Way of Choices

Xu Yourong's blood and Zhenyuan are now exhausted and very weak. Not to mention fighting, he can't even walk. So, did you want to die with her sentence, instead of being so proud and noble and domineering, it was somewhat ridiculous, of course, this ridiculous in Chen Changsheng's eyes, or more like cute.

He smiled and said: "If you are not ill, how could such a ridiculous idea."

Xu Yourong tried to control his emotions and said, "Where is this absurd idea?"

Chen Changsheng said: "I said that there is no perfect person in the world. If you can't be perfect, it will be worse than others, you will have a sense of shame. Isn't this ridiculous? The Pope's level of raising potted plants is not as good as the Baicao Garden He should be ashamed of the gardener in here? The female queen of the Queen Mother does not have the subtle needlework of the women workers in Wenshui City. Should she be ashamed?"

Xu Yourong raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "I am talking about an attitude towards life. Only by living in this attitude can I become more perfect."

Chen Changsheng shook his head and said, "I'm not saying that this attitude is undesirable, but have you ever thought about it, if attitude is as important as you said, then as long as we keep working hard, we can't say that we are not at the last moment of life There is no perfect possibility. Since there is no difference, why should we be ashamed in advance?"

"As for inferiority complex, it would not be even more." He took a freshly cooked rhizome from the fire and handed it to her. He replaced the slightly colder one in her hand and continued, "I can't do it now. Doesn’t mean that I can’t do it in the future, and even if I can’t do it all the time, what should I do? Efforts should be a craving from the heart, and should not come from the psychological gap caused by comparison with others. Is enough."

Xu Yourong was silent, not knowing what she was thinking.

Chen Changsheng also said: "I think you should think clearly. What others hope for us is not important. What we want to do is really important. Shouldn't people live for themselves?"

Xu Yourong raised his head and glanced at him.

Chen Changsheng understood what she meant, saying: "Of course the responsibility should be taken, but living should still live for yourself, and the latter should be above the former."

Xu Yourong thought for a while and said, "I can't understand."

After thinking for a long time, Chen Changsheng said with a smile: "I just talk casually."

After this conversation, he found that the young girl was like a hedgehog in the forest, always guarding against something. It was easy to hurt the flowers and plants and the hands with goodwill, and it was easy to hurt himself, or it was because of this. Under the calm and calm, calm and powerful appearance, she was so sensitive and slender.

He said that perfection was just talking along with her words. In fact, he never thought about it. He thinks that this way of thinking is very weird, so he thinks that she is ill. Which ordinary person will use perfection as the goal of survival. Once he finds that he can't achieve absolute perfection, will there be self-denial and depreciation?

"What you say sounds reasonable, or can make life easier, but if..."

Xu Yourong hesitated for a while and asked: "The education I received since I was young prevents me from accepting your point of view, so how should I face this pressure?"

Chen Changsheng pointed to the rhizome in her hand and said, "Eat the hot first, let's talk casually."

Xu Yourong ripped open the slightly charred skin of the rhizome, and accompanied by a steam, a faint scent flew out.

Chen Changsheng said: "First of all, we have to know what we want to do most and what is the purpose of living."

Looking at her expression, he quickly said: "Don't talk about the word perfect again, perfect is used to describe the degree, not a specific fact."

Xu Yourong thought for a while and said, "The thing I want to do most is to practice monasticism."

"Then practice." He said.

Xu Yourong is a little unhappy, thinking you are not fooling.

Chen Changsheng explained: "Apart from monasticism, you don't think about anything else."

Xu Yourong said: "But those things still exist."

Chen Changsheng said: "It is dark when you close your eyes. If you don't look at the world, the world will not exist."

Xu Yourong said: "How to persuade oneself with idealistic words, and monasticism is only a means, not an end."

Chen Changsheng looked at her, recalling what he saw and heard along the way, and said: "If I am not wrong, your purpose of monasticism should be... to become stronger?"

Xu Yourong said: "Only if it is strong enough can it assume its responsibilities."

Chen Changsheng said with some helplessness: "Can we forget the word responsibility first?"

Xu Yourong said, "Don't dare or forget."

Chen Changsheng thought about it seriously and said, "Then I suggest you to forget this goal temporarily before putting yourself into the most powerful person and put all your spirits on the means of monasticism."

Xu Yourong said: "Without a goal, how can I walk practically?"

Chen Changsheng said: "That proves that your goal is not firm enough to be shaken. If that goal has penetrated into your conscious blood, why do you need to remind yourself at all times?"

Xu Yourong thought for a while and said, "It makes sense... What about your goal of monasticism? Have you forgotten?"

"Of course I haven't forgotten." Chen Changsheng said quietly for a while, "I'm asking for longevity."

What he cultivates is good intentions, and seek longevity.

"Is there any advantage in doing this?" Xu Yourong asked.

Chen Changsheng understood that what she asked was the benefits of deliberately forgetting her thoughts, not the benefits of seeking longevity.

For this approach, only he can appreciate the specific benefits in the world-because the goal he wants to pursue is itself a great pressure-the shadow of death has been shrouded at the end of his road construction, waiting for He, and getting closer, if he did not learn to forget this thing, I am afraid that he has already become a madman under the pressure of a great horror.

Why has he been repairing his heart since the old temple in Xining Town? Because if he doesn't understand his heart, he can't live normally at all. How can we smooth our minds under such terrible pressure? I can only forget, but remember my original thoughts, to live like that in my instinct, and only then can I be calm and happy.

His voice kept ringing, very calm, unspeakable, and the meaning was clear. No matter how violent the snow outside the temple was, it couldn't be suppressed.

The door of the broken temple has long been broken. A cold wind drifted in with snow particles. Most of them were blocked by the bonfire, and some fell on his face as if the firelight fell on his face.

The cold wind and warm fire melted together, and it became a fresh breeze.

Xu Yourong listened very carefully, looking at his face, his eyes brighter and brighter.

The young man seemed to have gone through the world, but he was not old-fashioned and still full of vitality, as if a ray of breeze, making people feel extremely comfortable.

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(Some chapters will not be written. Ordinary people like me write about communication between geniuses, which is purely nonsense, so later they had to write no specifics. In short, they were talking about the Dao, and then they were going to talk about it. The next chapter is still released after seven o'clock, and I will strive for regular updates in the future. Yes, I have saved the manuscript, although there is only one chapter.)

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