato, I feel that I have a thorough understanding of death."

"So what?" Shen Daoyi's tone was still displeased, but his pace slowed down a bit.

"I went to my dad's cemetery once after I came back, and it's also here." Cheng Mo pointed to a cemetery higher up, "I only now understand the meaning of offering sacrifices. To this day, it's not just about sticking a few sticks of incense , put out tributes, burn a pile of paper money, and then sprinkle a circle of wine, or present a bouquet of flowers and write a memorial card for environmental protection.”

After a pause, Cheng Mo said softly: "Actually, what we pay homage to is not the dead, but us living people. Maybe it's a ceremony for those of us who are still alive to pay homage to the future and remind ourselves to cherish time and live a good life; Maybe it’s a ritual that we need to commemorate our memories and be grateful for the gifts of those who have passed away; maybe it’s a ritual that we need to commemorate our mistakes and ask for forgiveness from others. In short, the cemetery is a mailbox leading to the soul, a The counselor is waiting for you at any time. Although it will not respond to you, it can provide an outlet for your sadness, tears, loneliness and repentance. It allows you to talk and vent as much as you want, and let you know your If you haven't broken down yet, you don't need to spend money to see a psychiatrist."

Shen Daoyi remained silent.

Cheng Mo continued: "Uncle Shen is also in pain. Maybe you think his pain is far from enough to repay the mistakes he made. Maybe you think that even if he confesses now, it won't help. If it is meaningful, what is the meaning to Luo Jiayi that you are doing all this now? We often say that the dead are gone, and everyone is just looking for a kind of psychological comfort."

As soon as Shen Dao stopped in her tracks, her face turned pale, she clenched her fists tightly, and the handful of white daisies fell on the concrete floor, and was soon wet by the bean-sized raindrops, tender and white The petals were stained with raindrops, and the originally upright flowers hung down, lying limply in the dripping rain.

Holding the umbrella high, Cheng Mo bent down and picked up the bouquet with some difficulty, "I told Uncle Shen yesterday that people can't stay in the past, let alone stay in the mistakes of the past. It's my words to look forward. I want to tell my teacher."

"But I can't forgive him." Shen Daoyi's breathing seemed to be wet by rain, and it looked extremely heavy.

Cheng Mo shook his head, "Teacher, the first thing you have to forgive is not Uncle Shen, but yourself."

Shen Daoyi lowered his head, watching the raindrops smash into the stagnant water one after another tiny splashes, "I have not been punished, so what qualifications do I have to talk about forgiveness?"

"Teacher, I also told Uncle Shen that a person's life is a choice about balance, to fulfill oneself and let others down, or to let oneself down to fulfill others. When we mortals face this kind of choice, most of us don't think about it on both sides. Letting go, however, it is often difficult to be honest and considerate in this situation. It will be very difficult for anyone to coordinate conflicts in the cracks, so we will subconsciously choose to take care of the interests of the majority and wrong the other small part. People. This is also the nature of our human beings, just like the sacrificial ceremony continues today because of our fear of death, and because of our fear of death, we choose to become social herd animals.”

"We humans are animals that need collective cooperation to survive. In ancient times, being out of the collective meant death. Therefore, obedience to collective interests is engraved in our genes, so everyone is afraid of being rejected by the collective in our genes. , and unconsciously choose to offend the minority and favor the majority when interests conflict, this is the origin of democracy.”

"When you, Uncle Shen, faced conflicts between family and school interests and Luo Jiayi's interests, you unconsciously chose the interests of the majority. This is not a big crime, it can only be said that this is not a good choice. , failed to take care of both sides. In fact, in the final analysis, Luo Jiayi's death was an accident, but also a misunderstanding. It is a tragedy of the times and society, and you are just trapped in it. As long as you face the crimes you have committed There is nothing that cannot be forgiven.”

Shen Dao raised his head and said angrily, "How is it so easy? If mistakes can be forgiven so easily, what's the point of the law?"

At this moment, Shen Ping's voice sounded behind Cheng Mo, "Xiaoxi, why are you here?"

(End of this chapter)