Planet Rebirth

The old man's mood was very calm, and he continued to emphasize unhurriedly: "You don't mean to shut me out like this, it's very rude to treat an old friend like this."

"Fuck you!" I began to curse: "I don't know you at all, get out of my house and go away."

The old man didn't speak anymore, but the door was opened, and he still stood kindly at the door and smiled at me.I'm sure I locked the door before I entered, how could he open it so easily.I was almost incontinent, but I still maintained an attacking posture and stared at the old man, as if I was defending the last bit of my poor dignity.

The old man turned around and closed the door, and spread his hands to indicate that he was not malicious. He said, "It's really hard to accept, but I believe you will gradually like all of this."

I started to retreat into the living room, behind me was the door of the bedroom, there is a balcony in the bedroom, my house lives on the second floor, if there is any change, I can still escape from there.The old man walked into the kitchen and opened the cupboard above his head, which was filled with barrels of potato chips. There were two flavors, one was the original flavor that his girlfriend liked, and the other was the scallion flavor that I liked.He reached for a bucket of scallion, and then took out a bottle of sugar cola that I used to drink from the refrigerator next to it. This food combination is my favorite at ordinary times, and it is the best pastime for me to pass the chatting time.When the old man took out these things, I saw that he didn't hesitate at all, as if he was picking things up at his own home.

"What are you going to do?" I asked him, the trembling voice showed that I had no ability to resist.

He didn't rush to answer my question, but concentrated on eating potato chips and drinking Coke. After a satisfied hiccup, he turned his eyes to me and said, "When I was in the restaurant, I told You, it takes a step-by-step process to recognize a thing, and the premature announcement of the answer is not good for you. No, this is just the beginning, and you already have some indigestion reactions. "

Seeing the mocking expression on his face, my chest heaving violently, I didn't know how to answer him, but at least I was able to ask my question: "What the hell happened? Where the hell am I?"

The old man put down the half-drinked Coke, wiped the corner of his mouth with satisfaction and said, "You can also ask yourself this question? Do you think it's there?" [

"Where am I?" I muttered the question, not knowing how to answer him.

"I asked you that question." The old man continued to take out potato chips from the bucket and chewed gently: "In this world, you can see, you can hear, you can touch, you can feel, but this world Is everything real?"

"Yes...should be true." I answered him with a nod.

The old man was a little embarrassed by my answer. He took out a tissue from the tissue box on the operating table, wiped his hands seriously and said, "It seems that I have to let you experience it again."

When I watch v at home, I often click the fast-forward button on the remote control, so that I can skip the scenes and plots I don't like early.Everything around me was moving rapidly like a fast-forwarded lens. I looked around, and buildings, streets, trees, and crowds all suddenly appeared and disappeared at an extremely fast speed.Only me and the old man stood facing each other, standing still until the mirror image returned to normal speed, and he and I were already in a coffee shop, surrounded by soft music, and the air was mixed with coffee beans and cheese products Aroma, many people are sitting here drinking coffee, I came to a corner of the city.

The old man and I stood in the aisle, and people passed us from time to time. They didn't mind that we blocked the way, and they all politely went around.The old man smiled and said to me: "Do you still think all this is true?"

I shook my head and said, "I don't know."

The old man sat behind a table next to him, and at the same time stretched out his hand to indicate that I should sit down too. A waiter brought two cups of coffee, and the old man picked up the small spoon in the tray and patiently stirred the coffee in front of him. At the beginning, I said to me who was still standing on the ground: "Actually, you already have the answer in your heart, but you still haven't accepted this fact."

I sat opposite him, and the cup of coffee in front of me didn't arouse my interest. I stared at the old man and asked, "What's going on here? Where am I?"

The old man put down the spoon, picked up the coffee and took a sip. Hearing my question, he smiled mischievously and said, "Are you in your world now?"

"My world?" I asked him back, everything that happened today has already troubled me, but now a conclusion thrown by the old man made me even more confused.

"Your world." The old man put down his coffee cup and pointed at everything around him with his hands.

"How is this possible? Are you kidding me?" I almost laughed out guilty,

"I'm talking about a very serious thing." The old man turned his face straight at this moment, and his seriousness made me tighten the facial muscles that had been relaxed just now.

The old man continued to drink coffee unhurriedly. He didn't mind my urgency at all. He pointed to the bustling street outside and said, "That's the world you think you should be in. It's real, colorful, but cruel. .You are busy every day according to the rules set by this world. You are subjected to all kinds of unfair treatment and various unknown blows. You resist. Because you are so small that you are not qualified to challenge this world. However, in order to survive, you , had to endure all kinds of oppression. However, you have reserved your own space in your heart. This space comes from your spirit. It can also be said that each of us has such a private and independent space. Where you are now What you want is this space, which is your world.” [

"My world? My world?" I muttered these two words for a long time.

The old man looked at my expression and laughed again and said: "You created a world that belongs to you. Everything, everything, and everyone here are created by you. As long as you want, you can restrict the world anytime, anywhere. Expand your world."

I looked around and found that there was no essential difference from the environment I usually live in. I still didn't believe what the old man said, so I asked "I... yes."

"How did you come here?" The old man saw through my thoughts and asked me to say the second half of the question. Seeing my approval, he continued to play language games with me in a persuasive way: "Actually , you come to your world almost every day, but you don’t know much about your world yet, and I will guide you to complete this work.”